"Bad power, bad power, you are bad power, your whole family is bad power!" Just as Ren Cong racked his brains and thought about what to do to leave a good impression on the master, Zhang Qian, the master in his eyes, kicked the muddy trash on both sides of the mountain road without any image, and whispered in a low voice.

He decisively rejected Ren Cong's invitation and chose to part ways with the other party. It was not because Zhang Qian drank a lot of fermented glutinous rice after intense exercise, and was not rational in doing things.

Not to mention that after the mind is severely stimulated, it is very chaotic and acts in a wild manner.

The reason why he chose to separate from the other party quickly was because he was guarded against a group of strangers in a completely unfamiliar environment.

When I first came to the Tang Dynasty, I had no relatives and was located in the wilderness. I reasoned that I must not place my safety on the moral standards of a group of strangers.

Although the group of strangers came to hear his cry for help, and kindly applied medicine to his wounds and asked him to drink fermented glutinous rice. But who can guarantee that the invitation from the group of strangers did not contain any evil intentions?

Besides, what kind of virtue does Zhang Qian have? When he first met, he was treated as a guest of honor by a young man from the Tang Dynasty?

As the saying goes, if you have nothing to do, you will either be traitor or steal. Therefore, the more enthusiastic Ren Cong and others were before, the less at ease Zhang Qian was.

This insecureness has a great relationship with his personal growth experience. Part of it comes from his careful observation of Ren Cong and others.

More than once he found that the sloppy doctor wearing a blue round hat was secretly staring at him. From head to toe, every piece of clothing, even the schoolbag, belt, and shoelaces, was not spared!

That kind of gaze was definitely not only curiosity, but also faintly exuded a sense of greed that was desperately concealed. It seemed as if he wanted to strip his clothes naked and let him walk naked in the sunset.

Especially when he cleared his schoolbag, the sloppy doctor in the blue round hat wanted to get his head into the schoolbag. At that time, the only thing that could be seen by this person was the only book "Song of Ice and Fire" that was covered with gravel and soil on the surface, which was still the original English version.

Zhang Qian did not believe that a doctor in the Tang Dynasty could understand the English of the 21st century. No matter how early his history teacher died, he would not tell him that as early as the Tang Dynasty, the Silk Road had been connected to Britain! What's more, the difference between ancient English and modern English was no less than that of classical Chinese and Mandarin!

Since he was sure that the sloppy doctor could not understand English, Zhang Qian was even more worried about walking with this person. Although there was nothing valuable in his schoolbag, and when he smashed the wild wolf with his schoolbag, those things might have been broken. However, no matter which one of those things is a testimony that he once existed in the 21st century.

When I bought it, it was not worth much money, but now it is worth a lot of money to him!

Thinking that the items in the schoolbag might be damaged by the wolf's head, Zhang Qian suddenly twitched in his heart. He looked back and saw that there was no one around, stopped quickly, opened the schoolbag, and carefully inspected it with the evening light.

The cover and back cover of "Song of Ice and Fire" are completely finished. There are more than a dozen pages of book paper next to the cover and back cover, and they are also shattered by stones. However, thanks to the thickness of the book, the Huawei phone sandwiched in the center of the page actually only cracked a thin line in the lower left corner of the screen, which does not affect any other normal functions except for the Internet.

This made Zhang Qian's tense nerves immediately relax a lot. Then he quickly opened a zipper and opened a solar charger between the two sponge interlayers with hope.

The battery board was not broken! The plastic shell was shrunk, revealing the internal printed circuit board, but the printed circuit board was also intact!

The great joy from the heart made him cry. He sniffed gently, and he continued to pull out another hidden bag with hope and quickly took out the things inside.

Luckily seems to have ended up being the case. The chocolate biscuits used to replenish energy during evening self-study have been broken into a pack of cookie residue. The sunglasses used to protect their eyes have also been broken into a pile of plastic and glass.

Gripping his teeth and tearing open the plastic packaging, he poured all the biscuits into his mouth, and then unwilling to touch the next storage space in his schoolbag. The wallet is still there, and in addition to a few red and green RMB, there are two savings cards. The savings cards are not broken, and there are still difficult subsidies for the school to call him regularly. The question is, where did he find an ATM machine in the Tang Dynasty? In the Tang Dynasty, no matter how much RMB is, what is the difference between waste paper?

‘At least it’s a thought.’ I couldn’t bear to throw away the RMB and savings card, so I sighed softly. He put his wallet in and touched his hand to a dark pocket. A Swiss army knife made in Yiwu, the size of a little finger, a small bottle of Fengliu essence for evening self-study to drive mosquitoes. There is also a plate of universal medicine Baijuan, also known as paracetamol. Two plates were asked for a school doctor for half an hour yesterday before prescribing cephalosporin!

The first two are intact, while the latter two are flattened, which does not affect the efficacy.

Sighingly, he put all the other items except the biscuit wrapping paper back to their original positions. He closed his schoolbag and checked his whole body again.

A blended shirt, a pure cotton vest, a faux leather belt, a pair of underwear, a pair of jeans that were scratched by a wolf, a pair of travel shoes, and a high imitation green water ghost Rolex made in Yiwu!

These are all his belongings. Next, he must rely on these things to gain a foothold in the Tang Dynasty and strive to live a human way!

"God, you told me a long time ago that I would bring corn, pepper and potato seeds with me!" I learned not to cry since I was a child and wiped my tears. I muttered with a wry smile. Zhang Qian carried his schoolbag stained with a wolf blood and took another step.

Zhang Qian remembered Ren Cong said that Xiangji Temple was nearby, and the mountain gate was opposite Ziwu Road.

Ziwu Road can reach Chang'an City directly. As the most important capital of the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an City is used to seeing visitors from all over the world, so it should not refuse to teach him a few words of Tang Dynasty.

As it turns out, he was too wishful thinking.

Two minutes later, his feet stepped over the steps of Xiangji Temple. The gate of the temple closed with a "bang". Immediately afterwards, the crisp and melodious bell rang in the temple, accompanied by the curling blue smoke and the chanting of scriptures, announcing to him that it is true.

"What a style? I'm not here to eat vegetarian food!" I felt a pain in my nose, and Zhang Qian cursed in a low voice and turned around and left.

Even though he was angry, he didn't feel very disappointed. If the monks were hospitality, there would not be any sentence in history, "I have already gone to the hall and felt ashamed of the bell after the meal." He vaguely remembered that the stingy monk involved in the poem was from the Tang Dynasty. It was just that the temple was not near Chang'an.

Secretly in his stomach, he looked at the monks all over the world and Zhang Qian stepped onto the Ziwu Road. Less than two miles along the road, he saw several families.

The first household, before he could reach the door, hurriedly closed the wooden door, and his movements were even more flexible than the monks in Xiangji Temple. The second household, he knocked on the courtyard gate for a long time, and the inside was silent. The third household, the door was hidden, but he had just stopped at the door, and before his fingers could touch the door panel, a donkey-sized guardian dog rushed out of the inside!

"Don't bite, I'm not a bad guy!" Without the strength to fight with the dog, Zhang Qian turned around and ran away. He ran more than half a mile in one breath before finally throwing the guard dog behind him.

"Damn, what about the chickens and pigs who have agreed to stay in the good times in the good times? What about the mulberry and hemp? What about the friends who have agreed to come from afar? What about the lies? What about the book is all about lies!" Zhang Qian held his knees with his hands while panting and scolding, and once again he was in tears.
Chapter completed!