No matter if you are a human or an immortal, you can still farm for me after traveling through time!

The scenery in the splashed ink changes endlessly, but only the building in that place remains unchanged.

After thinking about this, Ji Qingyue took a deep breath and stepped into the splashing ink.

Unexpectedly, splashing ink was like a bottomless abyss. He fell down and fell into endless darkness.

It’s actually water!

It felt like seeing a thin layer of water on the side of the road. I wanted to experience treading water and jumped forward with my feet happily, but I didn't expect that there was a sewer opening hidden in the water without a manhole cover!

When he was panicking, something grabbed him and pushed him up.

Ji Qingyue finally surfaced, patted his chest with lingering fear, and slowly calmed down.

Although there is no suffocating feeling like drowning, the sudden darkness and silence, as well as the feeling of falling rapidly and the heart chasing the body, are another indescribable feeling of suffocation.

Suddenly, the water around Ji Qingyue seemed to be boiling, and something slowly rose from the water. He turned around and saw that it turned out to be a human-shaped thing.

The rolling ink condensed, and a monk-like ink man appeared in front of him with his hands clasped together, and a mouth emerged from the blurred facial features.

“You see the goal, do you see the path to take?”

Ji Qingyue was still confused and his tone was very uncertain: "What do you mean...?"

The ink monk was silent, like a still statue, no matter how many questions Ji Qingyue asked, he didn't answer.

So he tried to answer: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk was seen dripping silently like wax water, and the next moment it turned into a tsunami and hit him.

He had nowhere to escape, and was knocked straight into the water by the big black waves.

The ink was thick and sticky, and he subconsciously held his breath and struggled...

His heart beat violently, hitting his chest, as if he wanted to break through this body and escape from this body.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

The fall still hasn't stopped, where will he fall?

Eighteen levels of hell?

Just when Ji Qingyue thought there was no end to his fall, his five senses gradually returned until he saw colors.

Eyes full of withered yellow.

He was standing on a strange land. The dry land was barren of grass. Those fields were originally surrounded by ridges. The river was dry, and the cracks on the exposed river bed were one or two inches wide. Black smoke was rising everywhere, but there was no drop of water to extinguish the sparks. We could only let them grow and develop, forming a continuous line of fire.

Endless deserted fields, without a trace of life.

Ji Qingyue was walking aimlessly on the road when he suddenly stopped and his pupils were trembling because he saw a familiar courtyard.

"There are no other houses near our home. As long as you see a single-family house with a blue brick study built in the yard, that's our home..."

Li Silang's voice was still in his ears.

Ji Qingyue walked slowly, unable to believe what he saw in front of him.

He approached the courtyard like a wooden man.

The dilapidated courtyard door is made of two rickety wooden doors. The dry wind and sand blow by, and the wooden boards will make a creaking sound. The houses made of mud walls and mud tiles in the yard are all in dilapidated condition. Only the small house with blue bricks and black tiles on the left is still structurally intact.

Almost all the mud houses collapsed, and more than half of the roof of the small house with blue bricks and black tiles collapsed. The yard was full of weathered soil. The deep well dug under the dead tree had dried up, and the bottom of the well was full of sand and gravel.

Ji Qingyue once escaped from the painting. Although he was in a hurry and had no time to see the entire courtyard clearly, in his memory, everything here was what he saw that day.

Such as knuckles in the throat.

With a heavy heart, Ji Qingyue pushed open the broken study door and saw broken tiles scattered on the floor of the study. A big hole had collapsed in the roof above the desk and bookshelf, and the desk and bookshelf were long gone. There is no trace, let alone the handwritten books on the bookshelf.

All gone, leaving only an empty house.

He looked at the empty wall. The place where the painting was originally hung was empty and unknown.

Ji Qing was about to collapse. His eyes no longer knew where to look. Everywhere was desolate and withered...

Where is Li Erlang? Where is Shiro?

What does Ink Monk mean? What do you want him to do with this sight?

Ji Qingyue kept moving his eyes and quickly scanned the study room.

Suddenly, he remembered that there was a very secret cellar in the study. He recalled that he heard the dull sound of moving heavy objects in the painting. The location seemed to be...

Where the painting was originally hung, go to the open space opposite the desk - to the left of the entrance to the study, between the cracks in the bricks, it is really difficult to find the entrance to the cellar if you look closely.

It seemed that I had to remove a small object before I could find the iron ring that opened the cellar.

Ji Qingyue squatted on the ground and kept groping, digging and digging, and sure enough he found an iron ring under a loose brick!

He immediately held the iron ring and lifted it up with force, removed the heavy stone cover, and hit the ground with a heavy muffled sound.

Just as he was about to poke his head in, a figure suddenly flashed in from outside the study like a falcon: "Who are you! Don't touch anything here!" As he said that, the man raised his knife and slashed over.

Ji Qingyue turned around and saw the person coming clearly. He was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with yellow hair and shriveled cheeks. His eyes looked very big and moist, like two gems embedded in his face. The boy's clothes were so tattered that they could barely cover his body. He held a machete in both hands and pointed it at Ji Qingyue.

The child held up the shiny machete and stared at him fiercely: "I'll say it again, don't touch anything here! Leave immediately!"

Ji Qingyue looked at the child's trembling hands and couldn't tell that he was bluffing.

Eleven or twelve years old...?

He raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons and would not hurt anyone, and asked cautiously: "What year is it now?"

The child stared at Ji Qingyue warily and asked, "Why do you ask this?"

"I have something to eat. If you tell me, I will share it with you."

The child's throat moved up and down, and he said, "It's the second year of Guangde."

Ji Qingyue was shocked. This was not the time Li Erlang told him! Counting it all together, after the New Year, the emperor of Dali has only been on the throne for four years, which should be the fourth year of Baoying! How could a second year of Guangde pop up?

He thought of something, held back his expression that was about to burst, and asked again: "What year is in front of Guangde?"

The child held up the knife and refused to put it down. He pursed his chapped lips and said, "You eat with me first."

Ji Qingyue patted his head with his raised hand, almost forgetting what he had promised to others.

He turned around to dig through his backpack, and was surprised to find that he was still wearing a winter cloak. It was obviously summer here, and the child was wearing a thin short robe. No wonder he was sweating!

Under the suspicious and wary eyes of the children, Ji Qingyue took off his cloak, revealing the nylon bag he was carrying behind him, which contained a few uneaten scones.

He took out a piece of cake, tore off half of it and handed it over. The child quickly took it away and hid it in his arms.

Ji Qingyue: "You haven't told me yet, what year is in front of Guangde?"

"Baoying."

now it's right.

He came in the fourth year of Baoying, but appeared in the second year of Guangde. It seems that this place has already experienced dynasty changes.

The last year of Baoying was the first year of Guangde. If you look at it this way...

"What year was Baoying last year?"

The child really found it very strange. How could anyone keep asking after the year number? He was a little impatient: "Baoying eight years! Why are you asking these questions!"

Baoying eight years?

Baoying's reign ended four years later, which means that the emperor died four years later, and then a new emperor ascended the throne and changed the reign name.

Four plus one, there is a difference of five years. It is only five years. How could Li Erlang's house be abandoned like this?

and many more.

Li Silang can be counted as six years old after the Chinese New Year, so he should be eleven years old now. Could it be that the child in front of him...?

When the child saw Ji Qing looking at him, his eyes became fiery, and he immediately tightened his grip on the knife, like a string being tightened.

His lips couldn't help but tremble: "Shiro...?"

When the child heard this, his eyes immediately turned red, but he still did not put down the knife in his hand.

Ji Qingyue confirmed again: "Are you Shiro?"

Unexpectedly, after the child heard Ji Qingyue's question, he yelled, and the hand holding the knife trembled even more violently: "I am not Shiro!"

"They're all dead...!"

Ji Qingyue froze on the spot as if struck by five thunders.

All dead?

He sobbed: "Dead? How did you die?"

He obviously talked to Li Silang two days ago, why did he die here?

When the child saw that the strange man in front of him didn't look like he was being hypocritical, he stopped his guarded movements and said in a sad tone: "Last year, the official family was assassinated by an assassin, and the country suddenly became a mess. Uighurs took the opportunity to come in, and that sycophantic minister from Mainland China... …Uncle Cai and Brother Li died in battle, and later Brother Li also died in the battle while guarding the pass. The border pass could not be defended at all, and the Uighurs rushed in on horseback and marched eastward along the trade road. They killed many people. Li Aweng They led us to escape in a hurry, but there were bandits on the road... They killed Li Aweng on the spot. When Li A Nai saw it, she vomited a mouthful of blood and followed... Then we were taken up the mountain by the bandits to do coolies... One day, Sister Jinniang found me and Shiro...she...she seemed to have suffered a lot..." The child put down the knife at some point, and couldn't stop crying. "She asked us to escape at night, and later …Later, the bandit’s village caught fire…”

Ji Qing cried quickly: "Where is Shiro...? He is here too, right? Let him come out. I have cakes and water here..."

The child sobbed and pointed to the cellar, speechless.

Ji Qingyue trembled all over, shook his body and looked around. The moment he saw what was underneath, his eyes blurred with tears.

There were not only stacks of books in the cellar, but also a small, dried body.

"After we escaped, Shiro became ill... There was no doctor at all, and there was no medicine... He left not long after...! Wuwuwu!!!" The child dropped the knife and whined. He burst into tears, "He... asked me to carry him home before he left..."

At some point, Ji Qing hugged the child more and more, patting his back gently to make him feel better. The two of them leaned on each other and burst into tears.

The next moment, the child stopped moving.

Ji Qingyue took a closer look and realized that the child had fainted and he himself was not much better.

My mind was in a mess, and I didn't want to believe that this was real.

He put the child on the cloak, went down to the cellar, and left something for Li Silang. It was said to be some, but in fact it was just half a scone. These were made by Li Jinniang, and they were left here as a thought for him.

Ji Qingyue bent over and placed half a scone next to his small body. Then he saw a rolled up picture. He picked it up and opened it, but he didn't react at all.

stunned.

In front of the thatched cottage, there is a small field with stubble left after the wheat harvest, and what hangs on the thatched cottage is the same wheat straw ornament that he hung under the thatched cottage before he left!

Cats, dogs, fish, birds, flowers... and sunny dolls...

Ji Qingyue bent his knees and knelt beside Li Silang and cried into tears.

what--

After a long time, Ji Qingyue put away the scroll and put it back in its original place. He climbed back to the ground, closed the cellar lid tightly, hid the iron ring, and then held the sleeping child in his arms in a daze. His mind was filled with Shiro's words before he left. : "We are waiting for you at home!"

At this time Ji Qingyue had only one thought: I want to go back! I must return to Baoying for four years!

He looked at the thin child in his arms and already guessed who it was.

At this time, the child woke up leisurely in Ji Qingyue's arms. He was wary for a moment. When he saw clearly that the person holding him was Ji Qingyue, his whole body relaxed visibly.

"Are you Li Yu?"

Li Yu never thought that a person he had never met before would know his name, so he immediately became alert and slowly straightened up from Ji Qingyue's arms. Before he could get up, he was pushed back by Ji Qingyue.

"I have known Shiro and the others a long time ago. Speaking of which, the first person I met was Shiro. He told me that he had a classmate who loved to cry very much."

These words were so familiar that Li Yu's mood, which had just calmed down, became ups and downs again.

Ji Qingyue patted his head and asked him to eat the cake. After all, his stomach was still growling when he fainted.

He knew what it was like to be hungry.

Watching Li Yu gnaw the pancake, he took out the thermos cup, poured some water into the cup lid, and fed it to Li Yu bit by bit while asking Li Yu to slowly understand the current situation.

"Why are the fields here like this?"

Li Yu hadn't been hugged for a long time, and now he was a little dependent on Ji Qingyue. He drank water and chewed pancakes, and answered Ji Qingyue's questions. His mouth was busy: "Since February, the northwest has been dry. , it has been drought for almost seven months now. After the official was assassinated, the Uighurs invaded, and people fled south. No one dared to come back, so the land was abandoned."

"Why don't you run away?"

Li Yu said expressionlessly: "After sending Shiro home, I plan to stay here. I don't know where the Uighurs are, and bandits are everywhere. Now there is no place for me to go."

Ji Qing touched Li Yu more distressedly. Not only Li Yu, but he himself hadn't touched anyone for a long time.

Suddenly, he thought of another person. "Where's Saburo?"

"Brother Li San was in the capital before the incident. After the official was assassinated, the capital and the surrounding area were all sealed off. We are still looking for the murderer." Li Yu sighed: "I don't know the address of Third Brother Li, so I can't write to him to tell him where it is. Maybe he is still waiting for news from us, or maybe he already knows about Li Aweng and Shiro..."

"The official was assassinated in the capital?"

Li Yu said in a dull tone: "I don't know, that's what the rumors say, and some people say that the official family was assassinated on their way to escape the summer heat. I don't know anything else..."

Ji Qingyue rubbed his frizzy head: "It's okay."

He asked some other questions and waited until Li Yu was full before pulling him up.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find Saburo." After saying that, he squatted down and let Li Yu lie on his back.

Li Yu hesitated and stared at Ji Qingyue's back, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ji Qingyue waited for a while, and finally waited for a light weight to lie down.

"I can't stay here for a long time, so I want to ensure your safety before leaving." After confirming that there was nothing to take away in the yard, Ji Qingyue closed the courtyard door and walked towards Shandan County with Li Yu on his back.

Li Yu escaped with Li Aweng, and he knew how to get to Shandan.

Nowadays, there are no large numbers of Huihe people. We are only afraid of bandits who suddenly pop out.

It was already evening when they set off. Ji Qingyue had deliberately chosen to take the night route, which could reduce the chance of being discovered by bandits. In addition, Li Yu pointed to some relatively hidden paths. Although it was a longer detour, it was better. Safety.

After walking all night, they finally arrived at the gate of Shandan City as the sun rose.

At this time, the city gate was tightly closed, and almost no outsiders entered the city, because the people in the surrounding villages had already fled, and no one would enter the city. Therefore, the tall Ji Qingyue's slow approach seemed very abrupt.

Facing the interrogation by the soldiers guarding the city, Ji Qingyue was unable to speak clearly. He could not tell him his household registration status or the identity of his parents. However, Li Yu answered fluently.

The officers and soldiers took note of Li Yu's words and asked people to go to the county government office to conduct an investigation. It didn't take long for them to find the corresponding information.

The officers and soldiers pointed at Ji Qingyue: "He can enter the city, but you can't."

Ji Qingyue nodded readily, but Li Yu and the officers and soldiers were stunned.

He pulled Li Yu aside, opened his backpack, took out the remaining three large cakes, and handed them to Li Yu.

With tears in Li Yu's eyes, she was forced to take the heavy pancake. She was trembling and speechless, and just shook her head.

Ji Qing hugged him harder and whispered in his ear, explaining everything. Then he pushed Li Yu away, held his face, and stared into his eyes: "We will meet again, then, You will definitely be happier than you are now.”

Li Yu was speechless and kept nodding: "Well..."

Ji Qingyue led Li Yu back to the officers and soldiers, pretended to be embarrassed, poured out all the copper coins from his backpack, and handed them to the officers and soldiers guarding the city: "Brother, this is all the money I have, please help him find a way." Yin, let him go to the capital to find his brother."

The officers and soldiers received the benefits and saw that they were not begging to let him into the city, so they naturally agreed.

Finally, Ji Qingyue shouted to Li Yu's back: "Live well! You will have to rely on yourself for the rest of your life!" After saying that, he walked back without looking back.

When he woke up again, Ji Qingyue found that he was lying on the surface of splashed ink. The ink was boiling again. The monk appeared again and asked him the same question: "You see the target, do you see the way to go?"

He replied firmly: "Yes!"

Monk Mo sank quietly, and then, pieces of pedals slowly emerged from the floating water, extending all the way to the front of the building.

Ji Qingyue stepped on the pedal slowly, passing through the scenery splashed with splashes of ink, and came to the front of the building.

Only when I looked closer did I realize that it was a square five-story pagoda, with the height decreasing layer by layer. There were four lamp blocks standing around the pagoda, and fire made of black water droplets danced in the lamp blocks.

When he walked into the pagoda, he discovered that the pagoda was actually colorful, with paintings all over the walls and ceiling. There were niches cut into the four walls, and a bowl of lamps was placed in them, giving off a faint glow.

There is only a wooden staircase going up inside the empty pagoda.

Helpless, Ji Qingyue had no choice but to climb up.

Until we reached the fifth floor, it was finally no longer empty.

There is a golden Buddha statue on the top floor. The Buddha is sitting on a lotus throne, holding a flower in one hand and a small relic in the other.

The strange thing is that the hand holding the relic is facing towards the stairs, and the hand is leaning forward as if to send the relic forward for someone to take it away.

Ji Qingyue hesitated and knelt down before the Buddha statue with his hands together. After the ceremony, he slowly picked up the relic.

As soon as he twisted the relic, he heard the sound of a bell. Ji Qing was relieved from his dizziness and found that he appeared in another world full of colors.

This made him a little confused.

Where is this place? !