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"Follow my brother and read, Sir, Qiu Yiji, transform into three thousand, seventy sages."

"Your Majesty, Qiu Yiji...hua...hua..."

"How stupid. It's three thousand and seventy sages."

The older boy knocked the child. "Ah! Brother, be gentler. My mother knows that I don't read well and she wants to punish me again."

"Should!"

The child obediently said: "Master, Qiu Yiji. Transform into three thousand, seventy sages."

Ji Qingyue sat with his legs bent on a stone by the stream, leaning his face and listening to the conversation coming from outside. He had a numb expression, his eyes were straight, and he was looking at the stream unfocused.

Yes, he was numb.

I don't know why, but when he opened his eyes, he was already lying in this deserted place. Even though the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, the clouds and mist are misty, and the scenery is unique, he can't bring himself to appreciate it.

because……

"Goo-"

Ji Qingyue rubbed his stomach and looked up to the sky and sighed: I'm so hungry!

Two days ago, Ji Qingyue opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, looked around and found that he was lying in a simple thatched cottage.

He had never seen such a simple and unique house.

A place he had never seen before.

The main frame of the thatched cottage is supported by several arm-thick wooden sticks. The roof and three walls are surrounded by stalks of an unknown plant. The ground is covered with a layer of wooden boards. The gaps between the wooden boards are large enough to sink your feet. Get in!

Not only was this thatched cottage used to protect it from the wind and rain, but it was just made of scaffolding tied with grass and vines. Ji Qingyue didn't dare to stay in it for too long, for fear that it would collapse when the strong wind blew.

The emptiness of the thatched cottage faces the stream outside, and the mountain clouds and mist in the distance are all visible.

It seems that this simple thatched cottage was built for viewing.

But now he is not in the mood to look at the scenery. The question he is most worried about now is whether he can still see the sun tomorrow.

"Erlang! Shiro! It's time to eat!" Suddenly, a woman's call came from the distance, and then two male voices sounded nearby: "Auntie, we are here!"

Ji Qingyue raised his head and stared at the distant mountains across the stream. He was sure that he heard correctly. The sound came from the other side of the mountain.

But...this is not scientific!

On the other side of the stream is an endless low-undulating wild grassland. At the end of the grassland is a continuous mountain. The trees there are lush and green, and it seems to be a pine forest.

Apart from this thatched cottage, there are no other buildings at all. How did the distant voices come from?

Could it be that ghosts are attacking the wall?

Ji Qing became more and more suspicious that he had reached an extraordinary place.

He lowered his head and looked at the stream. The water was piled with rocks, and the slopes were continuous and varied in height. The water was crystal clear, with tender green water plants swaying. The rocks were exposed out of the water, causing countless splashes under the impact of the stream. Both sides of the stream are connected by a plank bridge, and opposite the plank bridge is a wild grassland.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ji Qingyue turned his head. Behind the thatched cottage is a towering mountain range. The thatched cottage is not far from the foot of the mountain, with patches of pine forests growing in between. The pine trees are strong and green, with straight branches and pine leaves spreading horizontally. It's just that at this time of year, the leaves have fallen a little withered, and under the trees are the withered and yellow pine needles that have accumulated for a long time.

The upper layers of the mountain are steep and rugged, with huge rocks and thick trees. There is a waterfall in the distance that flows down from the ravine between the two mountains, stirring up countless mist. It can be easily seen in the sunlight during the day. rainbow.

The stream meanders through the thatched cottage from there.

Ji Qingyue couldn't help but guess that this should be a world independent of the outside world, similar to the world where Xumi hides mustard seeds.

For two days, he watched the sun rise and the moon set. Apart from the sounds of the wind blowing in the trees and the mountain streams, the only sounds coming from "outside" were the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs, the play of children, and the shouting of adults.

The smell of fireworks made him feel at ease, but also frightened him.

There was no other reason, there was only sound but no human figure.

The sound clearly came from the other side of the stream not far away. Sometimes the sound was so close that it seemed that you could reach out and touch it, but no one could be seen.

So, for the past three days, he just sat on the big rock by the water.

Gradually, he woke up from the numbness, gave up and continued to explore where this place was and why he came here. The most urgent problem he had to face now was how to survive.

Ji Qingyue picked up the backpack at his feet again. What came with him was the nylon backpack he had been carrying. It was his work bag, which contained his mobile phone, computer, wallet, and an empty thermal insulation bag. cup.

Looking at these things, Ji Qing, who finally had a desire to survive, became more and more decadent. As a college student who was about to graduate, what kind of food could he bring with him when he went out?

He rummaged through his backpack again. The only edible thing in it was a few chewing gums. These were taken from the reception desk when he ate out once. He threw them into the bag and forgot to clean them. He had eaten several of them in the past two days. , now only the last two are left.

The beautiful world of Xumi Jiezi is full of weirdness.

The thatched cottage was empty, as far as the eye could see, there was no food, not a single fish in the water, no berries on the ground, no wild fruits on the trees, he didn't recognize any of the weeds everywhere, and there were no birds singing in the forest behind the thatched cottage. , as quiet as death, making people dare not approach easily.

"Gurgling--" His stomach rang again, and if he couldn't find anything to eat anymore, these grunting sounds would become his last song.

Ji Qingyue once again tried to walk to the other side.

The wooden plank bridge over the stream was very simple. It only used three wooden slats placed on four pillars in the middle of the water. The connection between the wooden planks and the pillars was not fixed. Every time he stepped on the wooden plank bridge, he was worried that the bridge would collapse in the next second. Just collapse.

Ji Qingyue stepped on the bridge gently on tiptoes again, fearing that it would not be able to bear his own weight.

Although it was shaking a little, fortunately, the plank bridge still stood firmly on the water.

Before he reached the halfway point, Ji Qingyue stretched out his hand and crossed the bridge bit by bit like a blind man exploring a path. After a while, Ji Qingyue stopped and sighed. Just like the first time he crossed the bridge, there was a transparent barrier in the middle of the bridge, blocking his way.

He was stuck on this side of the stream.

Ji Qingyue retreated to the shore, thinking about what to do next.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a creaking sound, which was the sound of the door opening, followed by a series of light footsteps slowly approaching, followed by the sound of a childish voice. "Your Majesty, Qiu Yiji, transform into three thousand, seventy sages."

The little boy is studying again.

Ji Qingyue held up his face and listened to the sound of reading in a funny way. He suddenly remembered his time in elementary school. Every day after school happened to be the time when cartoons were popular. The adults in his family were all employees. He got off school at five o'clock, and the adults got off work at five-thirty and six o'clock, so He always spreads out his homework when the adults are not off work, and then secretly turns on the TV, turning the sound down, paying attention to the sound at the door, and watching cartoons with bare feet attentively.

I don’t know where his ability to do two things comes from. It is rare that he has never been discovered by adults. The moment the adults insert the key, he can always turn off the TV and run back to the room. When the adults come in, he will pretend to be doing homework and thinking. Posture, muddle through.

Little did he know, all these little tricks of his were discovered by the adults. When he grew up, he realized that his actions as a child had been passed down as a joke among his relatives. He always thought that he was hiding it well.

The more Ji Qing covered his face, the more he felt funny, and the more he laughed, the more sad he felt. Gradually, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he began to sob silently.

He couldn't go back, he was stuck in this damn place, he couldn't go back.

"Who? Who is crying?" The voice of the child reading suddenly stopped, and then the voice slowly approached, as if right in front of Ji Qingyue: "Huh? The voice came from the painting?"

Ji Qingyue was so frightened that his hair stood on end, his eyes widened, and he did not dare to say anything anymore.

The little boy muttered: "Did I hear wrongly?" After a while, the sound of reading continued.

At this time, Ji Qingyue's back was soaked with cold sweat.

painting? What painting? Is he in the painting?

"Shiro, are you ready to carry it?" the slightly older boy asked the little boy. The little boy shouted excitedly: "Brother, you are ready to carry it!"

"Okay, now you memorize it and listen to me."

But the little boy said: "Brother, wait a minute, I just heard someone crying in the painting."

The older boy laughed playfully: "Is anyone crying? Are you making excuses? Are you afraid that if you can't recite it later, my father and mother will slap you on the hand?"

The little boy flat-mouthed and said aggrievedly: "No, brother, I really heard it..."

"Okay, hurry up and recite it. You won't be able to recite it when daddy comes in later..." Before the older boy could finish speaking, the little boy quickly started to recite loudly: "Your Excellency, Qiu Yiji..."

The little boy finally made it through without any danger.

At this time, an adult man's voice approached along with the footsteps: "Erlang is urging Shiro to study!"

The two children said hello excitedly: "Dad!" "Dad!"

"How do you think Shiro read it?"

The little boy puffed up his chest proudly: "I can read it well, don't you think so, brother!"

The big boy reluctantly agreed: "Yes..."

Seeing that his two sons were so well-behaved, the man said happily: "Silang, when you go to Qiuxue, you must study hard with your master. Don't be lazy and playful. Mom and dad don't ask you to get any fame. As long as you are literate and sensible, Be an upright and kind person.”

The little boy said arrogantly: "Well! I will be an upright and kind person like my father and brothers!"

"Hahahahaha, my Shiro is so good! It's getting dark, Erlang and Shiro should go back and wash up and rest early."

Then, the sounds outside faded away, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Ji Qingyue raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sun had already sunk into the mountains in the distance, leaving only the afterglow. The sparse light was still struggling, and soon became darker and darker.

It seems that the sky here is the same as outside, and the time should be the same.

Ji Qingyue turned on his phone and looked at the time. It was only a little after six o'clock. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and wonder, at this time, people outside had finished their meals and were getting ready to go to bed?

Although he didn’t know how people outside lived in detail, from his observations over the past few days, Ji Qingyue had some understanding of his family’s daily routine, and gradually began to have some guesses that the outside world might be different from his original world. for a long time.

Addresses, words used, diet, work and rest all indicate differences.

In other words, the current situation is that, in terms of space, he has come to a so-called painting; in terms of time, he may have returned to a certain feudal dynasty in the past.

The family outside is probably a farmer's family. The two boys studying are the two sons of this family. The eldest is the second and the youngest is the fourth. The place where they study is their study room. According to Shiro, today He is hidden in a painting in this study!

Ji Qingyue sighed. No matter what, he seemed to be unable to return to his original world.

As the night got deeper and deeper, the noise outside gradually subsided until there was silence, so quiet that the only sound left was his breathing.

Ji Qingyue racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't think of a way, and suddenly despaired: Could it be that he was really trapped and died here?

How about going to the mountains tomorrow to take a look. Maybe there is food on the mountains.

Although he thought so, he understood that the chance of finding food was slim. Let me ask, if he saw a mushroom, would he dare to pick it? If he encounters a pheasant, can he catch it? If you encounter a wild boar...

Ji Qingyue clasped his hands together and prayed that no large beasts should appear here.

Facts have proved that everything is wrong. The more Ji Qing thinks about it, the more he should know his identity. A nerdy young man who has lived in modern society for a long time without working hard on his limbs and food, how dare he overestimate himself.

The next day, the fourth day after arriving in the world of paintings, Ji Qingyue went for a walk at the foot of the mountain, and sure enough, he didn't see a single bird.

He gradually became convinced that apart from him, there was no other living creature that could breathe, not even insects!

However, there are a lot of grass and trees in the mountains, but there is not even a single mushroom. Even if I saw it, I would not dare to pick it.

Ji Qingyue was completely desperate now. He was really going to be trapped and die here.

Ji Qingyue staggered back to the thatched hut, no longer caring whether the thatched hut would collapse. He spread his hands and lay blankly in the thatched hut, looking at the roof, and the countless light spots leaking from the roof shone on his body and the floor. , tears slowly blurred his eyes.

He really wanted to cry hysterically and scream loudly at what bastard put him in this hellish place without giving him a chance to survive. Did he just let him despair and wait for death?

But reason still told him not to waste his energy. How could he give up hope until the last moment?

After a moment of silence, Ji Qingyue got up again, walked to the stream, squatted down and picked up a handful of water, washed his face clean, took another big gulp, and his mood gradually calmed down.

After drinking enough water and wiping his mouth, he thought to himself: Fortunately there is no shortage of water here, otherwise it would be difficult to survive three days.

Ji Qingyue stared at the center of the bridge. Maybe the transparent barrier was just to keep him here, so all he could do now was wait.

When the sun rose, Ji Qingyue went back to the thatched cottage or under the surrounding pine trees, closed his eyes to rest, and watched as the time was almost up. He came to the stream, sat on a stone, and said silently in his heart: One, two, three...

There was a creak outside, and the door opened, followed by another series of light sounds, and then the unshakable sound of a little boy reading.

"Seventy sages, you are a young man, eighty-nine sons, good works and beautiful, you can know the etiquette."

It seems that the child passed the test yesterday and read the first four sentences for three consecutive days. Today, he finally changed the content.

Ji Qingyue waited for the little boy to finish reading it for the first time, cheering secretly in his heart. After taking a deep breath, he pinched his nose and lowered his voice and said roughly: "Child, do you know what this passage is about?"

Unexpectedly, the child was not afraid. Instead, he replied softly: "I don't know. My brother said that he would tell me when I know it by heart."

The child was so honest, the more Ji Qing couldn't help but despise himself in his heart, he actually fell to the point of trying to deceive a child.

Ji Qingyue coughed lightly and said roughly: "Do you know who I am?"

The child asked angrily: "Who are you?"

"The secret must not be leaked. If it is revealed, it will not be good for you or me."

Ji Qingyue aroused the child's curiosity, and the child asked, "Are you an immortal? The immortal who lives in the painting?"

The child's voice came from directly in front, not far away. It sounded like he was only a few steps away from Ji Qingyue, as if he was standing on the bridge with him.

Ji Qingyue guessed that the little boy was standing in front of the painting now, so he pretended to be surprised: "Oh? I was born in the painting this time?"

"Yes, you live in my painting."

"Well... I slept, and a thousand years have passed! Anyway, it is fate that you and I met today, so I will tell you about 'Master'."

The child thanked him excitedly: "Thank you, immortal!"