Chapter 3: So-called spring and autumn

Chapter 3 The so-called Spring and Autumn
Obviously it is impossible for others to be compelled by Xue Mu to pay attention to their heads. The young woman just smiled faintly: "You don't need to bother to develop the sect, but the husband is very suitable for the accountant. Chaner, arrange a car for the husband and give him Take some medicine."
Xue Mu was a little speechless. It turned out that no one had healed himself before, so it's no wonder that his whole body hurts. Speaking of lying in her carriage, I only want to ask questions as soon as I wake up. If I don’t ask you, I’ll just kill them. Who wasted effort to heal you?
Anyway, he was willing to heal the injuries this time, and even arranged to live in the carriage, whether it was used as a billing room or whatever, it was settled.
Switching to another much more ordinary carriage, Xue Mu leaned on the side of the carriage and let out a long sigh. The pressure in front of the young woman who can kill even her eyes is a little bit heavy, and the 13-year-old flat girl in front of her looks a lot easier.
Chan'er smiled and threw away two bottles: "The white bottle for healing is just one pill. After eating and sleeping, it will be fine. The red bottle is for you to suppress the toxicity for a short time. Don't make us in You also need to keep your energy and qi at all times around you. Each pill is effective for twelve hours. Remember to take one pill every day."
"Thanks." Xue Mu opened two bottles without saying a word and knocked one capsule each. Anyway, it was too easy for the other party to kill him, and there was no need to do anything with the medicine. The two pills melted in the mouth, and in a flash, the coolness spread across the limbs, and the pain in the whole body seemed to be healed in an instant. Xue Mu looked at the bottle in his hand in a bit of surprise, and once again felt that there was something wrong with this world...How could any wound medicine take effect so quickly, anyway, it was very unscientific.
Hmm...the crossing has happened, and no matter what science it is, I can't turn it around. Xue Mu smiled at the girl with a self-confident smile: "I still want to thank the master and apprentice Xian for saving my life. My name is Xue Mu. I don't know what the girl is called?"
The girl also smiled: "Your self-righteous smile looks very annoying. By the way, I want to gouge your eyes. I wonder if I can still be a bookkeeper if I am blind?"
Xue Mu's smile turned bitter in an instant: "...Of course it can't."
With her powder cheeks supported, the girl looked up and down Xue Mu's face, as if watching some miracle: "You are so courageous. Not only did you look at me, but even Master was seen by you... It’s not easy to be able to jump alive until now. ."
Xue Mu finally knew why she had to goug her eyes, and said helplessly: "I didn't see anything, the sky was so dark, and I fell so eagerly, I am not a god, so I can still see what spring is there at that time."
"The white flower always sees it, it means being seen by others to me."
"Can you tell me something?"
"No." The girl smiled: "If you can tell me your story, maybe I can let you go."
Xue Mu saw her cleverly smiling and beautiful and cute. Although her mouth was cruel, she didn't seem to be malicious, so he smiled and said: "I soaked up from a small pot of poison. I don't know why I didn't die. "
"There are thousands of schools of practice in the world, it really is beyond my knowledge." The girl sighed very sophisticatedly, pointed at Xue Mu's short hair, and pointed at the clothes on his body: "But the monk is poisonous. It's hard to connect people together. What sect does this weird robes represent?"
Xue Mu looked down at the clothes on his body, and the corners of his mouth twitched...what kind of bird's robe is this? Is this a bathrobe? He traveled at home, and he wore a white bathrobe on his body. It was a tragedy. Someone else brought a wallet or cell phone when he traveled through. How many doorways he could get out, but he was really white, everything. No.
No, some... The bronze piece was clearly caught in the hand during the crossing and was confiscated by them?
Seeing that he didn't answer, the expression on the little girl's face turned into a smile but a smile: "You look pretty...there is nothing under the robes. I think you are also a flower monk. Are you practising Happy Zen?"
The little girl’s face doesn’t blush when she talks about this topic. I don’t think you are a good bird... Xue Mu complained in his heart and replied, "It’s because I am not firm towards the Buddha, so I am still vulgar... Actually, I have been a child Asking Zen in the mountains, this is the first time I have seen an outsider, and I don’t know what dynasty it is now..."
"Then you appeared strangely in the air. Could it be that you were hacked by the Buddha?"
"That's right, Xiaoqiang."
"I'm not Xiaoqiang, I'm Xiaochan. Yue Xiaochan." The girl still smiled: "Don't use my words, my name is not a secret, unlike some people, there is no truth in the mouth. This great Zhou has established a country. For thousands of years, there are still people asking about the dynasty, and the fabric of this robes is extremely luxurious. Don't pretend to be such a fake if you pretend to be a mountain man."
Xue Mu knew that his statement could not be trusted at all, but it seemed that they were not too true. I don’t know if it’s because all kinds of unscientific things in this unscientific world are commonplace. They didn’t think it was nothing to appear suddenly in mid-air. Things too serious. And it seems that they are also very devilish. They obviously don't believe you, but they are not angry. They seem to think that it is normal for you to be full of lies...
It's just that this girl is young and has a natural curiosity about the world. She curiously talked to him like a baby, saying it was a questioning, rather it means finding someone to chat to relieve boredom. Instead of her master's attitude of being a dog, it doesn't matter where you come from, it can be used for my use instead of slaughtered directly. Who is impatient with you?
And this big week...isn’t the thousand years exaggerated? If it's 800 years old, there's still something that can match the number. But that week of the 800th year, there shouldn't be a monk... Xue Mu cautiously said, "Spring and Autumn?"
Yue Xiaochan blinked his eyes: "What is Spring and Autumn? Season?"
Xue Mu was drunk, and he found that he couldn't judge whether the world was completely different, or it was just because this girl was too illiterate. After thinking for a long time, I had no choice but to say: "It's the kind of civilization...where many different schools of thought collide."
Yue Xiaochan looked at him steadily, and then said for a long time: "If this is called Chunqiu in your mouth... then it is Chunqiu now."
"..." Xue Mu was speechless. Are you telling me that this big Monday is still in Spring and Autumn for a thousand years?
Yue Xiaochan said casually: "A hundred schools of martial arts have contended for thousands of years, isn't it what you call Spring and Autumn?"
Well, the so-called Hundred Schools are actually martial arts... Xue Mu finally completely confirmed that this is a completely different world. This Da Zhou is completely different from what he knows. The historical knowledge of that world should be completely Put aside, or you will be scammed.
Yue Xiaochan said again: "I think you belong to a poisonous sect, but you have no way to cultivate. Not only did you not practice anything, but you hide a strange poison. But there is also a good point. Most people don't bother to kill you, so as not to burn you. epidemic prevention."
"..." Okay, illiterate people know how to prevent epidemics these years...
Yue Xiaochan looked at him up and down for a while, and finally became curious and became a little bored: "I'm gone, I'm boring."
The voice fell, and disappeared without any signs, just like a ghost.
Xue Mu looked at the empty carriage and fell on the bed with a "bang". Only at this moment did he let go of his tight nerves and wanted to sort out the environment he was facing.
Although this little sister has a good attitude, she has been smiling and lively and talkative, but in the end she finally showed her inner contempt for the weak. It seems that at least in the eyes of this group of women, force is the yardstick for measuring everything, and everything else is just a trivial matter. It is estimated that you can't even think about it.
If this is a universal attitude in this world, it's no wonder that many of the practice of going through the predecessors desperately, this kind of feeling of being looked down upon is really uncomfortable. But martial arts...I am 27 this year, and come from a completely different culture. I started practicing at this time. Compared with these indigenous people who grew up in the cultivation atmosphere, who has practiced? No gold finger...
Xue Mu stretched out his palm and took a look. The cause of the crossing was that his hand was cut by a bronze piece. This bronze piece must have an important connection with this world. He had to find a way to get it back from this group of women. Maybe it was a golden finger. What?
Upon seeing it, Xue Mu suddenly sat up straight.
There is no trace of being scratched in the palm of the hand, but a strange pattern is replaced by it?
Xue Mu hurriedly got up, sat by the car window, and looked carefully at the sun for a while. It is indeed a pattern, a cyan wavy pattern, exactly the same as the pattern on the bronze sheet obtained before, only the size of a nail, and it looks like it is tattooed.