Song Shushu sat on the bluestone pavement under a steep mountain peak with a large bamboo basket on his back and a ragged shirt, pondering a very serious question.

Who am I, where have I come from, and where am I going!

It's strange that I suddenly came here, with nowhere to come from and nowhere to go after, what are I going to do?

His mind was still thinking, but his body stood up very honestly, and walked steadily up the mountain.

Song Shushu couldn't help but shout, this is not the action I want, Lao Tzu just wants to sit under the mountain and think about the true meaning of philosophy!

Song Shushu felt like a marionette all the way up the mountain, put down the big basket, and then shouted uncontrollably: "Old man, are you dead?"

The voice is a little familiar, it is An Shengsheng's voice, but it has a little more youthful flying meaning.

As the words fell, the door of the broken temple on the mountain creaked open, and then an old man who had to dry up with the river lay on the ground and slowly crawled out with his hands.

What a poor old man, he must be so unfilial that he doesn't even have a wheelchair.

When the old man showed his body, Song Shushu knew why there was no wheelchair.

The old man had a human body, but behind him he was dragging a black dragon body, and the pitch-black dragon body and dragon claws were dragged on the ground, and they were dragged out of the door little by little.

The old man turned over, lay on the ground, basked in the sun, and said weakly: "It's not dead, it's almost fast, you wait!"

"When are you going to die? I've dug the pit, I'm waiting to bury you!"

Song Shushu was talking uncontrollably, walked over and helped the old man up, leaning against the wall.

"The Heavenly Dao is changing, the Dao Yun is conflicting, and the human race is thriving, but where do the demon clans and monks go?"

"You're dying, what the hell are you doing!"

"Yes, yes, that's your business! You are responsible for the future of the demon clan, I know you can't wait, and I also know that you are waiting for me to die!

The old man with the body of the black dragon, his voice became lower and lower, until finally, his whole body was attached to Song Shushu, no, it was An Shengsheng's arms, and there was no more sound!

Song Shushu held the old man who had lost his life in his arms, and sat against the wall until sunset and sunrise, and then dragged the old man's body to the back of the broken temple, and sure enough, the coffin pit had been dug.

The mat wrapped the corpse, put it in the pit and buried it, kowtowed heavily again, turned around and strode down the hill without looking back.

Song Shushu now understands that he has really entered An Shengsheng's memory, from his point of view, looking at the appearance of the world two hundred years ago, this is indeed a turbulent era!

Song Shushu strode down the mountain, out of the town, and stepped on the official road, his heart was excited and surging, with a strong sense of curiosity.

"So, where is this kid going?" Song Shushu pondered, his state at this time was like sitting in a carriage that was not under his control.

And An Shengsheng must have lived to the end, don't worry about hanging up suddenly, you might as well calm down and follow An Shengsheng to look at this scenery.

Then Song Shushu felt that he was starting to die, and not far from the official road, he saw a railway extending into the distance, and in the distance, a steam locomotive rumbled by.

"Wow, what kind of monster is this? It's so arrogant!"

An Shengsheng shouted, jumped into the middle of the railway, stretched out his hand to the steam locomotive, and shouted: "Stop, in the next heavenly fierce mountain An Shengsheng, there is something to ask!"

Song Shushu couldn't help but shout at the second cargo, what is this a steam train, so close, dragging more than a dozen fully loaded carriages, it can't stop!

Then the steam locomotive rumbled without slowing down.

An Sheng shouted loudly and the monster was arrogant, pushed it over with both palms, and shouted: "Stop me!"

Song Shushu scolded in his consciousness.

Sure enough, the steaming locomotive collided with An Shengsheng, and then An Shengsheng was pushed back by the train, the sleepers rolled over, and the rails kept rising into the sky.

After the locomotive slid on his top for more than 100 meters, it slowly stopped, and An Shengsheng's arms were already inserted into the front of the locomotive.

The driver looked dizzily and then snapped a gunshot, and the driver's hat flew off.

Then I saw a heroic woman coming on horseback, followed by dozens of horsemen, screaming in her mouth, but it was a group of horse bandits.

The woman at the head of the group stood up close to her, looked at An Shengsheng and asked, "Who are you?"

"Demon Jie An Shengsheng!" An Shengsheng proudly introduced himself.

But Song Shushu looked at this woman no matter how she looked familiar, she looked white and tender, although she was not very beautiful, but she had a small nose and a small face, big eyes and tender translucent ears......

"Isn't this Ziyu?"

When the two demons met, they naturally had a general feeling of seeing each other, and An Shengsheng fell into the grass.

An Shengsheng, an innocent little monster who had just come down the mountain, fell into Ziyu's hands and still had a run, and it didn't get dark for three days, and when the night was dark and the wind was high, he got into An Shengsheng's bed.

Song Shushu is still in An Shengsheng's memory, whether it is touch or taste and vision, it is no different from An Shengsheng himself, this feeling is really wonderful and guilty.

However, Song Shushu can also persuade himself, it is An Shengsheng who has to force himself into his memory, this is none of his business, he is also a victim, it is this harm that makes people feel beautiful and refreshed.

At this time, An Shengsheng had completely forgotten what the great cause of the demon clan was, so it was good to stay and be a bandit.

Until one day, An Shengsheng found that Ziyu robbed another group of people from the bottom of the mountain, and quietly brought back a white-faced scholar, and then drilled the white-faced scholar's bed in the middle of the night.

An Shengsheng realized that he was a generation of demon masters, where could he indulge in the skirt of a female monster!

packed his bags, didn't look back to go down the mountain, and ran straight to the nearest county seat.

Before he arrived at the county seat, Ziyu chased after him, dragged him into the woods, and then gave him a revolver and a bag of silver as travel expenses.

An Shengsheng said goodbye very proudly, but Song Shushu had a feeling that he was being taken advantage of.

It's a shame that I held it when I was in Ganxi Village, otherwise, it's really hard to say who sleeps.

An Shengsheng went all the way to the nearest county seat, and before he entered the city, a rumbling sound sounded behind him.

This voice sounded familiar to Song Shushu, like the movement of the infantry phalanx walking through during the military parade.

Sure enough, a group of men and horses rumbled in from the rear, these soldiers did not wear that kind of uniform, but a very tight-fitting cyan uniform, more similar to a modern military uniform, wearing a high hat, carrying a slender rifle on their backs, and a team of horses at the back, dragging howitzers with wheels.

This army completely subverted Song Shushu's imagination of the army of this era, without braids, all of them were bald, strong, and murderous, full of vitality.