Putting down the phone, Xu Qing felt a chill on her back.

Blood splatters to the rhythm of five steps.

"Ahem... um... where did you say you were from?" He looked at the iron dart embedded on the TV and felt that this was not an easy matter.

From the Wuqiao Acrobatic Troupe?

Uncle Zhao is so old that he may not be able to withstand a sword blow.

"How did those people... come out just now?"

The girl was like a frightened rabbit, everything before her was beyond her comprehension.

"And, who are you talking to?"

"I……"

Xu Qing looked at the girl outside the door, wearing coarse linen clothes and straw sandals, holding a sword in one hand and a scabbard in the other, and a bold idea arose from the bottom of his heart.

No way...

But Wu Qiao doesn’t know how to dress like this!

Not to mention casually poking people on the TV with a dart or drawing a sword whenever they disagree.

The straw sandals still had her toes exposed, could she afford to pay for it?!

"Um...put your sword away first. I'm a good guy. I just gave you an umbrella." He kicked the umbrella that was propped aside with his toes, trying to appease this incomprehensible girl.

The girl looked at the umbrella, then at him, and then at the scrapped TV on the wall over there. She thought about it and slowly sheathed the long sword. A soft clang made Xu Qing grin.

Definitely a real guy.

"What's your name? Where are you from?"

"Jiang He, a disciple of the Yan Gang."

"Ah ha, Jiang He... that's a pretty exciting name." Xu Qing laughed and said, "Is your salt gang... big? Where is it?"

Xu Qing heard her talk about the Salt Gang several times and secretly guessed that it must be a pretty big gang.

"Gusu Salt Gang, you don't know?" Jiang He frowned slightly, looked at the room layout again, and bit his lip.

That's it. Even if you don't ask, this place is far away from home.

"I've never heard of it, do you want that, um..."

Xu Qing was confused. This girl had a murder weapon in her hand. Should she let her in, or should she go out and close the door and call the police?

He was still in a daze, drinking Coke and petting his cat. He was living a comfortable life, but suddenly someone destroyed the TV, and the culprit was standing at the door with a sword.

It's hard to do good things, and it's hard to be a good person.

The two stared in silence for a moment. Xu Qing took another look at her toes exposed outside the straw sandals, her soaked clothes, and her hair stuck together by the rain. She gritted her teeth and took two steps back.

"How about you come in first, and if someone sees you standing there... holding a murder weapon... there is the police station across the street."

He gestured, not sure if the girl could understand.

Anyway, he doesn't look like a psychopath.

"It's best to close the door. Yes... I am a good person and can help you. If you have any questions, you can tell me."

"I want to go home."

"Where is your home?"

"Salt Gang."

"..."

Xu Qing’s egg hurts.

"This is Beiwanglujiahe Community, Yongkang New District, Jiangcheng City..."

Seeing the confusion on the girl's face, he asked tentatively: "Does Jiangcheng City know?"

Jiang He shook his head.

"You can't be an ancient person, are you kidding me?! Who is the emperor?!"

"Your Majesty?" She reacted, pursed her lips and looked at Xu Qing.

??

Xu Qing was shocked.

Holy lord?!

"Then...then..." He hesitated for a moment, "Who is the Holy One?"

"The Holy One is the Holy One."

"..."

Scratching my head, my balls hurt.

"What year is it now?"

Jiang He looked at him strangely, as if he didn't understand what he meant. He paused and said in that weird accent: "Kaiyuan...sixteenth year."

"...Just wait for me to Baidu."

Xu Qing had goosebumps. He was sure that this girl... Bah, this little heroine didn't look like she was joking. She picked up her phone with trembling hands and searched.

Kaiyuan...16.

His eyes opened wider and wider, he tried hard to suppress his heartbeat, took a deep breath and said, "Tang Xuanzong?"

"Ah?" Jiang He was stunned.

"..."

"..."

"Oh yes, this is something you only get after death." Xu Qing patted his forehead and asked tentatively: "Li... Longji?"

Seeing Jiang He's surprised look, Xu Qing turned around and said, "Sister, it is against the law to destroy people's property. You are filming a show... forget it."

The girl in front of me stood upright at the door, with that energy, that heroic posture, that sword, those toes...

He blinked, his mind was in a mess, and he babbled a few nonsense, then lowered his head and searched on his mobile phone, "Li Bai...Li Taibai, do you know layman Qinglian?"

Jiang He was stunned for a moment, then showed some surprise, "Do you know him? Where is he?"

"Uh... maybe farming in the canyon."

Xu Qing has a toothache. What is this?

A conversation that took place 1,200 years ago?

"I……"

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

"takeout!"

Jiang He turned around fiercely and pointed his sword at the door.

"...Well, please step back first. Someone will bring me food. He is not a bad person." Xu Qing scratched his head, "Yes, get over there and don't let anyone see you."

"servant?"

"...No, I'm just giving you some food."

Hearing this, Jiang He retreated behind the door doubtfully, his sword half unsheathed.

She came to this strange place out of nowhere, and there was something weird everywhere, so she had to be careful.

"Don't worry, I'm a good person."

Xu Qing tried his best to walk over calmly, whispered comfort, opened the door a crack, took his hamburger set, immediately closed the door tightly, lifted the takeout bag up, and motioned to Jiang He.

"Eat."

After a pause, he continued to ask: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat together?"

Jiang He hesitated and shook his head slowly, but the sword was already put back into its sheath.

"Why do you all shave your heads?" Seeing Xu Qing sitting back on the sofa, she thought about it and raised her doubts, "Could it be that here..."

"Wait, what are we?" Xu Qing was curious. She had just received the takeout and was standing behind the door. Logically speaking, she couldn't see the guy in yellow.

Even if he saw it, he was still wearing a helmet.

"I first arrived here an hour ago and took a look outside."

"Outside?"

"Um."

Xu Qing felt a sudden thought, "You didn't have any conflict with anyone, right?"

An hour... that was two hours ago, when the rain had just started, and with a man outside who was always drawing his sword, it might have been a random killing situation.
To be continued...