Zhang Yu suddenly saw a beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman walked toward him gracefully, and Zhang Yu felt excited.

Although he couldn't see the beauty's face, he still stepped forward and hugged her, preparing to have an in-depth communication with her.

At this time, a complex sound came out, and he was woken up.

Rubbing his eyes, Zhang Yu muttered: "It turned out to be a dream, but it's a pity that it's not over yet."

After muttering, Zhang Yu fell on the bed again.

Before I fell asleep, another young man's voice came: "Master, Master. Get up quickly, Li Xiucai and others are coming to find you."

Zhang Yu, who was woken up again, couldn't bear it. He opened the quilt and sat up and yelled: "Why are you making such a noise? Are you going to let me sleep?"

"Young master has been up all day long, why can't you get up? Li Xiucai and the others are impatient." The young man Qingyue's voice rang in Zhang Yu's ears.

Zhang Yu rubbed his eyes and looked up to see a strange boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. He said he was strange just because the boy was wearing an ancient robe.

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Who are you? It's scary to wear such clothes so early in the morning."

"Master, you must have fallen asleep. I am Zhang Gui. And I am wearing the right clothes." The young man suppressed a smile and said.

"Zhang Gui? I don't have a friend named Zhang Gui?"

"Master, I am Zhang Gui and I am your book boy. Get up quickly. Li Xiucai is waiting."

His eyes were getting clearer and clearer, and his brain was no longer comatose. Only then did Zhang Yu realize that something was wrong.

I saw a table made of solid wood in the middle of the room, with a bronze mirror placed on top of the table. I also looked at the bed I slept on, it was also made of wood. The entire room was made of wood.

"This is not my kennel," Zhang Yu was afraid.

He got up in a hurry, rushed to the table, and looked at the bronze mirror on the table.

What appeared in the mirror was a boy about fifteen years old.

Big and lively eyes, a high nose bridge, and a pointed chin. The combination makes him look very handsome.

"The eyes are not my shortsightedness, the nose is not the flat nose, and the chin is not as round as mine." Zhang Yu thought with fear in her heart.

Based on the above, he came to the conclusion that this face was not his, or that the whole person was not his.

"I have traveled through time. I did it as soon as I woke up." Zhang Yu felt scared and sad.

Zhang Yuben is a loser living in the 21st century. When he was in high school, he was obsessed with online novels and was only admitted to a third-rate university.

And because of family issues, I only finished my freshman year, and then started working in Jiangsu Province.

With a low diploma and little experience, he experienced unemployment again and again. During the latest one, he felt so sad and angry that he thought of his grievances, so he bought a few bottles of beer and got drunk.

Unexpectedly, I woke up and traveled through time.

Although Zhang Yu is a loser in the 21st century, he still can't bear it.

Zhang Yu's heart suddenly surged with turmoil and thoughts. He was stunned for a moment.

"Master, hurry up. Li Xiucai and the others downstairs are waiting for you to go down." Young Zhang Gui didn't understand Zhang Yu's mood at the moment.

"Wait for me? Let them wait." Zhang Yu was feeling depressed.

Zhang Gui, who was yelled at by Zhang Yu, realized at this moment that his young master's mood was not right.

So he said cautiously: "Master, why are you doing that? You and Li Xiucai and the others made an appointment to go to Chunyang to check out the future."

Before Zhang Yu could speak, another voice came: "Brother Zhang Xian, you are so comfortable. Did you get squeezed dry by Xiao Taohong last night?"

Hearing the sound of someone arriving, Zhang Yu turned his head and saw two men entering the house from outside the door.

One of them is wearing a blue robe and a square turban on his head, and the other is wearing a blue robe and a straight robe. Both of them are around 20 years old.

It was the man in blue robe who spoke. His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he looked frivolous.

He grabbed Zhang Yu's hand and said, "Brother Zhang Xian, can you tell me how that little peach tastes?"

Zhang Yu looked at the man in blue robe dejectedly, and said to himself: "I just walked in, I don't recognize the little peach red."

Fortunately, the man in green noticed Zhang Yu's embarrassment and said, "Brother Li, it's almost time. We have to go to Chunyang Temple. Let Brother Zhang Xian freshen up first."

Zhang Yu didn't know what this person's name was, so he could only cast a grateful look at him.

But the man surnamed Li kept mumbling: "Brother Zhang Xian, we must go find Xiao Taohong tonight."

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Zhang Yu and the other three walked in the ancient city and chatted with the two men along the way. Only then did they realize that it was the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty.

My name is Zhang Yu like in my previous life, the man in blue is called Li Quanzhu, and the man in blue is called Du Zhen.

The three of them are all from Shaanxi, and the ancient city they see now is Xi'an. The three of them agreed to go to Chunyang today to worship Lu Zu and seek a future.

To be honest, Zhang Yu passed through Xi'an in a hurry in his previous life and never took a good look at the ancient city of Xi'an.

Now walking around Xi'an hundreds of years ago, Zhang Yu saw it with gusto.

Perhaps because of the resistance to the ethnic groups outside the Great Wall, Xi'an's city wall was built to be extremely tall.

Dark red marks were left on the city wall, indicating the war that this city wall had experienced. Zhang Yu was shocked by the majestic momentum coming towards him.

There was a bustling scene inside the ancient city, and Zhang Yu couldn't help but look around.

But he still did not forget to follow Li Quanzhu and Du Zhen, and the three of them walked towards Chunyang Temple.

"Brother Zhang Xian, Chunyang has seen it." Li Xiucai's voice sounded in Zhang Yu's ears.

He turned his head and saw a large door with the words "Chun Yang Temple" written on it.

The vermilion door was open, and a strong scent of sandalwood came from inside.

There was an endless stream of pilgrims coming in and out, and many scholars were offering incense. The incense in Chunyang Temple was actually very strong.

Zhang Yu and others also followed the flow of people, and suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves behind them, followed by shouts: "Master Qianhu is coming, pedestrians should retreat."

Zhang Yu looked back and saw several sergeants on horseback rushing towards Chunyang Temple, knocking down several pilgrims who were unable to avoid them.

The sergeant galloped over, but Zhang Yu had no time to escape.

Just as he was about to be hit, Li Quanzhu next to him reached out and pushed Zhang Yu.

"Plop!" Zhang Yu fell to the ground, luckily escaping the impact of the fast horse.

Pain mixed with anger rushed into Zhang Yu's heart. Zhang Yu turned over and stood up and said angrily: "Don't you have eyes? Do you want to kill someone?"

"Master Qianhu is coming to offer incense, and you still don't avoid it. If you block the road, you are seeking death." A sergeant on horseback looked at Zhang Yu and said disdainfully.

"Thousands of households are amazing. They can run rampant and hurt people at will. Why?" Zhang Yu rubbed his painful waist.

"That's all." As soon as Zhang Yu finished speaking, the sergeant pulled out his saber and put it on Zhang Yu's neck.

The cold blade touched Zhang Yu's neck, and he suddenly woke up.

This is not modern. Even in modern times, isn't there power? Zhang Yu's face suddenly turned pale.

The sergeant looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!