Cao Chuan will also understand that he is being treated as a ghost by these people. He saw the young man who had just shouted, pointing at himself with one hand and looking anxious, his head constantly turning back and forth between himself and the middle-aged man who should be the leader, and the soles of his feet were moving back little by little.

"Didn't the ancients believe in ghosts and gods?" He's going to be a little depressed, these people should bow their heads in theory? Looking at it again, the situation didn't seem right, no one worshiped him, and there were a few who retreated to the wall step by step to get a knife.

Zhou Tong couldn't hold back anymore at this time, clasped his hands into fists, raised his voice and asked slowly, "I don't know which way of my friend is?" ”

Cao Chuan listened to the other party's somewhat strange accent, fortunately, Zhou Tong spoke slowly, and with the temporary understanding, he generally understood, but he was speechless for a while, saying that he was here to make soy sauce, and people didn't believe it?

Fortunately, he has also practiced hard in the past few years, and his acting skills are somewhat a little, which will be forced to Liangshan, and he can only forcibly calm down during the crisis, and silently recite that life is like a play all depends on acting skills.

Under the nervous gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Cao Chuan slowly raised his arms, and while making a joke, he recalled the actions of the young brothers and talents from all walks of life, and slowly raised his voice and said slowly: "Cao Chuan, the inner disciple of the Shangqing Sect in the West Kunlun Realm, has seen all the donors. ”

There was another "boom", and the people who were originally nervous to suffocate themselves could no longer suppress their excitement, and began to make noise with chirping, although Cao Chuan's tone of voice was a little weird, but most people still understood the meaning.

With a "bang", the scene suddenly fell silent. Second Master Chen first smashed the wine bowl to calm the situation, and then yelled: "What are you arguing about, you are careful in front of the guests!" After eliminating the noise, Chen Erye turned to Zhou Tong and said, "Big brother, there is a guest who has broken into the mountain gate, come according to the rules?" ”

Zhou Tong shook his head, stretched out his palm, signaled Chen Er to steady, and then slowly walked over a few steps, and after taking a careful look, he arched his hand in front of Cao Chuan, and his voice was a little unfavorable:

"The brethren have never seen the world, and the atonement is one, or should the guests sit down first, and then talk about the meaning?"

Cao Chuan naturally nodded with a chest smile, he was led by Zhou Tong to the bamboo chair of Zhang Fei, next to an old man in a green robe with a goat's beard, who was trembling and calling people to get good tea to entertain distinguished guests.

After Chen Erye kicked the hips of the two people again and demarcated the distance, the crowd that was crowded next to each other finally stood in a circle with Cao Zhenren as the center, and after saluting each other, they could be regarded as sitting down.

Looking at the ancients around him with hair buns and short homespun robes, Cao Chuan felt a lot of pressure. Fortunately, the people who have been mixed in the set still have a certain immunity to onlookers, coughed lightly, and asked Zhou Tong: "I don't know this world, what year and month is it now, and who is the emperor of the dynasty?" ”

A sound of inhaling and exhaling exclamations came from the surroundings again, Zhou Tong was about to open his mouth, but he paused, and the thought of the old fairy in the mountain slipped through his mind, and he quickly replied respectfully: "It is February 20 in the seventh year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse." ”

When Cao Chuan heard this, he nodded very steadily, and thought to himself: It turned out to be the Ming Dynasty, and he had traveled from winter to early spring? The problem is that this Ming Dynasty doesn't seem to be familiar with itself?

The little knowledge that still exists in his head can probably determine that Tianqi is a certain emperor in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, but in the end, it is still a bit sloppy at the moment, and you have to search the Internet to know.

Seeing that this seemingly young immortal didn't know what he was thinking, his face was wrinkled, and the goatee Lu Shufang couldn't help but arch his hand and said: "The real person came out of nowhere, maybe there is something to do with me?" I have also been a Taoist priest for a period of time in the past years, this, hey, this West Kunlun Shangqing Sect, well, it is in Xia Lonely and unheard, I have never heard of it. ”

After listening to the old man's words, Cao Chuan understood that this was someone else's search, but his own origin was really difficult to explain, and he couldn't say that the descendants came to pay homage to the ancestors?

In the current situation, he couldn't hesitate any longer, so Cao Chuan could only cheer up and began to popularize science for these people.

To summarize briefly, the Shangqing Sect is in the West Kunlun Immortal Realm, and it has a relationship with the Ming people - the people who have ascended in the Central Plains in the past dynasties also went to West Kunlun, and everyone was an ancestor 50,000 years ago, so they are all black-haired and yellow-skinned......

In order to cultivate Junjie, every few years, the fairy world will use the Void Great Array to send a group of young disciples to various subordinate planes to experience Hongchen, and lay a good foundation for the future impact of Jindan......

This popular science, it took half an hour, and after Cao Chuan finished talking, in addition to the world view and the view of gods and ghosts, the bandits also roughly understood that this Cao Immortal was here to play Hongchen, to practice Qi collection, not to do the way for the sky.

The atmosphere in the field was suddenly much warmer than just now, and several masters were shocked, shouting wine and meat, and they all said that they were fortunate to see the true gods today, and they must have a good fate and cultivate an afterlife.

A group of bandits who witnessed the arrival of real people, an extras who were thrown to the Ming Dynasty, were thrilled to cross four hundred years of time and space, and put together a strange welcome reception in the deep mountains.

After learning that Shangzong also did not quit drinking and meat, Zhou Da hurriedly drank and ordered the small ones to slaughter chicken and cut meat, although there was a lack of seasoning, in fact, the taste was not good, but Cao Chuan still ate his mouth full of oil, popular science is very brain-consuming, easy to get hungry.

After such a while, several masters felt more and more that this real person who appeared out of thin air was extraordinary, not to mention the style of the cloth of this robe, and the black leather fast boots under his feet, even this style of conversation was also a big anomaly.

However, according to the experience of observing meat stamps, Zhou Tong found a strange thing: Where did Cao Zhenren's Jiangsu-Zhejiang accent come from? Seeing someone put down the chicken bones, Zhou Tongfang cautiously asked, "Did the real person travel here before?" The accent is not far from that of the brothers. ”

Cao Chuan chuckled in his heart, this lie is going to be rounded by a bigger lie after all, he knows that the set of rhetoric he made up just now must have a lot of flaws, believe it or not, these people believe it or not, and now they can sit here and gnaw on chicken legs, most of them rely on the light and shadow effect of their own "step weakness", but they can't take care of it at the moment, let's get over the current level first.

Nodding, after a well-hmm, Cao Chuan slowly explained: "You don't know, every time the seniors in the door travel back to the mountain, they will always store the geographical figures, customs and languages in various places in the sect with mana. ”