Guan Luoyang is twenty-four years old this year.
He originally lived in the 21st century, but six years ago, during his morning jog, he suddenly traveled to the end of the Qing Dynasty.
When Ru Meng first woke up, he had already passed through more than a hundred years.
Here, it is an era when blue waves rise one after another and the world is destroyed. It is also an era when the stars are shining brightly and the red sun is about to rise.
Although the giant waves that rocked the whole world had not yet shown their fangs and climbed to the darkest period, the various undercurrents were enough to be called magnificent.
It's a pity that Guan Luoyang doesn't have much, and he hasn't done much in the past six years.
To be precise, there are only two types of things he has done in the past six years.
The first category is exercise.
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In the wilderness a few miles outside the city, where a gurgling stream flows, three adobe houses and two thatched houses stand there.
A room at the edge is a firewood house. Inside the house is dried firewood, and outside the house are tree trunks and branches that are drying or have not yet been split.
A hatchet was nailed diagonally on a wooden pier, reflecting the setting sun.
From inside the house next to the woodshed, dogs barking could be heard from time to time.
Guan Luoyang, who was dressed in blue cloth and had short ear-length hair, was sitting in this room.
There was a row of wooden stakes nailed inside the house, and a dog was tied to each of seven wooden stakes.
The skeletons of these dogs are not small, almost as tall as calves, but they are all thin, with droopy fur, large eyes, and extremely fierce.
Dogs in the countryside are actually a bit afraid of people. As long as people act aggressively or bend down to pick up stones, the dogs will cower and run away.
But these days, there are dead people everywhere, on the roadside and in mass graves. Some of them were just thrown into the pit before they even died.
These wild dogs survive by eating people. Sometimes they dare to pounce on people they see passing by, nibbling on the warm blood and meat.
Each of the ropes that tied the seven wild dogs allowed them to come within half a foot of Guan Luoyang.
The stench of the wild dogs, the irritating barks, the yellow-haired orangutan's fangs, and the bloodshot eyes of the dogs were all right before our eyes.
Hungry vicious dogs, if several of them bite together, they can cut a large living person into pieces.
Even if they know that they will not be bitten, when such a beast jumps in front of them, most people will inevitably make subconscious movements to dodge and lean back.
What's more, compared with the deafening barking of the dog and the crazy flapping, the wooden stakes used as safety protection kept shaking and seemed not stable at all.
Guan Luoyang just sat quietly with his eyelids drooped, leaving only a glimmer of his eyes to look at these vicious dogs without any emotion on his face.
I don't know how long it took, Tian Gongyu walked into the room with a bamboo stick in his hand and stood behind Guan Luoyang.
After standing for half a quarter of an hour, he said: "Today's training ends here."
Guan Luoyang responded and raised his eyelids, but his body still did not move.
Sure enough, Tian Gongyu asked again: "Since I came in until now, how many times has the first dog on the right pounced on you?"
Guan Luoyang replied without thinking: "Seven times."
"How many times did the third dog on the left pounce?"
"twice."
"How many times did the seven dogs bark in total?"
Guan Luoyang didn't hesitate for more than a second: "One hundred and thirteen times."
Tian Gongyu asked again: "How many times did I knock the bamboo stick?"
Guan Luoyang: "Four times."
Tian Gongyu nodded: "Your concentration and ear skills have been trained well.
So since you entered this room today, how many times have I swung my knife in the woodshed? "
"Huh?" Guan Luoyang thought for a while, "Sixty-nine times."
Tian Gongyu said: "Wrong, I chopped wood sixty-nine times, but I also chopped a fly, and I swung the knife seventy times."
"Does this count?"
Guan Luoyang finally stood up and turned to look at the old man he had known for six years.
Tian Gongyu is a head shorter than Guan Luoyang. He looks to be in his fifties. His beard and hair are gray, but he is very energetic, with a steady posture and a straight back.
In recent years, the Manchu and Qing courts have become increasingly unable to control the people. Not to mention the money rat tail, there are too many young people who follow the example of Westerners with short hair.
Tian Gongyu's previously shaved hair grew back, and he didn't bother to take care of it. He simply waited until it grew to a certain length and braided it into the original braid.
His hairline is low, his forehead is full, his hair is tightly pulled back, and a long braid is coiled around his neck, which makes him look even more lean.
"Why doesn't it count? Even if you couldn't hear the sound of my sword swing, you should have noticed that that annoying fly disappeared."
Although Tian Gongyu said that Guan Luoyang made a mistake, he actually showed some smile and praised, "Practice martial arts without practicing martial arts, and you will be in vain in the end; practice martial arts without practicing courage, and you will be completely ruined in battle.
It took you six years to practice to this level, and you are actually ready to become a master. I remember that six years ago, a dog could scare you so much that you would hide and hide. Now it is really different. "
Guan Luoyang glanced at the wild dogs, shook his head and said: "After all, I have seen human blood more than once. If you are still afraid of dogs, it is really unreasonable."
"but……"
Guan Luoyang suddenly laughed, stepped forward and put his arms around the old man's shoulders, and said, "Where does the idea of becoming a master come from? Aren't you still not allowing me to call you master, can I only call you Uncle Tian?"
Tian Gongyu crossed his bamboo stick and separated him: "There are no rules or regulations. If you were a serious master and disciple, just for your behavior just now, I would punish you by missing half a bowl of rice today."
"Okay, okay, I can already smell the aroma of the food. Let's go eat quickly. I still have work to do in the evening."
Guan Luoyang and the old man walked out of the door and closed the door.
On the dinner table, there is a large bowl of stewed meat, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of scrambled eggs.
Although the seasoning is very monotonous, Tian Gongyu's cooking skills are good, and Guan Luoyang consumes a lot of energy in practicing every day, so the food is delicious.
Tian Gongyu only ate two bowls of rice. He put down his chopsticks first and poured half a bowl of hot water over. He took a sip and asked, "Where are you going tonight?"
Guan Luoyang swallowed his rice, with green vegetables still on his chopsticks: "This is due west, outside the Shiqili Mountain Forest, on Diancheng East Street."
Tian Gongyu glanced at the sky outside the door. The sun had set and the sky was getting darker: "Tonight, the moonlight may not be too bright. It will be difficult to walk into the woods in the dark."
Guan Luoyang replied vaguely: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, so it's convenient to do it. You should be back at noon tomorrow at the latest. Your waist is not very good, so keep the firewood and I will send it to the city in the afternoon."
Tian Gongyu stared at him for a while: "Send firewood to Shopkeeper Wang's inn, and you get paid every time. You do that job, but no one gives you money. Don't you feel tired of it?"
"I am happy that money cannot buy."
Guan Luoyang put down the empty bowl, smiled, got up, packed up the dishes and went to wash them.
Tian Gongyu drained the water in the bowl. When Guan Luoyang went to wash the dishes, he got up and got the kerosene lamp. After lighting it, he put it on the corner of the table.
After fetching water from the stream and washing the dishes, Guan Luoyang heated up hot water for the old man to wash his face and soak his feet.
After all the work was finished, Tian Gongyu went to bed. Guan Luoyang turned around and went into his room to change clothes. He took a knife and a mask, went to the main room and put out the kerosene lamp.
The room became dark and the two doors were closed.
Guan Luoyang walked towards the forest and looked up.
The sparse starlight hung in the dark night, and there was really no moon.
After crossing the creek, he put on the dark green mask.
In the past six years, apart from the daily life of eating, drinking, shitting and sleeping, there were only two types of things Guan Luoyang did.
The first category is martial arts training.
The second category is murder.
