Hey! Yang Zhen lay on the grass dejectedly, staring 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 aloof 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 of the setting sun.

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Yang Zhen was awakened by a faint cry.

At this time, the sun has disappeared on the distant river surface, and the last red glow remains 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 the fish meat into pieces.

The pieces were cut off and taken away. The scene was noisy and enthusiastic.

On the side of the big fish, there was an extra stretcher at some point. Two people were carrying the stretcher unsteadily, followed by several children of different sizes. A woman was throwing herself at the bloody body on the stretcher.

I cried out in front of me, until my 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 wailings 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'm going! Yang Zhen is scared. He can't stay in this place anymore. He has to go back!

Yang Zhen hurriedly walked back along the path.

At this time, the sky 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. Apart from that, there was only the rustle of the vegetation and the rustle of the leaves when he stepped on it.

Yang Zhen became more and more panicked, and her heart was beating fast. He walked faster and faster, and walked faster and faster. 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 the desolate mountain path, a small figure is running hastily...

An idea suddenly appeared in Yang Zhen's mind:

Did "I" run away in fear like this three days ago? Then rolled down the col with the well? What was it that frightened me at that time?

Wolf!...The man-eating wolf!...The sad female voice in the nightmare...

Yang Zhen seemed to have caught something, and an unspeakable sadness and fear surged in her heart. He wished he could return to the Taoist Temple immediately. The dilapidated Taoist Temple had now become a haven that could soothe his soul.

Finally, the Taoist temple arrived and pushed aside the bamboo cage blocking the way. The room was pitch dark, and the iron pillars had obviously not come back yet. Yang Zhen fell headfirst on the bed with the door panel, gasping for air.

He had only eaten one piece of cake since he woke up, and he was already ravenous. Panic, hunger, exhaustion, and grief were all mixed together. His mood was very low, and he felt even more uncomfortable. He felt like vomiting but couldn't.

The suffering of coming out...

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 she held her hands 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 could already be heard:

"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 and dripping with blood.

"Today is such a good day. An immortal killed a big fish outside the city..."

As soon as Tie Zhu said this, Yang Zhen understood immediately. After it turned out that 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 mingled with the crowd,

Got this piece of fish.

Seeing the food, Yang Zhen became 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 this 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. Oil dripped out and the aroma was fragrant. Both of them looked at the fish that was getting more and more fragrant.

He kept swallowing his saliva.

There wasn't much fish meat, even less after the two of them divided it, but they gave me a feeling of fullness after eating it. The meat tasted like dried beef and was very tough. It was very necessary to have a pair of good teeth. Fortunately, both of them were poor.

The most indispensable thing for extremely hungry people is good teeth. For a while, the yard became quiet, with only the sound of two people chewing fish.

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 it 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..." Tie Zhu 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.

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 was late at night, and the moonlight shone on the ground through the window lattice, which was quiet and beautiful. The iron pillars on the side were already snoring loudly, but Yang Zhen could not fall asleep. The headache she had when she first woke up appeared again, with bursts of tearing.

The feeling hits the brain like a tide, as if one trembles and oneself will leave this body...

Is this considered a rejection reaction of the body? Yang Zhen felt pain in her heart, and pressed her forehead hard with both hands, which slightly relieved the pain.

After a while, the pain in his head finally stopped. Yang Zhen didn't want to sleep. He took out the two gains of the day: the wood carving and the stone, and played with them gently in his hands, his thoughts slowly drifting away...

What was his previous identity? Although the clothes on his body were torn and torn, it could still be seen that the material was very soft, similar to the silk in his previous life. Judging from his family background, he should be fairly wealthy. How could such a person be alone in the mountains?

Is the woman in the nightmare his mother? She got separated because she encountered 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?

As well as his parents on earth, they are the only one. From studying to finding a job, he is still doing well, and the old couple have always been proud of him. What would they do if they knew that they had gone to another world?

Sad?

Yang Zhen didn't dare to think about it anymore...

God, I hope that 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 hope, 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 would be fear, loneliness, and being overwhelmed! If you find it difficult to understand, you can assume

What would you do if you suddenly became a villager from a tribe in Africa or a remote and backward mountain village in Southeast Asia? I’m afraid your first reaction would be to beg God to send you back!

So Yang Zhen cried because she missed her parents. I think this is a normal reaction. Even if he reaches a very high level in 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. I am limited to my own level, so it may seem a bit dull. I hope you can bear with me, thank you!

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