Fulong Mountains, Fulong Peak.

There was an autumn rain last night, and the weather suddenly turned cold. The dozen or so sycamore trees outside the village, which were originally proud and tall, with red leaves like fire, fell to the ground this morning, like a group of middle-aged people whose time has passed.

On the right side of the cottage gate, a large starched cotton flag swings feebly, with the words "Walking for Heaven" and other words vaguely visible.

There are about a dozen thatched houses in the village, and only the Juyi Hall in the middle has a few poor leak-proof tiles.

Xin Zhuo was holding a three-month-old yellow-haired native dog in his arms, lying on a bamboo strips chair in the courtyard, basking in the autumn sun, falling asleep, then turned over, turned around again, and finally opened his eyes.

The symphony of "clicks" and "puffs" on the side is really too harsh.

He looked in the direction of sharpening the knife impatiently.

The blade of the knife is one foot three, and the handle is two feet seven. Its owner, Huang Dagui, the third master of Fulongzhai, "Sai Erai", is seven feet two. He has thunderous hair, a one-eyed patch, a big square mouth, and his arms are tattooed with bloody wolf heads.

The thighs are much thicker.

It is said that there are thirteen dead souls under this simple sword.

On the other side, next to a thatched house hung with garlic heads and skewers of red peppers looking up to the sky, the second head of Fulong Village, "Poison Xishi", who is twenty-two years old and has a good figure, is spreading her long legs unscrupulously, revealing her red underwear.

Cui Ying'er, a pair of rough and thin hands scrubbed the clothes hard, making a "puff" sound constantly.

It is said that no less than ten gangsters have died at the hands of these rough men.

"Can you please be quiet?" I finally couldn't say it out loud.

Xin Zhuo withdrew his gaze and looked at the sky. The sun was very dazzling, just like the sun in his previous life when he went downstairs to buy cigarettes for the manager at his own expense.

He sighed inaudibly.

The "click" and "pop" sounds suddenly stopped.

"Master, have we disturbed you?"

The two cold eyes were piercing as if they were real, and the rude and cold voice was even more frightening.

"No, it's even pleasant. I slept very comfortably."

Xin Zhuo strategically closed his eyes, let go of Xiao Huang in his arms, and stretched just right.

"Then why do you sigh?"

"Itchy throat."

"OK."

So, the "click" and "pop" sounds continued.

"If I hadn't peeed that way, I wouldn't have slipped into that shabby garden and fallen into the well. Then I would have come to this other world, facing a group of bandits with knife heads licking blood, and I would have been in constant fear all day long..."

Xin Zhuo rested his head on his pillow and confirmed his current identity for the fiftieth time——

The only grandson of Xin Aotian, the bandit leader of Fulong Village in the Great Zhou Empire, during the Tianshou period, in Bazhou territory, Fufeng Mansion.

He was sixteen years old and the only scholar in the village. He was weak and had low self-esteem. Apart from his good physical development and good looks, he had no merits.

Three days ago, my grandfather Xin Aotian went out to fight with others and returned home seriously injured. He survived for half a night and died at the age of fifty-eight.

His only relative was Ji Tian, ​​and he somehow became the second generation head of the bandit village.

The five subordinates are too many thieves!

There can be no prosperous city in this ghost place; of course, there are no princes, generals, poems, songs, and dances; there are no wine fights, talented men and beauties; it is just a stronghold of thieves in the barren mountains and ridges, and there is a way to have a future by robbing and killing people.

Before he can fully accept his new identity, he will face a series of chain reactions caused by the death of his old boss.

The Fulong Thief Village, which is already weak, is suffering from external and internal troubles!

There are strong enemies outside blocking the door, and there is no hope of going down the mountain. Inside there is no way to plunder, there is collective unemployment, and food and grass are cut off.

How do you call someone miserable?

"Pap..."

At this time, the sound of messy footsteps and the strong smell of blood swept into the courtyard along with the autumn wind, interrupting his thoughts.

One woman, two men, and three blood-stained figures walked into the village. They roughly threw away the broken weapons in their hands and sat in a row, breathing heavily.

It's the other three bandit subordinates who have returned.

"You yo-yo, what do you think?" Huang Dagui, the third master sharpening the knife, raised his head, his bloodshot eyes full of anger.

"Taking advantage of the terrain, I wounded three of them. The bandits in Hungry Wolf Village have temporarily retreated. They will not come tonight. No one understands them better than me."

The fourth leader's "thin dog" Bai Jian took a few steady breaths, stroked the mustache on his thin lips with his left hand, and raised his orchid fingers with his right hand intentionally or unintentionally. It was so outrageous.

It was quiet in the courtyard.

"Let's discuss it!"

Cui Ying'er, the second in charge of laundry, stood up and wiped her wet hands on her apron, throwing her black hair behind her, revealing her slender neck.

The thieves sat cross-legged, straightened their backs, filled with murderous intent, and automatically pushed aside the little boss who was taking a nap at the side.

"The old boss has been dead for three days. The bandits from xxx's Hungry Wolf Village learned the news as soon as possible and began to attack us aggressively. They have so many people that we are no match.

I'm afraid the Menghu Village, sixty miles to the north, can't hide it. When the old boss was still alive, he would often kill them single-handedly and humiliate them. They have eight hundred good soldiers. Once the **** are overtaken, these six heads of our Fulong Village

I’m afraid it’s going to be picked off.”

"There is a new prefect in Fufeng City at the foot of the mountain. It is said that he is a selfless and **** Master Qingtian. Recently, he has been sending some people who look like dogs to be wandering at the foot of the mountain. I guess I know that they are planning to encircle Fulong Mountain. Our village has the least people. We are weak.

Persimmons are easy to pinch, so we might be the first to be attacked!"

"Seventeen miles east of Shuiyue Temple, those nuns have been urging us to do good. Old nun Wutang Pujing has said more than once that if we continue to be stubborn, we will use force and take us to apologize to the Buddha.

What a joke. When did I, the hero of Fulong Village who uphold justice for heaven, ever offend the Buddha? Where did the Buddha come from to be so arrogant?"

"There is also the Qiugong Pavilion thirty miles to the west. The group of students who read Rushu, Ziyue, have always called themselves hermits. They rely on their martial arts skills and eloquence. They have always asked us to put down some evil swords and go down to the mountains to farm. I, xxx, have only grown up.

They are more handsome. They spend the whole day flirting with the pretty village girls down the mountain and doing dirty things. They are dirtier than us. I think they want to tie us up to do hard labor."

"What's even more terrible is that Hungry Wolf Village is struggling against each other. The road down the mountain is blocked. We can't go down the mountain to rob. We have run out of food. Now there are only three big cabbages left in the village."

"damn it!"

The thieves looked at each other speechless, and the atmosphere was very depressed. However, withered maple leaves outside the courtyard came in, and the bad-tempered third boss Huang Dagui kicked and scolded him in frustration.

"That means there are six dilemmas!"

Cui Ying'er, the female thief in charge of the second house, pulled her hair around her ears and summarized what the thieves said, "Hungry Wolf Village, Menghu Village, Guanfu, Shuiyue Temple, Qiugong Pavilion and lack of food!"

"That's right!" The thieves nodded in agreement.

Then,

There is no more.

In fact, they have repeated the same line thirty-seven times in the past few days, and there is no solution at all!

"By the way, the person in charge is a scholar. I wonder if there are any regulations?"

The thieves finally remembered the new boss, whose presence was extremely low, and looked at him together, with an attitude that was better than nothing.

"..."

Xin Zhuo closed his eyes and sighed softly, the atmosphere of this damn bandit meeting was too oppressive.

Not only do I not have any charter, I even want to persuade you to mess with me.

In this terrible situation, what should I do as a 996 youth who has received nine years of compulsory education and lives in a modern society governed by the rule of law?

In addition to messing up, is there any other room for operation?

If you can't defeat the bandits in other villages, will you accept the government's recruitment?

That was the treatment given to a large group of bandits that was difficult for the government to exterminate. There were only six or seven of them, and at most they would be taken to the vegetable market and beheaded in public display.

Copying poems, doing business and making soap, or playing with cannons in the imperial examination of gunpowder? Not to mention responding to circumstances, we are not very good at it.

That's right, I'm just a useless time traveler who has forgotten everything I know.

It’s so difficult for me!

"Ha! What a sleepy and useless boss."

The sun set in the west amid the silence or ridicule of the thieves.

The people dispersed and the courtyard became quiet.

Xin Zhuo stretched himself and ran to the only well in the village to sit down.

He felt that this could alleviate the panic of being stabbed by other bandits or officials suddenly. At least the yard was spacious, so Yayazi could run away if the time was not right.

"bite!"

This was the last stubborn thing that came out of his own mouth, but he waited quietly for a while without any reaction.

It seems that the ending has been irreversibly destroyed.

His eyes turned to the dark well water.

I climbed up from this well that day. If I jump down, can I achieve the miracle of returning goods within seven days without any reason? Compared with risking my life, it is 996 and the comfort of being a house slave.

He tried to lean down one leg while holding on to the eaves of the well.

The well water in late autumn was extremely cold, and the biting chill hit me instantly.

The water is too cold to go in.

Just as he was about to exit, he unexpectedly slipped and with a difficult split, he crashed into the mouth of the well.

However, the splashing water and claustrophobic coldness that I imagined did not appear.

The well is gone!

The well appeared in mid-air in front of him, rising and falling, the water surface swaying, emitting a strange light.

【Wangyuejing】!
Chapter completed!