The next morning, Chen Qiu woke up again by the birds' cries.

I am still full of energy, but my lumbar spine is a little painful.

This is normal. He asked him to sit in the posture of facing the sky for a whole night.

Chen Qiu got out of the bed, put on his shoes, and placed Chengying Sword on the table. He habitually wanted to take out the bedding and bask in the sun, but when he picked up the bedding, he suddenly stopped.

Yes.

I'm leaving today, I probably don't need to dry my bedding, right?

Chen Qiu curled his lips and threw the bedding on the bed, but after thinking about it, he reached out and folded it gently like the dormitory he lived in his previous life.

I also made some awkward tofu cubes in a very bad mood.

He took out a large cloth bag from the corner of the room, which was also the spoil "given" by the black guards of the Dutong Emperor.

Chen Qiu put all his things into a bag, and then wrapped the two hand axes with three layers of oil paper and his already ragged linen clothes to wrap the axe blade and put it in his pocket.

The black guards gave Chen Qiu and Shan Gui a lot of black long gowns and short dresses. They can change one outfit every day and it can be changed for more than half a month.

In fact, the black long gown on the mountain ghost was a passionate Northern Dynasty person who crossed the Taihang Mountains half a year ago and gave it to him from afar.

It was a standard robe of the black-clothed guard. When worn outside the mountain, it might cause trouble for Chen Qiu and Qingqing.

Therefore, except for the blue long gowns used by Lord Dutong to change, Chen Qiu left all the black long gowns to Shan Gui.

He walked to the door with his bag on his back and looked back at the house he had lived in for almost 20 days.

The yellow mud is built with black wooden beams. The ground is filled with uneven land and the roof is filled with thatch.

It's very hot during the day and cold at night. After cleaning it a little, the room will be covered with dust.

In the cramped house, there is only a crooked bed, and there will be a rattle when you turn over, and there will be a wooden table.

The shape is strange, it should have been cut by the mountain ghost himself with an axe.

Although a chair is not as unique as Qingqing's lame chair, it is definitely not comfortable.

There was a window paper sticking on the window, but the window paper had been torn apart, and a cold wind blew in the mountains at night. When I first moved here, Chen Qiu was awakened by the cold every night.

Later, I learned the internal strength of true qi and became better.

This is a bad place.

A modern person, even the most powerful hiker, will never live in this place for 2 days, and will run away crying and crying for her parents.

In Shen Qiu's "hometown" memory, even in the most remote mountainous areas, such houses are rare.

Chen Qiu seemed to have never known how bad this house was.

It was not until he was about to leave here that he realized that he had lived in a modern "hell" for almost 20 days, and even felt a sense of enjoyment.

Are you crazy?

Or after jumping into this world, being assimilated by the low productivity of this world?

Do you really think of yourself as an ancient person?

Probably not.

So...

What exactly is that made Chen Qiu ignore this bad life?

Chen Qiu couldn't find the answer for a while.

He reached out his hand silently, touched the table, then picked up the Hei Buqiu Chengying Sword, turned around and pushed open the door.

The sunlight shines into the room, projecting Chen Qiu's shadow on the uneven ground, with a little dazzling look, making Chen Qiu's eyes warm.

He covered his eyes and took a step forward.

He walked into the sun and saw the Qingqing girl hiding in a lame chair, holding a bamboo pole, and teaching the mountain ghost to recognize words.

Ah, yes.

He thought of the answer.

Whether the house is good or not, whether the place is bad or not, is it a hell on earth? These are not important!

Whether the bed is soft or not, the furniture is not exquisite, whether it is a simple meal or a delicious delicacy is not important!

What matters is never a place.

What matters is who you are with.

What makes Chen Qiu ignore all the bad things around him and only keeps the best memories is not this bad room, the terrible toilet, nor this extra fresh air, nor the Milky Way starry sky above his head at night.

They are the two people in front of you.

The junior sister Fan Qingqing, Chen Qiu's first friend he met in this world...

Maybe it's more appropriate to call your family.

The mountain ghost Gongsun Yu, in a sense, led Chen Qiu into martial arts and relieved his heartbroken friends...

brother.

Whether it is the intimacy that Xiao Qingqing showed by the slap of the mouth or the simplicity and trust that Gongsun Yu showed, these are all things that Chen Qiu could hardly feel in that highly developed society.

Standing in the sunshine, looking at Qingqing and Shan Gui, a very nonsensical thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

A society with highly developed productivity should have been the paradise on earth that these ancients dreamed of, but why did they have no nostalgia for that era, and just opened their arms and threw themselves into this strange and backward world?

So, what has technology brought about?

Have we evolved or degenerated again?

In the developed society where material desires are rampant, those who live with people and invisible masks, and in the world before us, mountain ghosts live with masks.

Who is more cute?

In Shen Qiu's hometown, girls as old as Qingqing wore princess dresses and ate Haagen-Dazs. They were wearing heavy makeup at a young age, and were more mature than social people.

Qingqing in front of her, wearing coarse cloth clothes and covered with patches she had sewn, she lost a lot of weight. She only added salted meat and roasted black and gray potatoes would make her happy all day.

She will never be able to eat the taste of Haagen-Dazs in her life, and she will never understand why there are young ladies of the same age who are distorted in their values ​​to recognize obese and greasy middle-aged men as their godfathers.

But will anyone hate Qingqing like this?

Even Chen Qiu himself.

In his hometown, he was framed and lost his job, drank alcohol to relieve his sorrow, indulged in his voice, buried his depression in his heart, covered his anger into a smirk, and smiled just for a job that could make a living.

Here, he held a sharp axe in his hand and aroused his grudges. For the sake of a strange old man with a strange temper who had never blinked, he followed an assassin who killed people without blinking.

Following the mountain ghost, almost 20 people were killed in three days...

He didn't even know the black guards who died under his axe. He only knew that Lu Buji died because of them, and that he and Qingqing almost died at their hands.

He was very angry, he didn't need to hide that anger. As long as he had the ability, he could vent his anger.

Is he crazy?

A modern person with higher education has become a murderous devil in just over a dozen days.

Is he crazy?

But why, he didn't resist this change?

Is it because I have been suppressed for too long, or because I have never liked the so-called growth of an adult?

Is it because of the desire for freedom?

Not really.

Chen Qiu knew very well that indulging freedom is self-destruction, and only the freedom that is bound is perfect freedom.

This is his creed in life and his bottom line.

So, what is attracting him to continue to fall into this new world that is still unfamiliar?

"Senior Brother! Why are you doing there in a daze? Hey, why are you carrying a bag? You are talking."

Qingqing's shouts woke Chen Qiu up from those meaningless thoughts.

He blinked blankly and looked back at the room behind him.

Tsk, no matter how you beautify it, this house is still really bad...

Chen Qiu turned around and walked towards Qingqing and Shan Gui.

He reached out and touched Qingqing's head and whispered:

"We are leaving, Qingqing, go back to Suzhou."

“???”

Qingqing's silly girl drank too much last night and fell asleep. She didn't know about Chen Qiu's conversation with Shan Gui. As soon as she learned about this news, she was stunned.

She looked at Chen Qiu blankly, then looked down at the mountain ghost squatting there.

Gongsun Yu did not look up, but the bamboo branches in his hand were tightly clenched.
To be continued...