A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

In the evening, as the bamboo raft moved forward, rows of low houses on the river bank came into view, most of which were thatched houses, with only a few blue brick and tile houses.

In the afterglow of sunset, crows fly home over the large villages. Smoke rises from each house, and the light smoke is like fog, drifting in the wind, like a warm call to the wanderers.

Yuan Ying looked at the clothes he was wearing and realized that he couldn't rush into the village. Sitting on the bamboo raft, he took out the last piece of rabbit meat from his bag.

After finishing her dinner, she thought about her next plan. Throughout the ages, money is what everyone relies on for survival. Money makes the world go round.

So she had to get money first. How could she get money quickly? She only knew how to fight and train, so could she rob?

Ah... no... no. How could a soldier of the Communist Party do such a dirty thing...

While she was thinking hard, Brother Ying came back from foraging and brought her a big pheasant. Yuan Ying's eyes suddenly lit up. That's right, she can hunt.

She believed that she could live well no matter where she was.

Yuan Ying moored the bamboo raft on the river bank and entered the village under the cover of night, carrying the pheasant.

At night in the countryside, the croaking of frogs and the sounds of insects echo in the silence. Although it is only around eight o'clock, the good people in the village have already gone to bed.

The further Yuan Ying walked into the village, the louder the barking of dogs became. She didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so she took a set of clothes from the clothes drying in a family's yard.

Then he put a pheasant on the windowsill. A pheasant changes clothes and doesn't know whether others are at a disadvantage or not. He walked a few steps and then turned back, leaving the leopard skin behind.

Yuan Ying returned to the bamboo raft and set off under the moonlight. She wanted to go to the city, where perhaps people would be more tolerant and would be able to tolerate a stranger from another world like her.

After leaving the village and arriving in the suburbs, Yuan Ying took off his combat uniform, which was too eye-catching. He changed into the rough linen shorts that Pheasant had exchanged for and went ashore.

I have to find a place to rest tonight. I walked in the silent night with Eagle on my shoulder, relying on the moonlight. I don't know how long I walked. As it got darker, I hurriedly found a dilapidated temple.

Taking a look in the moonlight, I saw that the walls were mottled and the beams were moldy. In the center, there was a statue half a person's height covered with thick spider webs. The face of the statue was unclear and it was unknown what kind of deity it was. On the offering stand there was only a candlestick with half a candle standing on it.

Yuan Ying sat down against the door holding Brother Ying in his arms. He turned his head to look at the bright moon in the sky. It was so bright and round.

Suddenly I thought of Li Bai’s poem: “I look up at the bright moon and think of my hometown.” I don’t know how my mother is doing.

Thinking of this, Yuan Ying sighed heavily.

"Who are you and why are you disturbing my sweet dream?" A man's voice came from the statue.

Yuan Ying was shocked. Could it be that the Bodhisattva appeared? After all, the things he had traveled through time had already happened, so it was not surprising that the Bodhisattva appeared.

Yuan Ying stood up and said respectfully, "Please forgive me, Bodhisattva. I am late on my journey, so I will stay here for one night."

"Hahaha..." An old man walked out from behind the statue. Then, the half candle lit up.

Yuan Ying looked at the old man, who looked to be in his 50s. His face was square, with a hint of arrogance and vicissitudes of life. Under the candlelight, his broad forehead looked particularly bright.

He was a thin man with a thin beard. His eyes were not big, but they were full of brilliance.

The old man also looked at Yuan Ying, who was wearing a linen shorts and had very short hair. His clear eyes showed that he was a young boy who had never seen the world.

The old man laughed at Yuan Ying and said, "Are you stupid? Even if the Bodhisattva wants to show his power, he won't do so in a shabby temple like this. Besides, anyone who shows his power on the fifteenth day of the lunar month is a ghost."

Then he asked patiently: "Who are you and why are you disturbing my sweet dream?"

Yuan Ying said apologetically, "Old man, I'm very sorry to disturb you."

"Old man? You are the old man, your whole family is old." The old man jumped up immediately, and the candlelight shook impatiently.

Yuan Ying thought: It’s over, I’ve met a conceited and narcissistic old boy.

Yuan Ying rolled his eyes, sat down, closed his eyes and ignored him.

The old man was not happy to be ignored: "How dare you talk nonsense to me. Do you young people know how to respect the elderly and love the young?"

Yuan Yingqin said with a smile: "You are a handsome young man, I am an old man, and my whole family is made up of old people."

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared...

He suddenly sneered and shook his robe. Yuan Ying instantly became limp and powerless.

Yuan Ying gnashed his teeth and said angrily: "You old man are so shameless. You can't win the argument so you resort to dirty tricks."

The old man said nonchalantly, "Boy, this is called all is fair in war, learn from it." He looked at the eagle in her arms and said, "This bird is good, fat enough for me to have a good meal."

When Yuan Ying heard this, he said anxiously, "If you dare to touch it, I will kill you."

The old man said with a smile: "Take care of yourself first." Then he went to pick up Brother Ying in Yuan Ying's arms. Brother Ying must have been poisoned and was in a coma...

Yuan Ying saw that the hard approach didn't work so he changed his strategy to a soft one: "Uncle, if you eat it, you will only have one meal. If you leave it for him to hunt for you, you will have meat for every meal. Which one do you think is more cost-effective?"

As Yuan Ying spoke, he struggled to find an antidote tablet in his backpack to take. He didn't know if it would work, so he could only give it a try.

The old man was unmoved and was about to leave with Brother Ying in his arms. Yuan Ying said anxiously, "Handsome uncle, I have a jade pendant that is worth a fortune. I'll give it to you and you can buy a lot of roast chicken. You won't have to worry about roast chicken for the rest of your life."

After a while, her hands and feet became hot, and Yuan Ying regained some strength. But she did not act rashly, she was still talking to the old man:

"Uncle, do you know how to cook an eagle? I've eaten braised, stewed, and roasted eagles, but I think the best is the braised eagle. If this eagle is not delicious, it would be a waste of such a fat eagle..."

Sure enough, the old man's eyes lit up, and he squatted down and asked Yuan Ying how to make braised eagle.

Yuan Ying was quick to cut the old man's neck with a knife. The old man fainted, so she untied his belt, tied up his hands and feet, and threw him under the statue.

They still used the army's usual eight-shaped tie, which became tighter the more he struggled. A handful of grass was stuffed into his mouth. Who knows if he will spit poison when he wakes up.

Yuan Ying searched the old man's body and found some bottles and jars. There were some soft bone powder, finger-snapping drunk, Meng Han medicine, seven-day smile, broken intestines powder... and some rare words whose names she couldn't recognize. She took the soft bone powder, finger-snapping drunk, and Meng Han medicine.

When I was a kid, I watched martial arts dramas like The Return of the Condor Heroes and The Smiling Proud Wanderer for nothing. When you are out in the martial arts world, you must always have poison for self-defense. Poison is sometimes the trump card to save your life.

Yuan Ying picked up Brother Ying and fed him half a tablet of antidote. Brother Ying woke up after a while. He fell asleep while holding him.

At dawn, when the sky was just getting light, Yuan Ying was awakened by a series of "wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" sounds.

The old man woke up. He stared at Yuan Ying in surprise. How could it be possible? How could he recover so quickly without his antidote after being poisoned by his cartilage powder?

Yuan Ying smiled faintly and said, "Old man, this is called all is fair in war."

She said as she carried her backpack: "If you're lucky, maybe someone will stay here overnight and help you untie the rope, but don't poison others casually."

After saying that, he left the dilapidated temple, and the old man stared in anger. "He is known as the best doctor in the world" but he was defeated by a young boy.

I feel uncomfortable...I feel uncomfortable...

No one expected that the person who was so hostile to him at first meeting would later become Yuan Ying's mentor and friend.