Lord of Time!

Chapter 1 Start with a Bowl
The long street was cold and windy, and occasionally a few pedestrians walked quickly with their backs arched and necks shrunk.

There was a soft "creak" sound from the crushed snow.

The sky was gloomy, and two jackdaws sang mournfully around the ruined wall.

In this kind of weather, it is estimated that even the birds can't find anything to eat, so they can only hover helplessly.

In front of the half-collapsed Earth Temple, a few tender green shoots have long been protruding from the broken bricks and tiles.

A few half-grown men in ragged clothes were either lying or sitting leaning against the broken wall on the side of the street.Looking helplessly at the pedestrians passing by, Qiqi sighed.

Chen Ping tried his best to half prop up his body, feeling that he was about to collapse, his mind was dizzy, and he couldn't see things clearly.

After a while, I saw a broken bowl in the mud, water and snow in front of me, and it was empty.

Looking down, I saw a leg, turned from the knee joint, bent into a strange arc... This kind of posture is impossible for ordinary people, and it is obviously broken.

If it wasn't for the piercing pain coming from the leg, the mind would still remain.He could hardly believe it was his own leg.

'I broke my leg, when did it break, no...'

At the age of 22, Chen Ping's 36th Road Tan succeeded in kicking and breaking eight small poplars that were as thick as a bowl in one breath.At that time, his legs were a little "ugly".

Muscles are knotted, thick skin is calloused everywhere...

Now this leg, thin skin and tender flesh, neither callous nor strong.The red, swollen and broken parts are as bright as peaches and plums.

"It's not my leg."

Chen Ping muttered to himself, and suddenly stretched out his dirty and dark hands.The ten fingers are long and slender, and there are bloodstained wounds on the palms and finger pulps.There was a faint guess in his heart, and he raised his eyes and looked around.

Wherever you look, pedestrians are dressed in retro clothes, and some people are carrying swords and carrying swords, running fast.

The houses are low and low, and there are several two or three-story buildings, which look antique, with cornices and hanging corners...

"Of course it's your leg."

A half-sized boy with a dull face next to him grabbed the lice in his armpit with one hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and turned his head to look over.

"Boss Yan kicked and broke your leg that day, I saw it with my own eyes."

The man's left arm was broken at the elbow, and the wound didn't seem to be completely healed, and traces of blood were still oozing out.

However, he didn't seem to feel any pain.His eyes were dull, and when he looked at Chen Ping, there was an indescribable meaning.

I don't know if it's pity or ridicule.

It is pity that the companions around him may have burned out their brains due to injuries and fever, and they can't tell the status quo for a while.

Or are you mocking the cheating situation you are in?Who can live longer than whom?
Chen Ping, whose mood was in a violent shock, couldn't tell clearly for a while.

"your hands?"

Chen Ping was a little puzzled by his attitude, and he was not very good at asking about his own situation, but he basically understood that he might have time-traveled.

The current identity looks like a beggar, with many injuries and illnesses, and he is very hungry.

The situation is a bit difficult.

"It's okay, I cut it myself."

The middle-aged man spoke in a tone as if he had chopped off someone else's hand, with no fluctuations in his voice.

"Last year's snow disaster, in order to avoid Huqi in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, I went south with the villagers to escape. There was no food on the way, and Yaomei was taken away by some animals...

I chased them for two days and slaughtered those beasts... I got a poisoned arrow in my left arm during the fight.There is no other way but to cut it off. "

This is a wolf!
Chen Ping's eyelids twitched violently, he understood the desolate and bloody meaning in the boy's calm words, and he didn't ask his sister if he was rescued.

Turning his head and looking again, on the right is a young man with a crooked mouth and drooling.The man didn't even raise his head, he just stared at his red and swollen broken leg in a daze, and kept swallowing.

Grass……

"So, my broken leg and your broken hand are all disabled beggars, so is that one..."

"Well, he's not very smart, he's called Dasha, you have to be careful that he gnaws off your leg as a chicken leg, he can't tell the difference."

"What about the other two?"

Chen Ping noticed that there were two other people not far away, the same naked and dirty, with a broken bowl in front of the same person, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

But their hands and feet are complete, and even their faces are quite clean and a little delicate.

There are snow scum left on the eyebrows, presumably he wiped his face with snow, which is a person who pays attention to people.

Even if you are reduced to beggars, you must show your most beautiful side to outsiders.

"They..."

Half a child draws out the tone.

"The little table and the little stool are brothers. The two of them studied in private schools for several years. After their family fortunes fell, they wanted to make a name for themselves. So they cut themselves off and wanted to work in Jinghai Prince's Mansion, but they didn't want them, so they lived on the streets."

Indeed, they are also considered disabled.

Chen Ping's skin twitched, and he finally confirmed something. His situation was more difficult than he imagined.

Hearing this, the two sunflower brothers, who were trying to show their best side, lowered their heads a little lower.

"Left broken hand, why do you need to expose people's scars?"

With the sound of a crisp voice, a thin and small figure flashed out from behind.

The man said, walked quickly to Chen Ping, supported him to sit upright with his hands, took out a chicken leg and a big white steamed bun from his arms, stuffed them over, "Hurry up, you've been hungry all day and night, You were injured again, and I was worried that you wouldn't wake up before. It's okay, it's okay."

Who is this and why is he so nice to me?

When I first arrived, I didn't have any original memory in my mind.

For a while, Chen Ping just looked at the newcomer blankly.

The clothes were torn, and his face was painted black and yellow into a painted face. He couldn't tell his face at all, but his eyes were jet-black, showing concern.

There is still a bump on the opponent's head, oozing blood...

From the figure to the clothes, to the food in his hand, Chen Ping roughly made a judgment.

This is also a little beggar, he should be younger.

Maybe [-] or [-], maybe [-] or [-], anyway, she's skinny and doesn't know her age.

Well, chicken legs and steamed buns.

"It was stolen?"

"Stealing what? Fuyuan Restaurant, Mr. Cheng, has a black hand, and the food he can't finish, he would rather dump it in the cesspit than give us a little bit of it... Can you call it stealing if you order leftovers from their house?"

The little guy speaks plausibly.

If you ignore the swollen bump on his head that was punched out, it is indeed convincing.

While talking, he took out two short bamboo poles, bent his waist, and straightened Chen Ping's injured leg.He pulled out the rope that he did not know where to find, and supported the bamboo pole to tie up the injured leg.

"You still do this?"

"I know a lot."

The little guy raised his face and smiled, his face was so dazzled that he couldn't see his face clearly, but it gave people a sunny feeling.

Zuo Duanshou vigorously moved his eyes away from the chicken legs and steamed buns, and said without words: "You picked Hualianer back, those days I thought he was going to die, but in the end he came back alive.

You would rather starve yourself and share a bite with him.So, don't feel sorry, just eat what you need, and live every day counts. "

He has now confirmed that when Hualian'er went out to buy food... due to injury and cold, and maybe a fever, this person's brain was completely burnt out, and he didn't remember anything.

Chen Ping nodded, smelling the aroma of chicken legs and steamed buns, as if seventeen or eighteen small hands stretched out from his stomach, pulling and twisting vigorously, the taste is indescribable...

His eyes became slightly congested, and he just wanted to swallow the food in his hand.

People who are not extremely hungry will never experience this feeling.

Just as I was putting the drumsticks to my mouth, the wind blew up behind my ears.

Chen Ping turned his head slightly and moved his body away like a conditioned reflex.

bang...

Half a brick smashed hard on the ground, and a big dirty hand passed under the chicken leg.

Turning around suddenly, he saw Dasha's big face with his mouth slanted.

He even let it go.

Don't you mean companion?

"what……"

Hearing a scream, Hua Lian'er jumped up like a wild cat, and quickly fixed his hands on Dasha's big face and scratched: "Let you rob, let you rob, and beat people, Dasha, do you want to die? "

Dasha seems to be bigger, but his movements are a little clumsy. He can't stop the scratching hands at all, and several deep bloodstains quickly appear on his face... He didn't care about fighting back, and quickly squatted on the ground, covering his head with his hands, hoo hoo cried out: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

"You beat people when you're hungry? You even rob things. Why don't you go and rob pedestrians on the street? Are you really stupid or fake?"

Hualian'er was furious, panting and stopped cursing, but did not continue to attack.

"Everyone has to die, everyone has to die."

Dasha stopped attacking when he saw Hualian'er, his eyes were red, and he growled like a wounded wild dog, "Boss Yan said that if you can't get money, we are useless, so you just broke your limbs and threw them to the middle of the street to beg. I can't survive!"

A gust of cold wind blows, the chill is piercing, and the rain falls obliquely with snow particles.

The hearts of several people were cold, and they all lost the courage to speak.

Of course, Dasha is not really stupid, he can snatch food, beat people, and even excuse himself for doing bad things.

Whoever says he is stupid is the one who is really stupid.

With a wooden face on his left hand, he walked slowly into the Earth Temple.

The sky was about to darken, and the wind outside the temple was like cutting. It was still very cold in early spring.A few people didn't warm up because they didn't have any firewood... But anyway, it's good to have a tile in the temple to cover themselves and find a dry place to take a nap.

Hualian'er also lost her anger, helped Chen Ping into the temple, and found shelter under the half-collapsed incense table.

It is a good place to sleep without the wind blowing or raining in, and I don't know why those people didn't come to snatch it up.

The rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the last ray of skylight shone down from the broken tiles, making the temple even darker.

"Can't you escape?"

Chen Ping was not worried about himself, but strange.

From previous observations, I found that people like myself are probably a gang of beggars controlled by others.

Break off hands and feet, artificially create some wretches, and use the sympathy of passers-by to beg for money...

This kind of behavior, not to mention in ancient times, even in later generations, can still be seen occasionally.In the age of war and chaos, it can be said that it is commonplace.

So, if you can't live here, why not change places?
"I can't escape. There is still a ray of life inside the city, but there is a dead end when I go out of the city. Bandits are rampant, refugees are like ghosts, and wild beasts hurt people..."

Hualian'er's voice was low and nasal, "Besides, Qilin Street is the site of Qingzixiangtang under the command of Qisetang. Many people stare at the street. If they can't escape far, they will be discovered. Although Boss Yan is vicious, We will not kill our beggars for no reason, maybe they will show kindness and give us a way to survive."

"What's the way out? You forgot to draw a face that day, and Boss Yan said he would sell you to noble people to enjoy? If it wasn't for your cripple brother desperately protecting you, you would be gone." Zuo Broken Hand said quietly, with all eyes It's ridicule.

"However, it's true that you can't escape. The thirteen streets in Nancheng are all in the territory of Qisetang. If you go out and get caught, it's a dead word.

Even if they leave North Thirteenth Street and go to Beicheng District, the Changhe Gang is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and there is no place to live anywhere. "

"If I die, I will die. I absolutely don't want to be interrupted, and become a tool for others to make money like a dog."

Dasha suddenly shouted, taking advantage of the dim moonlight, he rushed out of the temple gate.

He is not stupid at all, and he still wants to escape.

Facts have proved that there is no need to be lucky. Although they are just a few stinky beggars, there are still people watching them.

Just as Dasha rushed out of the temple gate, a shadow flashed at the door, and a big foot kicked him heavily in the chest.

"Crack!"

Dasha's whole body rose from the ground, flew backwards for about ten feet, and slammed into the pillars in the temple, broken tiles and dust fell straight down, and the wooden pillars were skewed.

There are torches lit...

Wherever the light shines, you can see the corners of Dasha's crooked mouth, which is even more distorted, screaming hoo hoo, blood dripping out of his mouth.

His chest has completely collapsed, which shows that the visitor has strong feet, and he can kick someone to death with a random kick.

"Boss Yan!"

Seeing the big man stepping in from the door with a thick face, Hualian'er recognized it at a glance.

(End of this chapter)