Fulong Mountains, the summit of Fulong Peak.

There was an autumn rain last night, the weather suddenly cooled down, and the dozen or so plane trees outside the village, originally arrogant and upright, the leaves were red like fire, and the residual leaves fell this morning, like a group of middle-aged people who had passed away.

On the right hand side of the cottage gate, a cotton cloth banner with pulp is swaying weakly, and the words "for the sky" can be faintly seen.

There are more than a dozen thatched huts in the village, and only the Juyi Hall in the middle is pasted with a few poor leak-proof tiles.

Xin Zhuo was holding a three-month-old yellow-haired earth dog, lying on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, basking in the autumn sun, drowsy, then turned over, turned around, and finally opened his eyes.

The symphony of "click" and "poof" on the side is too harsh.

He looked impatiently in the direction of sharpening the knife.

The blade is one foot three, the handle is two feet seven, and its owner, Fulongzhai San, is seven feet two tall, Lei Gongfa, with a one-eye patch, a square mouth, and his arms tattooed with a bloody wolf head are much thicker than his thighs.

It is said that there are thirteen souls under this simple knife.

On the other side, next to the thatched house full of garlic and red pepper skewers, he is twenty-two years old and has a good figure, and he is unscrupulously splitting his long legs, revealing Cui Ying'er, the second master of Fulongzhai who is red inside, and a pair of rough thin hands scrub his clothes vigorously, constantly making a "poof" sound.

It is said that there are no less than ten charlatans who died under these rough hands.

The phrase "can you be quieter" is finally out of my mouth.

Xin Zhuo withdrew his gaze and looked at the sky, the sunlight was dazzling, as dazzling as the sun in his previous life when he went downstairs to buy cigarettes for the manager at his own expense.

He sighed imperceptibly.

The "click" and "pop" sounds suddenly stopped.

"Big boss, are we arguing with you?"

The two cold gazes pierced like substance, and the rude, cold voice was even more terrifying.

"No, it's even pleasant, I slept soundly."

Xin Zhuo strategically closed his eyes, let go of Xiao Huang in his arms, and stretched his waist just right.

"Then why are you sighing?"

"Itchy throat."

"Okay."

And so, the "click" and "pop" continued.

"If I hadn't sprinkled that pee, I wouldn't have entered that broken garden and fell into the well, and I came to this different world, facing a group of thieves who licked blood with knives, and I was afraid all day long......"

Xin Zhuo put his hands on the pillow, and determined his current identity for the fiftieth time-

The Great Zhou Empire, during the Heavenly Grant period, the Bazhou Territory, Fufeng Mansion, and the only grandson of Xin Aotian, the great master of the Fulongzhai bandits.

Sixteen years old, the only scholar in the village, cowardly, inferior, except for good physical development, relatively handsome, no strengths.

Three days ago, my grandfather Xin Aotian went out to fight with others, returned with serious injuries, survived for half a night, and died at the age of 58.

The only relative sacrificed to the sky, and he became the second generation of the thief village in a daze.

There are as many as five thieves!

There can be no prosperous city in this hellish place; Of course, there are no princes and generals, poems and books, songs and dances; There is no hook bar to fight wine, talented and beautiful; This is just a barren mountain and mountain thief village, and robbery and cutting people will have a future.

Before he can fully accept his new identity, he will face a series of chain reactions brought about by the death of his old master.

The already weak Fulong thief village can be described as external and internal troubles!

Outside, there are strong enemies blocking the door, there is no hope of descending the mountain, and there are people who cannot rob inside, and the collective unemployment is unemployed, and the grain and grass are cut off.

How can you call a miserable and miserable?

"Pop ......"

At this time, a messy footsteps and a strong smell of blood swept into the courtyard with the autumn wind, interrupting his thoughts.

A woman and two men, three blood-stained figures walked into the stockade, rudely threw away the broken weapons in their hands, and sat in a row with a heavy snort.

It was three other bandits who had returned.

"Mother's yo-yo, how's that?" Huang Dagui, the third master who sharpened the knife, raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes were full of anger.

"Relying on the terrain, I cut three minions, the bandits of the hungry wolf village have temporarily retreated, they won't come tonight, no one knows them better than me."

The "thin dog" of the four masters took a few breaths, his left hand stroked the eight mustaches on his thin lips, and his right hand intentionally or unintentionally cocked his orchid fingers, which was outrageous.

There was silence in the courtyard.

"Let's talk!"

Cui Ying'er, the second leader who washed clothes, got up and wiped her wet hands on her apron, and threw her jet-black hair behind her, revealing her slender neck.

The thieves sat cross-legged, straightened their waists, and were murderous, and automatically hung aside the little boss who was napping on the side.

"The old boss has been dead for three days, and the hungry wolf thieves of xxx got the news as soon as they heard the news, so they began to attack us in a big way, and we are not opponents because of their numbers.

Sixty miles to the north, the Tiger Village, I'm afraid it can't be hidden. When the old master was alive, he often single-handedly killed and humiliated them, they had eight hundred good hands, and once the xxx was about to come, I was afraid that the six heads of our Fulongzhai would be picked. ”

"There is a new prefect in Fufeng Mansion City under the mountain, it is said that he is an iron-faced and selfless xxx Qingtian master, recently he has always sent some people to wander around the foot of the mountain like dogs, and he thinks that they are ready to encircle and suppress Fulong Mountain, our village has the least number of people, and the soft persimmons are easy to pinch, maybe the first one to take us under the knife!"

"Seventeen miles to the east of the Shuiyue Nunnery, that group of xxx nuns have been persuading us to be kind, Wutang Pujing old nuns have said more than once, if we continue to be stubborn, we will use force, escort us to the Buddha to make amends. It's really a joke, when did I offend the Buddha by the good man of Fulongzhai who did the way of heaven? Where did the Buddha mix, so dragged? ”

"There is also the Autumn Palace Pavilion thirty miles to the west, the group of people who read the book said, they called themselves hermits, relying on their strong martial arts and being able to speak, and they have always asked us to put down what evil knives and go down the mountain to farm, I xxx, but I am more handsome, and the girls in the beautiful villages under the mountain all day long, doing that pickled thing, dirtier than us, I think they want to tie us up to do coolies."

"What's even worse is that the hungry wolf village is struggling, the road down the mountain is blocked, we can't go down the mountain to rob, the food is out of food, and there are only three cabbages left in the village now."

"Fuck!"

The thieves looked at each other speechlessly, the atmosphere was very depressing, but the withered maple leaves outside the courtyard were rolled in, and the grumpy three-master Huang Dagui was annoyed and kicked and scolded.

"In other words, there are six dilemmas!"

Cui Ying'er, the female thief in charge of the second house, pulled down her hair in her ears and summarized the words of the thieves, "Hungry Wolf Village, Tiger Village, Official Mansion, Shuiyue Nunnery, Autumn Palace Pavilion and lack of food!" ”

"That's right!" The thieves nodded in agreement.

And then

No then.

In fact, the same lines, which they have repeated thirty-seven times these days, the solution, completely none!

"By the way, the big boss is a scholar, I wonder if there is a charter?"

The thieves finally remembered the new boss with a very low sense of existence, and looked at it together, holding a gesture that talk was better than nothing.

“……”

Xin Zhuo closed his eyes very smoothly and exhaled slightly, this damn thief meeting atmosphere is too oppressive.

Not only do I not have any charter, but I even want to persuade you to join me in the mess.

This terrible situation asks me what to do with a 996 young man who has received nine years of compulsory education and lives in a modern society under the rule of law?

In addition to the rotten, will there be other room for maneuvering?

The bandits in other villages can't be beaten, so they accept the government's recruitment?

That was the treatment of a group of thieves who were difficult to exterminate and difficult to exterminate, and only six or seven people were escorted to the vegetable market to be beheaded for public display.

Copying poems, doing business, making soap, gunpowder, and playing with cannons? If we don't mention the situation, we won't be able to.

That's right, I'm just a failed traverser who is good for nothing and forgets all the knowledge.

It's so hard for me!

"Huh! What a sleepy and useless boss. ”

The sun went down in the silence or mockery of the thieves.

The people dispersed, and the courtyard was cleaned.

Xin Zhuo stretched and ran to sit down next to the only well in the village.

He felt that this would alleviate the panic that might come suddenly, being stabbed by other bandits or the government, at least the courtyard was empty, and the timing was not right to run away first.

"Ding!"

This was the last stubbornness that came out of his own mouth, but he waited quietly for a while, and there was no reaction.

It seems that the end has been irretrievably destroyed.

His gaze turned to the pitch-black well water.

I climbed up from this well that day, and if I jumped, could I have caused a miracle of returning goods for no reason in seven days? Compared with the small life, it is still 996, and the comfort of being a house slave.

He tried to lean his leg down on the eaves.

The well water in late autumn was extremely cold, and a biting chill hit me instantly.

The water is too cold to go down.

Just about to exit, unexpectedly, his feet slipped, and with a difficult splitting action, the whole person crashed into the wellhead.

However, the imaginary splashing and claustrophobic cold did not appear.

The well is gone!

The well appeared in the air in front of him, rising and falling, the surface of the water swaying, exuding a strange light.

【Mochizuki Well】!

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