"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Just as Zhang Qian was about to use his knee to hit Blue Round Hae hard, Black Round Hae suddenly started coughing hard.

A series of coughs immediately saved the blue round hat doctor's nose. The latter quickly realized his loss of composure, quickly moved his hand away from Zhang Qian's thigh wound, and clasped his fists embarrassedly, "#￥#(I saw that the material material of the master is good, and he lost his composure for a while, so please forgive me)!"

"Forget it!" Zhang Qianneng saw that the other party wanted to express his apology, so he shook his head angrily. Then, he shook his body hard, and broke his arm away from the hands of the four "trels". He bent down and picked up his schoolbag.

No matter whether the Blue Round Hat's behavior was intentional or unintentional, he didn't want to have any involvement with this person anymore. Now he is just here, and he has a life of both worlds and land. If the other party really has any special hobbies as he had previously guessed, he wouldn't have time to cry!

It’s not Zhang Qian’s fault that he was sensitive. As a child who grew up in an orphanage, he had been exposed to the malice in his life far exceeding the imagination of his peers. If he hadn’t avoided the snooping of those human-faced and beast-hearted people in advance again and again, he might have fallen into the clutches of some strange millet.

"Bad power￥%#@! (Master forgives me)" He felt his shame and annoyance keenly, and the expression on the blue round hat doctor's face became more and more awkward. He clasped his fists and added embarrassedly again.

Zhang Qian frowned and looked at the man, put down his schoolbag, bowed his hand to greet everyone around him, "Thank you for your help, I have some urgent matters, let's go first! Goodbye everyone!"

After saying that, he picked up his schoolbag filled with stone scattered and staggered. He was afraid that he would walk slowly, so the blue round hat would come up with something new to him.

"Bad power#%￥#￥##￥! (Master, wait)" Lan Yuanhao was very anxious when she saw this, and quickly reached out to stop her and explained loudly.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Qian was so excited by this action that his hair stood up. He stood firm and his eyebrows were glaring. The muscles on his arms and waist instantly became tighter again.

He still has not recovered from his strength loss state, but he cannot sit and wait for death! If the other party continues to get entangled and is beaten to death by the "clothed turban", he will smash the head of the blue round hat with a schoolbag filled with stone tablets and books just like he had smashed the evil wolf before.

"Bad power#%￥#￥#￥! (Master, don't misunderstand it)" Blue round hat was startled by Zhang Qian's movements, and waved his hands to dodge quickly. At the same time, he blushed and explained loudly. "#%￥#￥#￥!#%￥##￥#￥! (No malice, no malice)"

Zhang Qian didn't understand his words and was too lazy to listen to them. He shook his head and then left. The blue round hat wanted to stop him again, but he was afraid of causing a greater misunderstanding. He was so anxious that he thrust his hands and shouted: ""Bad power#￥#￥!#%￥#!"!" (The master walked slowly. He sweared to the sky. We did not have any malice.)

"Bad power#￥#￥!#%￥#! (Master please moisten your throat)" The bystander of the black round hat knew that if this continued, the misunderstanding between the two sides would definitely become deeper and deeper. He jumped off his mount, took out a round leather bag from under the saddle, and handed it to Zhang Qian with both hands.

"What's for me?" Zhang Qian instinctively reached out to answer, and asked loudly.

"Sleep, sleep! (water wine)" the black round hat explained loudly, then raised his hand, placed it beside his mouth, and raised his head to make a backflow.

"Sleep? Why don't you sleep?" Zhang Qian frowned and his eyes widened. Then he understood that he had misunderstood the good intention of the black round hat. The bag contained water or a drink. Anyway, you can find out by opening it and checking it out.

Putting his schoolbag at his feet, he hesitated to untie the rope that tied the bag's mouth, first glanced at the wet medicine powder on his thigh, hesitated for a while, and finally, he raised his head, held the bag's mouth to his mouth, and took a sip...

The liquid in the bag contacted his tongue and throat and rolled silently into the esophagus and stomach.

It was a little bit bad, and it seemed to be a little sweet. Zhang Qian was stunned and took a small sip. There was a smell of fermenting grain, which quickly poured into his nostrils. At the same time, a soft warmth slowly surged from his stomach.

It’s not sleeping, it’s water and wine! This damn local pronunciation!

No, it can’t be considered water and wine, at most it can only be considered fermented glutinous rice!

Any fermented rice glutinous rice that Zhang Qian had drunk before was much thicker than the bag now.

But at this moment, he felt that he had drunk jade liquid and nectar!

The fermented glutinous rice brewed from millet contains much sugar content than alcohol.

And he had just lost his strength, and at this moment, what he needed most was to replenish sugar!

He looked at the black round hat with gratitude, and Zhang Qian decisively opened his mouth wide and swallowed a siphon at the leather bag!

After three or five sips, his legs stopped trembling. After drinking seven or eight sips, his arms recovered half of their strength. When half of the bag of fermented rice fell into his stomach, his chest no longer became astringent, his scalp no longer numb, and his waist gradually began to straighten.

"The Marquis of Demonic#...%! (Master's heroic spirit)" The generous drinking of fermented rice wine won him a lot of money and quickly narrowed his distance from everyone.

"Bad power, bad power!" Lan Yuanhu also took the opportunity to step forward, first grabbed the surface of his pants on his thigh with his hands, rubbed it repeatedly with his hands. Then he pointed to Zhang Qian's thigh wound, blushed and raised his thumbs up, "See, you guys! (Sturdy, this)"

"Are you talking about the fabric of jeans?" Zhang Qianneng understood what it meant to pick up his thumb, and hesitated to sweep his eyes near the wound on his thigh. In an instant, he suddenly realized.

I really wronged the blue round hat! What this person was interested in just now was not his thighs, but the jeans on his thighs. To be more precise, it was the canvas used to make jeans!

If it were the clothes on the Blue Round Hat and others, they would have fallen under the wolf claws and would have been torn into strips of cloth long ago. However, the jeans on his body were torn three times, effectively blocking most of the attack power of the wolf claws!

"Zhouzi, Zhouzi! (this, this)" The blue round hat doctor finally cleared his "crime" and was so happy that he danced with joy.

"Jesans, pants worn by cowherds, canvas!" He felt deeply guilty about the wronged good man. Zhang Qian smiled and returned his leather pocket to the black round hat, pointed at his jeans, and explained loudly.

"Solid! (Solid)" The black round hat smiled and raised his thumbs up, expressing his admiration for the firmness of the jeans. He seemed to be deaf of other contents in Zhang Qian's words.

"It is used to herd cattle, so it is called a cowboy!" Since she had figured out that the blue round hat was not a "dead chicken", Zhang Qian was not in a hurry to part ways with everyone. He squatted down, grabbed a stone, and drew a shepherd boy and a cow with flying phoenixes. Then, he pointed to the pants on the shepherd boy, then pointed to his jeans, and explained loudly, "Great cattle, wear them in a cow, and is strong!"

"Solid!" The two round hats and turbans finally understood the first word in his words and gave a thumbs up together.

"Sail!" Zhang Qian was greatly inspired and continued to work hard. He drew a sailboat on the ground, pointed at the sail, and grabbed the fabric on the cow's trousers, "Canvas!"

"Flip the silk!" Everyone was stunned and looked relieved.

"I'm down!" Zhang Qian drew another finger at the little man pointing his chest, and then did the same move. "I'm down!"

"Evil!" Everyone pointed their fingers on their chests and corrected them in unison. "Go to the village!"

"You!" Zhang Qian became more and more confident, and drew a villain again, pointing his finger to another similar person on the opposite side.

"You!" Everyone pointed at Zhang Qian and corrected in unison, with the excitement in their voices.

"I, Zhang Qian!" With the beginning, the communication between the two parties will definitely be smoother and smoother. With great confidence, Zhang Qian pointed his finger at himself again.

"Bad power! (Master)" Everyone took a step back and clasped their fists at him.

"Dashi, no!" Zhang Qian waved his hand in a hurry and tried to introduce his name again, "Dashi, no, Zhang Qian!"

"Bad power!" Everyone clasped their fists at him again, resolutely refusing to repeat his name.

"You are so powerful, your whole family is so powerful!" Zhang Qian was so anxious that he cursed in his stomach, but he had no way to do anything to everyone.

"Baoshi#...%! (Master is good at sticking)" Seeing that Zhang Qian no longer insisted, everyone thought he had admitted the name "Baoshi" and was so proud, and a series of local languages ​​immediately popped up in his mouth.

"God!" Zhang Qian was so anxious that he beat his chest and stamped his feet, and he was in great pain.

This is probably the most tragic time travel ever. There is no grandpa, no system, and I won’t even say local words! God, just hit me to death with lightning!

"Boom!" A muffled thunder came from a distance!

It was going to rain, and the sun rain before the sunset. The dark clouds rolled over the other side of the mountain, but the blue sky above everyone's heads was still as blue as blue.

"God, I'll go to your ancestors!" Aroused by the thunder, a sense of unyielding spirit quickly surged from Zhang Qian's heart. He cursed loudly, and he squatted down, grabbed a stone as a pen, and wrote on the ground with a quick pen "Low, me, Zhang Qian!"

"…%￥￥! (Masters can write)" The cloth turbans were shocked and shouted and retreated one after another, while looking at the black round hats.

The man wearing a strange black round hat strode forward, squatted, and looked at the words on the ground, with a look of surprise, "Bad power#%￥? (Master knows how to read?)"

I quickly realized that this kind of communication was to look far and wide. This man picked up another stone, squatted opposite Zhang Qian and wrote quickly. One by one, all in traditional Chinese, like a fake, "Master is literate? Different characters? Master's name is Zhang Qian, or Dharma name? In Chang'an Ren Cong, this is polite!" (Note 1)

It’s good to be able to communicate, even if the other party writes traditional characters, and there are a lot of strokes than the common traditional characters!

In an instant, Zhang Qian was so happy that he almost jumped up!

Resisting the urge to laugh loudly, he used stone as his pen and continued to write quickly, "I am not a master, but my surname is Zhang and my name is Qian. Thank you Brother Ren for his help!"

"Isn't it a master? Brother Zhang's hair?" Ren Cong had a lot of effort before guessing and making clear what Zhang Qian wrote. After considering it, he responded slowly in traditional Chinese. "I'm talking too much, Brother Zhang, please forgive me. Brother Zhang doesn't have to be too polite. I've been too slow and I don't help me, so I dare not take credit!"

"Brother Ren, where is this place?" Zhang Qian's ability to identify traditional Chinese characters is far stronger than Ren Cong's ability to identify simplified Chinese characters. As soon as the other party finished writing, he immediately turned the topic back to the topic he urgently needed to know.

"This place is of course Shanyin Township. Did Brother Zhang lose his way?" Because of the short content, Ren Cong recognized it quickly this time and answered quickly. (Note 2)

"Shanyin Township? Shanyin means Shanbei? I have really lost my way down and don't know where I am at this moment!" Learning from the previous lessons, Zhang Qian tried to write the sentences as short as possible and try to imitate the ancient texts he has learned.

"Shanyin is of course the north of the mountain! In fact, the road here is easy to find. Brother Zhang turns east and goes up three or four hundred steps, and you can see the mountain gate of Xiangji Temple! Ziwu Road is just below the mountain gate. Brother walks to the middle of the road and you can see Chang'an!" The words written by Zhang Qian were confused, and the words written by Ren Cong were obviously sloppy.

"Xiangji Temple? How is that possible?! God, have you played enough?" Zhang Qian shouted and stood up, looking around, his face full of disbelief!

After walking around, I was still next to Xiangji Temple!

This is the location of Chang'an University Town (Xi'an South University Town)!

God, you'd better hit me to death with lightning!

Note 1: Different characters are simplified. Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, in order to facilitate writing, the ancients informally simplified some characters.

Note 2: Losing the road means getting lost.
Chapter completed!