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Zhang Deng has to be avenged.He's not thoughtless.When encountering things that offend others, sometimes you really can't avoid it.Unless the ability is stronger, there is the possibility of overwhelming the opponent.Zhang Deng is just too weak, and he is a "brave" guy. It is normal to encounter such a thing.

The first feeling when entering the water is warmth.

The water in the tripod is warm, much more comfortable than the environment outside.Zhang Deng looked up in surprise, but found that he couldn't see through the water.All of a sudden, the only thing that catches the eye is water.

Water, water, water, water.Water is everywhere.

Panic bursts in Zhang Deng's heart, but he suddenly felt sleepy.He couldn't feel his breath, nor was he suffocating, but he couldn't open his eyes.

The spirit on his chest was floating in the water, Zhang Deng stretched out his hand to hold the small wooden rock.There is no sound in the water, only the dullness caused by the pressure of the liquid of uniform density on the cheek.

Soon, everything was quiet.

Zhang Deng took a deep breath, and then was torn to pieces by the sudden force from all directions.

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Judge Shanbo, who was holding a small mirror in his hand, clicked his tongue and spat out the melon seeds in his mouth.

Standing aside, the evil book judge who was busy with the aftermath complained to him: "Are you looking at it again? Isn't the small viewing mirror used for this? The people you look at are too pitiful."

The judge of the good book chewed melon seeds "bajibaji" and said, "it's boring. Now the judge of the good and evil book farts a lot, and the souls that come down are less kind and more stupid. The merits on the body are just counted and gone. What else do you think I can do?"

The evil book judge knocked on the notebook with his pen, and sighed: "It is said that foolish people come out of troubled times, and now I think this is really going to be reversed. If you don't think about it, you won't think about the benefits of doing more good deeds on weekdays. Everyone just thinks about it. For their own sake, they will naturally not do good deeds. Why do they give up thinking even though the top is so peaceful?"

Judge Shanbo smiled: "Because thinking is very tiring. Living is already very tiring, who would bother to think that much?"

The evil book judge shook his head: "This is not a reason for you to use the small viewing mirror to watch prisoners being tortured to amuse yourself. Turn it off!"

Judge Shanbo was not convinced: "I don't think they have offended you again, so don't worry about it so much."

Judge Evil Book came over and snatched Judge Shan Book's mirror, and put it upside down on the table.

"Don't be like that group of people in the sky, who specially hired that king or some kind of celestial master to do some gray things just to watch the 'performance' of mortals."

Judge Shanbo waved his hand: "Why do you care so much? It's nothing to do with us if the superiors don't want this baaaaa cultivation base merit. He is now a popular spicy chicken. Don't learn from that 'green ghost'."

Mentioning the 'blue ghost', Judge Evil Book fell silent.

"Actually, I have always admired the green ghost." Evil Book Judge whispered, but just in time for Shan Book Judge to listen.

"He? You mean the mortal who is currently experiencing the cycle of endless hell? Or the evil green ghost back then? You can make it clear." Judge Shanbo sneered.

At this moment, the evil judge was speechless.

He admired the imposing and unrestrained ghost cultivator thousands of years ago. According to legend, he only ate the flesh of evil people, with disheveled hair, and walked barefoot in the sky.He naturally has this ability. In the ghost and gods of the underworld back then, no one dared to call himself the number one if he wanted to claim to be number two alone.

Even though the ghost was conspired against and thrown into reincarnation, his deeds have been passed down for thousands of years.

I have seen the current reincarnation before, and the aura and mana are gone, but in a daze, there is still the energy of the young ghost who refuses to admit defeat.

Even if he was punished for his crimes, he still looked frank and open, unlike those ordinary mediocre people who were crying and crying when they were thrown into hell.

However, no one is afraid of this "green ghost" in this world.

The era of martial arts is too early, and now there are rewards and punishments, judging merits and demerits, and according to blessings, there are few people who will specialize in martial arts.Not to mention the genealogy of ghosts and gods, which has not been updated once in hundreds of years.

It is said that times make heroes.This situation probably does not require any strong independent force to exist.

The good book judge turned over the small viewing mirror again, and said curiously: "I don't know where the 'green ghost' has reincarnated this time. Don't be an insect anymore, looking upset. Hey, take a look too." !"

Judge Shanbo felt a little uncomfortable and resisted, but he still slowly poked his head over.

But not insects.

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Not insects.

Yu Wenli got up from the couch with sweat on his forehead.He gripped the bedding tightly, panting heavily.

The two maidservants in the palace heard the noise and hurriedly moved a few feet in front of the couch: "Your Excellency, are you feeling unwell?"

Yu Wenli raised his eyes and saw the familiar beams and floor tiles and simple curtains.He waved his hand: "Nothing. Get up."

Nuo, the two servants, stepped forward to help Yu Wenli change his clothes, tie his hair and wear a crown.A maidservant picked up the jade crown on the stage and put it on for Yu Wenli, but was rejected with a wave, and instead took an ordinary crown and put it on.

Now he is a proton sent by his mother clan, dressed as a Han Chinese, so he knows a little bit of Han etiquette.Putting on his outer clothes, he looked into the water, and felt that he was a Xianbei barbarian, and it was ridiculous to dress up as a Han.

However, what was even more ridiculous was the dream last night.Yu Wenli actually dreamed that he had turned into a caterpillar on a branch, crawling and twisting and twisting every day, looking for food.Occasionally, one day, it was picked up by a white-headed bird and swallowed in one bite.

Of course, he would not tell anyone about this absurd dream, but Yu Wenli still smiled faintly when he thought about it.

After laughing, his whole body became cold again.

A maid saw him raising his lips, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Young master, what are you laughing at?"

Her son Li is a good-tempered person and doesn't put on airs very much with his servants.Although he is only a proton, dozens of people in the family are also loyal to him.

Yu Wenli shook his head and said, "It's nothing, the early bugs are just eaten by birds."

The two maids were taken aback for a moment, and looked at each other suspiciously.

Yu Wenli is now located in a small country in the Central Plains, with only ten servants and twenty diners around him.There are very few swordsmen and not many magi.Several nobles in the city-state have a very subtle attitude towards Yu Wenli. They occasionally invite him to a banquet, but they often hold some Han Chinese cultural performances. They want Yu Wenli to make a fool of themselves, but he always defuses it skillfully. Willing to invite him.

Young Master Li didn't care, he sent his servants to the streets every day, and rented a few shops to sell nonsense.It is not uncommon for Hu people to come to Central China in the past hundred years, and it is not unsatisfactory. With one or two capable stewards running the business, Yu Wenli is doing well.

However, he was too old and weak, and he got the taste of poetry, playing with "Poetry" every day to anesthetize himself.

It's just that he occasionally popped up some strange vocabulary and sentences in recent years.Dreaming at night, and always dreaming of strange scenes.

When the servant asked, he only said that it was a dreamland of snakes, insects, beasts and tall buildings, not reality.It's just that in recent years, it's really unusual for him to dream every day.

After Yu Wenli had breakfast, he asked the steward to get the key to the warehouse, and took the two servants to the library.Although he is a proton, he still has not given up his heart of returning home.It's just that my elder brothers probably forgot about me as a young child long ago, and it's too late for them to become kings all over the place.

He decided to take a look at the cloth he had brought. At that time, he specially asked someone to compile a few volumes with bamboo slips and brocade silk, so that he could recall them conveniently.There are also dreams, and he also needs to find some divination techniques to solve them.

Yu Wenli stepped into the warehouse full of dust, and searched for it by shelf.Two servants stood aside and waited patiently.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the bamboo slips on the top of the shelf.

The bamboo slips were quite thick and heavy, and Yu Wenli ordered two servants to help them take the slips off the shelf.With the light of the small grid on the top, he looked carefully.

After flipping through several volumes, the slips only recorded some common deeds, and there was nothing he wanted to find.He thought about it for a while, thinking that it might be in the silk book, so he looked for it on another shelf.

The silk books were all placed in an insect-proof box. Yu Wen left the box, uncovered a few pieces of silk books on the top, and looked at them for a while.There are some common military tactics and family affairs in the silk book. Yu Wenli was not satisfied, so he continued to read.

Turned over an hour, another hour.

After flipping through this box, open another one.

When it was the fourth one, a boy's voice sounded: "Have you found enough?"

Yu Wenli didn't lift his head: "Not yet."

After he finished answering, he realized the power of the voice owner, turned around and asked, "Who is so bold?"

There was no one behind him.

After a while, the boy's voice yawned in the dark: "Are you still looking? I'm so sleepy."

Yu Wenli dropped the silk book in his hand in panic: "Who? Who? Get out!"

The voice said: "You still can't see me now, it will take some time. By the way, I suggest you keep quiet when talking to me, I can hear you."

Yu Wenli was so frightened that he picked up the silk book that fell on the ground tremblingly, but found that there was no line of writing on it.

Strange, it was all written on it just now?Yu Wenli thought it was too bizarre, and wanted to run away, but he heard the voice say: "There is no word, it seems to be just another one."

Yu Wenli didn't understand, so he asked him: "What is Ba Ge?"

The boy answered him: "It's just a system error."

Yu Wenli asked again: "What is the system?"

The young man sighed: "I forgot that you have been reincarnated thousands of times. I will tell you in detail later. I am sleepy, so take a rest."

The vocabulary in Yuwenli's ears is novel, but it is composed of ordinary words, so he feels strange in his heart.Judging from the boy's tone, it didn't look like he was going to harm him, but it didn't look like he was going to seriously argue with him, so he had no choice but to put the silk book back in the box and walk out of the room slowly.

Yu Wenli called the oldest sage in the mansion, and told about his previous dreams, and wanted to ask the old and knowledgeable old man to interpret his dreams for him.

The old man named Zeng, after listening to Yu Wenli's description, thought for a while, and said to him: "What you see in your dream, young master, is it seen by others or by yourself?"

Yu Wenli thought for a while, and answered him: "It's what I saw."

"But it all ended up being swallowed?" Zeng asked him again.

"Nine times out of ten. Some are either swallowed or harmed, and they never end well." Yu Wenli said.

Zeng sighed slowly: "My lord, there is something trying to restrain you."

Yu Wenli said that I was acting like a tortoise in Licheng by myself, why would someone want my life?My old life is worthless?

Zeng thought for a while: "Young Master, you can recall the characteristics of the monster so that you can avoid it in the future. I will go to do divination for you later, and present the tortoise shell in three days."

Yu Wenli nodded, and waved Zeng back.He sat in the hall for a while, picked up a piece of torn paper that was put aside, read the verse on it, and murmured another sentence.

"It would be great if Hu Han could go on a blind date."

This is impossible.

At that time, the climate in the Central Plains was pleasant, and the Wuhu was already on the rise, with open guns and dark arrows flying around. The attitudes of the five clans in different countries and cities were different, and many clans had already had the heart to flee.

Yu Wenli, as a small son of the clan, was sent to a city where [-]% of the Hu people lived, so he actually loved him.

It's just that his father, who is far away in the capital, in the high hall, never expected that his son would meet a wild traveler who was wandering around the mountains and rivers.

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"My lord, there is an idler in gray clothes asking to see him. He claims to be a poet of Jiankang, and he wants to eat with songs." A swordsman suddenly walked to the door and reported, startling Yu Wenli who was thinking.

"Jiankang poet? Can he sing? Yes, then let him sing a song. If he sings well, come in again."

There are some diners who can sing and dance at Yuwenli's door, and there is no shortage of this one.He was too lazy to meet people, so he wanted to use this method to dismiss him hastily.

The swordsman went out, said a few words outside, and then someone moved to the building.

Yu Wenli became curious, but he didn't expect that this person would really want to hit the building and sing.He leaned forward, wanting to see the tricks of this Jiankang poet.

After a while, a young man's high-pitched but full of spirit singing came from outside.

"Kao Pan is in the stream, so wide as a man.

If you sleep alone, you will never talk, and you will never forget.

Kao Pan is here, and it is the heart of a great man.

Sleeping alone and singing songs, never forgetting.

Kao Pan is on land, the axis of great people.

If you sleep alone and sleep alone, you will always tell me. "

After singing once, the man outside cleared his throat and began to sing for the second time.

Yu Wenli supported his head with his hands, listening speciously, then suddenly raised his hand and yelled:

"presumptuous!"

Everyone was shocked, thinking that the poet would probably be killed.

Unexpectedly, the barbarian young man in the hall clapped his hands and burst out laughing.After laughing three times, he said to the swordsman by the door: "What a song "Kao Pan". Come, invite the Jiankang poet!"