first-class champion

Duan Mingyu's consciousness gradually came to his senses: "Have I been hospitalized? It's really bad luck to be hit by a truck..." Just thinking of this, suddenly some chaotic thoughts flooded into his mind, and a huge amount of information flooded into his mind. In the late dynasty, in the second year of Emperor Xizong of Tang Dynasty, and his identity was a number one scholar, a figure of the third rank.

Carefully sorting out the information that suddenly appeared in her mind, Duan Mingyu began to recall what happened before. She was originally a college graduate from the Department of History, and was rejected by the company many times. On that day, she failed to apply again and drank a lot of alcohol. , and then crossed the road by myself, and then a big Dongfeng truck came to have a close contact with me... Facts have proved that you must not drink when you are in a bad mood, and you can't mess around on the road after drinking, even if you don't find a job No way, the consequences are quite serious, and it is very possible to cross through accidentally.

Duan Mingyu sorted out the information that suddenly appeared in her mind. Duan Mingyu never thought that such a strange thing would happen to her. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't even utter a word.Those chaotic thoughts merged into his memory again, making his thinking even more chaotic...

I... actually crossed over!Time travel to a champion with the same name and surname as himself.But this champion was a bit unlucky, his parents died since childhood, no relatives and no reason, relying on a lot of hard work, he was the champion of high school in the first year of Guangming.So proud of the spring breeze, the number one scholar returned to his hometown, and returned to his hometown Bianliang from Chang'an, the capital. There is a saying that joy brings sorrow.The vigorous Huangchao Uprising in history reached a height that Tang Xizong and Li Xuan could hardly suppress.In the second year after Zhuangyuan Lang just spent a Spring Festival in Bianzhou, that is, the first year of Zhonghe, Huang Chao's rebel army broke through Chang'an, and Tang Xizong was forced to flee Sichuan.The champion Lang, who was once so beautiful, was put aside by Tang Xizong, and could only squat in Bianliang, waiting for Tang Xizong to recover from the nightmare of Huang Chao's sentencing of the army, and to be appointed as a half-job.

After this class, another year passed, that is, the second year of Zhonghe. During this year, the champion spent all his time drinking to soothe his sorrows. In order to make ends meet, he sold his family's two acres of Susukida. No one would make a fortune. Pity a down-and-out scholar with kindness, even if you are the number one scholar.Fortunately, Cheng Zhiyuan, who was the governor of Bianliang at that time, had a good relationship with Zhuangyuan Lang, and helped him again and again.

The matter continued until the night before Duan Mingyu crossed over, Zhuangyuan Lang was drunk again, his hands trembled, knocked down the kerosene lamp, and the house naturally caught fire.Fortunately, although his hands were trembling, his legs were still flexible, and he fled the scene of the fire in disgrace.Zhuangyuan Lang looked up to the sky and sighed, it is really bad luck for a person to live to this point.The Zhuangyuan Lang was disheartened and conceived the idea of ​​committing suicide. He would not dare to set a fire and burn him alive. Would it be possible for me to commit suicide by diving into the water?It happened that there was a Bianhe River in the outskirts of Bianliang, um, it was completely in line with the conditions for suicide, but it seemed that God was specifically against this number one scholar, and he didn't even agree with him in the way of death.Zhuangyuanlang, who had just walked to the outskirts, tripped over a small stone. The place where he fell was unlucky, and there was another sharp stone. As a result, Zhuangyuanlang had intracranial hemorrhage, and he burped gloriously in less than 3 minutes .Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingyu, who was as unlucky as himself, and as unlucky as himself because of drunken mistakes, came and time-traveled.

Duan Mingyu rubbed his temples, hey, this is how things turned out to be, an old monk passed on his champion skills for 30 years, and he was rescued back home by a man named Xu Zuye.Presumably in the future, relying on my own understanding of history, I can find a backer at random, and I will be able to get along well. Now... I am so hungry!

Duan Mingyu cooked a pot of porridge at Xu Zuye's house. After wolfing down half of the pot, he patted his stomach contentedly. Hey, I haven't eaten for more than 1000 years. I didn't expect to be so hungry. It's a sin, a sin!Afterwards, Duan Mingyu changed into Xu Zuye's clothes, and went for a walk in and out of Bianliang City. In the past and present, because of cause and effect, although Duan Mingyu was very unlucky, at least he realized a truth. Take a taxi, if you really don’t have money, you can take the bus, it’s better than belching and threading, no beer, no cigarettes, no mobile phone, no computer, no karaoke, no night-by-night company of Mr. Aoi, life, Can you be any more sad...

Duan Mingyu turned to the evening in Bianliang City in a daze, and finally accepted this indisputable fact. If it comes, it will be at ease, and it is time to find a way out for itself. Fortunately, Duan Mingyu liked to read martial arts novels the most during his lifetime, and he especially liked Li Xunhuan. Hands, a worthy demeanor.Ever since, I secretly practiced throwing knives with the whole family behind my back, and I like to use flying knives to carve clogs or something when I have nothing to do. Now, hey, clogs, a new thing, must be popular, because I am a time traveler with a plug-in , Produced by Brother Duan, it must be a high-quality product, wow, this champion is going to do a great project today, and become a fashionista who is at the forefront of the times and fashion... Most importantly, I must first thank the great Gu Long, thank you for accompanying me through my childhood "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword".

When Duan Mingyu returned to Xu Zuye's house, the sky and the earth were already covered with darkness. At this time, Duan Mingyu had already carried a pile of scraped wood in his hands, and was about to resume his old business - making clogs.In fact, they are wooden slippers, but in ancient times, ahem, we have to change the term to be more elegant.

When passing by the door of Xu Zuye's house, Duan Mingyu inevitably saw the deep black hole. My ancestors, you are so rigid, you smashed such a big hole from such a high sky. Fortunately, the Queen Mother blessed you, at least you didn't lose an arm. legs or something.Duan Mingyu smiled wryly in his heart, pushed the door open and entered.Xu Zuye hasn't come back yet, the house is very big with three rooms.Duan Mingyu walked to her room. There was a wooden bed for one person to sleep in, and a set of ordinary desks and chairs. It couldn't be more simple. Alas, this room is not to mention the pen, ink and paper commonly used by literati. Inkstone, even without a cheap oil lamp, in desperation, under the bright moonlight, Duan Mingyu picked up a piece of wood that was not satisfactory, and began to carve the clogs calmly.

This work requires great patience and skill. Duan Mingyu held the knife tightly in her steady hand, and without rushing, she first cut it into a board shape, and then carefully carved it into a foot board shape, and carved patterns on the edges...

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