The afternoon sun was a little dazzling, and Cheng Ming was lying on a recliner, holding a book in his hand, looking absentmindedly.

The courtyard was quiet, and I was the only one left.

The bald three people were sent into the seal card by him, and they were busy with another teahouse decoration and sundries.

Xue Rong's kid has also been gone for many days, so Cheng Ming also has a few rare days of leisure.

Yesterday, someone from the yamen came to the door, hurriedly said something, and then left.

What is the whereabouts of Master Liu's book, the county master appeared once, and now he has disappeared again, and other trivial matters, Cheng Ming doesn't care.

He spent the past two days thinking back to the conversation he had with the man that day.

Both of them have the surname Chu, a rare surname, the man is called Jingyu, and the woman is called Qianwen. The name is ordinary, but when pressed on these two people, it has some different meanings.

Although I knew that this world was not simple, I didn't expect it to be chaotic to that extent.

In Chu Jingyu's mouth, the Ming Dynasty was simply swaying in the wind and rain, and it could be killed by monsters that suddenly jumped out anytime and anywhere.

It feels like a pile of broken cotton wool to Cheng Ming, which can be stirred to pieces by a gust of wind at any time.

Chu Jingyu said very little, the stuffy gourd was general, and he asked and answered.

Never say much, even if Cheng Ming asks again and again, the answer he gets is often a few short sentences. How to explain the special words in it depends on Cheng Ming's own understanding.

After asking questions one after another, and simply sorting out his thoughts, Cheng Ming finally found a world that could correspond.

Strange!

There are gods, ghosts, and demons. From time to time, there are natural and man-made disasters, which make the people in a region miserable.

Cheng Ming deliberately asked the classic CP of the female ghost and the scholar, which made Chu Jingyu look at Cheng Ming like a scumbag.

He was a little embarrassed.

When he thinks of Liaozhai, Cheng Ming will think of the legend of the White Snake, and when he thinks of the White Lady's master, Lishan's mother, his thoughts will jump to the ugly lady again.

The ugly lady's mount, the Hanhai Qilin, the identity of the daughter of the ugly lady Jade Emperor, the white lady's experience of exploring the underworld and recovering the soul of Xu Xian.

Since there is a heavenly palace and an underworld, will there be a dragon king of the four seas, will there be a Monkey King, will there be a Buddha?

If your thoughts continue to diverge like this, I am afraid that I will be scared to death by myself.

Take a long breath, clear everything out of your mind, and look at it the other way around.

This Ming Dynasty is obviously different from history, although the emperor's name is the same, but there are not many famous ministers and generals in history, but there are some other names.

When he was reading a book a few days ago, Cheng Ming was still wondering in his heart. When I was in school, I was still more interested in history, especially for all kinds of small stories in the history of the Ming Dynasty, how could there be so many people I didn't know.

Now that I have figured it out, this may be the interference of special forces.

The whole event has a fork in time.

This should be the reason why I came to this plane.

Not to mention, the various news in his mouth is true or false.

A single Hanshan Gate can force the imperial court to do this kind of underground business, and I am afraid that I will not be able to see the bottom for a while.

In terms of human forces, Chu Jingyu didn't know much, except for the Cold Mountain Gate, he only knew that there was an organization called the Flame Mountain, which was their mortal enemy.

There are several clashes every year, and it is said that the fighting is very fierce.

When he heard this name, Cheng Ming was quite speechless.

Later, after thinking about it carefully, it may not be where it came from, maybe there will be some influence of the Bull Demon King.

It is said that the government also has a similar organization, but the name is unknown.

On the Shenzhou Continent, there are many little demons and ghosts, and mountain spirits and tree monsters are not uncommon, and there are often little monsters who have just sprouted their wisdom, driven by their nature to get close to human villages, and cause a riot.

There are also some big demons who will find some remote villages and eat some blood food.

However, this kind of thing will most likely attract chivalrous masters, and they will often die in the end.

In general, the society is still harmonious.

The number of these creatures that do not appear in front of people is far less than that of humans, so there are monsters, but most of them are small monsters who can't escape from the world.

Cheng Ming thought about it and found that the situation of these aliens was somewhat similar to that of mutants in the Marvel plane.

They are all ostracized, feared, or worshipped by ignorant madness.

In the same way, there are those who do good deeds, there are those who do bad things, there are those who mess around, and there are those who hold back and play conspiracy.

The stream of immortals has not appeared for a long time, and it is mostly circulated in books or oral traditions of the elderly.

The only thing that has some magic power in the world is the Buddha's Nyolai. As for Taoism, there may still be some spells, but Sanqing no longer manifests.

Such a complicated situation is really complicated, and I don't know where to start.

Cheng Ming came back to his senses, felt the thoughts on his body, and felt that he had almost recovered, so he took out a small pipe, took a deep breath, and fused all his thoughts into the white smoke and sprayed out.

Exhaled into a cloud, covered in patches, and then turned into a large piece of white rabbits, scattered in the courtyard.

【Little Cute Smoke Rabbit】

The move used for reconnaissance can spit out more than 1,000 little white rabbits at a time to monitor the wind and grass within a radius of 100 miles.

used this trick, or Cheng Ming found another way to come up with an idea.

With a slight lift of his right hand, the card album appeared out of thin air.

Cheng Ming grabbed the card album in his hand and shook it gently, sprinkling countless points of light.

Each point of light leaves the card album, and after a few seconds, it automatically transforms into a small card album, submerged into the body of a little white rabbit.

More than 1,000 points of light were scattered, and more than 1,000 small card albums were put into the body of the little white rabbit.

Cheng Ming checked the number of remaining cards and nodded. With a wave of their hand, the rabbits scattered and quickly disappeared from sight.

Although the shape is cute and small, it is a beast after all, and its force is still very strong.

According to Cheng Ming's estimate, with the mind transformed from his own life energy level, the rabbit's predation level can be directly set at more than fifty.

Of course, they are not released for hunting, but mainly to issue invitations and solicit guests for the teahouse.

The sixth wave of rabbits disappeared, Cheng Ming slowly lay back again, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, the exchange point was rapidly consumed, and the thoughts of the same root and origin were injected into Cheng Ming's body, and began to recover gradually.

Cheng Ming also figured it out, the timeline cares about the direction, not the time.

It doesn't matter if it's a year or two, or three or five hundred years, as long as you can complete the task, it doesn't make a difference to the timeline at all.

As long as the evolutionary direction of the whole world can be put back, Cheng Ming's task will be completed.

After thinking about this, he is not in a hurry at all, the days have to pass day by day, the tasks have to come little by little, and it is best to follow the steps step by step.

Gently spitting out a cigarette, Cheng Ming said to himself: "It's not good to say, the era of the end of the law will also be ended by me......"