"I killed people! But I didn't kill them either!"

After several months of prison life, when talking about this incident, Li Yu was like telling someone else's story, his tone was calm and not excited at all. The skylight of the cell was three feet above his head, and the moonlight shone down from the skylight, and a conical light was shrouding on him.

He sat down with his single foot and his hair was loose. His messy hair was a pretty face, with straight and delicate facial features, his eyes were shining and bright, and his nose was straight. Especially his lips were graceful like a bow, which was commonly known as Cupid's bow-shaped lips.

In front of him were seven inmates, the butcher Lao Fan who touched his belly, the boss of the boat Liu Yuntao who held his feet, the bald monk Dahong, the master of the theater Zikang with beautiful beards, the handsome Hualin who looked like a woman, the lame Ma Hun'er, the burly and thick Jin Wanliang. In addition, the Li Yu was like the Eight Immortals.

All eight people were wearing white prison uniforms and had a disheveled face. The plum fish under the moonlight and the them outside the moonlight showed a clear sense of layering in their images. Everyone sat quietly, as if they were a very Zen painting, if there weren't a few fly around among them.

Li Yu raised his hand and used the fly-catching shadowless hand he had practiced in prison for several months. He easily held a fly, looking up like Kashyapa picking up a flower. There was a bright moon hanging out of the skylight. Li Yu chanted leisurely: "Now people don't see the moon in ancient times, but today's moon once shined on the ancients. The people in ancient times are like flowing water, and they all see the bright moon."

"What a poem! What a poem!"

The prisoners who were still dull just now seemed to be suddenly activated and immediately applauded!

The Tang Dynasty was a country of poetry. Although there might not be a serious scholar among these prisoners, they also knew that some people should cheer loudly when chanting poetry, otherwise... they would seem to be too uneducated.

Li Yu looked disdainful, glanced at them with a sneer, and sneered: "What's the name? What's the good thing about this poem? Do you know? What kind of elegant people are there for a bunch of local buns?"

The prisoners put down their hands awkwardly and lowered their heads in shame.

Li Yu continued to despise: "Do you know who wrote this poem?"

The butcher Lao Fan asked carefully: "This... is about to ask for advice!"

"That person..."

Li Yu raised his hand and was about to talk about the life experience of the poet Li Bai, but suddenly realized that it was the sixth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty. Li Taibai was not born yet. He couldn't help but feel sad and sighed sadly: "That person...oh! Hey! He hasn't been born yet..."

Li Yu opened his two fingers and let the fly fly fly. His eyes gradually became blurred as he followed the traces of the fly circling away.

Li Yu is not a person from this era, to be precise, his soul does not belong to this dynasty. He can still remember some past events. He remembers that he was a person from more than a thousand years later. The year when he traveled through time and space, the United States had just changed its presidential election. The new first princess had long legs and good looks, and her temperament and demeanor made him so fascinated that he called him father-in-law at Trump.

But he couldn't remember his previous identity, his family, and how he came through time. Maybe he was hurt when traveling through time and space. Now he only remembers that his real name is Yang Bing, not his current identity - Li Yu.

He remembered clearly about Li Yu's life experience. He must have inherited the memory of Li Yu when he possessed himself. When Yang Bing was attached to Li Yu, Li Yu was lying on the ground with a pig-killing knife tightly, and the tip of the knife was still bleeding. In front of him, a general wearing ochre yellow cowhide armor was lying in a pool of blood.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he was knocked unconscious by a group of Datang soldiers wearing ochre yellow military uniforms next to him. When he woke up again, he was already imprisoned in Lizhou prison and sentenced to death.

Poor Yang Bing was involved in a life lawsuit just after traveling through time. So far, his understanding of this world is entirely based on Li Yu's memory and contact with others in prison.

Li Yu, nineteen years old, is from Lizhou, Jiannan Road.

Six years ago, Li Xiaochang, the son of former Sui Dynasty general Li Yuantong, and the current governor of Lizhou, Tang Dynasty, rebelled. The rebels under his command burned, killed and looted, and did everything he could. In order to save money from a pair of leather boots, Shi San, the young leader of the army, killed Li Yu's father, and the cobbler Li Hushi.

After Li Xiaochang's defeat, the new Lizhou governor, Wu Shijun, took office, Zhao Ji's rebels and appeased the local area. Shi San, who fled up the mountain, took the opportunity to take some brothers down the mountain, defected to the governor of Wu, and transformed into an officer and soldier again, and even got the position of chief officer.

Li Yu did not forget his father's revenge. Six years ago, he was only thirteen years old and was determined to take revenge. During the six years, he kept visiting martial arts masters to learn martial arts, and a total of 18 people became masters. Six years later, he had become a great man and finally found an opportunity to kill Shi San on the streets of the downtown city to avenge his father.

After Yang Bing was imprisoned, he reflected on the matter and believed that Li Yu should have died on the spot after assassinating Shi San. However, for some reason, he attached himself to Li Yu's body to death, and ended up taking the charge of murder for Li Yu.

As a time traveler, Yang Bing certainly understood that the "first code of time travel" was that he could not reveal his true origin. However, he was arrested and imprisoned in Lizhou, escorted to Chang'an, imprisoned in Chang'an County, and went through several months. Tomorrow is the September 9th autumn final. If he didn't say it again, his time travel and rebirth journey would be like a bubble, and the disappearance would be silent.

"I didn't want to say this secret at first, but tomorrow is the autumn finals. If I don't say it, there will never be a chance. When I don't want to be put into a coffin, it will be silent. No one knows that I have been here..."

Li Yu looked up at the bright moon, and her tears were wet.

He slowly talked about his experience of coming to this world inexplicably. When he talked about the sadness, he couldn't help but burst into tears, but the reactions of the inmates were obviously not brought into the same mood by him. Everyone looked eager. The butcher Lao Fan said excitedly: "Then tell me quickly, what is the difference between the era you mentioned and the present?"

Li Yu was in a daze and then continued: "In our time, there was no emperor anymore. The population is much more than now. The houses are built higher and higher, and some are taller than mountains. We don't have to go to the store to buy things. When we open a mirror at home, we can choose what we want to buy..."

Li Yu said whatever he thought of and said something, and said it for a long time until he found that everyone looked at him with a strange look.

The butcher Lao Fan touched his fat belly and nodded admiringly: "Xiao Li has a lot of ideas!"

Boss Liu Yuntao clasped his feet and leaned under his nose and sniffed: "The story is very interesting!"

Li Yu:...

The beautiful bearded Gong Kang, who was sitting cross-legged opposite Li Yu, patted Li Yu on the shoulder: "Brother Li, if you can survive, remember to go to the Goulan Garden of Daodefang!"

Li Yu sniffed and asked him with tears: "Who are you from?"

Master Kang threw away his beautiful beard and said with a smile: "I am the headmaster of Daodefang Gou Lan Garden. Now my opera troupe is being managed by my second brother. Brother Li, you are very suitable for being a storyteller!"

Li Yu:...

The monk Dahong scratched his big bald head and asked Li Yu in confusion: "Mr. Li's husband, are you literate?"

Li Yu hesitated for a moment. Of course he knew the characters, but in this era they were still traditional Chinese. He mostly knew them, but it would be difficult to write them out, so... he should be considered semi-illiterate now? Li Yu thought about it for a while before nodding, "Can you recognize some!"

Monk Dahong suddenly realized: "So that's it, no wonder you can make up such an interesting story."

Li Yu:...

Boss Liu Yuntao shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that it's useless to pretend to be crazy and stupid!"

The burly Jin Wanliang yawned: "I have finished listening to the story. Let's go to bed early. I'll have eaten the dead head wine tomorrow morning. Be energetic and get on the road!"

After Jin Wanliang finished speaking, he fell to the ground like a pig and immediately started to snore.
Chapter completed!