The wooden wheels rolled over the bumpy official road, making a messy sound. Along with the sound of gurgling water not far away, there was a feeling of tranquility that was rarely enjoyed by city dwellers in that world.
When he first arrived, Luochuan was actually a little happy.
Because there really are gods in this world.
Not to mention the nine realms in the legend, just saying that one can fly with a sword after practicing Taoism in the four realms. To Luo Chuan in his previous life, this was already unbelievable and extremely divine.
Not to mention that this world also has extremely mysterious creatures that can transform into monsters. There are dragons and phoenixes on the top, the legacy of the Nine Saints, and there are cordyceps on the bottom that can turn into spirits. It is so bizarre that it is like a living Book of Mountains and Seas, and it is difficult to describe it even with all his imagination.
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But after he vaguely finished reading Luochuan's understanding of the world in this life, he understood the various aspects of the world from a more three-dimensional level, those desperate, sad, miserable, helpless, and even numb and indifferent.
Unkind, yet so natural as the jungle of the jungle...
In the final analysis, being reincarnated into this world as a human being is a game of Russian roulette with a narrow chance of death.
A very small number of lucky people fall into wealthy families, and enjoy a position of power that is beyond Luo Chuan's imagination. It is an extremely cruel class benefit that cannot be summed up in the words "life and death".
The vast majority of people who fall into ordinary families are considered blessed if they can survive by struggling hard to keep their family fed. Their dignity and freedom are out of the question, not to mention that so many of them have to struggle on the line of life and death.
For the characters above, once God has not rewarded you with food for a while, it is a great blessing to have the opportunity to become a slave. Otherwise, if you don't beg for a living and become a refugee, your life and death will be entirely determined by God's will.
This does not include the Siyi land that even Luochuan in this world does not know about. I only saw some records from some fragments in some ancient books. They basically describe the respect of monsters and the support of human races. It is better.
Some can still live humbly as slaves and maidservants, and some of them are even reduced to blood food. That world is simply much more vicious and cruel than the hell Luo Chuan knew in his previous life...
Even if he still feels that the records and legends of Zhongzhou have some water in the affairs of Seyi, I am afraid that they are not made up out of thin air. Just look at Zhongzhou Dading, as a human nation, and its cruelty towards its own kind is often even greater than that of the slave era on earth.
, you know how vicious the situation in this world can be caused by people or monsters with the ability to reach the heaven and the earth.
In this world, Luochuan entered the capital at the age of three and never left. His understanding of the world was based on books and stories told by the old coachman Jiang Bo. His body was imprisoned in this big city.
Thoughts flew over the city wall countless times...
Luo Chuan thought with some regret, how wonderful it would be if it was Luo Chuan who walked out of that city in a carriage.
He opened his eyes and looked at the car window. The curtains were gently swaying in the breeze, and the sunlight outside the window fell mottled in the car, covering the cold autumn air with a layer of warm color.
"I heard that the terrain of Wuzhou in the northwest is relatively high, and the image of wilderness is majestic. It has the majestic Kunlun Mountains, which is known as the blessed land of heaven, and the Nu River and the Wei River come from here. The land is fertile and conducive to farming and animal husbandry. The folk customs are fierce and warriors are unparalleled," Luo Chuan's gaze
From the window curtain, he moved to the little beggar who always stayed in the corner of the carriage with his head bowed and silent, with a smile in his eyes, "No matter how you look at it, it is the prosperity of the best state in the world. Am I right?"
The silent little beggar who was huddled silently in the corner trembled when he heard the words. He quickly raised his head and glanced at Luochuan. The emotion in his eyes seemed to be panic and understanding. He only looked at him for a moment and then lowered his head again, "Wuzhou
There are many mountains and valleys in the six counties. Although it is the birthplace of two major rivers, it is not actually rich in water veins. The only areas that can be considered fertile are Qingjun, which is adjacent to Jingzhou and Hanzhou, and Fujia.
There is no comparison between Jiangzhou and Jiangzhou." The little beggar paused and shook his head slightly, "It is true that the folk customs are strong, but it is just that the land is so vast and the people are sparse that it is difficult to create a climate. It is impossible to talk about the number one state in the world..."
The one who spoke was an extremely gentle and moving female voice!
The beautiful woman who was reading quietly didn't seem surprised. She didn't raise her head as if she didn't hear the conversation between the two, or wasn't interested at all.
The heroic woman on the other side opened her mouth and stared at the little beggar with her beautiful eyes, looking up and down. She couldn't figure out how the thin beggar in front of her with tattered clothes and muddy face could say such a thing.
She spoke elegant Mandarin and was able to answer questions calmly in front of her own son, especially the female voice... Her eyes gradually moved to the little beggar's curled-up chest, and she couldn't see any clues.
Luo Chuan smiled and continued to ask, "Do you know me and the young master of the prefect's family in Ling County, Wuzhou who was almost stabbed to death outside Sanguan?"
"I had an acquaintance with the young master of the Lingjun Prefect's family, but I don't know you." The little beggar slowly raised his head, his eyes intersected with Luo Chuan again, without the previous complicated emotions, he was calm and gentle, "I just saw that
This Uncle Jiang is extraordinary, so I came here to try it out, but unexpectedly... he was recognized by the young master."
This was the first time Luo Chuan took a serious look at the little beggar's face in front of him. Although it was full of dirt, he could still see the soft and plump contours. Coupled with the pair of black and white eyes, clear and flawless, "This
It's just the fate between us." He smiled and continued to look at the sunlight leaking out from under the curtains of the car window. "We will cross the Han River south, pass through Huaicheng in Hanoi County, and go west to Jin in Guang County.
City, and then go south through Yongchang County to Li County. If your people cannot find and take you away before we reach Jincheng, you will have to figure out the rest of the way by yourself."
The little beggar nodded, still staring at Luo Chuan's profile calmly, and said softly, "You know me."
Luo Chuan shook his head, "I don't know him, but it's not difficult to guess." There was a hint of admiration in his tone, "When I was young, I heard that the current prefect of Jincheng County in the northwest is a tough-blooded and tender hero.
In the battle between Nushui Xiongguan and Xiyi, the city was shattered, mountains collapsed, and the river turned red. They did not give in an inch of ground. After this battle, Xiongguan has not had a war for twenty years. It is such a peerless warrior who only marries one person in his life and loves his wife early.
He died without marrying, leaving only one daughter... I originally thought that a golden person like you should have returned to Jincheng safely some time ago, but I didn't expect that there was such a fate.
Surprised."
He said he was surprised, but there was no hint of surprise on his face.
"Please let me get in the car. My son's originally smooth return journey... may not be smooth," the little beggar lowered his head and murmured, "I didn't know you..."
"We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we meet before..." Luo Chuan suddenly sighed, "I have heard those pillars of the capital say more than once recently that the world will be in chaos when protons return home. I have not read many books.
People, but they also feel that in such a huge world, if just a few protons returning home can stir up chaos, then is it that the world is too fragile, or are all the people in the world too stupid?"
He turned to look out the car window.
There, a gust of wind had already blown the curtain high.
And the sky is outside the window.
The beautiful woman who had left the carriage at some time was falling gracefully, her clothes as white as snow, like a fairy descending from the dust.
Above her head, there was a bloody claw shadow as huge as an umbrella cover.