This is a very messy room, with the bedding on the bed in a mess, a few smelly socks hidden at the head of the bed, a few books were thrown randomly on the coffee table, and a bunch of food bags were scattered on the ground. The whole room was messy and things were flying all over the sky.

On both sides of the coffee table, there was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old sitting. One of them said, "Ayi, by the way, Uncle An and Aunt An don't want to see you like this. Although Uncle An is gone, you still have me. We are buddies..."

Zheng Hongwen's words of comfort sounded in An Yi's ears, but An Yi's thoughts were not here at all.

His father died in an accident a few days ago, but at this time he was in a state of confusion, not because of his father's death, but because his father had been dead for seven years!

It was when he was eighteen years old, and he took his father away in a car accident. Now... he returned to the age of eighteen because of a book flying from the sky, seven years ago, and the day when his father just died!

Traveling through time or rebirth?!

As a young man who loves reading novels in the 21st century, An Yi quickly thought of this.

After the initial chaos, An Yi complained about why he was not allowed to be reborn until his father was in a car accident, but after knowing that things were not done, he quickly returned to peace.

After burying his father in a hurry, An Yi's original intention was to go home and be quiet alone, but he didn't expect...

After looking at Zheng Hongwen who was still chattering and comforting him, An Yi's mouth twitched, and his expression was very subtle.

After waiting for Zheng Hongwen to finish speaking, An Yi said, "Hongwen, I told you that I am really fine."

"What's okay, don't lie to me..." Zheng Hongwen certainly didn't believe it. You should know that An Yi has been acting in a daze these days, and she doesn't look like she is fine.

But he didn't know that the reason why he was not thinking about comfort was mostly the incredible thing of rebirth. After all, in his memory, his father had been dead for more than seven years.

He shook his head helplessly, An Yi didn't say anything because he remembered that Zheng Hongwen would leave soon.

Sure enough, a ringtone rang out from Zheng Hongwen's pocket at this moment.

"Hey...Mom...ah...what?...grandma is sick?!...I get it, I'll go back now...well, um...I'm dead."

Zheng Hongwen hung up the phone and looked at An Yi's face with a hint of embarrassment.

An Yi was very "understood" at this time and said first: "Grandma is sick? Then you hurry up and don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"This..." Zheng Hongwen hesitated for a moment. Although he was worried about peace, he was even more worried about his grandmother who had been nice to him since childhood.

Seeing that An Yi looked good today and was not as dying as he had been a few days ago, Zheng Hongwen finally couldn't let go of his grandmother: "Then I'm going back, you're careful at home. If you're afraid, you can call me. I'll come to accompany you when my grandmother recovers from illness."

"I understand, go quickly." An Yi agreed casually.

Watching Zheng Hongwen leave, An Yi turned around and closed the door, continued to return to the sofa to sit down, and reached in front of him. A purple light flashed and a book appeared on An Yi's hand.

When I opened the pages, I saw that the paper inside was like jade, crystal clear, delicate and smooth, but there was no trace of ink.

This is the "culprit" that caused his rebirth.

After rubbing the writing casually, An Yi thought to himself: "All causes are caused by it. Although the words on it have been absorbed by me, this book must be extraordinary, otherwise it will not be consistent with me and can be absorbed into the body at will. But I don't know the specific effects, and I still need to study them carefully in the future."

That's right, in fact, there are words in this book itself, and the words are complex and mysterious. The purple light flows on it, as if there is life, and I don't know any of the books.

But when he opened it for the first time, the font seemed to be alive, and it penetrated into his body and integrated into his soul.

The so-called: "If you don't do it, you will know it without seeing it, you will be able to achieve it without doing it." When all the fonts are integrated into the comfortable soul, he miraculously can understand it and understand it. The words in the text are a secret technique of practicing Taoism "The Great Dao Tongming Lu".

Thinking of practicing Taoism, An Yi's eyes flashed with inexplicable light: "This magic of becoming an immortal and immortal, even Qin Shihuang, who unified the world, could only imagine. Unexpectedly, it was allowed to get it now. Is this opportunity or not? But I should cherish it."

Thinking of this, due to the comfortable habit, I put the book on the coffee table, got off the sofa, took two steps, sat on the ground, sat cross-legged as the book records, and tried to practice.

Make seals with both hands, bend the thumb of the left hand and pinch the middle finger at the noon position, insert the thumb of the right hand from the left thumb and middle finger circle, pinch the sub-position at the base of the ring finger of the left hand, pinch the right middle finger, hold the two hands in front of the lower abdomen. The two eyes are hanging down the curtain, the eyes are looking at the nose, the nose is looking at the mouth, the mouth is looking at the heart, the tongue is pressed against the upper palate, the heart, the mind is guarding the navel, so that the mind is unchanged.

This is the first step in practicing Taoism, entering into meditation and nourishing qi!

The so-called "spiritual spirit is not quiet, the energy is disordered, the energy is not quiet, the energy is exhausted, and the energy is not quiet, the spirit is not stopped. The first level of practicing Taoism is to calm the mind and calm the energy, and wisdom is generated in concentration. This wisdom refers to the innate spiritual light and the true soul of a person...

I don’t know how long it took, An Yi only felt his mind falling down with his heart, his head, hands, and body were as empty as nothingness, and he felt a little bit of true breath in the navel and he could not move.

The rest during his cultivation was not noticed. The book he placed casually on the coffee table was emitting a slight purple light, covering his body ten centimeters in a radius.

At this moment, below the book, a book called "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" was just shrouded in purple...

...

Time passed without realizing it, and when An Yi woke up again, it was already late at night.

I stood up and stretched, and there was no "crackling" joint thrust in my body, nor did I feel any embarrassment of my legs being numb.

An Yi was very happy in his heart. He didn't expect that he would be able to enter into meditation after practicing for the first time, and the effect of his cultivation was so good. He only felt that his ears and eyes were clear, his spirit was refreshed, and he did not have a trace of fatigue in his body.

But then, my stomach roared, An Yi couldn't help but say "Ouch" and realized that he hadn't eaten for a day.

Feeling the black and turning on the light, An Yi hurried to the kitchen, without any attention, and casually put down a bowl of noodles and ate it.

I wanted to go back to the bedroom and continue to meditate, but when I passed by the living room, I found that the "wordless heavenly book" was lying quietly on the coffee table. An Yi couldn't help but curse himself for being confused, why did he put such an important thing outside?

After taking three or two steps, he copied the "Tian Shu" in one hand. An Yi's heart moved and he put it in his body.

But then, An Yi felt the darkness in front of her eyes and lost consciousness.

...

I don’t know how long it took to be in a coma, but when An Yi woke up again, he was stunned.

I saw beautiful mountains and rivers in front of me, pleasant scenery, the blue sky was without any impurities, white clouds were leisurely hanging on it, green mountains and clear waters, green branches and red flowers in the distance, and the rising sun was shining through the faint mist, setting off the place like a fairyland.

An Yi, however, did not feel like enjoying the beautiful scenery at this time. She got up from the grass and looked back and forth for a while. Finally, she couldn't help but curse: "Damn you, Immortal Banban, where is this?"

He was obviously still in his room just now, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in a place that he didn't know at all. Moreover, he clearly remembered that it was still autumn on earth, but spring here, and no one could calm down if such a thing happened.

Breathing at the fresh air that had never felt before, An Yi couldn't help but wonder: "Are you reborn?" This "Shu" has had a criminal record.

Thinking of this, An Yi's heart moved and called out the "Book of Heaven" and held it in his hand.

After flipping around a few times, I suddenly found that there were two more words on the first page, written in the font that should have been on the "Shistorical Book". Because it recorded the art of practicing Taoism, I simply named the word "Taowen".

After seeing the two words above, An Yi finally couldn't help but exclaim: "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?"

That’s right, the words “Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio” are mentioned above.

An Yi couldn't help but think about it. Could this be the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?

But then, he shook his head and denied it.

"There are small stories in the Strange Stories from Chinese Studio, spanning the Ming and Qing dynasties, and some of them don't even have specific dynasties. How could there be a specific world..."

But then, An Yi thought again: "This mysterious immortal path cannot be measured by common sense. Even if you have rebirth, it is not impossible to travel through a world."

After thinking for a while, due to lack of information, I could only make unfounded random guesses and couldn't do anything accurately, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

"After all, I'm going to see it."

I thought about it and did not hesitate anymore. I put the "Tian Shu" in my body, shook the dust on my body, chose a direction at will, and plunged into the dense forest.

...

Half an hour later, An Yi finally found a mountain road, so Hao chose to go down the mountain without hesitation.

After a quarter of an hour, Anyi met the first person he met in this world, and thus confirmed that he had indeed traveled through time.

I saw this man wearing ancient Confucian costume, Confucian scarf, and scholarly costume, but his face was heroic. What's even more strange is that behind this man was a statue of a ghost carved from wood, with a green face and a red beard, and his appearance was particularly ferocious and ferocious. The makeup was lifelike.

An Yi walked quickly to the front and wanted to talk, but saw the heroic Confucian scholar looking at him up and down.

An Yi certainly knew what was going on: he was wearing casual clothes, a pair of flat shoes under his feet, and his hair on his head was half long and not short, but this outfit was naturally ordinary on the earth, but in this obviously an ancient world, strange clothes are no longer enough to describe.

"Young master, please bother me, how dare you ask where this place is?" I don't know if they can understand Mandarin, nor do I know the ancient way of speaking. An Yi had to imitate it by what he looked on TV and imitate it in a vain way.

The scholar's face looked even more strange: "This is outside Lingyang City, Wuling Mountain. You don't know where this is, so how did you come from?"

"I got lost for a moment and was confused." An Yi said perfunctorily and continued to ask: "I don't know what year and dynasty it is now?"

The scholar's face tightened, he took a step back vigilantly, and then said, "This dynasty is the throne, during the Kaixing period."

Taki? Kaixing? Lin Yi said silently. It seems that it is not ancient China, but what does this local native speak Mandarin?

If you can't figure it out, comfort comes down to the special abilities that "Shi Shu" come with, just think that it can automatically change languages.

"I dare to ask this young master Gao's name, I wonder what he is going to do?" After finally getting to know someone, An Yi couldn't help but want to get close to him, so that he could learn more about the world.

Perhaps it was because of his own personality or morality. Although the scholar was wary of An Yi, he still replied: "I dare not have a surname Gao. Xiaosheng's surname is Zhu, his name is Erdan, and his courtesy name is Xiaoming. He was a local person. He drank and made a bet with all literary friends this time. He came to the Ten Kings Hall in the Mountain last night and carved the judge Lu under the left corridor. He was hungover overnight and was going to return to his original position this morning."

An Yi didn't think anything at first, but when the scholar talked more and more, and integrated all the information in his mind, he couldn't help but exclaim: "What did you say? Your name is Zhu Erdan? from Lingyang?!"
Chapter completed!