Yingchuan County, Yangzhai County.
When Bai Wuxian woke up, he was lying on the thatched bed of his home on the outskirts of the city.
"Who am I?" Where am I? What am I going to do? ”
"Oh, my name is Bai Wu disaster, and my mother hopes that I am not sick or disaster-
"I crossed? No, but why is my memory so lackluster? Yes, I was an idiot before, a blank piece of paper. ”
"So what's in my head right now?" It's not a Great Wei Dynasty thing at all? ”
"The bottom line is that I'm not stupid!"
After several rounds of self-questioning and self-answering, Bai Wuxian remembered that someone seemed to have pried open his Heavenly Spirit Cover and poured boiling water into it.
It hurts, like a hemorrhoid surgery just sutured but suddenly upset stomach, a kind of tingling sensation of breaking glass pierces the brain!
Some strange content that did not belong to him or even to this world poured into Bai Wuhao's mind like a load.
He felt loading in his head...
Bai Wuxian was often beaten, but this was the first time he had been knocked unconscious.
"Three days? What does three days mean? I was confused just now, as if I heard someone say this number. ”
Bai Wuxian sat up with difficulty and looked at the small black room with mud walls on the four walls of the family, which was both familiar and strange.
"This is my family, but if I want to rephrase it, it is a poor family in feudal society, very poor."
"How poor is it?" If I open my money box, there must be a seal on it, which reads 404! ”
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Before Bai Wuxian fainted, a very big thing happened in Yang Zhai City, and the incident was probably like this.
In the morning, two hours after the city gates were opened, twenty protectors suddenly appeared.
They were lined up on either side of the city gate, their faces grim, all locked in armor and robes, and swords in their hands.
A red-robed man with a double sword paced back, although he was waiting for someone, he was like a warrior who called out before the pass.
The city gates were martial law based on the uncontrollable murderous spirit on their faces, and the people did not dare to enter or leave for a while.
The city gate officials who belonged to the Taishou Mansion hid in the corner of the wall, looking at the many guards, and the three words circulated infinitely in their minds: Can't afford to provoke...
Suddenly there was a fog at the city gate, and the sound of heavy shackles came from far and near, but it was a little chaotic.
Like being misled by navigation: the road ahead is congested... Uh, it seems that there is not, please turn around ahead...
Go straight, forget it, you can watch it yourself...
Compared with the windswept city gate, the Tianxiang Street storytelling yard is very lively.
Mr. Storyteller carried the mouth of the shower head and told the story of the white-clothed sword immortal Li Duanbai in a loud voice.
He was new to the city, but he was popular.
On the periphery, the white plague of torn clothes shoes was listening carefully.
He was seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had an expression of not weaning + forgetting to take medicine when he went out, and from time to time he sucked back half of the snot that flowed out.
At this moment, a clumsy young man maliciously drew his clumsily cut broken wooden sword from Bai Wuhao's waist.
"White fool, listening to it very strongly, and wondering why you should be a sword fairy?"
Bai Wuxian hurriedly turned back and covered the waistband of his pants: "You returned my sword, and the last time you went back, it made you step on it." ”
"You give me a nod, and I'll pay you back." The young man raised an eyebrow and looked at Bai Wuhao.
"I don't kowtow, last time you took advantage of my prostration to pee on the back of my head, I was scolded by my mother, saying that I was complaining."
Bai Wuxian sucked on his nose, thinking that he had not been deceived this time, it was really smart.
"I didn't pee today, so you can rest assured."
"Really?"
"That's not it."
Bai Wuxian tightened his trouser belt, looked at the wooden sword in the hands of the young man, and was about to kneel down as soon as he gritted his teeth.
But at the moment when his knees were about to hit the ground, there was a roar, and the skull was slapped hard.
Then came the words: "Let you stumble and you stumble?" Do you have cerebral hemorrhage or hypochondriasis? ”
"What is cerebral hemorrhage?" What is hypochondriasis? Before he could figure it out, Bai Wuxian fainted and fell to the ground.
When the young man saw this, he was frightened, and the wooden sword in his hand slipped to the ground.
"Killed!" The young man shouted, turned and ran.
The one who was stunned was a prisoner with heavy shackles on his hands and feet, and the noise just now came from these shackles.
The prisoner was originally escorted by a twenty-member escort team of the Metropolitan Guards, just passing through the storytelling yard.
No one expected him to suddenly do something to a common man.
All the guards hurried forward and struggled to grab the prisoner's arm, for fear of making another incident.
The red-robed General squatted down, put two fingers on the white disaster-free person, and felt the snort before he breathed a sigh of relief.
He stood up and looked around at the people: "This boy has been knocked unconscious, who knows him, there is Labor to send home." ”
Subsequently, the protectors of the capital escorted the prisoners and continued to walk in the direction of the Yingchuan Capital Protectorate, and did not dare to relax again.
When the protectors of the capital went far, the onlookers gradually dared to whisper.
"So many people escort a prisoner, how big a deal has this prisoner caused?"
"I can't see it, and the appearance of the five protectors of our Yingchuan River together is enough to explain the big problem." Besides, more than twenty of them came back? ”
"This baby has been beaten again, why is it him every time?" They all say that a fool has a fool's fortune, but why doesn't he? Prisoners passing by will beat him..."
"Come and come, whoever knows his house, send it back, alas..."
This is the scene when Bai Wuxian woke up.
Hearing that Bai Wuxian woke up, his mother went into the house to take a look, found that it was not a big problem, and then began to nag.
"Why did you let a prisoner beat you up?" Those who don't know think you've been beaten.
If you have a good villain, why do you let the old lady live in the future?
Don't think I'm your mother, but you're also my son. Seeing people beating you is like a mother seeing her son being beaten.
Three days of people at both ends of the fight, you can't hide from them a little?
If someone hadn't sent you back, I wouldn't have known it was time to cook..."
The woman, gifted in nonsense literature, nagged back to the room.
If there was a bronze mirror in the house, Bai Wuxian would see that his original cloudy eyes were full of cunning.
This change is like the eyes of a stupid roe deer suddenly appearing in the eyes of a thousand-year-old fox hunting!
The back door teacher of a classroom watched students steal spicy noodles as a child.
"Three days, what do you mean?" Why do you have an ominous premonition? ”
Bai Wuxian talked to himself, not yet adapting to the changes in his brain. But the screaming stomach made him temporarily let go of this sense of crisis.
"Mother, do we still have surplus grain in our family?" Bai Wuxian staggered from the east house into the dormitory.
The woman was busy at the stove and wore a pair of tattered old straw shoes. His eyes were a little red, and he had obviously secretly cried.
"Get beaten down without delaying eating." After eating, I quickly knitted straw shoes and went back to the small market on the edge of the city to sell, and we could still deal with it for a few days. ”
If there was no disaster in the past, he would only smirk, and then eat randomly and then weave straw shoes.
But at this time, he noticed the weakness under his mother's pretend to be strong, and he saw two tear marks on his mother's face.
These details are by no means detectable to the fool before.
He vaguely felt that the three days were related to his mother's crying red eyes, but at this time he could not fully describe it, and chose to press it temporarily.
"Mother, your face, you have to apply a mask, it was very beautiful, this smoke and fire is about to become a boiler."
"Do you have a bun that doesn't eat your face?" Is it stupid to be beaten? "The woman who cried was as strong as ever, and her mouth was not sparing.
Oh, right, right, what a mask.
Where did all this stuff come from in my head? Hissing and enemas are as painful.
Bai Wuxian complained in his heart, and for the first time in his life, he had an inner drama.
"Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chick, roast goose, brine pig, stove duck, sauce chicken, bacon, pine blossoms..."
Bai Wuxian squeezed the hard steamed cake, looked at the thin porridge with few grains of rice, and chanted that he didn't know how to do it.
"You're crazy, aren't you?" Our family can't eat a meal of meat in the New Year. Hurry up and eat, and when I finish eating, I will weave straw shoes to go, what a lot of words. ”
Bai Wuxian's mother drew a chopstick on his mouth, and the thief was skilled.
"Mother, why are you beating me like a knee-jerking reflex, so sharp?"
The woman looked at her son with some fear. She had heard that some people who were possessed by ghosts were also so nervous...