Unsure of the identity of this body, Yang Zhen didn’t say her name, and Tie Zhu didn’t pay attention either. The two soon started chatting, and Yang Zhen also learned about how he was rescued from Tie Zhu’s mouth.

Tie Zhu met Yang Zhen at a well behind the Taoist temple. That was already three days ago. The well was in a mountain recess. When he found Yang Zhen, he was lying in the grass, his clothes were in tatters, and he had stains on his body.

Many blood stains scraped by branches look like they rolled down the mountain.

Yang Zhen was holding a stone on her head and was motionless. He thought Yang Zhen was dead at the time, but after touching him he found that he was still alive, so he carried him back and put him on the bed with a door plank. He had also given him some decoction and medicine in the past few days.

Water, but Yang Zhen didn’t see any reaction.

"It's been three days, and you've finally woken up." Tie Zhu said with a smile.

"Three days! How long have I been unconscious?"

No wonder I'm so hungry. Yang Zhen touched my dry belly.

"Yes! If you hadn't been breathing all the time, I would have thought you were dead. How did you, a little baby, come to this mountain? Where are the adults in your family?" After finishing speaking, Tie Zhu asked curiously.

"I...I have a headache, and I can't remember many things."

Yang Zhen mastered the trick commonly used by time-travelling people without any teacher: pretending to be stupid and amnesia.

He also took the opportunity to make a request:

"Brother Tiezhu, is the well far from here? Can you take me to see it?"

Maybe we can find something at the scene. It would be better if we could discover the secret of time travel and return to modern times. A glimmer of hope arose in Yang Zhen's heart.

"It's not far, let's go!" Tie Zhu is also a straightforward person. It happened that Yang Zhen also finished eating this piece of cake that she didn't want to think about again, and regained some strength. The two of them walked towards the outside of the Taoist temple.

Tie Zhu led the way, and Yang Zhen followed slowly. The two chatted while walking, and Yang Zhen no longer thought about whether it would arouse suspicion or anything, and asked about the biggest doubt in her heart:

"Brother Tiezhu, what dynasty is it now?"

"Dynasty? What dynasty?"

"Well...that is, what is the surname of the current emperor?"

"How do I know the emperor's surname? Anyway, it's not the same surname as mine, Tian Tiezhu, haha! By the way, Xiao Shitou, what's your surname?"

"My surname seems to be Yang... Hey, my head hurts... Tiezhu... Brother, what is the name of the country we are in?"

Yang Zhen felt a little awkward calling each other "brother". In order to adapt to his new identity, he knew this was something he had to get used to.

If you figure out the specific era, you may be able to use the historical common sense you know in advance. Whether it is a wretched development or a sideshow, you can always do something of your own!

"What is the name of our country?" Tie Zhu scratched his messy hair and recalled carefully, "It seems to be called Xu State, yes, it is Xu State!"

"Xu State?" Yang Zhen was confused. There was no such dynasty in the Twenty-Four History. Is it the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period now? Yes, there were so many countries at that time. I remember there was a small country like Xu State. But God, can you

You can’t tell me what year Xu was born, what year it died, what characters it had, and what its deeds were!

"Which Xu? Is it Yanwu Xu or Double Xu?" Yang Zhen continued to ask.

"Say noon, two people, Xu? Who are they?" Tiezhu looked confused.

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at a well. The well was not big, about three feet in diameter, and the water in the well was very clear. There was a water hole in the middle, so dark that it was impossible to see the bottom.

Tie Zhu cheered, rushed to the well, picked up a handful of water, and sprinkled it on his sweaty head.

Yang Zhen also smiled, followed, and washed her face with water in both hands. It was cool. When she looked again, the reflection of a child was printed in the rippling water:

This is a little boy who looks to be eight or nine years old. He has a bun on his head, and most of it is loose. His face is slightly thin, his skin is fair, and his chin is a bit pointed. The whole person looks a bit weak. The child's eyes are very clear.

, as if it can speak, penetrating into the depths of the soul.

This is a very weird feeling:

When you look in the mirror, there is a completely unfamiliar face in the mirror, but it is really you. When you look at him, it feels like you are looking at a completely unrelated person, but also like you are looking into your own soul.

Yang Zhen felt guilty and turned her head, not daring to look directly into these eyes. It was as if in a deep black hole, this child was questioning who he was and why he occupied his body.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, calmed down the thousands of thoughts in her heart, forced herself to turn her head, and stared at the figure underwater again, her eyes gradually became firmer:

"I don't know who you are, but since I borrowed your body, I will definitely know who you are. If you have any grievances, if you or even your family died in an accident, as long as I, Yang Zhen, don't die, I will

I must avenge you..."

……

"Little Stone, come here, it's right here."

While Yang Zhen was deep in thought, Tie Zhu had already come to a bush beside the well and called Yang Zhen over.

This is the bottom of a slope, about a foot away from the edge of the well, and is covered with weeds about half a foot high. A stone the size of a watermelon is hidden among the grass, and there is a light green moss on the stone.

A small piece of moss peeled off at the edge, revealing the bluestone underneath, as if someone had smashed it.

"At that time, you were lying like this, with your head on the stone... Hey, what is this in your hand?"

Yang Zhen squatted down, pulled away the grass with her hand, and picked up something from the ground.

This is a wooden statue, about the size of a two-inch photo, and it looks to be quite old. On the front of the statue is the portrait of a middle-aged Taoist priest, with a burning gaze, a smile on his face, and a look of hope. On the back are a few small words...

Yang Zhen was carefully reading the words on the back when Tie Zhu leaned his head over, took a look and said:

"This is the portrait of Patriarch Yunxiao... did you drop it here?"

"The Patriarch Yunxiao?" Yang Zhen recalled that when giving cakes before, Tie Zhu seemed to have mentioned this name: "This... who is the Patriarch Yunxiao?"

"You don't even know Patriarch Yunxiao? Oh, it seems you have really forgotten everything! Patriarch Yunxiao is the great patriarch of our Xu country. He has lived for thousands of years and has already ascended to the immortal world..."

What? Lived for thousands of years and still ascended? Is this a fairy world?

Impossible, it should be impossible. Is there anyone in this world who lives for thousands of years? Isn’t there a legend in the Han Dynasty that Peng Zu lived to be 800 years old? In this way, in the chaotic and ignorant era of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, it is not enough to have these rumors about immortals and gods among the people.

Strange!

As a college student at the end of the 20th century, Yang Zhen, who had only watched "Looking for Qin" before time travel, intuitively preferred to believe that she had traveled back to the ancient earth.

"Can this statue help me find my family?" Yang Zhen asked uncertainly.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," Tie Zhu shook his head, "This statue can be said to be found in every household in the Xu Kingdom. My family also had one before, and it's almost the same model. If I want to use this to find your home, unless...unless the Patriarch Yunxiao

Bless."

It seemed that it was of no use. Yang Zhen was very disappointed, and after thinking about it, she put the wooden sculpture in her arms. He continued to look at the piece of grass where he lay down, imagining the scene at that time. Suddenly, he frowned, as if something was wrong!

"Brother Tiezhu, you said I was lying here with this stone on my head?"

"Yes."

"Then help me think about it, why am I unconscious here?"

"You don't have to think about it. Look at this big slope and this patch of grass. You must have rolled down from it, hit your head on this rock, and then passed out..."

No. Yang Zhen thought to herself. From the analysis of the peeling traces of the bluestone, the force at which the body hit the stone would not have been too small.

If so, how come there are no scars on the head?

Yang Zhen was very sure that he was able to occupy the magpie's nest and occupy this body without encountering any resistance, which meant that the original owner of this body must have died, and the nightmare before waking up was the last remaining memory of "him".

Therefore, if he really died by hitting a stone, the force would definitely not be small, and it would be impossible for him not to bleed at all.

I just saw it on his head by the well, and there were no obvious scars. It is impossible to say that the scars will be completely healed in a few days. The scratches on his hands from vegetation are still there!

Unless, this bluestone was smashed with something else.

Or perhaps, the body was already dead before the impact and the whole body was stiff.

No matter what the reason is, the death of the predecessor has nothing to do with the collision with rocks.

However, if he did not die from hitting a rock, what would be the real "cause of death" of this body?

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