Journey To the World of Film and Television

Qingguo, Qingli four years, spring.

In an unnamed alley in the city of Kyoto.

Zhou Ji's figure slowly emerged from the void, eyes slightly opened, Zhou Ji suddenly woke up, recalled the whole process of crossing, but found that his memory was chaotic, and finally he only remembered that when he opened the square map, there were more images in his mind. a message from .

"The TV drama version of celebrating more than one year?"

Has "Celebrating More Than Years" been filmed in a TV series?

Zhou Ji usually also watches some TV dramas, such as "The Legend of Zhen Huan" which was just finished, and "Myth" which became popular last year.

"No, I have to check the specific information first, and then make a plan."

Just as Zhou Ji was about to open his backpack, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from the small courtyard next door.

Listening to the sound of breathing and footsteps, the visitors seemed to be some young women who did not know martial arts. Zhou Ji restrained his breath and listened carefully.

"As soon as the red rider passes by, we will take off our obscene clothes and jump into the carriage, understand?"

"clear!"

Carriage, red rider, what are they trying to do?

On the official road at the end of the alley, a cluster of red tassels passed by out of the corner of my eye, and then a burst of footsteps came from far to near, breaking into the house.

'Heavy steps, long breathing, leather and metal sharpening during walking, it seems that this time the people who came here are from the army. '

"It's really lively." Zhou Ji felt a little curious in his heart.

But curiosity is curiosity, he has no intention of poking his head over to take a look.

There was no begging for mercy, nor was there any delay. Within a moment of contact between the two sides, the sergeant had already evacuated in an orderly manner, leaving only the gradually thickening bloody smell spreading around.

Zhou Ji closed his eyes slightly, sighed a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any unbearable and hesitation in his eyes.

After all, people have to adapt to the times.

Ye Qingmei wanted to adapt this era to her, but was turned back by this era.

Zhou Ji doesn't have such lofty ideals, nor does he have the time and energy to do these things.

Unlike Soul Transmigration, he is transmigrating with a physical body this time, at least until he obtains immortality, he has no spare power to change the whole world.

Leaving from the official road on the other side along the alley, Zhou Ji deliberately found a deserted house to temporarily settle down, and after confirming the surrounding conditions, he was relieved to check his belongings.

"Eh? Where's my computer? Where's my phone?"

Zhou Ji put the long box on his back on the ground, and opened the backpack casually, only to find that the laptop that was originally prepared for this time travel turned into loose sand that could break at the touch of a touch!

Zhou Ji thought something was wrong, subconsciously touched his pocket, but what he touched was half a pocket of sand and an intact compass.

"Why is there no problem with the compass, and the mobile phone and computer have turned into sand?" Zhou Ji quickly poured out all the things in the backpack, and found that except for the first aid kit and antibiotics, all electronic products such as power banks and solar chargers had turned into sand. gravel.

Could it be that electronic devices cannot be carried when crossing?

Zhou Ji frowned and said: "It seems that we can only wait until the next crossing, go to the temple and prepare some electronic equipment to verify this conjecture."

"The loss of the mobile phone and computer is the next best thing. After all, I still remember the original novel. The main reason is that these things must not cause accidents!" Zhou Ji turned to look at the shoulder-high long box next to him.

This is a sword case specially made by someone before he crossed over. The shape is imitated by Murong Ziying's sword case in Legend of Sword and Fairy, but what is inside is a Barrett's sniper rifle and a dozen various weapons. grenade.

Opening the sword box, Zhou Ji let out a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the gun and ammunition are fine, but the electronic sight has turned into gravel, and he still has an optical sight, which doesn't affect much.

"Speaking of which, Ye Qingmei brought out a Barrett from the temple." Zhou Ji pinned the Desert Eagle in his arms, closed the sword case and said with a smile: "It stands to reason that the technological level of the future world should be very high. Right? Why are you still using a 20th-century firearm like Barrett?"

Forget it, it will be clear when I go to the temple.

Putting on the long gown that came from elsewhere, Zhou Ji put the sword case on his shoulder with his backhand. Although he looked a bit uncivilized and unarmed, Qingguo, who had always been regarded as a barbarian by Northern Qi, didn't care about dressing up like a literati.

Walking along the main road in Kyoto, Zhou Ji's pockets are getting fuller and fuller. Jewelry and jade pendants are not easy to sell. He doesn't like copper plates. Silver tickets will be traced back to the source. It is already full of gold beads and leaves and scattered silver.

"Yo, guest officer, please come inside~"

"This is the first time you come to our Yishiju, right? There is a private room on the second floor, please take a look, guest officer."

Zhou Ji glanced at the noisy lobby and couldn't help being a little friendly. In the era without mobile phones and TVs, restaurants were the most well-informed places, ranging from small parents to family affairs to national affairs, but the news was somewhat true. How fake, I'm afraid even they don't know it.

"Find a window seat, I like quiet."

Zhou Ji walked through the lobby and went up the stairs. There were no less than ten people who locked their eyes on him along the way. Some were curious about why he was carrying a 'coffin', and some felt that he was unfamiliar and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

As soon as I went up to the second floor, it became much deserted. The small rooms separated by screens were well arranged, and even if someone was talking, they would not disturb others by shouting loudly.

Not far away were a few literati young men chatting, Zhou Ji passed by, and one of the young men with dark eye bags casually said the word "Red Mansion", which attracted Zhou Ji's attention.

Here comes the news!

Zhou Ji remained calm, sitting in another small room not far away, and casually threw a silver coin to Xiaoer.

"Have a jug of fruit wine, and bring me a table of your signature dishes. If there are too many, it will be a reward."

After sending Xiao Er away, Zhou Ji turned his head and looked at the street scene of Kyoto outside the window.

Ye Qingmei's management for many years, coupled with the support of Emperor Qing, has already pushed the national power of Qing to the peak. Although her dream is still far away, at least the lives of the people at the bottom have improved a lot.

Sipping the fruit wine in small sips, he learned the identities of these young masters from their conversations.

Guo Baokun was compiled in the palace, He Zongwei, a down-and-out literati in Beijing, and several sons of officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Officials.

"Since you are scholars, you should read more sages and sages. Although you have never read "Red Mansion", you know that this is a reciting book. Its content is full of evil and delusion, and should be banned!"

"What Mr. Guo said is true! He has read this book a bit, it is really filthy, it should be banned!"

"Mr. Guo is right, I will tell my father when I get back, and ask the Kyoto government to send someone to the street to seal the book!"

Zhou Ji is by my side

He couldn't help laughing, if it was said that Guo Baokun had any grudges against Fan Xian, it would definitely not be considered, and he didn't even know that the book was written by Fan Xian at this time.

But to say that he has a hatred for "Dream of Red Mansions" is out of the question.

It was just bragging at the dinner table in the wine bureau, but he was taken seriously by those who wanted to curry favor with him, so much so that he pushed him to the high platform and even took away the ladder.

It was a trivial matter, Guo Baokun enjoyed the overwhelming sense of superiority, waved his hand, and said proudly:

"Forbidden! Banned tomorrow!"