"It's really a broom star hitting... that boy's head?"

"There is no fake? I saw it with my own eyes. When the broom star fell, I was still wondering if it was a star of the Sangmen. I never thought it would hit the boy. Haha, that's right. God didn't like the boy. Unfortunately, it was a star that fell, not a thunderbolt. Otherwise, the boy would have to be chopped to the point where he would have no bones!"

"So what if the corpse is broken, the three-bedroom property and property are not your turn."

"That's right...but now, the days are getting harder."

The voices of the two of them gradually faded away. The little girl who heard the sound behind her spat, and the little face said unhappiness.

After passing through the narrow aisle, when entering the side door, the little girl stopped, raised her little face with some concern, and sighed towards the gray sky. Then she stepped into the short door.

This small courtyard with two entrances looked particularly deserted and was empty everywhere. The little girl turned around and locked the side door, rushed forward, put the basket in her hand beside the well, and then walked into the house with a slight foot.

The room was dark. The little girl had just come in from outside and her eyes were not used to it for a moment. She groped and pushed the window up, hooked it with a hook, and turned around and saw a figure.

"ah!"

"ah!"

The two people screamed almost at the same time.

"Seleven Lang!"

"daughter!"

He shouted in unison again.

A mist came up in the little girl's eyes. She was displeased when she heard someone talking about her little husband outside. Now she is back. But now she looks like this - is it really what some people say, the little husband is infected with evil?

"Shiyilang, are you... okay?"

The young man threw the stick in his hand back to the bed and stared at the little girl for a while. This was not his daughter, not the daughter who was born at the most frustrated time of his life and brought him countless joys and happiness... She was an ancient man.

Wait, is she an ancient man?

The boy took two steps back and sat on the bed weakly: Ancient people!

The mind was full of chaotic thoughts, and then the boy heard the crying sounds, and the little girl covered her face and cried, which made the boy's heart soft.

My daughter... I didn't like to cry so much when she was so old.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying so anxiously?" The boy habitually wanted to fumble the cigarette in his pocket, and then realized that in this era he was in, there might not be any imported luxury goods like cigarettes, so he sighed.

The self in this world is not dead, but the self in another world... is probably dead so much that it cannot die anymore. My daughter has no relatives around me. I have fought forever and fought for the rest of my life, but in the end, I left nothing for my daughter.

As soon as he said that, the girl covered his mouth with her little hands.

"Shiyilang, don't say such...unlucky words!" She looked at the young man nervously: "Bless Wuliang Tianzun, spit on the ground!"

The girl's shiny black eyes made him unable to help but do what she asked.

"Shiyilang, have you really hit the monster? Otherwise, why is it so weird?" the girl wiped her tears and asked whimperingly.

"The monster?" Shiyilang murmured, then laughed in silence: "The monster is not, I've met a fairy."

He is not the kind of young boy who panics when encountering trouble. Now he has basically figured out the situation he is facing.

He asked those time travel dramas that women love to watch, probably also wore them into a certain period of history and became the "Shiyilang" that the girl called. However, he had no memories of the past of this "Shiyilang", and even the girl in front of him had no other impression except that she felt like her daughter.

This is a bit of a scam. Isn’t it said that there will be fragments of the former owner of the body after traveling through time? But why can’t I read useful things?

"Have you met an immortal? Really?" the girl's eyes widened.

She stared at her eyes, her little nose wrinkled upwards, and her expression was almost exactly the same as her daughter. "Shiyilang" looked at her intently, and a tenderness rose in her heart.

"Haha, what's your name?"

"Shiyilang... are you... possessed by monsters?"

"Huh? How do you say this?"

"If it weren't for being possessed by a monster, why wouldn't you even remember my name?"

"This...if the monster possessed, how could he not even know your name?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, what Shiyilang said was the same. On that day, he was hit by the stars falling from the sky, and the person was unconscious. The doctor said that even if he woke up, he might have a soul-absorbing disease. The doctor had a different identity. It is said that he was Sun Shenxian's disciple. What he said was definitely correct.

"Langjun, your surname is Ye, your name is Chang. He is from Wuzepi, Xiuwu County...Did you remember it?"

Wuzepi, Xiuwu County, has never heard of this place name. "Shiyilang" scratched his head: "Say more, maybe I will remember it."

The little girl didn't doubt that he was there, so she began to say again: "The Langjun is the third only son of the third family of the Ye family. The master is not aware of it..."

Speaking of this, she hesitated for a moment and glanced at "Shiyilang".

Although Shiyilang is now a teenager, he is much richer in his heart. He used to be a teacher who taught in the mountains and valleys for six years, from Chinese and math in elementary school to physics and chemistry in junior high school. Later, he set up a small workshop himself, hoping to help the villagers get rich. After returning to the city, he worked as a white-collar worker in the company and started a business by himself. This rich experience allowed him to see from the girl's short expression that his relationship with his father was not very harmonious.

"My servant is named Xiang'er, he is the maid of the man who is a rough man. Do you remember it?"

"Xiang'er, I seem to have some impression." "Shiyilang" stroked his forehead with his hand: "If you say it again, maybe I will remember it if you say it again."

"The Langjun was born in the 13th year of Kaiyuan. He is seventeen this year. Because he has not yet reached the title, he has not yet written a word."

The little girl's voice was crisp and slight glutinous, which made people feel very comfortable to hear. Shiyilang frowned, and he heard a keyword: Kaiyuan.

"What did I remember... We are under the rule of the Tang Dynasty?" he asked, "Today's son, is the son of Emperor Ruizong?"

"It's the Tang Dynasty, what is Emperor Ruizong?" Xiang'er's eyes widened.

Shiyilang tapped her head gently. This was not a later generation with developed information. This was an ancient era with low news. At Xianger's age and no name in history, Wu Ze would not know who the previous emperor was.

"Seventeen years old, born in the 13th year of Kaiyuan. This seventeen years old should be the thirty year of Kaiyuan... There is no thirty year of Kaiyuan. This year should be... the first year of Tianbao?" Shiyilang had some understanding of the history of Tang Shi, and thought for a while before asking, "Is it the first year of Tianbao?"

"I heard that it has been changed to Tianbao, Langjun, have you remembered it all?"

Shiyilang took a breath of air conditioning. It was indeed during the Tianbao period, during the Tang Dynasty, during the late reign of Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji, and during the Tang Dynasty, when the Tang Dynasty went from prosperity to decline, and when the Yanhuang turned from outward to expansion to restrained and contracted.

This is the best era, the best artists compose dance songs of clouds and clouds in the palace, the greatest poets wander around the world, and heroes with ambitions enter the imperial examination hall; this is also the worst era, the seeds of prosperity and decline have been planted, the source of uneasy has taken shape on the border, and the two failures in the northwest and north have planted the cage that trapped Chinese civilization.

However, this idea only went around Shiyilang's mind and then it was hidden deeply.

At his heart, he has long been a boy who is prone to impulsive and passionate, and has long been no longer ambitious. What he needs to do now is not to think about those things, but to understand the real environment he is in and then consider how to survive.

This is not the harmonious and prosperous era that was generally stable and safe, although it was riddled with holes. If you were not careful in this era, the clan leader, the powerful countryside, the clerks in the county government, and the masters in the government could all take his life.

Even if you don’t encounter a **, judging from the situation at home, you will not be able to resist if you encounter a natural disaster.

Shiyilang was thinking about this in his mind. Xiang'er was stunned when he saw him dazed and thought he was sick again, and tears immediately burst out again.

"Don't cry, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about what you said and see if I can remember it." Shiyilang saw the little girl's worry and gently touched her head, just like stroking her daughter's forehead in another time and space.

This action shocked the little girl, but it stopped her crying and she started talking again.

After all, the girl was young and had little knowledge, so she didn't notice anything from Shiyilang's strangeness. She talked and said unorganizedly, but Shiyilang still understood her general situation from her.

The Ye family is the largest family in Wu Zepi. Half of the more than 80 families in Wu Ze's family were surnamed Ye. They were originally from an ancestor and divided into four houses. The Eleven Lang belonged to three houses, but the family was small, with only two fathers and sons. His father Ye Si was away all year round. It is said that he was a shopkeeper in Luoyang, the eastern capital, and managed a shop. He had been so busy that he had been connected for three years and had not returned home. Many people said that he had made a fortune outside, fearing that he would be thinking about returning home and was unwilling to come back again.

From the words of Xiao Xianger, Shiyilang could think that his relationship with that father was probably not very harmonious. If he was close, how could a father and a son not meet for three years?

Xiang'er said for a while, but when Shiyilang saw that he still didn't remember anything, he just sat there in a daze, so he reached out and touched his forehead again. He found that his head was not hot. Xiang'er said to himself: "I must be hungry. I'll cook some corn porridge for Langjun."

Feeling that her fingers were a little rough, not very much like the tender hands of this young girl, Shiyilang reached out and grabbed her hand. When he saw the scars and calluses on her fingers, he loosened his hand.

Xiang'er was so fashionable and young, but he was holding his hand, but he couldn't help but feel shy. After he let go, he turned around and ran away quickly, and then ran out in a small step.

The girls of this era have not been completely bound by their hands and feet. A little girl like Xianger is even more lively. In a blink of an eye, she is busy in the small yard, and Shiyilang even heard her singing slang music softly.

Obviously, her "better" made her feel very happy.

This made Shiyilang feel a strong family affection. He is such a person. If others treat him well, he will definitely repay him twice as much.

Not long after, a strange smell of charcoal came in when the firewood burned. When he smelled this smell, Shiyilang felt very relaxed. He leaned against the wall and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The aroma of corn porridge became stronger and stronger, but just as Xianger was washing dishes and preparing to serve him, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Have you died? Did you die? Is Lao Eleven dead? No one can survive this by being hit by the broom star... Xiang'er, you dead girl, dare to hide here and eat!"

A sharp female voice rang, and Shiyilang frowned slightly: This woman is not a good guy when she hears her voice, and Xianger is his person, why should others scold her?

Xiang'er's face in the yard was pale and looked at the woman who was yelling with her hands on her hips and jumping to scold her.

"This lazy and greedy little bitch will be sold sooner or later, so as not to do shameful things..."

The woman said as she pushed her over, grabbed a broom, raised her head and hit Xianger with her head.

With a "bang", the broom hit a person, but it was not Xiang'er. Shiyilang stood between the woman and Xiang'er, stretched out his arms to block the broom.

Xiang'er looked at the back of Shiyilang who was blocking the broom for him, and his face moved slightly.

Is this... still the cowardly Eleven Lang used to be?

The sharp woman also showed a surprised expression at this time, looked at Shiyilang, and after a while, she said, "Hey, you... are you awake?"

Shiyilang's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes deep, so deep that the sharp woman felt afraid.

"Xiang'er is my man, it's not your turn to teach you a lesson." Shiyilang ignored the woman's question: "Now, go out."

"What did you say?" The woman's eyebrows suddenly stood up. She didn't expect that this once humble boy would dare to say such words to her!

"roll."

Eleven Lang said coldly.

This woman was clamoring, and he could not care about it or even scold her, but he could laugh it off, but if she wanted to start, he would have to tolerated it. Not to mention that Xiang'er was nothing wrong, even if there was something wrong, he should be criticized and disciplined by his master, and no one could do anything to do it.

"You tell me to get out, how dare you tell me to get out?" The woman shouted immediately after hearing this: "I heard that your broom star was smashed by your broom star. Come and see you kindly. You treat me like this? You little beast who has a mother but has no father..."

"Bang!"

The woman's scolding was blocked back into her mouth because a pickaxe was almost stuffed into her mouth in front of her.

"You...you...you...you dare to treat me like this?"
Chapter completed!