Handsome old man Jian Xiu re-employment

The last time Chen Chaosheng saw anyone was the last time.

The dragon pattern on the bronze mirror is old and has been slightly peeled off, only a young man lying in a coffin is still reflected in the center of the mirror.

The coffin was made of high-quality mahogany, and I don't know what treatment was done, but there was no sign of decay at all.The corners of the eyes of the young man in the coffin were red, his white hair was hanging down his waist, and his white Taoist robe was worn so lazily that it was almost used as a mattress.

Chen Chaosheng looked at the young man in the mirror for a long time, first he felt that this was a person, then he felt a little familiar, and then he felt that this man had an excellent skin.After he took a few breaths of dry air in the tomb and sneezed, he realized that the handsome guy in the mirror was himself.

In the first year of Tianbao, he was born in a remote village in eastern China.The mother ran away early, and his father ran to the temple to pray to the gods and worship the Buddha, but the Buddha did not ask to move, but alarmed the wild ghosts hiding in the temple.Seeing that Chen Chaosheng was too skinny when he was a child, the wild ghost didn't want to eat him, but his father lost him and ran away.It happened that a Taoist passed by the place and saw that Chen Chaosheng had excellent aptitude, so he accepted him as his disciple and taught him swordsmanship.

Give the name "Chen Chaosheng".

Chen Chaosheng later turned into a young man of Zhilanyushu, and found a top-grade natal sword.For a time, everyone was envious.In that era of shining stars, he was the most qualified person to aspire to the Dao of Sword.

pity…

It's a pity that he is not very diligent.

When his elder brother of the Hehuan School was practicing the Hehuan Kungfu, Chen Chaosheng was fast asleep.When his master was fighting the old monster, Chen Chaosheng changed his position and continued to sleep.When his father died of old age, the whole clan went to his father's funeral. Thousands of his followers mourned for his father, and white silk fluttered for ten miles. It was very lively.Chen Chaosheng was also sleeping at that time.When he opened and closed his eyes, his father had been submerged in the loess for hundreds of years, and the emperor had changed several generations.

He has no big ambitions.Life eats and drinks, drinks and sleeps, that is a beautiful thing.What fame and fortune are you chasing after mediocrity, what illusory avenues are you chasing.When the emperor had to get up early to approve memorials, he was exhausted like a dead dog, and he had to have sex at night, and his life would be short after hearing it.To become a fairy, you have to listen to the prayers of the world. To put it bluntly, you are doing nothing.For Chen Chaosheng, it was too unrealistic.So even if Dao favored people like Chen Chaosheng, even if an emperor was willing to hand over a piece of land to Chen Chaosheng, Chen Chaosheng would not be promoted in the end, and of course he would not become an emperor.He is just an ordinary swordsman with good sword skills and not sociable.

Since he was fourteen years old, the joy of eating and drinking has become much less.Only sleeping is still so happy.

Chen Chaosheng upholds the life creed that "sleep is the most beautiful thing in life", and has been building his own mausoleum since he was 14 years old. If one day he can't think about it, he can go in and lie down. Make it bad as you want.To be honest, the emperor he admired the most was Emperor Qin. How visionary he was, he started to build his own mausoleum as soon as he ascended the throne. Some time later, I would also like to ask him for advice.

Chen Chaosheng was too lazy to calculate Fengshui, so he quietly built his own mausoleum on the mountain behind the Zongmen.To find him to go down the mountain to eliminate demons, you only need to send him a good bed or a good quilt. Although Chen Chaosheng usually doesn't go down the mountain, he doesn't even want to come out of his own cave, but in the past few hundred years, he has accumulated A lot of beds and quilts were neatly arranged in his tomb, so that there are a total of thirty large beds in his tomb.

He originally thought of changing a bed to sleep in every year. It is said that some of the top inns for mortals have quite a few big beds.He, Chen Chaosheng, could enjoy it like this without leaving home.But he seemed to be thinking too much.In these hundreds of years, Chen Chaosheng never woke up at all, at most he babbled two or three sentences in his sleep, and had two or three dreams. He dreamed that the gods grabbed his collar and asked him why he didn't practice ascension. He was really sleepy at that time , and let the Taoist gentleman carry it, he was carried and fell asleep, leaving a dark water mark on his cuff.

After that, he never dreamed again.

Chen Chaosheng was thinking dizzily, his limbs were still a little weak due to the long period of sleep.He supported the coffin and stepped on the ground.

There is no sunlight in the mausoleum, only mermaid candles are burning silently, shedding a few drops of dark candle tears.According to a few grains of dark gray dust.

This time it seems that I have slept for too long.

When Chen Chaosheng opened his eyes again, he had the illusion of a lifetime away.

He reached out and touched the natal sword that was originally hanging on his waist.

The waist is empty, and the natal sword has gone to nowhere.Chen Chaosheng sighed, he didn't intend to go out, but now he must go out to find the sword.

A sword cultivator who has lost his sword is like a bastard without a shell, which is unsound.

Walking in the empty corridor, he vaguely sensed that there were people walking up and down repeatedly.There were landscape paintings hanging in the corridor, which would have passed out to any artist with any common sense.

Chen Chaosheng just walked over indifferently, and carefully closed his Taoist robe.

It will be troublesome if it gets dusty.Chen Chaosheng didn't like washing clothes.

He yawned slowly, and the bright red birthmark between his eyebrows became more and more scorching.When he reached the end of the corridor, the candles were burning brighter, and some fresh air flowed in, mixed with the fragrance of earth, and an inexplicable burning smell—it seemed like something was burning, People smell it and think of lung cancer.

At the end of the long corridor is a carved door with immortals painted on it, and more than a dozen charms are densely pasted behind the door, all of which are for Chen Chaosheng to prevent others from entering.There are also a few thousand catties of Tashan jade, which are used to guard against master and brother, and there is a lot of dust on it.

Chen Chaosheng blew lightly, and the dust swirled around one after another.His slender fingers touched the Tashan jade, and saw that the surface of the Tashan jade shone brightly. Chen Chaosheng was lifting his foot forward, but it remained motionless.

"Zhuo." Chen Chaosheng said the first thing he said when he woke up.

He seems to have forgotten something.

That is, if his master can't move it, then he can't move it either.

In other words, he seemed to shut himself up.

"I'm Zhuo." Chen Chaosheng kicked hard.

"It hurts." He took a breath, sat down on his mountain jade, twisted his old muscles, then stretched out his hand and hit his mountain jade hard and hard.

"If you hit me, I'll hit you too." Chen Chaosheng glared at him, "Do you know that you can't hit Master? You have to hit your master's senior brother, or else I'll throw you into the latrine."

At this moment, Chen Chaosheng felt that he had regained some face, got up again, and looked at his mountain jade for a while: "Jia Baoyu is also a stone. Once he passed away, it will become a story of stone. I am in a dream. But after reading it several times, I think it happened after I fell asleep."

"You have lived with me for such a long time, why haven't you written a famous book?" Chen Chaosheng asked with his arms around his chest.

His voice was still a little hoarse, and it sounded lazy, with a rising tone.

His mountain jade remained motionless in the long candlelight, with clear texture.

Chen Chaosheng sighed again, and turned his head to look for the weak spot in the wall of the mausoleum.

However, he saw that the other mountain jade shone with a little bit of fluorescence, and a line of petite characters appeared on the crystal clear stone surface.

"The handsome old man Jianxiu is re-employed."

"A lingering love story without a single word."

The 21-year-old swordsman Chen Chaosheng stepped into the Chinese society of the [-]st century.

The author says:

orz my writing habits are like this.Because I read a book by a Russian recently, I can’t change my tune orz