The white clouds and dogs are at a loss for thousands of miles. [Source of this book] The Yanmen Pass is bright and brilliant under the bright sun, with tunnels dozens of miles deep running through it. An air-conditioned train roars past, and the sound of its whistle startles the flocks of wild geese.
Train t7808 runs from Yuncheng to Youzhou, with a total length of 2,000 kilometers and a duration of eight hours. It is a rare express train on Youyun Railway.
Brand-new and clean blue-green railway seat covers, sexy and comfortable cushions, and cool and comfortable train air-conditioning. Such an elegant and elegant environment is home to many young and artistic people.
There is a man in the corner, holding a blue thread-bound classical book, wearing a gray and black semi-old Chinese tunic suit, with clean 100% soles on his feet, his index and middle fingers together, and he is constantly gesticulating various sword techniques, as if he is possessed.
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After a while, I saw him slowly exhaling his breath, gently putting down the thread-bound book, with a calm expression, raising his slender fingers, gently holding the biscuits on the table and bringing them to his mouth.[
The beautiful woman opposite pouted, this "magical stick" had eaten her own biscuit for the third time.
The thread-bound book was picked up again, with four large characters "Tathagata Divine Palm" written on the cover, and three small characters "Hardcover Edition" below.
"How could there be such a miracle in the world..."
Zhuo Yifan suddenly sighed, his expression melancholy and deep.
Zhuo Yifan, who was 25 years old at the time, was successful and accomplished. Occasionally, he earned some living expenses by tricking and abducting people, such as crushing rocks on his chest, finding graveyards with Feng Shui, and fortune-telling. Sometimes he also harbored the idea of saving the world for the people, but it was very difficult for him to do so.
Take less action. This trip to Youzhou was mainly based on enjoying life and seeking knowledge.
Zhuo Yifan tried to reach out for the biscuit again, but the beauty finally couldn't bear it any longer. She raised her nose and said, "Do you want to save the universe?!"
"Girl, you have probably read too many fantasy novels. Although I am an expert in Chinese martial arts, I am not so arrogant that I want to save the universe."
Zhuo Yifan ignored the glances around him and took out a few thumb-sized green apples from his pocket, bent down and wiped them on the insteps, then ate them with relish. Then he took out "Tathagata Divine Palm" and continued to focus on it.
Grind it up.
The excitement stopped, and the carriage became quiet again. The only person who did not look up to watch the excitement was a dark, thin middle-aged man in the seat to the left of Zhuo Yifan. He was wearing a blue shabby overalls covered with cement blocks. He was relatively high-end on this trip.
He seemed very abrupt on the train, and the people sitting with him consciously stayed away from him.
Amidst the ups and downs of the train, the migrant worker man's breathing seemed to become heavier.
"Robbery..."
The slight vibrato of the shout seemed insufficient, and then the migrant worker man suddenly stood up and took out a dilapidated five-shot homemade pistol with peeling paint from his butt pocket.
"Haha..." In the carriage, he saw that the pistol was extremely old and rusty, so he thought he was joking and burst into laughter.
"It's impossible to live in this life. Why do you rich people bully us poor people? Why do you ride in such a nice car? Why don't you give me the salary I earned for working hard for several months moving bricks..." Migrant worker male Gang
He was a little calm at first, and then started sobbing constantly.
The passengers stopped laughing. They saw that this was true. Moreover, the gun held by the migrant worker man seemed to exude a sinister smell. At this moment, a man in a suit next to him suddenly put the gun in his hand.
