Why! Yang Zhen lay on the grass dejectedly, staring blankly at the sky. All that was floating in her mind were the immortal postures of the Taoist priest flying with his sword and killing the strange fish.
"How wonderful it would be if I could fly freely in the sky like this immortal just now! If one day I can cultivate to the legendary realm of great supernatural powers, can I still return to my earth?"
"Then why doesn't the immortal respond? Even if you don't agree, you can just say 'squeak'..."
"Am I too impatient? Or am I not sincere enough?"
"Whether it's an immortal or a goddess, they are all so cold and cold!"
Thinking about these messy things, and being tired from walking just now, Yang Zhen fell asleep in a daze under the warm sunshine.
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Yang Zhen was awakened by a faint cry.
At this time, the sun has disappeared on the distant river, and there is still the last red glow in the distant sky. The hill-like fish body on the river bank has only a skeleton left, and there are countless figures around it, cutting off the fish meat piece by piece and taking it away. The scene was noisy and lively.
On the side of the big fish, there was an extra stretcher at some point. Two people were carrying the stretcher with unsteady steps, followed by several children of different sizes. A woman was throwing herself in front of the bloody body on the stretcher, crying so hard that her lungs were broken.
What Yang Zhen heard just now was the woman's cry.
There are not only immortals in this world, but also strange fish that can eat people!
These wailing sounds were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing some of Yang Zhen's reverie about this strange world.
And... Yang Zhen suddenly started to tremble all over. He remembered what the Taoist said when he left:
"There are wolves in this mountain..."
I go! Yang Zhen was scared. He could no longer stay in this place. He had to go back!
Yang Zhen hurriedly walked back along the path.
By this time it was getting darker and darker. In the blink of an eye, the distant peaks, nearby trees and grass... all became blurry. A dark and gloomy atmosphere filled this silent mountain forest.
The sound of the rushing river was getting farther and farther behind him, getting deeper and deeper. Other than that, there was only the rustle of the grass and leaves as he stepped on it.
Yang Zhen became more and more panicked, her heart pounding. He walked faster and faster, and walked more and more urgently. Finally he couldn't help but start running, and he didn't dare to look back. There seemed to be a huge black shadow approaching him behind him.
On a deserted mountain trail, a small figure is running hastily...
A thought suddenly appeared in Yang Zhen's mind:
Did "I" run away in fear like this three days ago? And then rolled down the col with the well? What was it that scared me then?
Wolf! ...a man-eating wolf! ...that shrill female voice in the nightmare...
Yang Zhen seemed to have caught something, and there was an indescribable sadness and fear in her heart. He couldn't wait to return to the Taoist temple immediately. The dilapidated Taoist temple has now become a haven that can soothe his soul.
Finally, the Taoist temple arrived and pushed aside the bamboo cage blocking the way. The room was dark, and the iron pillars had obviously not returned yet. Yang Zhen fell onto the door panel bed, gasping for air.
He had only eaten one piece of bread since he woke up, and he was already very hungry. Panic, hunger, exhaustion, and grief were all mixed together. His mood was very low, and his body felt even more uncomfortable. He felt like he wanted to vomit but couldn't...
Yang Zhen supported the wall, lowered her head, covered her mouth, and kept retching. Tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes, and flowed down between her fingers to the ground drop by drop.
Yang Zhen's voice was hoarse, and her hands were holding tightly, like a wounded animal, crying out the person he missed most after coming to this world:
"Mom...Dad...I miss you so much..."
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Tie Zhu came back about half an hour later. At that time, Yang Zhen had regained her composure. He was lying on the bed, his eyes dull.
Before entering the room, uncontrollable laughter came in:
"Little Shitou, you are lucky today, you have meat to eat, haha!"
Amidst the laughter, a young man with black cheeks strode in. He held a stick in his right hand and a piece of meat the size of an adult's fist in his left hand. The meat was still raw, dripping with blood.
"Today is such a good day. An immortal killed a big fish outside the city..."
As soon as Tiezhu said it, Yang Zhen understood immediately. It turned out that after the strange fish was thrown by the immortal by the river, the people in half the city were alarmed, and people went out of the city to share the big fish. Tie Zhu also mixed in with the crowd and got a piece of fish.
Seeing the food, Yang Zhen became more energetic: "Do we have a fire? This fish is raw."
"Fire?" Tie Zhu was stunned and suddenly slapped his head: "Oh, I forgot about this thing!"
He rummaged through the box and took out a fire certificate:
"This is what the old Taoist priest left behind. Last year, those bad guys wanted to exchange it for food, but I hid it."
The most indispensable thing on the mountain was dead branches and leaves. Soon, the fire was burning, and the fish was roasted back and forth on the fire, dripping with oil, and the aroma was fragrant. Both of them looked eagerly at the fish meat that was getting more and more fragrant, and kept swallowing their saliva.
There wasn't a lot of fish, even less after the two of them divided it, but there was a feeling of fullness in the stomach after eating it. The meat tastes like dried beef and is very tough, so you need a good set of teeth. Fortunately, both of them are very hungry people, and the most important thing they need is good teeth. For a moment, the courtyard was quiet, except for the sound of two people chewing fish meat.
After taking a sip of the well water brought from the well, Yang Zhen took the initiative to stir up the topic:
"Brother Tiezhu, have you ever seen an immortal?"
"I've seen them before. They live in the mountains in front. You can always see them."
"Then can we go and become apprentices?"
"That won't work, you have to have...that spiritual root!"
"Spiritual roots? Who can have spiritual roots? Do we have them?"
"I don't have it anymore, you..." Tiezhu glanced at Yang Zhen, "I don't know if you have it."
"Then who can know?"
"Of course you are an immortal. They will know if you have spiritual roots just by looking at you. If you do, they will accept you as their disciple and take you to the mountain..."
You can tell just by looking at it... That immortal looked at me more than once today, but he didn't show any sign of it.
wrong!
No expression is also an expression. He did not agree to my apprenticeship. Does this mean——
I probably don’t have spiritual roots.
Yang Zhen felt so cold in her heart that the hope she had just ignited was shattered.
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It's late at night, and the moonlight shines on the ground through the window lattice, making it quiet and beautiful. Tie Zhu beside him was already snoring loudly, but Yang Zhen could not fall asleep. The headache I had when I first woke up reappeared, and waves of tearing sensations hit my brain like a tide, as if I would leave this body with a tremor...
Is this considered a body rejection reaction? Yang Zhen felt pain in her heart, and pressed her forehead hard with both hands to slightly relieve the pain.
After a while, my head finally stopped hurting so much. Yang Zhen didn't want to sleep. He took out the two gains today: the wood carving and the stone, and played with them gently in his hands, his thoughts slowly drifting away...
What is your previous identity? Although the clothes on his body were scratched and torn, it could still be seen that the material was very soft, similar to the silk in his previous life. Judging from this, the family should be fairly wealthy. How could such a person be alone in the mountains? Is the woman in the nightmare his mother? Got separated because of an encounter with a pack of wolves? Does he have any relatives in this world?
And that Patriarch Yunxiao, he lived for thousands of years and even ascended to heaven. Where is this heaven?
Why are the characters here similar to ancient Chinese characters, and even the languages can be connected? Is there any connection between this world and the earth?
And my parents on earth, they are just like me. From studying to finding a job, he has managed to do well, and the couple has always been proud of him. How would they feel if they knew they had gone to another world?
Yang Zhen didn't dare to think about it anymore...
God, I hope when I wake up tomorrow morning, I will still be the same Yang Zhen on the earth, instead of a small rock on this mountain.
With this expectation, Yang Zhen finally fell asleep...
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PS: In the previous chapters, there will be more descriptions of Yang Zhen’s heart. I don’t know if everyone will like it, so I feel very uneasy.
After reading a lot of time-travel novels, I also ask myself, how would I feel if I were suddenly in an ancient world? I think the first thing should be fear, loneliness, and being overwhelmed! If you find it difficult to understand, you can imagine that you suddenly become a villager from a tribe in Africa or a remote and backward mountain village in Southeast Asia. What would you do? I’m afraid the first reaction is to kneel down and beg God to send you back!
So Yang Zhen cried because she missed her parents, which I think is a normal reaction. Even if he reaches a very high level in his cultivation in the future, he will be lonely and helpless at this time.
I hope to use Yang Zhen’s experience to describe step by step the fairy world in my imagination. It’s just limited to my own level, so it may seem a little dull. I hope you’ll bear with me, thank you!
