Little Tong stood dazedly holding the pottery urn.

In front of him was a long knife that was about to fall.

The soldier with the knife slashed at his shoulder while reaching out to snatch the pottery urn from his hand.

This bloody disaster that was about to happen was blocked by the spears that sprung out.

"You dare to stop me?!" The soldier with the knife was furious, and then reacted, "You want his pottery urn too?"

The man with the gun looked at him coldly, silent.

The opponent couldn't bear the pressure, and took the lead to withdraw the knife, sneering fiercely.

"A broken pottery urn, I'll give it to you if you want it, what's so rare!"

He clearly had already withdrawn the knife and turned to leave, but he turned around unexpectedly, made a fierce look at Little Tong, and raised the knife to slash.

Little Tong jumped, and the pottery urn in his hand fell to the ground.

boom!

The contents inside were shattered.

It's not the robbery of money that soldiers imagined, but pickles.

The smell came out in a hurry, the robber shouted bad luck, glared at Little Tong, and finally strode away.

The man also put away his spear, turned to look at Little Tong, said nothing, and walked away.

"My lord, please stay!"

Little Tong stopped him.

The man stands still.

"I don't know the name of the nobleman, but I will repay you in the future."

The man turned his head.

Little Tong is about five or six years old, but he is fluent in speech, which shows that his family education is good.

But looking around, the house is dilapidated, the gates are ruined, it is empty and you can see to the end at a glance, it is clear that the elders have not been the masters of the house for a long time.

Such a Little Tong, no matter how precocious and sensible, how long can he live on his own?

But the man can't save it.

In the troubled times, is there more than one household like this?

Hundreds of households and thousands of households are also a drop in the ocean.

Men along the way, worse than Little Tong, everywhere.

He couldn't save him, so he had to leave.

Taking action today may be a blessing for Little Tong, but Little Tong will still not be able to survive in the future.

In this troubled world, how should people behave?

Little Tong looked up at him, his face thin with hunger, still waiting for his answer.

The man was silent for a long time: "I am a rebel."

After speaking, he turned around and walked away, never looking back.

In fact, it doesn't need him to say, Little Tong can also see that the man's clothes are the same as the soldier who just broke in and robbed.

Not getting an answer, Little Tong sighed.

He didn't know if he would survive until tomorrow.

If you can, think about repayment.

The fog dissipated and reunited.

There was a momentary change in sight.

Little Tong has grown into a youth.

He was walking on the vast Gobi with his luggage on his back.

The hands and feet are long and thin, and the face is vaguely the outline of the past.

In that turmoil in which the city was crying, he finally survived.

More than ten years ago, the world withered and fell, and the beacon was hard to extinguish. He walked out of that city and traveled more than half of the world, and saw the sorrow and pain of the people all over the world.

He had no intention of turning the tide to save the world, but unknowingly he learned a medical skill, and he became a barefooted servant wherever he went.

From Chenliu to Chang'an, from Jiangnan to the frontier, he has traveled many places.

The hurried footsteps finally stopped in front of a family.

The other party has already been waiting outside the door to welcome this doctor who is rare in eight towns.

In this era, in such a place, it is very difficult to find a doctor who understands medical skills.

Fortunately, they met young people.

The young man went in to save people without saying a word.

Not long after, a few people passed by outside the house.

The man with the gun back then also had an outline like iron and a face like ice.

There is no old age on his face, but there are vicissitudes in his eyes.

He still carried the long spear behind him, but his majesty was even better than before.

Surrounded by left and right men, several people passed by outside the house.

At this time, the young man has also been optimistic about the patient, and stepped out under the presence of the master.

If the man felt something, he turned his head to look.

The young man naturally raised his eyes and looked back.

The four eyes were opposite each other, calm and undisturbed.

The years seem to be solidified at this moment, and then slip past silently.

The young man's expression moved slightly, as if he recognized his former benefactor.

He arched his hands and bowed deeply, bending down deeply.

The man turned his head back and continued walking forward.

The youth did not rush to catch up again.

He looked at the man's back and stood there for a long time.

Some things, for oneself, are life-changing, but for the other party, they are just a matter of effort.

The other party doesn't want to have too deep entanglement, so it's also polite not to bother him.

The young man stared at it for a long time, finally smiled in relief, and turned to leave.

To meet again in this life, it is enough for him to perform this ceremony.

"General, the princess is waiting in front of you."

The man nodded to the person who came to report.

In fact, he does not have an official position conferred by the imperial court, but after so many years, everyone knows that this person is the brother of Duke Chonghui. Listen to what people say.

The person next to him couldn't help asking curiously: "The doctor just now, does the general know him?"

If they didn't know each other, why did the other party perform such a great gift?

The man hummed: "Many years ago, Chen Liu was slaughtered, and I saved him."

Chen Liu was slaughtered, how many years ago was that?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

The rebellion that year was tragic and long-lasting, and most of the people present still have fresh memories.

"Then general, why did you turn around and leave?"

"Meeting by chance, it's easy to do, why bother too much?" the man said lightly.

If there are too many intersections, there will be exchanges.

If there is contact, it will bring unnecessary trouble to each other.

A person like him is alone, coming and going alone, without any worries.

Caring too much will only tire you and yourself.

It is not easy to grow up safely, so wish you a smooth life in the future.

...

When the past is buried in thick smoke and dust, no matter how violent the wind is, there is no clue, but an old man walks from the Styx River, and stirs up the old words, bringing those once unknown memories to life. The picture scroll unfolded and appeared before the eyes.

All living beings are suffering. If there is a moment of joy, it will never be forgotten, and it will be retained.

The mirror is not dusty, and life is like a long dream. When sorrow and joy are gone, and suddenly wake up from the dream, do you still feel pity and nostalgia for the fallen leaves and flowers in the dream?

He Shu knew that he was dreaming.

This dream is not beautiful, not a dream in the traditional sense.

There are only fragments in the dream, interlaced light and shadow, and many pictures flash by, and there is no time to study it in the future.

So much so that after he woke up for a long time, he was still immersed in it, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

He Shu couldn't tell if he thought about it day and night after hearing the story of Guanghan, or he really had such a past life, but he didn't expect that he could do it while sleeping in the underworld. a dream.

He Shu rubbed his forehead and was about to call Guanghan, but found something wrong.

The place where he is lying now is not the place where they talked before, there is no big stone, and there is no Guanghan.

Under him is a bed.

Had a bed in hell?

Is this a ghost town?

No, they are obviously...

"I just said, what are you doing in a hurry now, and there is no movement there, are you rushing to get beaten?!"

"What can't you do, you still have to take action, right?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

He Shu: ...

He thought he might be hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could hear Fengfeng's voice here?

He Shu felt a sense of trance and magic. He suspected that he hadn't woken up yet, and if he pinched his thigh, it would hurt.

Then it is not a dream.

He quickly got up from the bed and followed the source of the sound.

Fengfeng's voice was getting clearer and clearer, and it was as familiar as in memory.

Sure enough, when he turned the corner, he saw the bird with its back facing him, standing tall on the table, admonishing the people below the steps, He Shu could imagine that arrogant look without looking, it was almost Akimbo like a human being.

The few people under the steps looked like ghost messengers, but they were still explaining to it nicely.

"It's not easy for us to come out now. The ghost city is in chaos. The first three halls want to fish in troubled waters and take the opportunity to take over, but the ones behind don't move. We belong to the neutral camp. It's better not to move!"

"No, the dignified Fifth Temple, how can it be so down! At this critical moment, we should stand up and make a blockbuster, so that the whole underworld can hear our voice and know our achievements, and then we can take the opportunity to sweep the army, The unification of the underworld is just around the corner, ahahahaha!”

He Shu: ...

Crazy people: ...

Fengfeng laughed twice before realizing something was wrong, she turned the bird's head abruptly, and immediately yelled.

"Are you awake?! Why didn't you make a sound at all, and still eavesdropped on me!"

He Shu: "...You speak so loudly, can you call it an eavesdropping?"

As he spoke, he looked at the little fat bird.

He seems to have lost a bit of weight, but he is in good spirits, and his hair hasn't shed much. It seems that he has not suffered much here, and he seems to be doing well.

"Have you seen Guanghan?"

"What Guanghan, isn't he in a ghost town?" Fengfeng was puzzled.

"Why am I here?" He Shu felt a little confused and asked from the beginning.

"You were sleeping outside. They found out. They said that there is a big living person sleeping here. I went out to take a look and brought you in."

Fengfeng's description is simple and rude, so simple that it makes people even more confused.

He Shu: "Before I go to bed, obviously..."

He wanted to say Guanghan, but suddenly remembered that Guanghan had said that he was a little different from the real Guanghan.

Fengfeng: "Mingming what?"

He Shu swallowed the second half of the sentence: "Nothing, why are you here?"

He looked at the scumbags under the steps, and then looked at the empty seats behind Fengfeng.

Fengfeng noticed his gaze, and his head, which was originally a little shy, became more and more high.

"There was a great disaster here, and the dragons were headless. Fortunately, I fell from the sky and pulled the building to the ground. They were convinced of me, and naturally they took me as the master!"

He Shu was helpless: "...Can you speak human words?"

He no longer expects to get any useful content from the mouth of this little fat bird, and looks directly at the few emissaries below the steps.

"What do you call the eldest brothers? My name is He Shu. I'm a mortal in the world. I was kidnapped and accidentally drifted here."

"We know that Feng Ye has already explained to us before that you are a distinguished guest of Qianqi Palace."

One of the evildoers, he didn't know if he was born with a bitter face, or if he encountered some problems that could not be solved, even his smile was a bitter smile, his whole face was drooping and made a bitter look, which made people unable to help but follow in their hearts. suffer.

When He Shu heard Feng Ye's name, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.