Zhuge Xingchi closed his eyes slightly, and began to try to recall all the dreams in the past six days.

Three visits to the thatched house, seven captures of Meng Huo, tongue battle group Confucianism, grass boat borrowing arrows, burning Chibi, three qi Zhou Yu, empty city plan, tears to cut horses, White Emperor City Tuogu, six out of Qishan...... Images flashed through his mind like movie clips.

"What I dreamed of wasn't the life of Liu Bei's military advisor Zhuge Liang during the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty? It's strange, how could I dream of him for no reason? The dream was as if I had experienced it myself, it felt so real, every detail was so realistic. Oh, yes! I became Zhuge Liang's eyes, and in just a few days, I browsed his complete but imperfect life. Zhuge Xingchi stared at one place and began to recall the dream.

The water in the tea bowl in his hand unconsciously poured out and dripped on the thin jacket, and Zhuge Xingchi realized that he had lost his mind.

Immediately, he hurriedly wiped the tea-soaked area with his sleeve, and drank the rest of the water in the tea bowl with his head up.

After drinking the warm tea, I feel that my body has regained a lot of my former physique.

"After sleeping for so long, it's time to get off the ground and move." Zhuge Xingchi muttered to himself, got down from the bed, stretched his waist, and slowly walked towards the door.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, the bright sunlight shrouded him. He put his hands on the pergola and looked around.

Yikes! The leaves and grass here are all blue, but fortunately, in the flower pot in front of Uncle Duanmu's house, the color of the flowers is colorful, which will not surprise him.

The hut was built on a small dirt slope surrounded by large and small stones. "This should be used to prevent rain erosion," Zhuge Xingchi thought to himself.

There was a cobblestone staircase on the west side of the dirt slope, and he walked down the staircase, and suddenly a gust of wind mixed with thick and pungent green smoke rushed in front of him.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Zhuge Xingchi covered his mouth and coughed uncontrollably.

"Why did you come down? Choked you, didn't you? Uncle Duanmu's words of concern suddenly came.

"Uncle, I'm fine, I'm much better, I want to come down and take a walk." Zhuge Xingchi wiped away the tears choked by the smoke and saw Uncle Duanmu under the big tree on the western slope.

At this moment, Uncle Duanmu was squatting in front of the earthen stove erected under the big tree, continuing the firewood.

Are the living conditions here so difficult? Still use firewood to cook rice? Where the hell is this? One question after another rushed into his mind.

"Uncle, it's the first time I've come here, what's the name of this place?" Zhuge Xingchi plucked up his courage and asked.

"Hehehe... You're used to living on islands, so you don't know we're here. This place is called Yuhua Kingdom, located in the southwest corner of the 'Yunjinli Continent', two hundred years ago, it was a large tribe, and then gradually evolved into seven countries. The center is 'Jimo Kingdom', due east is 'Ya'an Kingdom', due west is 'Weiyang Kingdom', due north is 'Beikui Kingdom', due south is 'Southern Chu Kingdom', northeast is 'Xuewan Kingdom', and southwest is the 'Yuhua Kingdom' where we are now. Among them, the most powerful is the Jimo Kingdom, and the weakest is our Yuhua Kingdom, which has the smallest land area. But I want to remind you that Jimo is going to war with Weiyang recently, so it is not suitable to play in the Yunjinli Continent. Uncle Duanmu raised his head and smiled indifferently.

"Yu Huaguo... Yun Jinli Continent..."He muttered silently, his brows furrowed, as if he had never heard of this place, it seemed that crossing this matter was a certainty.

"That'...... So what is this planet called? Zhuge Xingchi's eyes lit up, and he immediately remembered this question.

"What? Heavenly body? What planet? Uncle Duanmu glanced at him with a blank look.

"Oh, nothing, nothing." Zhuge Xingchi hurriedly covered up the past, as if he sensed that the other party really didn't understand what he was talking about.

In order not to expose his identity too much, and for fear that he would ask some strange questions and be mistaken for a psychopath, Zhuge Xingchi gradually put away his heart full of doubts.

"Uncle, why do you only see you living here alone, and what about your other family members?" Zhuge Xingchi approached the stove and squatted down, and asked softly while handing the firewood next to the stove to Uncle Duanmu.

Uncle Duanmu's outstretched hand immediately stopped in the air. Zhuge Xingchi looked at him in confusion, as if there was a hint of imperceptible abnormality.

"Hey......" Uncle Duanmu shook his head lightly and sighed deeply.

It seems that some major changes have happened in Uncle Duanmu's family, and he seems to be reluctant to touch those hidden pains.

At this time, Zhuge Xingchi felt a strange atmosphere, so he didn't continue to ask.

After a while, Uncle Duanmu lifted the lid of the pot, and a burst of rich porridge fragrance spread in all directions.

"Ah, how is the porridge dark blue?" Zhuge Xingchi saw the appearance of the porridge in the pot and secretly wondered.

"Hehe, it's cooked." Uncle Duanmu said with a smile while serving porridge.

A moment later, on the open area outside the door, a low square table was set up, and in addition to two bowls of porridge, there were also a few special side dishes on the square table.

"Hungry, aren't you? Eat first, young man, I'll smoke a cigarette. ”

"Hey, yes, uncle."

Uncle Duanmu took out a homemade dry tobacco pot from the cloth bag around his waist, stuffed it with blue tobacco leaves, and blew a fire fold to ignite the smoke pot. The uncle took a sharp puff, and the blue tobacco leaves suddenly glowed with golden fire.

The curling smoke glows orange in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Zhuge Xingchi looked at the colorful food on the table, although his eyes were a little uncomfortable, but their taste was really delicious. After a while, half a bowl of porridge was already drunk by him.

When Zhuge Xingchi was feasting, Uncle Duanmu suddenly sighed and said in a deep voice: "Hey...... It was all years ago, when I was about your age, about twenty years old. A distant relative introduced me to a family affair, and we hit it off at first sight, and it wasn't long before I married her into my home. It's a pity, the good days didn't pass for a few days, and our brother-in-law of the county Cheng, who is also the military captain of our county, heard that I had married a wife, and sent someone to kidnap my wife at night, and there has been no news so far. ”

"Huh? That uncle...... Is your county so ignorant? Zhuge Xingchi's eyes widened slightly, and he said with some surprise.

"It is said that the officials of the county are all bought by the maiden family of the county lady, even if he wants to manage it, he doesn't dare to take care of it...... Besides, there is no reason to turn your elbow outward. Uncle Duanmu exhaled a puff of smoke again, his expression hidden in the curling wisps of smoke.

"And then?" Zhuge Xingchi asked.

"Later, I went hundreds of miles to the county guard hall to submit the petition, but after the county guard received my petition, he refused to open the court for a long time. Ay! In desperation, I had to break my teeth and swallow it in my stomach, and my father and mother also fell ill with anger because of this, and died within a few years. Later, I moved out of the county and fished in this area for a living. Although so many years have passed, whenever I recall this incident, the slightly wrinkled corners of Uncle Duanmu's eyes still have a trace of imperceptible wetness.

"What's the difference between this and the feudal society on our earth......" Zhuge Xingchi subconsciously sighed.

"Huh?" Uncle Duanmu glanced back at him, a little puzzled.

"Oh, I'm just talking about how unfair the world outside our island is!" Zhuge Xingchi hurriedly explained.

Uncle Duanmu didn't speak again, looking up at the sea in the distance.

And at this moment, Uncle Duanmu suddenly heard a "muffled snort", and he turned his head only to suddenly find that Zhuge Xingchi fell backwards to the ground at some point and fainted.

In his sleep, Zhuge Xingchi once again experienced the last days of Zhuge Liang's life from the first perspective...... The nostalgia for the beauty of the world, the regret for the unfinished cause of the Northern Expedition, and the worry about the future of Shu Han all made him feel deeply......

When he woke up from his fainting again, it was already the morning of the third day.

Zhuge Xingchi slowly supported his tired body, and tears rolled from the corners of his eyes from his cheeks to his palms. At this moment, he felt that although his brain was a little drowsy, there was something strange that was different from before, and he couldn't figure out where it was for a while.

When he was dimly trying to recall those complicated dreams, Uncle Duanmu walked in from outside the house.

"You're finally awake, young man, and this time you freaked me out! Do you know? You were in a coma for three days, and I went to the county to invite Lang Zhong for you, and he said that you are fine, supplement some more nutrition, and you can be fine in a few days, so I was relieved. You see, I just bought the snow feather chicken for you from the county, and I'll stew it for you later. Uncle Duanmu smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were squeezed together.

At this time, Zhuge Xingchi noticed that the snow feather chicken in his hand was the same as the shape of the chicken on the earth, but the feathers were all snow-white.

"Thank you, uncle, Xingchi has bothered you." Zhuge Xingchi struggled to squeeze out a pale smile, and said weakly.

Uncle Duanmu put down the blanket behind him, turned around and walked out with the chicken.

Ay...... It's been the tenth day since I stayed in this place called "Yunjinli" Continent, if it weren't for Uncle Duanmu, maybe I would have died a long time ago...... What the hell is wrong with me, why do I always faint and feel sore? Could it be the body's stress response to coming to a new planet? And the most critical point, why do you always have dreams related to Zhuge Liang...... The questions that were difficult to answer were very sharp in front of his eyes.

By the way, I remember when I was a child, after my grandfather was drunk, I heard him casually mention that our Zhuge Yi clan is the descendant of Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Could it be that this is why I dreamed of him? But in the dream, he and Zhuge Liang always maintained a first-person perspective, and they couldn't see Zhuge Liang's true face. Otherwise, you really have to compare yourself with him...... By the way, I can use my phone to look up historical pictures of him.

So, Zhuge Xingchi took out his mobile phone from under the grass pillow, and after pressing it a few times, he found that the mobile phone still couldn't be opened.

"Hey, this broken phone! The weather is so hot and humid, the water stains have all evaporated, why can't it be opened? Zhuge Xingchi sighed a little dejectedly.

Suddenly, a clear picture of a dream flashed through his mind.

The picture in the dream is in a somewhat bleak enclosed house, and the ground is filled with seven oil lamps, which are set according to the position of the Big Dipper. At this time, Zhuge Liang was dragging his weak and sick body, slowly walking around the "Seven Star Lantern Array", reciting incantations silently in his mouth, and adding lamp oil to the oil lamp from time to time.

This...... Isn't this the "Seven Star Life-Sustaining Lamp"? Could it be that Zhuge Liang's memory has been transmitted to me through thousands of years, or to his descendants...... No way! This is feudal superstition! How is that possible? Didn't Zhuge Liang die later....... When this incredible idea appeared, Zhuge Xingchi decisively denied himself.

"Quantum entanglement......" This word suddenly flashed in his mind, he had read it in a college textbook, "No matter how far the distance between two entangled quanta is, even if they are at two ends of the universe, once one has changed, the other will suddenly realize the change of the other party, resulting in corresponding changes," is this a "quantum entanglement" across time and space......

I still remember seeing in the news that a child in a certain country can clearly remember the memories of his previous life, and when he arrives at the place where he lived in his previous life, he can accurately call out the names of everyone around him, and he can also accurately say what the other party did at what time...... It seems that the explanation of the memory of "reincarnation" seems to be more reasonable...... Thinking of this, Zhuge Xingchi's heart beat even more.

He quickly took repeated deep breaths to stabilize his heartbeat.

But I didn't remember much about Zhuge Liang's memory! Could it be that this situation is a combination of "quantum entanglement" and "reincarnation"? What do I get is his mental awareness? This is outrageous, isn't it? If that were the case, wouldn't I have the mindset and wisdom of two people? The crossing happened to me, and the "reincarnation of consciousness" is not impossible...... Thinking of this, Zhuge Xingchi's confusion for many days suddenly disappeared.