The Sword of Fast Time Traveling Xiumei GL

Only when there is destruction can there be new life, and only when there is loss can there be cherishment.

After the apocalypse, the climate of the world has become severe, many plants can no longer grow, and the land and high-rise buildings have a futuristic metallic feel.

Nan Huaimu and Mingdang would occasionally help take care of the plants and carry out artificial rainfall, but they couldn't do more. They couldn't defy the destiny.Even so, everyone is still very grateful to them.

It was Mo Xun and Rao Xiao who led the people of the world towards hope.

The conflict between the protagonists has been settled, and what the doomsday brought to them was just the seven-year itch. After that, everything went smoothly.

Nan Huaimu and Mingdang are free from disputes and live in the mint garden, just as Mingdang expected, watching the slightly dotted night sky at night, eating clean bread and wearing many flowery skirts during the day.

The days are simple and plain, but they are the most satisfying.

When Ming Dang was too old to move, Nan Huaimu told her: "No matter how long it takes, we will meet again and love each other."

Ming Dang's eyes were shining brightly, at this moment, she looked more like a child than before.

She nodded and ate the last round candy, a smile bloomed on her old face.

Nan Huaimu held her hand, and the two rings were tightly attached to each other.Then one of them couldn't lift his hand up again.

stop here.Nan Huaimu closed her eyes, returned to the reincarnation stone, and drew out her sword intent. After staying for a while, she dawdled on the reincarnation stone for a while, and finally cut off a corner of the reincarnation stone.

This corner was pinched into the palm of her hand, and then she fell directly into the small world.

It is snowing in the small world.

Nan Huaimu felt chills all over, standing on the street watching people coming and going.

A group of people wore mandarin jackets and long gowns, walking on the street, and occasionally saw two or three girls in fur and cotton jackets, stepping on the snow, talking with their companions about studying abroad.

The sky was gray, and a bright white light appeared in the distance, flickering and jumping.

Nan Huaimu rubbed his arms, and saw that he was wearing patched linen clothes, with a thin layer of rag cotton inside, which was melted by snow water, and it was sticking to one piece, sticking to the skin, it was miserable.

If you go on like this, you will get sick.

She didn't care too much, and looked around for a while, and saw a small stall selling steamed stuffed buns, and hurried over to order some hot food.

The owner of the stall was an old lady who seemed to know the original owner of Nan Huaimu's possession. She quickly brought up wontons and a small plate of pickled mustard. If you run out, you should be beaten again later."

Nan Huaimu swallowed the wonton and responded perfunctorily a few times.

After experiencing the food shortage in the last days, even the cabbage wontons made her feel so touched that she would breathe a sigh of relief after taking a bite.

Seeing that Nan Huaimu had no intention of chatting, the stall owner said a few more words and went into the back room.

Nan Huaimu sorted out his thoughts from the Qi Ling while eating.

This era was not long after the founding of the Republic of China, and the lower classes talked about the Qing Dynasty. Confucian scholars still missed the stereotyped imperial examinations, read the Four Books and Five Classics, went to restaurants to eat melon seeds and couplets all day long, married several wives|placed them at home, and made a table Hit the horse hanging.Capable people hold their guns tightly, enter the military academy, come out after a few years, and put on black and white police uniforms.

There is also a group of young masters and young ladies, whose family background is very good, but the future is uncertain, so they are sent overseas for further study. After returning, they wear western clothes that are looked down upon by their families, and talk about new ideas and new cultures with friends of similar age.

The script of this world is based on this group of people, there are no special protagonists and supporting roles, it is simply, like a documentary, describing the living environment of different groups of people.

Some of them were decadent, some were uplifting. During the long years of the Republic of China, some of them lived to the point of struggle, and some died in the marketplace.

The original owner Nan Huaimu possessed was the most powerless cannon fodder, and he would die within a few years.

The original owner's name is Nan Dahua. She was sent to a theater in Beiping to learn to sing since she was a child. She just appeared on stage once this year, and she sang "The Drunken Concubine". She played the role of a court lady. Yes, it is that he refuses to kneel when he should kneel, and his legs are weak when he should not kneel.

This kind of behavior - Master said, can only be beaten.

So he stepped off the stage and was beaten every day, his ass was bleeding, and he couldn't do it anymore, so he was thrown to the door in this cold winter month, with a basin of ice water on his head, and stood against the wall.

When will I learn to kneel and not kneel before I can go on stage again.

After Nan Huaimu finished understanding, he drank the wonton soup in the small white bowl in one gulp, touched his somewhat warm body, got up and said to the old lady, "I'll take this meal on credit first."

The old lady had nothing to say, she had seen all the little actors in this troupe since she was a child, even if she came here every day for nothing, she couldn't drive them away, so she quickly waved her hand and told Nan Huaimu to go back quickly Master admits his mistake.

Nan Huaimu nodded and went back to the gray-walled compound.

Relying on memory, I walked into my room. There were more than a dozen small beds lined up in the room. There was a man in the corner eating sweet potatoes. It seemed like it hadn't been washed for a long time, and when he saw Nan Huaimu, he was so frightened that he almost threw out the sweet potato in his hand.

"Dahua, why are you back?" She uttered a sound, and Nan Huaimu realized that it was a little girl.

"Come back when you're done."

"Oh." The man took another bite of the sweet potato, then broke off a piece, and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

Nan Huaimu said, "I just ate wontons, so I won't eat any more."

"Where did you get the wontons?" The man ate the small piece of sweet potato in his hand, "Grandma Liu's? You are too, [-]% of them didn't give you any money. Did you get a tip last time you were on stage?"

Nan Huaimu thought for a while, and it seemed that the original owner did get some money.

At that time, there was a troupe who came to watch the big show, and his subordinates were all little policemen in yellow clothes. After listening to it for a long time, they sat together and talked about contract compensation. In the tragic scene when Puyi abdicated in [-], he suddenly missed the emperor and queen mother so much that he sent everyone a big ocean of steel.

This steel coin is naturally precious, and the original owner secretly hid it under the pillow after returning, but it disappeared the next day.

The original owner was timid and didn't dare to make trouble. After all, he didn't sing well. He thought it was taken away by the master, but in fact, it was taken away by another little girl in this room.

Now it's Nan Huaimu, she definitely doesn't want to suffer, and she doesn't want to owe karmic debts and have anything to do with that little girl. She walked to the second small bed from the left in two steps, climbed up, and knocked on two beds I moved the cabinet at the head, and took out a yellowed cloth bag, which contained four or five yuan and some emerald beads. For the poor students in the class, it was a very rich income.

The little girl who ate sweet potatoes was startled, opened her mouth to reveal the mashed sweet potatoes inside, and said in shock: "You, what's the matter with you? You dare to touch Wu Yue's things? Let me tell you, I won't cover you up, I promise to tell the truth when she asks."

Nan Huaimu took the one that belonged to the original owner from the inside, threw away the steel coin in his hand, it was not light, and said to the little girl with a smile: "It doesn't matter."

Wu Yue is the best singer in the class, and Nan Dahua is the worst.When they were young, they both had a domineering temper, and both wanted to sing Xiaohuadan. When they met, they would scold and throw dirty water at each other, and they were often beaten by their master.

Later, when the two learned how to be good, they played intrigue in the big yard. The difference was that Wu Yue was full of stars all the way, and there were people who favored everything she did. The debunking debunking of words was almost beaten to death.

Nan Dahua died during the Northern Expedition. At that time, she sang an inappropriate script to an inappropriate person. She was regarded as a spy and shot to death.

Before she died, all she could think about was her unfinished drama.Nan Dahua didn't like to sing since she was a child, she was afraid of singing, but when she grew up, she found that the stage had melted into her flesh and blood, so she could only sing and keep singing, even dreaming about how to sing well Come.

Nan Huaimu didn't like to sing operas either. The immortals in the realm of comprehension were arrogant. Although they preached the equality of all beings, few cultivators would worship opera singers.

But now, she still has to sing.

Just now, she pried a piece of corner from the reincarnation stone, and after she touched it out, she realized that this thing also needs energy supply. If she wants to study the reincarnation stone, she has to pay tribute.She had already thrown all the energy in the spirit to this fragment of the reincarnation stone, and the remaining energy can only be realized by fulfilling the wish of the original owner.

She sat on the bed for a while, and the girl who ate sweet potatoes finished eating secretly, and threw the skin torn off the ground into the firewood basin to burn.

While burning, I chatted with Nan Huaimu: "I'm going to be on stage tomorrow, and I'm a little scared. You say I won't fall, but in fact, my legs are so weak right now that I can't stand upright at all."

Nan Huaimu thought about the memory of the original owner, and said, "No, at worst, I will be beaten up."

Sweet Potato Girl curled her lips: "I just don't want to be beaten, and I'm still counting on the monthly money this time to send my brother to study."

"Study money is quite expensive, and your family doesn't like your little money." Nan Huaimu said.

Sweet Potato Girl smiled: "You don't know, the Ming family recently opened a private elementary school, which only costs a little money a year, and the teachers all come back from overseas."

When Nan Huaimu heard the surname "Ming", he followed up and asked, "What's the situation with the Ming family?"

"You don't even know this? Now the richest family in Beiping is their family." The sweet potato girl burned everything up, fiddled with the tongs, and took the lid to put out the fire, "the third lady of the Ming family yelled about democracy and science." , so I set up this school. I heard that after a few years of study, there is something called a diploma, and you can make money wherever you go.”

Nan Huaimu made a gesture, because the energy of the weapon spirit gave the reincarnation stone fragments, and it was inconvenient for her to look up the information, so she continued to ask: "Do you know the names of the ladies of the Ming family?"

"It seems to be Mingrou and Minggong. I don't know the details. ——Why are you asking this?"

Nan Huaimu didn't care anymore when he heard that Ming Dang was not called, and smiled at Sweet Potato Girl, meditating on the bed.

She had just crossed her legs and was about to vent her breath, when there was a sudden commotion outside.

Sweet Potato Girl heard the voice, squatted down and peeked out the window, and called out in a low voice: "Oh, why did Wu Yue get into a fight with someone? She has to go on stage tomorrow."