Wu Jiawei quietly watched him pretending to be forced, and when he finished speaking, he said: "You are so capable, why don't you change history like you did in those time-traveling dramas." ” Sibao said: "Neurotic, what do I do to change history." ” Wu Jiawei said: "High-ranking officials and Houlu or something, they didn't come here with a raised hand. ” "Not interested.
I just want to go back now, my Xiaowen ......"
Sibao frowned, suddenly thought of something, his expression suddenly froze, and after a long time, he took a deep breath and said, "Dawei, you say......
If I do do this, what will be the impact on future generations?
” Wu Jiawei said: "It depends on the size of what you do, I don't know." ” Sibao said: "As I just said, if I have the opportunity to tell Commander Zhang, the direct troops will go around to the back of the Lugou Bridge to attack him, so that he can take precautions in advance, and even set up a suspicious formation......
If people listen to me, you say, what will be the result?
” Wu Jiawei was stunned for a long time and said, "Is it possible for the Northeast Army to turn defeat into victory?"
Then ......"
"Then history could be rewritten."
The corners of Sibao's mouth twitched, and he sighed: ", thinking that I might change history, this feeling is really ......
I can't put it into words. ” Wu Jiawei thought for a while and said: "This is just the most ideal result, you are an ordinary person, you will never see the warlord at all, even if you see it by chance, such a big thing as a war, it is impossible for people to change their strategic plans after listening to your words." ” Sibao nodded and said: "That's what I fantasize about, even if I really give me such an opportunity, I won't do it, although this kind of thing is exciting, but it's too scary to think about." ” Wu Jiawei sat down on the meadow, looked at the dilapidated Buddha statues in the main hall, and said, "I'm just a mage, and I'm not interested in these things that have nothing to do with the magic world. ” "I'm also a mage, so let's just do what we're good at, and if we want to use my plan to find Shaoyang, we have to have a certain status."
Wu Jiawei looked up at him: "What are you going to do?"
” Sibao sat down opposite him, rubbed his belly, and said, "Let's talk about it when the situation is too peaceful, now in troubled times, we can't do anything, let's fill our stomachs first."
Well, you're going to cook a few more sweet potatoes......"
When Wu Jiawei heard the word "sweet potato", a disgusting expression appeared on his paralyzed face, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Master Bao, can we eat something else?"
” Sibao rubbed his rumbling stomach and said angrily: "If you don't eat sweet potatoes, what else do you want to eat."
KFC McDonald's?
Braised chicken rice?
” Wu Jiawei's stomach also growled, wiped a handful of saliva, inhaled and said, "Don't put poison, let's eat sweet potatoes, I'll cook ......"
"Let's change the taste today, let's eat roasted sweet potatoes."
Wu Jiawei had already stood up and walked out, and when he heard this, he stopped again, and said, "I've eaten baked sweet potatoes several times." ” Sibao rolled his eyes, "Then tell me, what flavor haven't we ever eaten?"
” Wu Jiawei was speechless, and he was speechless.
Peach Blossom Mountain is a small hill outside the city of Hangzhou, and although the name is good, it is not well-known.
There is a Taoist temple on the mountain, it coincides with the troubled times, even if it is the rich Hangzhou City, it has also been fluctuated, basically there are few people who go up the mountain to burn incense, the front hall of Peach Blossom Mountain is also very dilapidated, only two small Taoist priests are in the front mountain to do the guide boy, but there are few pilgrims all day and night, only occasionally there are those who come to stay overnight, and the two are ordered to drive away.
The two boys were in the hall, one with a feather duster and the other with a whisk, cleaning the statues in the main hall, looking bored, just looking for something to do for themselves.
"Senior brother, you say, when can we start cultivating spells like those senior brothers."
A younger one complained.
"What's the hurry, those senior brothers, aren't they all like us who stick to the past, there is always a chance."
The young Dao Tong glanced at his senior brother and said, "Senior brother, you can really see it." ” "If you can see it, you have to wait, if you can't see it, you have to wait, it's all the same, why can't you find it yourself."
Xiao Daotong laughed and said, "Senior brother, you are so enlightened, if I were a master, I would definitely let you enter the outer courtyard and start cultivating." ” While the two were working, they were talking and laughing, Xiao Daotong found a rag, wiped the incense case, and when he went out to pour water, he saw a person walking up the mountain, and couldn't help but take a look.
It was a man in a yellow robe, with long hair tied back at the back of his head, a sallow complexion, and his hands clasped together, walking slowly down the mountain road.
Xiao Daotong stared at the face of the visitor, and felt that his appearance was extremely ordinary, but there was an indescribable feeling......
So he stood aside and waited until the man had gone up the mountain.
Xiao Daotong leaned up and said, "Donor......"
As soon as he said these two words, the person who came raised a hand and pinched a seven-star trick.
This is the technique of the Daomen, when the two of them saw each other, they knew that they were people in the Daomen, but they didn't know each other's seniority, but they pinched a meridian trick, and one of them said: "Where did the predecessors come from?"
” The yellow-faced man didn't look at them and walked into the main hall.
The main hall of the Taoist temple is divided into front and back, the front hall is generally dedicated to the ancestor of their own sect, the apse has three entrances, enshrines the gods of all walks of life, and the last one enters the main hall of the three Qings, needless to say, it is the Taoist Sanqing.
The yellow-faced man walked into the front hall, walked past several statues one by one, and finally stopped in front of the statue in the middle, looking up at the statue, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The two Dao boys glanced at each other, both of them looked confused, and the older one walked over, saluted and said, "Senior, you are ......"
"Call your Peach Blossom Mountain Sect Master."
The yellow-faced man looked at the idol, did not squint, and said in a soft and slow voice.
The two of them were stunned for a moment.
Although the other party's tone was flat, he didn't answer his own questions, didn't even look at himself, and wanted to find a master as soon as he opened his mouth, which was a bit offensive.
Both of them were a little angry, and a Taoist boy said, "You have something to teach us!"
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” "I have a few words to say to him."
The yellow-faced man's tone was still calm.
The Dao boy was furious, snorted and said, "Your Excellency wants to see us in charge, at least you have to know your name, right?"
” The yellow-faced man seemed to think for a moment and said, "My name is Li Haoran." ” The two looked at each other and frowned.
"With all due respect, I have not heard of Your Excellency's name, I don't know where Your Excellency is from, and what is the matter with us being in charge?
We have to report it, otherwise we will never see outsiders. ” "I want to see him, and he must come."
Li Haoran said softly.