The white clouds are covered with dogs, and thousands of miles away are in a daze. Yanmen Pass is bright and brilliant under the sunshine, and a tunnel that costs dozens of miles deep runs through it. An air-conditioned train whistles by, and the sound of the whistle startles the geese.

The T7808 train, from Yuncheng to Youzhou, is 2,000 kilometers long and takes eight hours. It is a rare express train on the Youyun Railway.

Brand new and clean blue-green railway seat cover, elastic and comfortable seat cushions, and cool and comfortable train air conditioning. With such an elegant and welcoming environment, many literary and artistic young people are riding.

A man standing against the corner of the wall, holding a blue thread-coat classical book in his hand, wearing a gray-black half-old Zhongshan suit, with a clean thousand-layer bottom, and holding a close-up of the index finger and middle finger, constantly gestured with various sword techniques, as if he had become a demon.

After a while, he slowly exhaled the turbid air, gently put down the thread-bound book, looked calm, raised his slender fingers, gently clamped the biscuits on the table and delivered them to his mouth.

The beauty opposite pouted, and this "charlatan" had eaten her own biscuits for the third time.

The thread-bound book was lifted up again, with four large characters "Tathagata's Divine Palm" written on the cover, and three small characters "hardcover version" below.

"How could there be such a wonderful achievement in the world..."

Zhuo Yifan suddenly sighed, his expression was melancholy and deep.

Zhuo Yifan was 25 years old at the time, accomplished nothing and was mediocre. Occasionally, he made some living expenses by cheating, such as shattering big stones on his chest, such as feng shui to find a grave, and fortune-telling. Sometimes he also had the idea of ​​saving the world and serving the people, but he rarely took action. This trip to Youzhou was mainly about enjoying life and seeking learning.

Zhuo Yifan was about to reach out to the cookies again, but the beauty finally couldn't help it. She raised her nose and said, "Do you want to save the universe?"

"This girl, have you read too many fantasy novels? Although I am meticulous in national art, I am not arrogant and expanding to the point where I want to save the universe."

Zhuo Yifan no longer paid attention to the same gaze around him, took out a few thumb-sized apples from his pocket, bent down and wiped them on his instep, and started eating with relish. Then he took out the "Tathagata Palm" to continue to specialize in research.

The bustling stops, and the carriage returns to quiet. The only thing that doesn't look up at the fun was a thin black middle-aged man in Zhuo Yifan's seat on the left. He was wearing a shabby blue work clothes full of cement. He looked abrupt on this more advanced train. The people who were sitting with him all consciously stayed away from him.

Amid the rising and falling sounds of the train, the migrant worker's breathing seemed to become heavier.

“Robbery…”

The trembling shout seemed to be inconvenient. Then the migrant worker suddenly stood up and took out a worn-out, painted fifth-sold homemade pistol from his butt pocket.

"Haha..." The carriage saw the pistol being extremely worn and rusty, thinking he was having fun, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"You can't live this day. Why do you rich people bully us poor people? Why do you ride such a good car? Why don't you give me a salary for several months to work hard on bricks..." The migrant worker was a little calm at first, but then began to sob.
Chapter completed!