Waste Strong Foundation

It was neither a dream, but probably caused by those two volumes of wordless heavenly scripts that Yuan Yuan called "Taishibi".

Fei Mingqiu calmed down and asked in a low voice: "Shang Yuan, do they understand what you said we said? What is this? Time travel?"

Shang Yuan was observing his silver-red mechanical finger bones, and tried to make a few capture gestures.

Fei Mingqiu was about to ask again, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the villagers with yellow and emaciated faces lined up on both sides and made way for a path.

A well-built middle-aged man walked out of it, with phoenix eyes and a goatee beard, and sang loudly: "Where did you two come from?"

The woman who held the lantern for him was tall and tall, with a shiny and lush hair bun, and also scolded: "The grass thief took down Lin'an and went to Guangzhou in the south. Now Mr. Qian is in charge of Chuzhou by imperial decree, and the thieves will not be allowed to be presumptuous! Hurry up! Get out, or you two thieves will be caught and beaten to death!"

It's like watching a dubbed movie with simplified Chinese subtitles.

Fei Mingqiu listened to the Tang Yin in the middle ages, but he could roughly understand what the other side was saying.

He became more and more suspicious that this place was some kind of illusion created by "Taishibi", and it revealed strangeness everywhere.

Taishi pen.Two volumes of butterfly-bound ancient books without any text appeared out of thin air.

He couldn't tell the connection between the two for the time being, and vaguely felt that he had dragged Shang Yuan into something unlucky again, so he couldn't help sighing.

This sigh gently touched the cold and tense night.

Stranger dressed so strangely.Isn't it a Nanzhao person?

Especially the boy holding the cane, who is tall, but coquettish and sickly, like the lingering snow in the evening, the willow moon in the autumn pond, his eyebrows and eyes are gentle and not cold and arrogant.

But don't pity him!

When he let go of his tender and quiet face, I really don't know what fanaticism and stubbornness is inside.

The woman cherishes the young man the most, her heart trembles when she hears the sigh, recalls many poems, suspiciously raises the lantern and shines on Fei Mingqiu's face.

The villagers also stared at Shang Yuan fiercely, wondering if he was the private soldier of some adult in the court.

Twelve months of the year, there are tax collectors who come by boat to collect grain and pay silk. There are droughts and floods, and they encounter robbers and bandits.

Every family sells their sons and daughters, and the husband and wife run wildly without caring for each other.

After finally avoiding the rare locust plague blowing from Shandong in a century, the bastard named Huang Chao led tens of thousands of grass thieves to the south of the Yangtze River!

The villagers have lived in troubled times for a long time, and they haven't seen the princes and grandchildren who are full of peace for many years. The fire around them is shining, and they are in a daze for a while.

The middle-aged man seemed to be someone like Muramasa, with the most resolute heart. He clapped his hands and shouted:

"Quick, don't stand still, drive them out! If they refuse, they will be beaten to death and burned on the spot!"

The crowd responded in unison.

Some were waving wooden sticks, some were eager to turn the handles of kitchen knives, and children were also grabbing sand and stones full of hands.

Fei Mingqiu's eyes flicked across the faces of the villagers in the front row, and turned to look at the woman holding the lantern, "Mother, we are—"

Qin Niang was named, she cursed secretly at the good (cunning) gentleman, frowned and scolded him:

"Stop making relatives. If you want to stay overnight, go to the official search shop in front. Don't you see what time it is, the village does not accept outsiders."

Although these words are quite blunt, there is actually room for bargaining.

The night was vast, and there were no people as far as the eye could see, and wolves howled one after another.

Fei Mingqiu had no time to think about how what he said would sound to the villagers.

He thought that since the two sides could communicate, there would always be a chance to figure out what the hell Dijun's Taishi pen was, and there was no need for conflict at this time.

"Ma'am, we are—"

Who is it?

He paused, "It's a Han Chinese. Just now I was playing chess with him on the mountain, and we arrived here in the blink of an eye."

game.Is the common sense of ancient culture used correctly this time?Although both of them don't know how to play Go.

Shang Yuan: "..."

It was like beating the old master to death with fists, and stabbing Tang Ren's soft heart with a nonsense nonsense half-true lie.

Tang poems often refer to the Han and Tang Dynasties as the prosperous age, and use the historical events of the Han Dynasty as a metaphor for the rise and fall of this dynasty, but it is not enough to call themselves Han people.

What's more, when the warlords and soldiers from all sides are fighting, the people are afraid that the Tang Dynasty will be destroyed. How can they envy Liu Han 700 years ago.

When the villagers heard this, they looked at the appearance and demeanor of the two, and they were shocked. They discussed one after another: "Could it be that they are from the Eastern Han Dynasty who avoided the troubled times?"

There are many myths about ghosts and ghosts in troubled times, and of course illiterate farmers believe them.

Qin Niang turned her head to her husband Li Yin and said, "How about driving them to live in a ruined temple outside the village for one night? I saw them with bare hands—"

Li Yin shook his head, "There's Wang Xianzhi who killed a thousand swords in the north! Did you just spend two days in peace and forget the situation when Huang Chao's family almost starved to death when Huang Chao came to attack? The saint has mercy! The official received the imperial decree and ordered Each village prepares its own weapons, and if it sees a single grass army, it will kill them."

Qin Niang frowned and bit her lips to stop arguing, "Okay, everything is fine, it's up to you."

"Father, but they are not rebellious grass soldiers. I have never seen such cramped clothes, which are short everywhere, like beggars."

"'Li Xiaoxiucai' said yes. What is the official, come and beat one of my fifth sons, and quench his thirst with piss!"

"Kill what to kill, who is not raised by parents, who is not forced by the official to have nowhere to go, how can he fall into the grass and become a bandit!"

Speaking of familiar officials, the eyes of the villagers who had been exploited and enslaved by them flashed a little bit of anger and endless hostility.

Li Yin is the only scholar in the village, who can read and write. The petty officials who come to collect taxes on weekdays look at him highly, so he was elected as the village official.

It's a pity, how can an old scholar who hasn't read well speak up against a group of unrestrained peasants.

When Fei Mingqiu and Shang Yuan walked into the main room of Li Yin's house surrounded by villagers, they were still at a loss.

Is it because the ancient farmers were so hospitable?Or is it a problem with Dijun's Taishi pen?

Li Yin raised his hand to signal them to sit down, and took a set of tea bowls from the crumbling bookshelf, "How about mulberry leaf tea? There is no salt at home."

The tea that Tang people eat is like the milk tea that players line up to buy. The tea is filled with strange ingredients, and it is salty.

Fei Mingqiu recalled some legends about people who strayed into the illusion and ate the food inside and could never return home, so he said cautiously: "No."

Shang Yuan also had concerns, and said cooperatively: "Yes. We don't like to drink tea."

Li Yin snorted, "Are you two really Han people who are isolated from the world? You speak and act strangely."

Qin Niang said angrily: "I know you have grievances, let's drive them away tomorrow, it will be dawn in two hours."

The villagers were very supportive, laughing and saying yes, and advised their own village to do a good deed and stay a night with outsiders.

Dozens of people with knives and sticks crowded the inside and outside of the main room. Li Yin's youngest daughter woke up from a nightmare and lay on Qinniang's lap, wiping her tears while curiously asking Fei Mingqiu about the small square on her wrist. what a baby.

Dozens of eyes looked over at the same time.

This, how to explain this?

Are you saying that it is a torture device that binds the heart and the brain?Although it is true, it will be regarded as a neuropathy.

Fei Mingqiu coughed twice in embarrassment, and the hand on his knee accidentally touched Shang Yuan's mechanical finger bone——

The scalding temperature suddenly reached the dull brain along the fingers.

He suddenly remembered: Why not use supernatural powers?Who was the first to use [One thought, one answer] to control the mind?

The tea bowl fell to the ground with a clatter, and Gu Lulu turned to his feet.

Fei Mingqiu subconsciously glanced along the sound, and saw densely packed pupils in the brown tea bowl.

He jumped up with horror, shouting: "Shang Yuan!"

A scene that made him lose his ability to speak appeared.

The villagers were imitating his movements, men, women and children jumped together and shouted to the right: "Shang Yuan!"

And his Shang Yuan has the head of a tiger, and something pierces through the left side of his chest, exposing a complex mechanical heart.

What is this.

Fei Mingqiu tapped his forehead with his fingers, trying to wake himself up.

Li Yin, Qin Niang, and their couple's children immediately tapped their foreheads together, trying to get rid of the non-existent sleepiness and dizziness.

The person whose fingers were numb due to lack of sleep was Fei Mingqiu.

Fei Mingqiu bit his knuckles twice, tasted blood on the tip of his tongue, and barely held back the swear words that would be blocked directly.

What he saw could not be real, it must be an illusion brought by Taishibi, it must be.

Even though he thought so, when he caught the murderous look in Shang Yuan's golden-green tiger eyes, he was momentarily absent-minded.

In the laboratory, he once saved Shang Yuan's dog's life by feeding a tiger with his body. How dare Shang Yuan treat him like this——he should have thought so.

But he gave up the condescension to repay favors, and was stumbled by some kind of low-level emotions.

He hurriedly pushed aside the villagers blocking the way and jumped out of the window. He heard the muffled sound of many heads hitting the wall, and smelled the sweet cocoa fragrance.

That's too late.

Nearby and far away, a dilapidated farmhouse was lit with candlelight.

The domestic pig that broke into the backyard of the village and gnawed on the rotting carcasses belched viciously, while the yellow dog and the old cow were circling anxiously beside them.

There are no living people in this village, and the people who warmly entertain them in human skin are the livestock raised by the villagers before and various farm tools at hand.

This is neither absurd nor bizarre.

After all, that's what Tang Chuanqi wrote.

Fei Mingqiu was picked up by Shang Yuan's neck.

Unless he was standing on a high place, this was the first time he looked down at the other party from such a close distance.In the chaos of soldiers and horses, life and death are on the line.

fine.This is not the first time he has seen Shangyuan's tiger, even the enlightened beast squatting stupidly on Kunlun Mountain no less than five times.

Fei Mingqiu scolded Shang Yuan's family from the bottom of his heart—since it is known that Shang Yuan has no father or mother—then reached out and touched the tiger's ears.

Fluffy, soft and fluffy.

Like someone who lazily goes downstairs to tie a panda apron and cook for him.The premise is not to take the initiative to stop the drug and passively fall ill.

He was suddenly pinched by a silver-red mechanical hand, blurring his vision, "You said, don't kill me...Liar."

Another domestic pig flung off its crumpled human skin with corpse spots on all fours, and threw itself to bite Fei Mingqiu's ankle.

Fei Mingqiu clearly heard the panting of the pig, his feet went limp for a while, and for a moment he was so disgusted that he vowed not to eat pork in his next life.

He thought that it would be better to have his neck cut off and eaten by Shang Yuan than to die in the hands of a pig he had never met——

Shang Yuan carried Fei Mingqiu onto the roof, tilted his head and sniffed the tears in the corners of his eyes, and several times tightened his arms and buried his head in biting his neck and shoulders.

Ladies and gentlemen, these are not canine teeth of normal people, but canine teeth.

A real tiger tooth.

The kind of one child at a time.

Fei Mingqiu was able to bend and stretch, and immediately withdrew his vow, hoping not only to be a pig that he had never met before, but it would be best not to be killed by his old acquaintance Shang Yuan.

Anyone who wants to fall in love with Shang Yuan is an idiot.

--Depend on.

The author says:

[21.35 has been completed] Going home to work, the update is late, I will add a little bit later.