Carefully looked at the purple jade seal in his hand, the upper part was a three-dimensional river, the four sides were not different, and the bottom was depicted with characters who didn't know what meaning.

After a while, Zhuge Xun raised his head and said, "Brother, I don't know what this jade seal is for?"

Before the words fell, the old man looked at Zhuge Xun with a smile, his forehead went down a little, and he closed his eyes. Place your hands flat on your crossed legs.

Zhuge Xun was shocked in his heart, got up and stepped forward to call a few times, but no one answered. He frowned and tried the old man's breath, and then tried his pulse, and his heart sank and he died.

The old man's body was slowly laid flat on the yellow grass he had just slept on, and he examined it carefully.

The meridians all over his body were broken, and there were many fatal wounds on his body, if it was really as the old man said, it was a miracle that he could survive until now.

At this moment, there was an eagle chirp in the sky.

Zhuge Xun subconsciously looked up, and an eagle was hovering above the Taoist temple, and it was slowly falling.

He had to admit that there was no such eagle in his cognition, and at this point he began to wonder if all this was true or not.

Looking at the strange eagle overhead, and looking at the dead old man next to him, it was certain that this was not a game.

'Whew~'

A gust of wind blew from behind Zhuge Xun, and a head of black hair hit his face.

At this moment, Zhuge Xun found that his hair had turned into long hair, and after carefully looking at his dirty black hands, which were about the palms of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, he got up and looked at his cyan robe with four or five patches.

Zhuge Xun's brain suddenly swelled a little, and he felt dizzy when he looked at the heaven and earth.

Shaking his head vigorously, Zhuge Xun walked briskly towards the gate of the Taoist temple, pulled the bolt of the door, and opened the door. The entrance is a 30-step high and quaint staircase.

The sun had risen in the sky, and some scorching heat shone in Zhuge Xun's eyes. A 'soft groan' sounded, and the eagle that was already falling in space was less than twenty meters away from Zhuge Xun at this moment.

There was a blood-red light in his two eyes, staring closely at the purple jade seal in Zhuge Xun's hand.

Suddenly, the eagle's eyes flashed red, and it became prosperous, and its falling body turned from slow to sprint, and its feet turned into a pair of iron claws.

With a flap of his wings, a black cloud appeared in front of him, and a person in black clothes holding a sickle appeared in the cloud, like a god of death, and with a wave of his hand, he slashed towards Zhuge Xun, and the edge of the knife flashed with a ghostly light.

I have gone down countless tombs and fought countless zongzi. But such a strange situation Zhuge Xun really had never seen or heard of, and he was even more surprised by the sudden scene in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to hide to the side, but then he suddenly found that he had no internal strength.

There was a sudden chaos in his heart, seeing that the sickle full of death was about to slash his neck, Zhuge Xun subconsciously raised his arm, closed his eyes and stepped forward.

At this moment, there was a warm current surging in his arm, and a pale golden blood qi erupted from the palm of the qi palm, forming a shield and slamming into the scythe.

'Boom~'

A loud bang came out, Zhuge Xun was hit by a wave of energy and retreated, and the sickle was also bounced back at this time, and the next moment the blood mist that turned into a shield turned into a sharp sword, and a sword pierced the person who came out of the black cloud, and then slashed towards the eagle unstoppably.

'Yah~'

A mournful roar rang out, and the eagle with its wings flapped was pierced by a sword, and then burned to ashes by the blood.

Zhuge Xun scolded secretly: "What the hell." ”

One dodged back to the Taoist temple, plugged in the deadbolt, and returned to the old man's side, looking like the air from time to time.

There was a sword erected not far from the old man, Zhuge Xun stepped forward to pick up the sword, gently pulled it out, and a cold sword light was reflected in his eyes with Zhuge Xun's withdrawal.

"What a sword. ”

Zhuge Xun is also a person who knows the world's name/weapon, and he has never seen such a spiritual sword in his life, and after repeated viewing, he found that there were two small characters engraved on the hilt less than three centimeters downward.

After careful identification, Zhuge Xun was shocked in his heart.

The word 'Wolong' appeared in his heart, thinking back to the sword he had in the tomb, and wasn't it the word Wolong engraved on the sword.

It's just that the sword in the tomb has gone through thousands of years, and the body of the sword has long been covered with rust, and it is a lone sword without a scabbard.

And the 'Wolong' sword in front of him did not have the slightest rust and wore a scabbard, so he couldn't help but look at the old man.

Could it be that all this is a fixed number in the dark? Or is it the plan of the ancestor Zhuge Liang for future generations? He couldn't figure out all this.

In the afternoon, when the sun is about to set.

Zhuge Xun reopened the door, he hadn't seen the second eagle appear for such a long time, so he was going to go out and have a look.

I found a few stones from all around the house, and shot out into the woods outside.

After a few moments, no other sound came out, and he let out a long breath before slowly walking down the mountain.

Not far away, a young man with loose hair and a dirty face emerged from a pool of water that had not completely disappeared after the rain.

The young man touched his dirty face with his hand, and after a closer look, he could still distinguish that it was a strange boy who was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"No wonder he's a little weird when I call him dude. Then he raised his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I think I, Zhuge Xun, am nearly 100 years old, and I can still live for a lifetime." ”

I can't tell if it's joy or ridicule.

'Goo Goo Goo Goo ~'

Touching his somewhat deflated stomach, Zhuge Xun found that he was completely hungry.

Looking up at the bottom of the mountain not far away, bursts of cooking smoke rose from the stove, and he looked left and right around him, except for the trees or trees, looking at his hungry stomach.

Zhuge Xun said: "No matter who you were in life, at least now I am you, since you are one, then I can't treat you badly." “

As he spoke, looking at the direction in which the smoke rose, Zhuge Xun walked all the way over.

At about the time of tea, Zhuge Xun came to a village with twenty or thirty households.

But the goal is not to live and work in peace and contentment as imagined, but to collapse everywhere, bloodstains, crying, and a mess. A few able-bodied men are cleaning up the messy village.

Looking at them, they looked at themselves, the same nose of ash, this young man probably escaped from this village before his death. Zhuge Xun walked towards the village with a little weakness.

As soon as she entered the village, a woman in pain with several children in her arms in the distance looked at Zhuge Xun who walked in and ran over crying, "Xun'er, you are still alive." I thought you had been beaten to death by those bandits..."

Hearing this, Zhuge Xun was stunned: "Don't you still have a mother?" ”

About an hour passed, and Zhuge Xun finally figured out that the woman in front of him was not his mother, but his aunt. The boy's parents were killed by bandits three years ago.

And the reason why the village in front of me has become like this is also because the mountain bandits came, and those mountain bandits were the outcasts who fled during the war a few years ago.

And the boy's name is also 'Zhuge Xun', which is very surprising for Zhuge Xun himself, but he was relieved when he thought that he could appear in a new and unfamiliar world. sighed that there is a reasonable identity.

The women gathered around extinguished the smoke of the cooking, because the village had just been robbed by mountain bandits, and there was not much food left in the village. The ones that are eaten now are still the rations that have been hidden in advance for the winter.

Everyone ate only half a packet, and the village chief assigned tasks to everyone. The women stayed in the village to clean up the house, the adult men went into the mountains to hunt for as many edible wild vegetables and edible roots as possible, and the teenagers over the age of 16 were responsible for going to the surrounding fields to see if there were any remaining fruits to be picked. Otherwise, I'm afraid half of the people in the village will die this winter.

After filling his stomach, Zhuge Xun didn't plan to stay in this village in the future, so he quietly returned to the broken Taoist temple on the mountain under the pretext of looking for food.