Zeng Yunlin didn't know how long he had been asleep. He couldn't remember where he was. He only remembered that he seemed to be bleeding all the time. It was so cold, so cold. It was getting colder and colder. He was so cold that he was shivering. He was so cold that he could hardly feel his body.

breathe.

Zeng Yunlin noticed that the pants on his legs seemed to be a little shorter, and he shuddered again, and couldn't help but curl up together.

Zeng Yunlin's body is also cold underneath. Where is this place? The ground is sparsely covered with straw, and he is wearing tatters. Is this hell? Heaven? It doesn't matter whether it's hell or heaven, it's so cold here anyway.

I grabbed a few handfuls of straw and stuffed them into my clothes. I cheered up and looked around. It turned out that this place was a temple. In the temple, there was a tall statue of a god holding an iron gun. I didn't know what kind of mountain god it was. The stone base under the statue was engraved with "

The official script of "The Statue of Zhongyong Wang Xianming was restored in the ninth year of Shaoxing".

There are two couplets on the beams and pillars next to it, which read "Leng Ao Gu Wei Liang I" and "Cold Iron Spear Blessing All Directions". When Zeng Yunlin looked up, he found out why the statue was so tall. There seemed to be light oozing out of his eyes, which was brilliant.

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Zeng Yunlin found that his eyes were suddenly very sore, and his head was feeling dizzy. He wondered if he was hungry, or if he was so hungry that he was starving. Then he lowered his head and looked at his little hands, his own little hands? He looked at his hands and feet in panic, himself.

Grow Small, Gulliver’s Travels?

A gust of cold wind blew over, and Zeng Yunlin couldn't help but tremble again, as if dancing samba. It turns out that the place where samba originated may have been covered in ice and snow, and it was all frozen.

Zeng Yunlin felt that he must be hungry and dizzy. He looked out against the direction of the wind. It was vast and vast outside, and snowflakes the size of white goose feathers were flying in the air. He was really desolate. At this time, there was another burst of pain in his stomach.

A series of gurgling moans.

Fortunately, there were some steamed buns as tributes in front of the incense candles in the temple. Zeng Yunlin didn't care about it. He bowed to the statue. No matter how hard it was, he picked it up and gnawed it. After gnawing one, he was still not full, and then wanted to gnaw on the next one. Zeng Yunlin

After hesitating for a moment, he put the remaining few in his arms and returned to the straw.

The heavy snow kept falling for four consecutive days. Zeng Yunlin endured the heavy snow for four days. At this time, he was already dizzy. The snow finally stopped in the evening, but the weather was indeed colder than the snow, but no matter what,

He has to go out to get food tomorrow, otherwise there will be no future.

Let me go. I am hungry and cold. Zeng Yunlin thought it was better to solve one of the problems first. He gathered up the straw on the ground and put it in a corner. Zeng Yunlin slept in the straw. The straw buried Zeng Yunlin.

It was gone, so he finally felt a little better.

Looking back, I wonder if the sky has no eyes. Isn't it true that evil outweighs the good? Why do good people always get accidents, but bad guys always get away with it? "It's true that the sky has no eyes! Does that mean that I have to be a bad guy too?" Zeng Yunlin felt lonely.

muttered.

However, fate is always so magical. In the vast white snowfield outside, a shadow quickly passed through the vast white snow. It touched lightly on the snow, slid forward, and entered the mountain temple in an instant.

Zeng Yunlin saw a shadow flashing in a trance, and he saw a person standing in the temple. The man was wearing a green gown, his hair was simply pulled into a bun, and he was holding a jade flute in his hand. He looked exactly like an ancient person. Zeng Yunlin did not

Having seen such a mysterious scene, Zeng Yunlin held his breath and did not dare to make a single sound.

Zeng Yunlin thought to himself, if I had such ability, would such an accident happen again?

The man's ears trembled slightly, and three steel needles flew directly in front of Zeng Yunlin. The steel needles went straight to Zeng Yunlin's eyes. The method was extremely vicious. Zeng Yunlin took a breath of cold air and let out a scream. Suddenly, three more steel needles came after him.

The one who comes first will hit the first three steel needles at a faster speed.

"Who is it, come out!"

Zeng Yunlin stood up from the corner with a shake of straw in his arms, with a face full of panic. The man in Tsing Yi saw a child less than three feet tall, and his expression became a little frightened. Seeing that the child was ragged and thin, he knew the reason.

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The man in Tsing Yi didn't say anything, picked up some dry firewood and straw from the temple, and lit it with a fire sickle.

Zeng Yunlin also came over at this time, thinking that if there was no lighter, there were always matches. It was a joke to use stones to light the fire. At this time, the man in Tsing Yi took out a few steamed buns from his backpack and roasted them on the fire.

Zeng Yunlin was stunned as he looked at the steamed buns spinning on the fire, his throat swelling.

"Here you go, it looks like you haven't eaten for a few days."

Zeng Yunlin quickly took the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, while saying: "Thank you, thank you."

Although Zeng Yunlin's family is not rich, his parents have never owed him a meal or a meal. Growing up under the red flag, he has enough food and clothing. He really misses the past days.

Zeng Yunlin himself has never been so embarrassed and hungry. According to his father's words, a person must first live a down-to-earth life. No matter where he is, he must survive first before talking about anything else. Although Zeng Yunlin is full of doubts now.

At this time, another bag of water was handed over and he patted Zeng Yunlin on the shoulder. Zeng Yunlin only focused on eating and didn't care at all. The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up.

"From the looks of it, you are one of those whose family has encountered a disaster. Eat slowly. You and I meet by chance. We are destined to meet each other in the temple of this loyal and brave king. Since the Song Dynasty moved south, there have been so many children in this situation.

"The middle-aged man shook his head after speaking.

But Zeng Yunfeng was stunned after hearing this: "The Song Dynasty moved south! The Song Dynasty moved south! The Song Dynasty moved south!" These four words kept echoing in his mind.

"I see that your eyes are clear and lively, and you don't look like a villain. Now that I'm short of a book boy, I wonder if you would be willing to do so!" The man in Tsing Yi hesitated and added.

Zeng Yunlin, who had come back to his senses at this time, did not care about eating and said hurriedly: "My surname is Zeng and my name is Yunlin. Sir, my family is in trouble. If you can be taken in by me, I will be very willing."

The man in Tsing Yi patted his shoulder again and said, "Okay! In that case, you can pack up tonight and follow me on the road tomorrow."

In fact, Zeng Yunlin actually had nothing to deal with. Zeng Yunlin didn't even have a pair of shoes.

Fortunately, Zeng Yunlin had learned to knit straw sandals with his father at home, so he didn't have to go on the road barefoot. He rushed to buy a pair of straw sandals overnight.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi nodded after reading it.

Zeng Yunlin remembered that Ouyang Feng once said something in Wong Kar-wai's "Ashes of Time" that he had read, the price of a swordsman without shoes is different from that of a swordsman with shoes, and he didn't know when he would become one.

A chivalrous man, learn all the skills.

The night gradually passed. On the second day, the heavy snow suddenly stopped. Zeng Yunlin followed the man in Tsing Yi on the road. The scenery was white all the way. Perhaps to take care of Zeng Yunlin's footsteps, the man in Tsing Yi walked slowly in front. Zeng Yunlin was walking in front of him.

Carrying a package on his back, he followed silently. The heavy snow reached his knees, and Zeng Yunlin moved forward step by step.

The man in Tsing Yi turned his head and looked at Zeng Yunlin's young face, showing unusual perseverance and nodded solemnly.

After traveling for two days and sleeping in the open, we finally came across a big town. "Okay, let's take a rest here, prepare our boats and horses, wash off the dust and then hit the road again," said the man in Tsing Yi, who found an inn and walked in.

Zeng Yunlin raised his head and looked at the four words "Yelai Inn" hanging under the lantern of the inn. It was indeed a super chain inn, with semicolons everywhere. Then he heard the words "There are a few guest officers, please, let's stay in the hotel."

Ah", a junior brother came over.

"Stay in the hotel, give me a guest room, boil two portions of bath water, and find a set of clothes for the little kid behind me." The man in Tsing Yi said and threw a silver ingot over, and the waiter continued: "

Okay, let's go up to a room. Please invite me, sir, and I will take you to the guest room." After saying that, he led the way, and Zeng Yunlin followed him upstairs.

Lying in the bathtub, Zeng Yunlin sighed in his heart, life's encounters are so wonderful. What he saw and heard along the way, how could Zeng Yunlin not know that he was in the Southern Song Dynasty, and that he had gone from one era to another? It was simply amazing.

The warm water vapor rose thickly in the bathtub, gradually covering up the tiredness and panic in Zeng Yunlin's eyes, and Zeng Yunlin slowly fell asleep.
Chapter completed!