Snow comes again in the winter solstice in the Snake Mountain. Thousands of people are driven by the army to search the peaks one by one. Zhu Kang, who may be auspicious, wears straw sandals and steps on the snow with one foot deep and one shallow. Sweep around with a wooden stick and search carefully. If you can't find the auspicious cross, you will probably freeze to death in the mountains, and the Zhu family will be extinct. "Master Sun has taken over the family land. If this generation continues, the next generation will also be extinct." ! Why do you have to suffer this fate when you are a destitute person? It is better to fight to the death happily..."
After thinking about this, Zhu Kang looked at the army at the foot of the mountain and Minzhuang, who was shot to death while trying to escape. He could only curse in his heart, "The Dog Emperor!"
The cold wind blew, and Zhu Kang's thin clothes turned purple from the cold. He took a breath with a wooden stick and grabbed two handfuls of snow to satisfy his hunger. He continued to mechanically lift his feet and set down. Perhaps he had been hungry for too long. An illusory light appeared in front of his eyes, and then The world was spinning like a dream, as if I had stepped on something soft, white and fat. "Ah!"
The guide said that the children screamed in pain, and Zhu Kang felt that he was flying again. Zhu Kang shook his head hard, dispelling the dizziness and regaining consciousness. There were muddy footprints on Bai Luobo's face, and he straightened his teeth and said angrily, "Children, don't act nonsense."
A voice as gentle as the spring breeze came. The red-blooded Zhu Kang, who had his feet tied up, looked over and saw that under the pavilion not far away, he greeted enthusiastically, "Poverty Dao Yi, where are you from, a layman?"
Coming from Paoshantun, my name is Zhu Kang."
Zhu Kang woke up from his confusion and saw the appearance of a Lingshen doll. He was ranked eighth in the family. His family had no money and no land, and even his wife had no money. tasty…"
"A poor man doesn't know how to eat people."
Zhou Yi pointed a finger, and the magic power swept over Zhu Kang's body, and the hidden frostbite healed. "This is Kunshan. There are few outsiders coming. You can stay for a while, or you can choose to leave immediately."
I was practicing in Kunshan for a year, but I made a huge noise when I left. I completed the mission of rectifying my name, but it also caused a lot of obstacles, so Zhou Yi lost interest in enlightening mortals. "Kun?"
Zhu Kangran said: "There really is Kunshan in the world. Wasn't it made up by the storyteller?"
Zhou Yi called Zhu Kang to sit down and said with a smile: "Can the layman tell me how they make up Kun?"
"Mr. Storyteller..."
Just as Zhu Kang was about to speak, his stomach rumbled like thunder, "But it's just a poor thing. He's talking while eating."
Zhou Yi waved his hand, and the stone table was covered with dishes, all of which were rare delicacies in the world. "Thank you, Taoist Priest, and thank you, the immortal!"
Zhu Kang was already hungry, and he didn't care about being in awe of the immortal. He ate and drank to appease his stomach, and said: "Most of the stories told by Mr. Storyteller came from his return from Kunshan to study arts. Since there is no land at home, Zhu Kang can still have a full meal during the busy farming period. When I was young, I went to work in the county town. Most of the time I couldn't find any work, so I squatted in front of the guest restaurant and begged for food. I listened to many stories in the story "Kunshan became the origin of the protagonist in the story."
Zhou Yi heard this with interest and asked again: "I have been in seclusion for a long time. I wonder what year it is now?"
"Now is the twelve years of eternity."
Zhu Kang put down his rice bowl, knelt on the ground, and begged: "Immortal, can you always live here, serve tea, pour water, plow the fields, and do all the work, as long as you have a mouth to eat?"
"You can only stay a year at most."
Zhou Yi said: "Pindao will give you some gold and silver when you leave. You will have nothing to worry about when you go out."
Zhu Kang shook his head and said: "I don't dare to ask for it. The people in the neighboring village dug up gold in their fields and let bandits kill the whole family the next day!
Zhou Yi frowned slightly: "Is it very chaotic outside now?"
"The emperor said that the world is very peaceful, but I heard that there are wars and disasters in many places, and life is difficult everywhere."
Zhu Kang was a real low-class citizen. He didn't know a word about Chinese characters. His evaluation of the court or the emperor was that life was easy or hard. It's not clear what bad things the emperor or court did. The only thing he could touch was corruption. Zhou Yi did not continue to ask further questions. He pressed his palm on Zhu Kang's forehead and directly read his soul from the memory corners that Zhu Kang could not remember. He saw the shocked diners talking and talking, and roughly pieced together the changes that had taken place in Jiading during the past hundred years of Qing Dynasty. The emperor was diligent in governing, but Emperor Taishi lived too long and caused too much damage. Before the revival, Zhongdao was followed by two mediocre emperors. Now Emperor Yongyan is said to be like his ancestor. It is a pity that he has not learned martial arts and a strong army. The immortal sought immortality and consecrated seven or eight Buddhist and Taoist masters as national preceptors. "It has been two hundred years since the establishment of the Qing Dynasty, and the hidden dangers caused by it cannot be contained. It is now the end of the dynasty!"
Zhou Yi sighed slightly, having become somewhat accustomed to this. After three generations since Fengyang Kingdom, he had already seen through the rise and fall of dynasties. When he ended the soul search technique, he left some soul power in Zhu Kang's soul. Zhu Kang only felt that the soul Sensitive and clear, I can clearly see every detail of my experience in the past twenty years. The words I had learned and then forgotten are now remembered in my mind as soon as I think about it, "Thank you, immortal!"
"In the next year, you can take care of the spiritual field with Tong'er. When you are free, you can go to the library to study. Zhou Yichen said for a moment: "I can't keep you for a long time, nor can I teach you the magic of immortality, but I can teach you the skill of eating. When you go out, you won't starve to death. Zhu Kang heard this and bowed repeatedly: "Thanks to the immortal's guidance, the Zhu family will worship the Book of Changes from generation to generation. Weiwei pointed to the library and said, "This method is stored in the nineteenth floor of the third floor of the No. 7 bookshelf. The book, the poor Taoist can only make a slight guess. You still need to understand how to make it specifically. "The disciple will definitely live up to the expectations of the immortal!"
Zhu Kang didn't know what he was going to learn. According to the development of the story in the story, he speculated that it should be the secret recipe of a long-lost immortal. After leaving the mountain, he relied on the secret recipe to make a fortune. After eating and drinking enough, Zhu Kang went back to his house to sleep and hoeed most of the world. Knowing that the big white radish is the essence of ten thousand years of spiritual ginseng, I went to the library for a few days in the afternoon and took out a book from the bookshelf as the immortal said. There was no text on the cover but a strange picture: "It looks like a spinning wheel? With a workshop." It’s a little different from what I’ve seen.”
When Zhu Kang was working in the county town, he would go wherever there was a shortage of people. The spinning wheels he had seen were all the same. When he opened the book, there were pictures on each page with text notes next to them. Because he had been enlightened by the immortal yesterday, he could recognize most of the words in the book. The immortal asked me to create this thing, there must be a deep meaning!"
About two months later, Zhu Kang discovered that he had an extraordinary memory and a talent for doing things. He quickly built a new spinning wheel. After testing, the effectiveness increased ten times. Zhou Yi nodded with satisfaction: "Those who are destined to enter Kunming are indeed extraordinary. Zhu Kang once again received the guidance of the immortal and went to the library to get an unknown book. The picture on the cover was even more strange: a big boiling teapot!
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
