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There was the sound of stones falling beside his ears, and the dust and debris fell into his eyes, which was jerky and painful, but it was far less painful than his heart. The warm body covered him, and Jiang Linhuai opened his eyes vigorously, but In the darkness and haze, he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only feel the sticky hot blood dripping down his cheeks, as if it would never stop.

No one expected that Zhao Bing would be careful and leave some explosives outside the warehouse. At the moment when the TNT exploded, Lu Xun rushed him, and the whole house collapsed, a broken ceiling, It just hit Lu Xun's upper body.

"Ah Xun, Ah Xun, hold on!" Jiang Linhuai frantically tried to block his wound, but he couldn't stop the bleeding from the wound.

"I...it's fine..." In the darkness, Lu Xun seemed to smile with the corners of his mouth up, and then clasped his five fingers together, "Don't be afraid..."

Jiang Linhuai was taken aback for a moment, but he could not recall those dark and gloomy memories that were lurking in the depths of his memory.

"I'm not afraid, as long as you don't leave me, I'm not afraid of anything." His tears rolled down suddenly, he raised his head and covered the corners of Lu Xun's lips.

In the darkness, Lu Xun heard a sentence before he passed out.

"Lu Xun, if you die, I won't live either."

……

Jiang Linhuai woke up from a long and dreary sleep. He heard a woman shouting outside: "Mr. Jiang, I dug sweet potatoes from the ground a few days ago and sent you a few pieces."

Jiang Linhuai got up from the bed, put on the clogs placed in front of the bed unaccustomed, opened the door, and the sun shone in. Outside stood a woman in a coarse dress, holding a basket in her hand, looking When he came out, he smiled, then lowered his head, blushing a little on his cheeks: "I also cooked some mung bean soup, I don't know if you like sweet food, and there is no sugar."

Jiang Linhuai said, "Thank you Miss Axiu."

Axiu hurriedly said: "Just call me Axiu, Axiu is just a peasant girl, how can she be a young lady?"

Jiang Linhuai had no choice but to change his words: "Thank you Miss Axiu."

Axiu looked at him shyly again. After Jiang Linhuai looked back, she turned around and left like a frightened little white rabbit: "I still have to go to the river to wash clothes, Mr. Jiang, I'll go first."

Jiang Linhuai didn't have time to talk to her, so he broke open the slightly hot sweet potato and started to eat it. He felt empty in his stomach, and he hadn't eaten all day today, just because the scholar's house was really barren, and even the rice jar was empty. of.

It has been several days since he woke up. At first he thought it was a dream, but he was buried in an explosion the moment before, and when he opened his eyes, he was in an antique mud house.

Later, when he walked out of the room and asked someone to ask, he realized that he had traveled through time. He didn't know which dynasty he had timed into. Anyway, there was no dynasty in official history, and he had never read novels.

This place is called Hongluo Village. It is located at the junction of Yanzhou and Yangzhou. There are only a dozen families. Although it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, there are no special products. The villagers here are very poor. They are very kind and united, and they will help any household in trouble.

For example, Jiang Xiucai accidentally fell in the mountains a few days ago, and lost his memory as a result. The villagers enthusiastically contributed their little food.

The predecessor of Jiang Linhuai's body was Jiang Yilang. He had no father or mother. He was picked up from the mountains by an old man in Hongluo Village. The old man was the only literate person in the village. He got sick and left Jiang Yilang alone. Fortunately, the villagers were friendly. One family was a bit of a supporter, and the other family helped. Jiang Yilang grew up to 13 years old, and then passed the examination of a scholar, but he did not forget Hongluo People in the village, he taught children in the village to read while reading.

It's strange to say that this Jiang Yilang's appearance is nine points similar to Jiang Linhuai's, and the remaining one point is because this Jiang Xiucai is really too thin and has no flesh on his cheeks.

After Jiang Linhuai ate the two pieces of sweet potatoes, he felt that his stomach was half full, so he didn't drink the bowl of mung bean soup again. He frowned and sat on the stone bench, worried about Lu Xun's injury in his heart. Everything is more depressing than swallowing a fly, full of powerlessness and depression.

While she was thinking, that Xiu Niang ran back just now, her face was full of panic: "Mr. Jiang, the monsters of the Chongyou Sect are coming this way, tell the people in the village quickly, let them run away!"

Jiang Linhuai asked in surprise, "What is Chongyou Palace?"

"It's too late to explain!" Xiu Niang didn't know where the courage came from, but she grabbed him and ran outside.

Although Jiang Linhuai was thinner, he was a man after all, so he was stronger than Xiuniang. After running a few steps, he took Xiuniang to the other side of the village.

"Uncle Li, Aunt Li, the people who practice Youyou Sect are here!"

"Second Master! Let's go! The people of Youjiao are here!"

There was a lot of chaos in the village, but everyone was very used to this kind of life, so they quickly packed their packed luggage and ran to the other side of the cliff.

"Bitch, where's my bastard, who saw my bastard!" A lady with half-haired hair stumbled back and ran back, "My good grandson is still out to play, I'm going to find him!"

"Aunt Li, you can't go back!" Several villagers in Hongluo Village held her tightly.

"My bastard is only seven years old, he is only seven years old, my old woman is 70 years old, she is not afraid of death!" Aunt Li's face was full of tears.

"Don't worry, ma'am, I'll get you the bastard!" The village head's son stood up, and this honest young man was full of fortitude.

Aunt Li was taken aback, then quickly shook her head and said, "Ma'am knows you are a good boy, but you can't—"

The old village chief was taken aback, with a look of confusion and relief on his face, he interrupted Aunt Li's words: "Zhuzi, you go, be careful, and bring Er Dan back safely!"

The pillar nodded and was about to set off when Lin Huai who was at the side suddenly said, "I'll go with you."

Zhu Zi hurriedly said: "Sir, you can't go, the children in the village depend on you—"

Jiang Linhuai said: "I have amnesia, and I can't remember any literary poems."

Zhuzi: "...that can't go, you are so thin—"

Jiang Linhuai looked determined, and the people in the village couldn't stop him, so they had to hide in the cave and watched Jiang Linhuai and Zhuzi disappear at the entrance of the cave.

Jiang Linhuai took off the clogs that got in the way, and he didn't know why Jiang Yilang liked to wear these flip-flop-like shoes so much. The mountain road was rough and his feet were cramped, so he directly pulled two pieces of cloth shirts and wrapped them around the soles of his feet.

Zhu Zi looked at him with admiration: "Sir, you are really smart, the sound of walking is much quieter like this!"

Jiang Linhuai: "..."

Following a small road in the back mountain, I went around to the village pond, but I didn't see Erdan, but with sharp eyes, I saw the half butt hanging on the locust tree: "Sir, it's on the tree."

But before they could rush forward to take him down, a group of men in black clothes with black hats and swords around their waists came on horseback, and immediately found people hiding behind the wall.

"Come out!" The voice was indescribably sinister.

Jiang Linhuai and Zhuzi immediately raised their legs and ran away, but one of them flew into the air immediately, and a long whip in his hand wrapped around Jiang Linhuai's neck, and Jiang Linhuai's whole body immediately fell backwards. on the ground.

Jiang Linhuai was able to catch his breath, but he was whipped a few times. He sighed in his heart, and it seemed that he couldn't escape.

He and Zhu Zi were stuffed into an ox cart that was made into a prison, and there were four or five people inside, with disheveled faces and terrified eyes, it seemed that they were destined to be with them.

Erdan nestled in his arms, sobbing softly, he didn't dare to cry, for fear that he would be beaten if he cried.

The mountains are beautiful, and the black pine trees are like endless waves. A dangerous peak stands out among them, and the cliff seems to be split by a sky blade.

The road up the mountain was rough and difficult, and seven or eight people were arrested. Although they were unarmed civilians, fortunately, they usually had to do farm work, so they didn't feel tired. No breathing, only Jiang Linhuai, unable to lift his hands, unable to resist his shoulders, a frail scholar, after climbing to the top of the mountain, he almost didn't go down for half his life.

But before he could catch his breath, several congregants imprisoned them in a cell.

"Why are there so few people?" A congregation frowned and said, "Nowadays, there is a shortage of medicine practitioners in the church. There are only a few people. If Elder Gong is not happy, what should we do if we go to test the medicine?"

"Recently, Shaolin and Wudang sects gathered other sects to patrol the nearby towns and villages. We even killed two people, and managed to escape." The man with the whip said.

Jiang Linhuai asked Zhuzi in a low voice: "What is the origin of this Chongyou sect?"

Zhuzi replied with an expression that my life was over: "Chongyou sect is the number one demon sect in Jianghu. They kill people and set fires. They do all kinds of evil. The people in their sect are good at using poison. They often arrest innocent people and test them for medicine. You can still live for two or three years, if you are unlucky, you can’t survive for two or three days.”

A strange thought flashed in Jiang Linhuai's mind.

He asked, "What is the name of the leader of Chongyou Sect?"

Zhu Zi shook his head: "How can we know the name of the leader? When I entered the city before, I heard people say it was called Mozun."