Immortals just want to get off work

Chapter 7 If we meet again, let's drink together
Turn on the computer, open the browser, and click the mouse in the search box. Du Kang just wanted to enter, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the [Hot Search List] that popped up under the search box.

"A man in Sunan City spontaneously combusted on the street and died after rescue failed [Hot]"

"Hauntings frequently occur in Guihua County, Baibai City, Xiangzhou. Experts explain it like this after investigation [Hot]"

"..."

A large piece of news turned out to be all seemingly "strange" news.

"Eh?" Du Kang was taken aback, this popularity list is not quite right!Shouldn't it be the news about a certain celebrity cheating on her?
Shaking his head, Du Kang tapped the keyboard, and he typed out a lot of words that Guan Gong had said before, and then clicked search.

Jumping to the search result page, Du Kang just saw the first search result clearly, his eyes fixed, and he stopped breathing for a while.

Dukang Click to enter the details page.

[In ancient times, in Zigui, Guizhou, there were people who called Baishan, a merchant, fair and virtuous, wealthy, and even old, and everyone respected him as Bailao.

Bai Lao respected and believed in Guan Gong, so he built the Wusheng Palace, and all the funeral affairs were paid to his descendants, and he was enshrined in the palace all day long.

Years of disasters, there are countless people who died of hunger and cold on the road, Bai Lao heard about it, and returned quickly, hoping to open a warehouse to rescue the disaster...

……

But he saw that Guan Gong was holy, nine feet long, two feet long beard, face like heavy dates, lips like fat, red phoenix eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, handsome and majestic, shouted: "An official should serve the people wholeheartedly, be loyal to the king Serve the country. The monarch of a country only believes in gods and Buddhas instead of doing real things. He should advise and remonstrate and correct the future of the country. If he flatters and flatters him, he will become a traitor and minister. Cut it off!"

...]

"Who am I? Where am I? What have I done?"

After Du Kang read the whole article, only the three questions of the soul remained in his mind.

This is an ancient prose note, from a famous miscellaneous collection of ancient novels similar to "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" and "Zi Bu Yu". Du Kang remembered it because he read it when he was a child. Because it was too far away from now when I watched it, Du Kang couldn't remember it at the first time, and even if he remembered it, he couldn't be sure, so he still needed to search on the Internet to confirm.

Although the result of the verification was expected, it still made Du Kang a little... at a loss for words.

It's exactly the same!
From Bailao's name Baishan, a wealthy party, keeping his promises, caring for the victims, to the passage that Guan Gong said when he killed those corrupt officials, it is nothing more than the form of classical Chinese, but the content is the same!

If I had to say it, that is... I didn't appear in it?

"Is what I just experienced really happened in history?" Du Kang muttered to himself, "Or... just the world in this kind of novel?"

"If that is indeed the history that once happened in the world I live in, then where I went...did I arrive at the real past, or a parallel world, or...a pure illusion?"

A lot of questions appeared in Du Kang's mind in an instant, making him so confused that he didn't know where to start to deal with it for a while-this news was too shocking for him.

"First of all, the possibility of an illusion is very small, because the cultivation techniques that appear in my mind and the three swords are all real. Although I haven't checked the three swords yet, I can feel it, and there are also system rewards. It’s possible...but it takes so much effort, what’s the benefit of playing so much? It can be ruled out for now.” Du Kang began to analyze.

"Parallel worlds should be the most likely. After all, if I go to the real past, then there will be a lot of problems, and it is very likely that time paradoxes, causal reversals and other issues will be involved... But if you have to say, the possibility of both is actually about the same?"

After analyzing for a long time, Du Kang suddenly said "Fuck", and slapped his thigh with a slap. The pain that came clearly only made Du Kang, who suddenly figured it out, even more excited.

"I'll go directly to the field to verify if it's okay!"

Du Kang suddenly remembered that the last sentence he said when he left was to ask Old General Bai to write down the whole thing, and then hide it in the underground of the Martial Saint Hall of the Martial Saint Palace.

Because he didn't see himself in the ancient text at the beginning, Du Kang subconsciously thought that this meant that it was less likely that he would go to the real past history... But suddenly he thought again, this ancient text on the Internet It is written entirely from the perspective of a third party, the listener!
In the whole process, Du Kang only met Bai Lao and the other was Guan Gong. Dukang exists!

"If the old man Bai recorded the whole thing without telling anyone else, and really hid it under the Martial Saint Hall of the Martial Saint Palace, if I can really find such a record... then, everything It became clear in an instant, there is no need for me to waste time here, guessing here and there!"

Du Kang, who had finally figured it out, felt enlightened. Now he only had one problem to solve, which was to find the location of Wusheng Palace in Zigui County, Guizhou in ancient times. Yes, see if you can find that record, it's very simple.

Just do what you say, Du Kang directly searched in thousands of degrees, and the result he got was——

"EZ Shi En Wu Sheng Palace?"

Du Kang opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

Let's put it this way, this thing, search for the thousand-degree entry of Wusheng Palace, and it is listed as a typical example in Wusheng Palace, ranking first.

Then, if Du Kang wants to verify it, he has to dig the main hall of Wusheng Palace there...

Du Kang searched silently. Among the vast number of omnipotent netizens, someone has actually raised this question. Of course, it is not this Martial Saint Palace, but another state-level cultural relics protection unit... Below this question, the best answer is a A netizen directly pasted a passage——

Crime of intentionally destroying cultural relics: Whoever intentionally destroys precious cultural relics protected by the state or cultural relics designated as national key cultural relics protection units or state-level cultural relics protection units shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years or criminal detention, and shall be fined concurrently or solely; if the circumstances are serious , shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years, and shall also be fined...

"In fact, what's the point of getting an answer to this kind of thing? Getting the answer is just to verify the conjecture, and there is no real benefit; if you don't get it, it won't affect the follow-up. I will continue to take over and work diligently..." Du Kang comforted Looking at himself, and completely dismissed the idea.

Weird.

Digging must not be done, even if he can cultivate immortals now, he can't do illegal and criminal things, people from the motherland or ancestors, although it sounds cool, but as a teenager with good moral character, Du Kang will definitely not be able to do it , that is, play a meme on weekdays.

But go still have to go.

Du Kang did not forget what Guan Gong once said.

"If we meet again, let's drink together!"

PS: Shared diary ↓
　It suddenly occurred to me that the factor that led me to make up my mind to go to the gym was not entirely to climb Huashan.

　　Specifically, we have to start when we first came to share the rent.

　　In fact, I planned to go to Hunan at the beginning, but after discussing it with a few writer friends, I came to Xi'an. Xi'an has a lot of people, and the rented houses are also close, so I got together six people at once.

　　Things are still going well so far, and the authors who are having a good chat online naturally chat more happily offline... But everyone has overlooked a serious problem.

　　As we all know, the author is a nocturnal creature, can't type during the day, and can concentrate at night. It is definitely not because of factors such as not being able to type before the life and death line...

　　Anyway!Basically, everyone can only make appointments together until early in the morning, and at that point, naturally, they can only eat supper.

　　Order some skewers, pair them with beer, and exchange interesting stories with each other, which is quite happy.

　　And happiness often comes at a price.

　　Sleeping after eating is the happy life of pigs. If humans follow suit, they will also become pigs.

　　After going on like this for about one or two weeks, I looked at the number displayed on the scale that added 5kg directly, and my eyes widened like copper bells.

　　No, I have to lose weight!
　　If this continues, next year's me will be the present Axue!
　　(It’s another happy day for Black Ashue by the way~)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)