Pick up the picture scroll to "raise" the general

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Qian Yu, who was ignorant of picking up money, coveted an antique scroll, but unexpectedly caused big trouble.

There are magical secrets hidden in the scroll,

The story of the magic pen Ma Liang is not purely fictional.

Green pure natural food cheerfully beckons.

It's just that I haven't been able to have a good night yet, not only do I have an extra thousand-year-old corpse general to support,

despised, irritated, despised against impotence,

He was also disliked as not enough. Men were drilled every day like soldiers.

Relying on the external picture scroll world, pick up a general and skip the day.

This is an ancient general who half-hidden his nature and took pleasure in bullying his owner.

It is a story between a college student who dared to be angry but dared not lighten his sorrow and raise a general.

The urban fantasy color is relaxed and cheerful, but I hope the audience will smile and be happy.

Content tags: Huanxi Enemy Proximity Farming Articles

Search keywords: Protagonist: Qian Yu; General (Qian Jun)

1. Picking up money but not knowing...

Qian Yu unloaded his backpack, put down the bag in his hand, swept the dead branches and fallen leaves in front of the grave, cleared a few handfuls of weeds, took out the yellow paper in the bag and put it on the grave, lit the one in his hand, threw down.

The flames spread quickly, and the scorching flames gnawed at the rough yellow paper. The bright red color quickly turned to black gray, and drifted away in front of the grave with the hot wind.

"Dad, Mom, everything is fine with me, and Grandma Wang is also very energetic, so you can rest assured. The university is not as good as you imagined. The food is like pig food, the dormitory is like a doghouse, the north wind blows in the classroom, and the classmates look down on you. , The teacher is crazy in class. Fortunately, the holidays are normal, and the summer vacation is long enough."

Qian Yu fiddled with the yellow paper with a wooden stick, and the flames burned even more.

"I didn't come to see you this year because there are a lot of freshmen, but there's nothing to say, as long as you know that you're living a good life, I don't have to worry about it here."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the empty mound, before he spoke for a long time, "I haven't informed the Qian family and the Li family, parents, don't mind, anyway, I have nothing to do with them now. I have been away from those two families for more than ten years They’re all down, and the days have passed, so they thought they were something. Your son is doing well, and he will bring it to you when he finds a wife.”

Seeing that the paper money was completely burned, Qian Yu picked up the backpack on the ground and patted the bottom of the bag, only to see the thick stack of yellow paper that was originally blocked by the backpack.

"Tsk, I'm really blind. I can't even see this. Ming paper was also bought in RMB." After laughing at himself, he picked up the yellow paper and put it in his bag. Qian Yu quickly walked towards the foot of the mountain behind the village with his long legs. Walking away, he was still muttering, "It's cheap for you, good luck for you."

The small village has never been able to hide anything, let alone the "vigorous" news that the archaeological team came to this ravine.

When Qian Yu returned to the village the night before yesterday, he heard countless people telling him about this matter. In the past two days, the news kept pouring into his ears, such as "ancient tombs", "noble figures" and "major discoveries!" "Our village is going to be famous!".

Qian Yu doesn't like archaeologists very much. On the surface, archaeology is to study history and make contributions to the country and the world, but after all, it's still digging people's ancestral graves.

He is not very feudal and superstitious, but he feels that it is unkind to disturb the peace of the dead.

But after all, the living are more important than the dead, and if he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it. If he can find out something, he will still...

In fact, Qian Yu knew about this mausoleum. There were tomb robbers who lived in their house when they were young.

The father of the Qian family is honest and honest, and the mother is also gentle and gentle. Although the work of those sweaty people is not up to the mark, they do things pretty well.He gave the Qian family couple two tickets, and gave little Qian Yu a small toy bought in the city.

When they were talking about work, they didn't shy away from little Qian Yu, saying that there was a valuable treasure land in the back mountain of the village.Knowing nothing, little Qian Yu also sneaked over to look at it himself. As a child, he thought he could pick up a gold ingot or something, but unfortunately he only found that lonely small graveyard in the path at the foot of the mountain, isn't it? It's very conspicuous, I don't know how long it's been there, and I don't know which one it belongs to.

After several years, I have never seen anyone burn paper there.

Hearing what the villagers said in the past two days, Qian Yu remembered that graveyard, which happened to be on the top of the hill that the archaeological team excavated. I don't know if it is still there.

But for a quarter of an hour's journey, the back mountain where no one was seen after walking for half a day in the past was very lively.Qian Yu didn't follow along to watch the excitement, but turned to the small road on the slope of the back mountain. After a few steps, he saw a small mound of dirt on the wasteland with dense weeds. There are obvious footsteps.

"Tch." With a pursed lip, Qian Yu walked over in two steps at a time, took out the remaining yellow paper in the bag, threw it in front of the grave and set it on fire.

"It's a waste to keep it, so it's better to burn it to you that no one has offered."

Seeing that all the yellow paper was burned, Qian Yu picked up the shoulder strap of his backpack and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, a sudden gust of wind blew over, perhaps the paper scraps were blown into his eyes, Qian Yu rubbed his eyes fiercely, and cursed, "It's unlucky to say that good people can't do it, what kind of world is this."

His eyes were sore, and he blinked and shed a few tears, which also calmed down. He turned his head and stared at the grave, Qian Yu quickened his pace and walked back.

But this time, he didn't take a few steps, and he stepped on something and sprained, and he staggered and almost fell like a dog eating shit.

"Damn, is there such a bad luck!"

Qian Yu turned around and raised his foot to kick something that tripped him. With a "snap", the thing flew out and smashed down.

It looked familiar from a distance, but when I came closer out of curiosity, it turned out to be a picture scroll.

Qian Yu, this young man, learned to paint from Granny Wang since he came to the house when he was a child. Seeing that the picture scroll on the ground was not cheap, he picked it up greedily.

The rather antique style, unfolding along the scroll, is actually blank, and the picture is so white and clean that it doesn't look like it's on the ground.

Feeling the texture of the paper was unexpectedly good, Qian Yu couldn't help being a little happy.

The brand-new appearance of this picture scroll can't be an antique, it's probably dropped by someone.He knew everyone in this village, but no one was good at painting. It could only be lost by the archaeological team.

"Tsk", smashing his mouth, Qian Yu rolled up the scroll again and stuffed it into his bag. Instead of leaving it here to collect dust, he might as well take it back and use it.

Is it okay to pick up gold?Just take it as their retribution for touching the cemetery.

In this room, Qian Yu happily walked away humming a ditty with his bag on his back. It was completely impossible to find that a strong wind suddenly blew over the cemetery, scraping away all the black scraps of paper in front of the cemetery, leaving nothing behind.

After returning to the room, Qian Yu rushed back to the room to turn on the light, and impatiently opened his backpack and took out the painting scroll. He turned it over and over again in his hand, thinking that he could draw a picture and send it to his mother-in-law before her birthday. The second is to let the mother-in-law see the apprentice's grades.

But there was some weird sound when the scroll was turning over. Qian Yu held the scroll and shook it, and sure enough there was a crashing sound.

He looked at the picture scroll with a frown, stared at it again and again, reached out his hand to touch the fixed end of the four corners, and when he touched the upper left, he suddenly pulled the top cover off.

There is something hidden in it!Qian Yu realized it all at once, and quickly picked up the scroll and turned it down...

With a "click", an ordinary brush with a thick shaft fell on the table.

Yo, why not pick one and get one free?

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2. Magical paintings and pens...

At night, Qian Yu, who is a night owl by nature, can't sleep in bed. The computer is at home in Z City and has nothing to do now, so he can only count sheep with his eyes closed.

One sheep, two sheep, before reaching three sheep, he suddenly thought of the popular cartoon X Yangyang and Hui X wolf, the sad wolves.In the future, when you marry a wife, don't be exposed to red x wolves. You can't live a life of domestic violence, it's too embarrassing.

Thinking about it, he began to miss those classic domestic cartoons when he was a child, such as Havoc in X Palace, Nezha in X, Shuke X Tower, etc. Which one is not better than the shocking 3D that is shown on TV now?

Thinking about it, he thought of the brushes and picture scrolls that he had collected money today, and somehow he thought of the outstanding inspirational animation of magic pen Xliang that is YY to the extreme.

"You won't find a magic pen, will you?"

With his head resting on his arms, Qian Yu rolled his eyes in self-contempt, "Sure enough, I've read too many X-point novels."

But I still have such extravagant hopes in my heart.Big boy, who doesn't like to fantasize about it.

Blinking and sitting up, Qian Yu, who was still in good spirits, went to the table, opened his backpack, took out the painting scroll and brush, poured some water into the cup, dipped some water, and drew a vivid little rabbit on the table.

One second...two seconds...three seconds...half a minute...no response.

"Qian Yu, you really have lost your mind." After patting his head, Qian Yu sighed, "You can have a YY spirit, but you still have to be realistic."

As he muttered, his eyes moved to the clean picture scroll again, "Try?"

He was a little moved, but the picture scroll didn't look cheap, he hesitated for a while, and rubbed his nose talking to himself, "Anyway, I can afford a picture scroll."

After making up my mind, I picked up a pen and drew a lively and lovely little oriole on the scroll.

"Damn it?" Just as the last stroke was falling, the water mark that outlined the oriole on the screen suddenly disappeared!

Holding the pen, Qian Yu stared at the place with wide eyes, reached out and touched it again and again, but felt nothing, the place was as smooth and clean as if it had never been wet.

My hands were trembling, and a mess of thoughts came to my mind. I thought of the seventh part of a certain fake? Children's literature that was just released. There was a notebook that absorbs ink and chatted with people. In fact, it lived with a sucker. O monster of vitality! [note 1]

A series of horrific thoughts of being killed made him tremble, and he almost threw the things in his hand.

"Jing myself to scare myself!" After a while, he regained his senses and pinched his arm fiercely. Qian Yu grinned and muttered, "Could it be that brother is destined to be cannon fodder? Can't think of something good!"

The chill was instantly repelled by the anticipation brought by the strange phenomenon, "It's not good to have too much YY, right? It's okay to have some YY right?"

Thinking that a certain master author had something to say and mentioned it - the golden finger should not be opened too much, Qian Yu began to reflect: creating creatures is too against the sky, they are things with intelligence, the domain of gods, Ma Liang's luck Not everyone has it.

Then let's change?Try to draw something that doesn't have any sense?

Unwilling to give up, Qian Yu picked up the pen and dipped some water in it to draw a few tufts of grass in the corner of the scroll. Finally, he turned the pen, closed the pen and raised his hand, staring at the place expectantly.

This time the water marks did not disappear!The colorless water marks really gradually turned green, and within two seconds of Qian Yu's dumbfounded, a tuft of vibrant grass appeared in the corner of the scroll, shaking a few times from time to time!

Shit, is it really the protagonist?

Qian Yu rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then his eyes widened suddenly. There were really tufts of fresh green grass shaking on the screen!

In the middle of the night, Qian Yu's spirit was unprecedentedly good, staring at the grass on the scroll almost burned that place.

The pie is falling from the sky~ I got smashed hard today... Ah no, I got tripped hard today!

Looking at the pen in his hand, Qian Yu dabs some water on the tip of the pen stupidly and draws a grass on the table - no response.Rolling his eyes, he flipped through his bag, took out his notebook, tore off a page and continued to draw - still no response.

He grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth. It was really a match, and he was really lucky.

but……

The corners of the upturned mouth drooped down, just such a picture scroll, how much is enough to draw?And the most important question is, it's useless to paint this thing alive, it's still painting!

What does it say in the novel?

Qian Yu stared at the tuft of grass, desperately thinking about the grass coming out, the grass coming out, the grass coming out... Suddenly something grew in his tightly packed hands, and Qian Yu was so scared that he threw it out with his hands, only to see a few leaves of grass Floating down from mid-air.

He turned his head sharply to look at the picture scroll, it was empty!I eagerly reached out and touched it again and again, it was just like new!

Hey~ The corners of his mouth were raised again, Qian Yu was happy in his heart, who said that reading novels can't be useful, reading~ stimulates thinking!I didn't expect that he would also encounter fantasy one day. I am really grateful to the buddies in the dormitory who dragged him into the vortex of reading novels. Those are all inspirations!

Excited, Qian Yu started his great development project, while reviewing the plots of the novels he had read before, he began to think about how to maximize the usefulness.

First of all, find out what type of things can "live" after painting.

A person's life is nothing more than four aspects: food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

Qian Yu glanced at the clear water in the cup, no ink was used, it was clean and pollution-free, really convenient.

I started painting fruits after getting wet—no way, the price of fruits is rising steadily now.

An orange... the water is gone.

An apple... the water is gone.

A strawberry... the water is gone.

Qian Yu raised his eyebrows, he was very confident in his realistic skills, the painting was no different from the real one.In other words, the fruit cannot "live"?

Then came: the picture bag, no; chocolate, no shadow; the dish, disappeared...

Wipe... nothing to eat? !

Qian Yu is depressed now, living and intelligent people can't draw, and dead things like eating can't, it's really not interesting.

Then try to draw a dress?Pulling out the T-shirt and laying it on the table, Qian Yu outlined the outline with a few brush strokes, and finished the stroke in anticipation...the water marks disappeared.

What about living?Blinking and thinking about it, old things like pens and scrolls don't look like they are advanced enough to make home appliances. What about furniture?

Picking up the pen to continue the experiment, while looking at the small bed made by the carpenter next to him, he wrote the pen to describe, and soon, the last stroke was left.

Qian Yu prayed in his heart, this time he must do it!Neatly ticked off the last stroke...

Nothing.

Now Qian Yu is completely depressed, food, clothing, housing, transportation, the first three items are not good, let alone draw a car.

What kind of crap, Xiao thought of Qian Yu, who made the magic brush X Liangli come true, and was very disappointed.Twisting his lips and drooping his head, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

With a sigh, he stood up and pressed one hand on the back of the chair, while picking up the scroll with the other, Qian Yu sighed.

"Practicality is really poor. The protagonists of Niu X in the novel all get the omnipotent baby. Heh, at least come to a storage device that is popular throughout the novel."

Teasing the corners of his mouth mockingly, he looked at the chair under him and shouted strangely, "Come on, put it in~"

As soon as the words were finished, Qian Yu suddenly lost his hands, and fell to the ground defenselessly.

Note 1: The Harry Potter series, one of Voldemort's horcruxes, is a sojourning notebook for soul pieces that absorb people's vitality to deceive people.

The author has something to say: Guess what this tasteless scroll and pen can do~

3. Use your imagination...

Qian Yu lay on the ground stupidly, blinking his eyes, ignoring the pain, he rolled his eyes, and his gaze fell on the painting scroll that fell on the ground, "It's amazing..."

I saw that the chair really fell into the painting, occupying the size of four square keyboard keys, and the color and shape were as real as the photos.

Qian Yu jumped up all of a sudden, holding the scroll in both hands and staring at the screen.Feeling playful, he stared at the chair and thought about moving it. The chair that was originally in the middle of the picture really appeared in the corner instantly.

My God~ The lost mood was swept away, Qian Yu touched the things in the room with great interest, and then stared at the things he thought about with his eyes in the air—failure, no one failed after a lot of experiments, everything was fine Put it in the picture scroll.

Even home appliances, food and other things that don't work can be stuffed in, but the picture is a little messy, and you have to hold the scroll in one hand and touch the real thing with the other.

When he came back to his senses, the room was empty. Qian Yu quickly stared at the tables and chairs on the scroll, thinking about the tables and chairs coming out, but there was no flash of white light or anything. The tables and chairs suddenly appeared in the place where he was standing.

After repeatedly putting it in and taking it out several times, Qian Yu, who discovered the storage function, was so happy in his heart.

But after thinking about it, this brush and painting scroll are the same set. The painting scroll can store things, but the pen can't draw food, clothing, housing and transportation. It's too tasteless.

Sighing and frowning, Qian Yu, who was slumped on the chair, held up the scroll and looked at it again and again. How could it be so weak?Although the storage function is very good, it can't be used for any big purpose, and it can't be blatantly used as a moving company.

Is it possible to go to the mall to "touch" a bunch of things and come back?He doesn't do such illegal things, he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, if he is caught, it will be ruined!

X Liang, X Liang~ You are really enviable!

Sighing and putting down the scroll, holding the brush and turning it with his fingertips, Qian Yu looked at the ceiling and continued to think about what else he hadn't thought of.

Inanimate things, vegetation, rivers, sky, earth... earth...

"Oh, you idiot, farm!" Qian Yu jumped up and started circling with his hands behind his back, "If things can go in, people should also be able to go in. Draw a land that is most suitable for farming, and then bring the seeds in. If you draw If the world inside can develop naturally, then it will be done!"

Excitedly talking to himself, Qian Yu didn't forget to moisten his throat with saliva, and he didn't care how many times the water in the cup soaked the brush.

"There are sky, land, mountains and rivers, fertile fields and fertile soil, and you don't have to worry about land use, water sources, pollution, or insect damage!" Qian Yu wished he could draw it right away, but even though he moved from the city when he was five years old, After arriving in the village, a year later, he lived in the house of Grandma Wang in the city and went to school. He would only come back on weekends and holidays. He had never planted land before.

He also just heard that the black land in Heijiang seems to be the most suitable for farming, but what does the black land look like?

Maybe it doesn't need to be as realistic as the magic pen X Liangli?

With the mentality of trying, Qian Yu drew an abstract sycamore tree in his head, thinking of the common sycamore trees on the side of the road, and saw the water marks fluctuating, and the water marks moved slowly by themselves. After a while, a vivid sycamore tree appeared The tree "live"—exactly what he had in mind.

Then the sycamore tree shook for a while, and suddenly shrank to a small tree, with the function of automatically shrinking and saving the screen.

Empiricism is evil.

Qian Yu sighed with emotion, and happily began to think about how to draw a piece of farmland.In a flash of inspiration, XX Farm, a game that has been widely circulated and loved by the public, emerged.

It's just that even if I paint it now, I don't have any seeds to experiment with.

Qian Yu sat back in disappointment. As soon as his brain cooled down, his thinking became clear.

He is very busy, but he doesn't know whether the time in the painting is dead or alive. If it is dead time, the seed will not break out of the shell and sprout, and nothing will grow.

But at least now he can try to see if he can go in?His brain was hot again, Qian Yu put his hands on the painting and muttered in his heart!

His eyes were blank, Qian Yu blinked, his surroundings were blank, he was no longer in the room.Turning his head and looking, even the ground beneath his feet was covered with whiteness, but there was a tall plane tree beside him, which was the one on the picture just now.

In other words, he really came in!

Qian Yu grinned, picked up the falling leaves, closed his eyes and started thinking about going out, opened his eyes cautiously again, and came back!He is holding a sycamore leaf in his hand.

In addition to his excitement, he was also afraid for a while. If he just entered the painting and couldn't get out, he would really be trapped for a lifetime.No, he will die of starvation and thirst in a short time.How could he be so stupid just now.

But since nothing happened, Qian Yu didn't hesitate anymore. Anyway, as long as it is roughly similar to what he thinks in his head, the things he draws can be automatically corrected, which is very convenient.

No more thinking about it, Qian Yu concentrated on sketching the strange-shaped clouds, a lake over there, some green grass and trees, some wild flowers, and most importantly, the same grid-shaped farmland as in XX Farm, um, plus A XX ranch-like base.

Every time a painting is finished, a vivid object will automatically appear on the scroll, and it will be shrunk down by half. Move and organize things with your thoughts, just like God created his own world, moving mountains and seas. Qian Yu looked at his masterpiece excitedly. Not to mention how beautiful it is.

It's a pity that there is still a small wooden house missing. Qian Yu held the pen and thought about going in to the lake. He raised his head and opened his eyes again. There was an exceptionally clean and blue sky that couldn't be seen in the city, with strangely shaped white clouds, and the breeze blew Face, and then take a deep breath of fresh air, the mood is exceptionally comfortable.

His round eyes turned to the lake next to him. It was bigger than he expected, with clear water surface and shallow ripples. The most amazing thing was that beside the lake were lush aquatic plants and terrestrial vegetation that Qian Yu didn't draw. The place is very comfortable for swimming in summer!

No, maybe some crabs and fish too.

Thinking about the hairy crabs that someone sent to Grandma Wang's house a while ago... Ouch, I can't stop drooling.

Shaking his head and turning around to look at his farmland, Qian Yu was surprised to find that the square field was not the small tofu cubes he saw on the computer, but the grid he drew was actually a large piece of farmland.Looking at it this way, there is no end in sight.

If the picture scrolls are received in a safe place, a tent will be set up here in the future, and daily necessities will be brought in to form a temporary nest.But it's a pity that there is no electricity here...

After graduating from university, go to work hard first, make a living, and a man will naturally have a career.Whether it is the face of the family or the future wife and children, it is only acceptable, and we must show the two families how outstanding the parents' children are!

However, food can be grown here, raised here, completely non-toxic and pollution-free, natural green food, and only cost price; the weather here is suitable and there should be no seasonal changes, it is good to hide here in summer or winter, there is no computer to use Laptop is fully charged - reading novels, playing games is not allowed, isn't it just that you can't play online games.

When you want to watch the snow and enjoy the flowers, you can also draw the corresponding environment to change the weather and adjust it~ hey.

In the future, if you are tired and don't want to work, you can rely on this place to enjoy your old age, plant fields, raise flowers, and play with pets.

Excitedly planning his old age, Qian Yu took out the picture scroll and put the things into the bag, hugging the bag tightly in his arms and lying on the bed.

After a lot of tossing, it was almost dawn, and Qian Yu, who was struck by fatigue, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Qian Yu, who thought he had picked up a huge bargain, could have a mysterious experience, and a bright future, didn't know that the future that was waiting for him had nothing to do with a bright future.

The author has something to say: roll over, encourage~

4. You can't pick up pies...

Qian Yu fell into a drowsy sleep, and his body was heavy. The noise and screams outside gave him a headache.

Sitting up and rubbing his messy hair, isn't it just that an archaeological team has come, how many days have passed, why is it still so lively, and let no one sleep.

Full of complaints, I turned on my phone and saw, well, it was almost 11 o'clock.

Sitting on the bed, Qian Yu was still a little dazed. Last night's dream was too real and too beautiful. He actually dreamed of his own fantasy world. He found a magical picture scroll that could store things, farm, breed, and provide for the elderly. And a magic pen set.

Although the dream in the back is a bit scary, but it is probably because I have heard too much about the mausoleum and mausoleum recently, and it becomes a nightmare if I think about it.

I think about it day by day and dream at night. All in all, I have read too many farming and tomb robbery novels recently, so I should read Xianxia instead.

Sighing, it is undeniable that Qian Yu is really envious of the invincible luck of the hero in the novel, whether it is wealth or beauty luck, most of them are upside down.

But one has to be realistic in life, and the plots in the novel are just fantasy after all. For a petty citizen like him, he should just go to university and study hard to get a job as a civil servant.

Copying the messy short hair and preparing to get out of bed, Qian Yu's legs had just touched the bottom, and before his head could be raised, a heavy object suddenly pressed his neck...

"%*&."

Staring dumbfounded at the pair of big naked feet in front of him, Qian Yu was very sure that the man standing in front of him must be a tall and tall man.

His eyes stared sideways desperately, and the black and simple broad knife was resting on his neck against his face, the cold touch and cold breath were extremely terrifying.

He didn't dare to move, his neck stiffened and he tried to smile, even though the other party could only see the head of his head, "Brother, if you have something to say, keep your hands steady and don't get excited! Just take whatever you want, I will Definitely not calling the police!"

"*&(#."

The man spoke an unfamiliar language, and Qian Yu couldn't understand it at all; but it didn't matter, as soon as the pressure on his neck was gone, he immediately retracted his legs and retreated to the bed to lean against the wall, tremblingly burying his head between his legs Jian shouted, "I don't affect you, and I don't see you! Take what you want!"

What a man's backbone, Mao!It's not worth giving your life to a thief!I'd rather have a human bomb and a stick than be hacked by a thief.

"*&(."

Qian Yu ignored the language barrier, hugged himself and continued to hide.

"Qian... Yu." The dry and weird pronunciation was like the feeling of a non-speaking child learning to speak.

Qian Yu's trembling stopped immediately, and he looked up.

So familiar.

The emotion of fear was diluted by doubts, Qian Yu frowns and desperately thinks back, the scene in the dream reappears, isn't the man in the tomb just...

He suddenly widened his eyes and trembled his lips, and it took a long time for two syllables with inflections to emerge, "General?"

The man raised his eyebrows, grinned, and nodded.

Qian Yu sat there in a daze, turned his eyes, turned his head, relaxed his body and crawled into the bed, "The dream is not over yet, I must still be dreaming." Then he pulled up the thin blanket and closed his eyes.

"Qian... Yu. Qian Yu..."

Weird and awkward pronunciation, but the voice is deep and real.

With hope shattered, Qian Yu threw off the quilt and sat up abruptly, looking up at the man, turning his expressions of tangled surprise, horror and fear one by one, and finally settled on resentment. All fears were left behind, and he roared, "Wipe!" , I want to return the product! This is a forced sale!"

In view of the fact that the protection of consumer rights and interests is extremely weak now, let alone returning the goods, if something goes wrong, if it is not exposed by the media, even exchanging the goods will be a problem, let alone Qian Yu is currently greedy for other people's things. The original owner sold it.

What's worse, for this "fantasy item" that is so lucky to him and it doesn't matter if it is gone, he has to be in charge of an ancient general of an unknown era...

Was forced to sell... was forced to give away...

Give it to an ancient who doesn't know anything, maybe can only be an ancestor.

Things have to go back to last night after falling asleep, Qian Yu suddenly woke up with a jerk, and found himself standing in a stone room, standing in front of him was an old man with a white beard in a gray Taoist robe.

Qian Yu suddenly thought of the old fairy who gave Ma X the magic brush, but what was in front of him was not a fairy, but a wisp of dead soul.

Fortunately, the old man's human-like body did not turn into a transparent fluttering body. Qian Yu didn't feel much fear, and listened to the old man's story for a long time.However, because the dark stone room was too dull and Qian Yu was mentally weak, he didn't remember much when he was in a daze. When he woke up again, it was the old man who stopped him and cut him several times before bleeding him.

Qian Yu, who couldn't break free, could only resign himself to looking at the person in the sarcophagus, but don't say, this corpse that is no different from a living person is really not an ordinary person, and his appearance and heroism will only arouse women's hearts and men's jealousy .

The outline is deep and angular, even if you think about it with your eyes closed, it is sharp and deep. The figure is tall, although not burly, but it is also strong, covered with a thin layer of cloth, and the skin is bronze, which is not available in the current little fair faces. On the bare arms The strong and smooth muscles are particularly enviable, and the obvious or fine and whitish scars on the arms and legs are the obvious achievements of the man.

Most importantly, this man is handsome... very manly.

"Who is he?" Qian Yu's jealousy has turned into admiration, this looks like a man who has actually been on the battlefield.

"Our general, you don't remember anything I just said?!" The old man squinted at Qian Yu, and was not too angry, "You took my baby, and the general will take care of you from now on. The general fell asleep Thousands of years, everything is strange when you wake up.”

Adoration is one thing, but it's another thing to be raped by strangers. Qian Yu directly refused on the spot, "The person who cheated the corpse is also a zombie. I don't want the painting scroll and pen. I've bled you. Don't let me die in the future." Find me."

The old man was not annoyed, and Qian Yu's wound healed with a touch of his finger, "Old man, I will not be stingy when I accept your sacrificial offering. I will unseal the treasure, and it will be yours. You will find that it is better than yours yesterday." What you discover is more useful. But there is no such thing as pie in the sky, you take good care of the general, and he will leave when he wants to leave; if you don't want to take responsibility..."

The old man just smiled meaningfully, and Qian Yu didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"The general was sealed and fell asleep back then, not dead. He woke up as a living person, no different from you." Qian Yu only remembered that this was the last sentence he heard before he fell into a coma, and then the old man waved his sleeve robe, he I don't know anything.

Now thinking of everything, Qian Yu realized that this absurd and extremely bloody thing was not a dream but a reality. He said that no matter how much he dreamed, he would never dream of such a bloody and contemptible plot.

Qian Yu, who understands everything, can't wait to slap himself twice—told you to burn paper for the lonely grave, and told you to be greedy for cheap and pick up trouble, what a fucking disaster!

The courage just now faded suddenly, and he raised his eyes carefully to observe the silent man standing there, just standing there felt full of oppression, his anger disappeared all of a sudden, he didn't dare to take a breath, his neck shrank and moved back .

"General, can you understand what I'm talking about?" There was no way to hide, so Qian Yu had to accept the status quo, first come to say hello, and don't be accidentally wiped by the knife.

The general looked at Qian Yu silently, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Qian Yu didn't dare to say anything and looked back at the general. After dozens of seconds passed, Qian Yu actually found that the general's calm eyes had drifted a little bit, and his eyelashes dropped.

What kind of reaction is that?This situation similar to dodging made Qian Yu feel disillusioned all of a sudden, the guy on the other side couldn't be a stern type, right?

"General?" Qian Yu boldly moved forward, "Do you understand?"

Turning his gaze back, the general stared at Qian Yu without saying a word, but Qian Yu somehow felt that the other party seemed to be getting impatient.

Sure enough, just when Qian Yu was about to speak to break the silence, the black knife in the general's hand was placed on his neck again...

"General! You have something to say!"

Qian Yu immediately froze there and yelled loudly. Seeing that the other party did not make any further movements, he stretched out his hand and carefully pinched the blade, pushed it away from the fragile neck, and said carefully, "Nod to show understanding, shake your head to show no." clear."

The general frowned, and his lips were pursed with impatience. Qian Yu confirmed now that this old antique simply didn't understand the language, so the word Qian Yu might have been taught by the old man.

Thinking of this, Qian Yu's complexion suddenly became bitter, he had to be careful about raising one more person!As an orphan, he had no income and had to spend more.What's more, this old antique doesn't know anything and has to teach him from scratch!

Wow... the first summer vacation after college!What a rare two-month vacation after the devastation of the nine-year compulsory education!

The author has something to say: beat the ground, roll over, stay~word~jun

5. General's ambition...

The scorching sun at noon in summer illuminates the small room through the open windows, and the summer wind that brings the heat wave does not feel cool at all, but makes it more stuffy.

Leaning on the small bed by the window, Qian Yu hugged his legs to bear the too bright sunlight, the sweat beads on his forehead pooled on the side and slid down his cheeks, and the sweat droplets that stopped on his chin soon dripped down and hit the mat.

The heat was unbearable, and Qian Yu would have gone to the living room below to enjoy the air conditioning in normal times.

But now,