Daoxuan was wearing a monk's robe and knelt on the hillside, with his butt sticking out like a cannon.

Of course, Daoxuan didn't know what the cannon looked like, but Zhang Chi knew that because Zhang Chi was a time traveler, Daoxuan's posture seemed particularly funny when he saw it.

"It's not Qin Bing, it's just a few thieves." Dao Xuan turned around and found that Zhang Chi was smiling behind his butt, and couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart. He couldn't help but ask him strangely, "Why are you laughing at?"

Of course, Zhang Chi thought Dao Xuan's posture of sticking his butt was funny, but to be honest, Dao Xuan's posture is now lying on the ground, and he doesn't look like a quick master no matter how hard he looks.

"I'm afraid there are dozens of people in so many thieves, and I'm afraid you can't beat them." Zhang Chi said.

This sentence made Daoxuan very annoyed. Daoxuan became a monk since he was a child, and he has been practicing martial arts since he became a monk. After all, he has been practicing hard for more than ten years. He can still come and go freely in the army of ten thousand horses, let alone so many thieves holding farm tools? Daoxuan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

However, Daoxuan still admires Zhang Chi a little, otherwise, according to his young and vigorous personality, Zhang Chi might have suffered.

It was a few days ago that Daoxuan and his senior brother Daoyuan fled from Chang'an and were caught by the pursuers of the Qin and Jin border near the Qin-Jin border. The senior brother got older. Daoxuan ran for more than two hundred miles in one night, and then he bypassed the Yaoyisang Mountain on the Qin-Jin border and finally got rid of the pursuers of the Qin-Jin border.

Dao Xuan was so tired that he was about to dehydrate and finally found a well. After sitting by the well, he was about to drink some water. He was about to drink some water when he met Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi was dressed strangely, drunk, walked three times and rushed straight to the well. Daoxuan was worried that he would fall into the well because of drunkenness. He was about to remind him, but was shocked by the song he sang.

The sonorous rhythm and momentum were loud and loud. Over the past few days, Daoxuan had been chased by the Qin army and had already been full of fire. Now, when he first heard this song, he suddenly felt full of passion and passion.

"The wolf smoke rises, the country looks north, the dragon rises, the horses neigh the swords like frost. The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River. Who can resist each other in twenty years?"

"Hate and desire to be crazy, the sword is the way, how many loyal souls are buried in other places. Why should you regret the death of your family and country? You can't bear to sigh and feel speechless and blood and tears."

The Five Barbarians have been invading China for nearly a hundred years. Looking north, the mountains and rivers are already full of broken mountains and rivers. How many people remember the vast water of the Yellow River?

Every time Daoxuan thinks of these, he feels generous, sad and angry.

Senior brother Daoyuan said to himself, "I have been imprisoned in Chang'an for decades, but I don't know that there are many hermits in this world who are indifferent to wine."

Daoxuan couldn't help but nodded and said, Daoyuan continued to Daoxuan: "Do you know why one foot is independent while the other foot is raised high when the white crane rests in shallow water?"

Daoxuan shook his head.

"Stand one is enough to increase the distance, and lift one is enough to prepare for flying. Although this son is so arrogant that he acts strangely, he is like a crane standing tall in shallow water. He has great ambitions and will be a thing in the clouds in the future."

Daoyuan doesn't say much on weekdays, but now he praises a drunkard repeatedly, which makes Daoxuan a little strange. However, Daoxuan admires his senior brother's ability to recognize people. Since the senior brother praises him, this drunkard must be not an ordinary drunkard, so Daoxuan looks a little different from Zhang Chi.

As soon as the senior brother finished speaking, Dao Xuan was shocked by his next move. Zhang Chi actually untied his pants and urinated towards the well. After Zhang Chi finished solving the problem, Dao Xuan was shocked and had time to swallow a saliva. He was walking for more than 200 miles at night with his senior brother on his back. He was already thirsty.

"Hero, I haven't drunk this water yet!"

Of course, this sentence was directly ignored by Zhang Chi, who was drunk.

"The horse's hooves go south and people look north, and people look north. People look north..." The sound became lower and lower, and then Zhang Chi thrust backward and lay straight on the ground.

"The grass is green and yellow, people look north, the grass is green and yellow..." Lying on the ground, murmuring and singing in his mouth, as if it was a cassette.

——This is the first meeting between Daoxuan and Zhang Chi.

Yes, Zhang Chi came from time to time. He never thought that he could even pass by time when he was drunk. He drank with his friends until 3 a.m. When he was leaving, he was carrying a bottle of Erguotou in his hand, drinking and walking, and then he lay down on the side of the road and fell asleep.

A cold wind woke him up in the morning, and his mind was still in chaos. Why are the surrounding scenery so desolate? I patted my head hard, and the last memory was to walk on the road while drinking and singing "The Loyalty for the Country". Could it be that I was drunk and walked out of the city, how many roads did I walk that night?

However, Zhang Chi has always been addicted to alcohol and has a casual personality. He thought to himself that it might be because he was drunk and couldn't figure it out, so let's wait until he wakes up. He drank the remaining half bottle of Erguotou. Anyway, he was drunk, so he would be drunk thoroughly.

Friends who have drunk alcohol know that getting drunk the next morning after a hangover is really drunk, so Zhang Chi treats the thick well as a toilet.

In fact, Zhang Chi was also thinking in his heart at that time: It is said that the world is big in wine, and the sun and the moon are long in pot, but he didn't expect that when he got drunk, not only was the sky and the earth, but even the toilet was so big.

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After awakening, Zhang Chi realized that he had traveled through time, and he also figured out one thing: this was the most chaotic late Eastern Jin Dynasty in Chinese history, and the Battle of Feishui had just passed for more than ten years.

I will definitely not be a magpie in the future. Zhang Chi is very depressed, but what is even more depressed is that he has no understanding of the history of this era. In this war era where corpses are everywhere and blood flows, he knows nothing and doesn’t know anything. What should he do in the future?

Being an official? It seems that the protagonists in the novel can make a fortune in the officialdom after traveling through time. But Zhang Chi knows that they are all lies. There are many powerful ministers in this era, but he will not have so many intrigues and ruthlessness. If he is an official, he will not be able to be played with by these powerful ministers.

Going through the world? That's even more a dream. I can't do anything except the eighth set of radio gymnastics, and I haven't even learned military boxing. Let him hit people? He can do turtle punches, but he can only bully women, children and children.

Producing gunpowder bombs to unify the country? Unfortunately, he is a liberal arts student and has not even studied liberal arts well, let alone those physics and chemistry that will make him headache at first sight.

What would he do? After thinking about it, he seemed to be able to drink. Zhang Chi felt that his mood was a hundred times more depressed than being rejected for courtship with a woman.

Fortunately, Zhang Chi likes literature and has loved poetry and articles since he was a child. His favorite is Zhuangzi's thirty-three chapters. Many famous chapters have been read to the point where he can recite them.

He knew that the Wei and Jin dynasties were popular. This era advocated metaphysics and valued the most. At least, I could still be a scholar who was just a scattered person and comforted himself.

Zhang Chi had a kind of contentment, and even if the sky fell, there would be a tall man to support him. When he thought of becoming a scholar, his mood improved. He just learned that the two monks were going to Jiankang, so he decided to go south with them to cross the river to see the golden powder Qinhuai that was legendary in history.

Daoxuan, the young monk, has been very happy these two days because he found that the strange man urinating into the well was indeed extraordinary and unique. His eyes seemed to be as if he had not woken up, as if he was drunk and awake, and he was not concerned about anything. In the past few days, he had crossed the border of Qin and Jin, and fought hard for years. He could see bones everywhere, but he seemed to have not reflected.

In fact, that was because Zhang Chi came through time and did not feel a sense of belonging yet. Everything he saw seemed to be seen in a movie.

However, Daoyuan certainly didn't know what Zhang Chi had traveled through time. Daoyuan said that this donor must have seen life and death long ago and saw through the world. Daoxuan was even more interested in Zhang Chi after hearing this, and thought this person was worthy of study.

The most important thing is that Zhang Chi can also teach him to sing.

"It's already dusk, the moon is as early as the beginning, and the rivers of thousands of miles are allowed to fly. When I wake up from my dream, when I come, the morning breeze blows, who is the house? The singing is still there, people look around, invite the moon to stay together, deep in the green mountains."

This song is in line with Zhang Chi's current mood, so he hums it when he has nothing to do. After a few days, even Daoxuan will sing the theme song of "The Grandmaster of Tai Chi".

So now, although he is only facing a small group of bandits, Dao Xuan is full of dissatisfaction because he is contemptuous, but because he is somewhat admiring Zhang Chi, he still suppresses his emotions and says, "I can still beat me a few thieves."

"You're not bragging, are you?"

"I..." Dao Xuan felt aggrieved, so don't mention it, "I can really beat him."

"I think you can't beat it, otherwise we'll try it."
Chapter completed!