Traveling is not necessarily the protagonist

There is a saying that is right, life either perishes in silence, or explodes in silence.

He, Li Junyu, has lived in this turbulent world for 27 years. He is a single dog who is about three years old. Because his parents died early, he dropped out of high school early in his third year. He did not have a decent diploma and found several jobs. Being disgusted, I haven't even touched a girlfriend's hand, let alone kissed it, and even subconsciously think that my whole life has been so ordinary.Unexpectedly, there is another word in life, turning point...

The dark blue night sky, the moonless starry sky, the stars are particularly bright, and the cicadas are singing again and again, as if they are telling the hot summer.

"It's late at night, young master, go back to your room and rest." A man's voice sounded.

"Wait, is there someone?" A teenager about sixteen or seventeen tugged the cloak on his shoulders and looked at the grass not far away.

Following the boy's eyes, he saw an unknown object lying on the grass. The night was thick, and because of the distance, he couldn't see it clearly. He turned his head and signaled to the boy, "I'll go and have a look."

"En." The boy nodded, and walked behind him unhurriedly.

"Young master, look," he turned over the person lying on the ground, a man with a face covered in dust and obviously wearing strange clothes that didn't fit well, seeing from the corner of his eyes that the boy wanted to squat down, he hurriedly said: "Young master, be careful, his temper is weird."

"It's okay, let me take a look."

The young man reached out to touch the person's energy veins, within a few seconds, he was instantly bounced away by a powerful force, and fell to the ground, "Sect Leader, are you alright?" Then he pulled out the sword from his waist, The point of the sword pointed at the unconscious person, and said: "This person's origin is unknown, his aura is strange, I don't know how to break into the barrier, please let me deal with him, young master."

"No," the young man stood up slowly, patted the dust, carefully looked at the people on the ground, and said after a long while, "Take him back to the room, Zhen."

"Yes." The man called Zhen picked up someone, doubts in his heart, why did the head of the family bring such a weird person into Duanmu's house, if the family member knew about it, I'm afraid he would have to talk about it for a while.

"Ugh—it hurts," Li Junyu groaned, opened his sleepy eyes, felt a tingling sensation in his head, stretched out his hand to touch it, his forehead was wrapped with a thick bandage, what's going on, it's all right How can it hurt, and where is it?

Antique interior decoration, with a touch of sandalwood fragrance filling the side, a soft quilt under the body, the wooden bed is rich and complex, and it looks like it was written by a famous craftsman. On the right side of the bed is a solid wood On the bookshelf, the books were neatly arranged. Li Junyu flipped through them casually. They were full of jerky and incomprehensible words and pictures, which were completely incomprehensible.

It's difficult to deal with, according to his experience of reading so many martial arts novels, generally nine out of ten people who travel over will inherit the memory of the original body, or peerless martial arts, and from then on, they will embark on the road of hugging left and right, peak life, But he waited and waited, but there was no such thing. Moreover, this body was similar to when he was young. He was a young man in his prime, youthful and ignorant, and he didn't know what kind of person he was. What if he was exposed?

Come here for whatever you are afraid of, with a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, Li Junyu paused for a moment, turned around in shock, and saw a boy in white walking in with a basin, seeing Li Junyu After regaining consciousness, he got out of bed and walked around, put the water basin on the shelf next to him, and said in a flat tone, "Are you awake?"

"En," Li Junyu subconsciously responded, nodded, and inadvertently glanced at his clothes a few times. Although he was dressed in white, the fabric was by no means ordinary coarse linen. With sky blue and complicated patterns, his eyes moved upwards, his skin was fairer than a woman's, his long eyelashes fluttered from time to time, his clean eyes without a trace of impurities happened to meet his gaze, he was such a handsome and beautiful boy.The moment he first came in, he thought he saw a peerless beauty, like a fairy coming out of a painting. Fortunately, the "fairy" spoke first, breaking his fantasy and successfully preventing a misunderstanding.

"My name is Duanmu Ling," the young man who called himself Duanmu Ling twisted a towel in his hands, and said unhurriedly: "Yesterday you were injured, and in the future I will have time to ask where you live and what is your name?"

name?According to what he said, he didn't know him at all, and he didn't know where he lived. Should he tell the truth or lie to him?As for how I transmigrated, there is a faint afterimage, and I don’t remember clearly. At this time, what do people who transmigrated generally do?

"I'm sorry, I've lost my memory..." Li Junyu responded perfectly, and Li Junyu felt that he was really smart, so he praised his wit.

"Amnesia?" Duanmu Ling, who was twisting the towel, slowed down, veins were faintly visible on the back of his knuckles, his dark and clear eyes suddenly became cold, and he glanced at Li Junyu with a suspicious expression on his face.

Did he say the wrong thing?Or was it seen through?Li Junyu's nervous heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he felt bursts of cold sweat on his forehead, feeling uncomfortable being stared at by a beautiful boy.

"I know, don't be surprised when I tell you."

Tell Duanmuling the whole story in detail. In this feudal and superstitious ancient times, who would listen to his nonsense, and would be kind and virtuous if he didn't pull him out and beat him to death.At the moment I said it, I didn't have any confidence in my heart.

"I know that the world I'm talking about seems absurd to you, but it really exists!" As he spoke, he became a little emotional, and came to a strange world where no one knew him. He didn't know where to go in the future, and he was really afraid that one day he really wouldn't be able to go back. The uneasiness lingering in his heart was suddenly magnified, and his eyes were moist without knowing it.

"I see," Duanmu Ling handed over the towel, his tone lightened a bit, "Wipe it off."

"En, en." He took the towel in astonishment and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He still couldn't regain his composure. He was almost in his third year. How could he cry so much like a child? He didn't hold any expectations Some people believed what he said, but Duanmu's expression was too flat, without the slightest surprise, listening to him talking about the Arabian Nights, he said so much, at least give a reaction.Li Junyu felt very upset about this, but Duanmu didn't look at him with the eyes of "you are an idiot", and felt a lot more comfortable in his heart. Maybe they can become good friends.

After washing his face, he suddenly felt his head cleared up a lot. Li Junyu cleared his throat and finally said after deliberating for a long time, "Well, Duanmu, right? Thank you very much for listening to my nonsense just now. Excuse me. Which dynasty is it now? Where is this place?" If you fail to pretend to be amnesia, then you need to understand the structure of the world, know yourself, know your enemy, and win every battle. He has learned the 5000-year history of China, important events, and characters. There is a saying that to study history well, it is best to learn one more housekeeping skill. If you don’t know when you will travel through time, with the prophet in hand and a skill by your side, you won’t starve to death.

"Pray for Heaven, Donghua three hundred and seven years."

"Pray for the Kingdom of Heaven?" Which dynasty, even though he dropped out of high school and never went to university, he still knows the names of the dynasties of the past, Xia, Shang, Western Zhou, Eastern Zhou, Qin, Western Han, Xin, Eastern Han, Three Kingdoms, Western Jin, and Eastern Jin Sixteen Kingdoms , Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Song, Liao, Jin, Xixia, Yuan, Ming, and Qing, this kingdom of prayer, Donghua [-], is unheard of.Could it be that he traveled to an overhead era and learned so much history for nothing.Li Junyu held his forehead in pain, and asked again uncertainly, "Is it really Donghua [-]?"

"En." After saying this, Duanmuling saw his surprised jaws that were not closed from ear to ear, and reacted like this, maybe he really came from a different world, and he was full of praise for that peace and everyone is equal , The free world makes people a little cautious.

Li Junyu, who was in a different mood from him, learned that he came to a dynasty he had never heard of, and pestered Duanmu to talk about the cultural history of this world in detail.

This is a world where ghosts and human beings coexist. According to legend, thousands of years ago, ghosts were tyrannical for hundreds of years. In order to survive, human beings fought against them. For hundreds of years, blood flowed into rivers and corpses littered the fields, but the power of ghosts is far greater than that of chickens without hands Seeing that human beings are about to fail miserably, at this critical moment, a human being was inspired by God, obtained the power of God, and passed on its power to talented and intelligent people. The ghosts were forced to go to the northwest, and they dared not come out of the mountain easily.Since then, the descendants of this human being who has obtained the power of God have been responsible for protecting the safety of the earth and water in the yang world. They are honored as "Yang Mingsi". A person who is admired and admired by the world.

In addition to the uniquely blessed Yangming Division in Qitian Kingdom, there are also demon-eliminating families in other countries that are as famous as Yangming Division, the Hua family and Dongfang family in Chaoyun Kingdom, the Jiang family in Beiliang Kingdom, and the witches (name unknown) in Xixia Kingdom. ), they are all descendants who were personally taught by the first Yang Mingsi, and have been passed down to this day.As for the other demon extermination masters who were once brilliant, they either retreated into the arena, or sought another way out in order to earn a living in the world of mortals, so that there are very few demon extermination families left.

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Short story:

Duanmu: "Zhen, go fetch a basin of water."

Zhen: "Yes."

After a few minutes

Zhen: "The water is coming, uh, is the young master here?" Seeing Duanmu tearing Li Junyu's clothes, he watched calmly from the side.

Duanmu: "Well, this dress is really strange. It took a little effort to break it, and..." He picked up a red three-piece suit, hesitated a few times, and said to Chen, "This man is a molester. The trousers are so so, it opened my eyes.”

Zhen Xin: "Sect Leader, is it really okay for you to do this?"

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This is the second novel written by me. I decided to update it at 8 o'clock in the evening, and it is tentatively scheduled to be updated every other day. If the story is similar, it is purely accidental.