"Fu Cang, this name is mighty and domineering, does it imply that I will become a big hero in the future?"

Fu Cang lay on the table, muttering his name, his body swaying, and the dilapidated table creaked.

"Your name was given by the old man, what does it mean, shouldn't you ask me?" Lao Mei lying on the straw mat glanced at Fu Cang, he was a very bad-looking old man, old and long, although he had gray hair and beard, clear and divine eyes, but a pair of long mouse teeth in his mouth ruined the temperament of the fairy wind bones.

Lao Mei, for sixteen years, Fu Cang only knew that his name was Lao Mei, and everyone here called him that.

"Then may I ask Wizard Mei, what is the meaning of my name?" Fu Cang asked angrily.

"Sixteen years ago, when I picked you up, it was a cold winter, the snow was fluttering, the north wind was howling, and the sky and the earth were vast. Lao Mei's eyes suddenly became retrospective, "At that time, my cute dog suddenly disappeared, and I searched for several days in a row, but I didn't find it." Later, Wang Defa at the entrance of the village told me that my dog had secretly drunk the fake wine of Lao Ma's family at the end of the village, and he barked when he saw people drunk, and the last bite was on the old tree in the village, and his teeth were stuck in the trunk for a night, and he froze to death. ”

"Slowly, does this have anything to do with my name?" Fu Cang interrupted.

Lao Mei shook her head and sighed, "My dog's name is Fu Cang." ”

"I'm going, no wonder they don't usually look at me right. ”

Lao Mei's words made Fu Cang speechless for a while. He didn't expect that he would come so casually, and his name would be so casual.

Strictly speaking, Fu Cang is not a person from this world, he, like all the protagonists of the time-traveling novel, is a soul who travels through the other world and is reborn as a baby.

However, unlike all the protagonists of the novel, Fu Cang does not have the good luck of them, compared to them, Fu Cang is a complete "decrepit boy".

From the first moment of birth, bad luck also came - the mother died in childbirth, the father was drunk and froze to death in the snow, and he was thrown into the garbage heap............

Fu Cang also didn't understand that he had encountered such a one-in-a-kind thing as crossing the other world, why did his fate still be as unremarkable as in Huaxia after coming to the other world?

But the truth is, this village is disguised by some kind of barrier, and without a detailed map, you can't go out for the rest of your life. And it is said that the outside world is in chaos and quite dangerous.

Fu Cang had already given up the heart of going out, after all, he couldn't get out, so he could only live in this village for the rest of his life.

"Lao Mei, we don't have any rice to put in the pot today. Fu Cang opened his mouth and complained, "You said that you are also a wizard in the village, how can you fall to the point that the problem of food and clothing cannot be solved?"

"Then why did you, the Blood Crystal Guardian, fall to such a point?" asked Lao Mei rhetorically.

"That's not because you ran to the entrance of the village to tell people fortune and pit money when you had nothing to do, and you didn't calculate it accurately, and your reputation was ruined. Fu Cang said angrily, he searched all the rice jars at home, and there was really no grain of rice.

Lao Mei looked indifferent from beginning to end, still lying on the straw mat, and said: "I heard that there is a sacrificial ceremony in the village today, and there will be no shortage of good fish, good meat and good wine." Lao Mei squinted and smiled, and the rat teeth were exposed, and the appearance became even more obscene.

"Go, why did you tell me now?"

"Aren't you a guardian? During the sacrifice, you must strictly guard the blood crystal, and you must not leave the blood crystal for half a step. ”

"Decline~~~" Thinking that the big fish and big meat would have nothing to do with him, Fu Cang let out a terrible scream.

In order to fill his stomach, Fu Cang went to Uncle Wang's house next door to rub some rice. As the guardian of the blood crystal in the village, Fu Cang is deeply loved and welcomed by the villagers, but only at a certain distance.

"The rice is on the table, Xiao Cang, wait for you to eat it yourself." Uncle Wang greeted Fu Cang from a long distance. He was afraid that if he got too close to Fu Cang, he would get bad luck because of it.

Fu Cang doesn't blame them. "Thank you, Uncle Wang~~~" He grinned, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, and an indescribable temperament rippled out.

The villagers are actually very concerned about Fu Cang, if it weren't for Fu Cang's declining nature, there would really be many people who want to pick him as a son-in-law.

The villagers went out one after another, went to the altar on the mountain to prepare meals, and greeted each other with smiles and relatives.

After eating and drinking, Fu Cang also went to the altar on the mountain. In the center of the altar, he saw Lao Mei's bad old man.

This is the annual festival of the gods in the village, and people have offered tribute to Purple Blood Crystal, praying for good weather and good luck next year.

Perhaps considering the importance of the god worship conference, Lao Mei's dress is also a little more formal. He was dressed in a white robe, but he looked a bit of a hidden master.

"The wind rises~~~" Lao Mei grabbed a handful of rice from her pocket and sprinkled it into the air a few times. And then there was a real wind. Then Lao Mei shouted again, "Please bless my village with blood crystals!"

The villagers under the altar also responded, "Please bless my village with blood crystals!"

"Hehehe, this old man is a deceitful deceitful. Fu Cang laughed. As a traveler from China, Fu Cang was deeply influenced by scientific theories, and should believe in science and oppose superstition. But since coming to the Atlas, he has been exposed to something that is more difficult to explain than science.

That's the monk.

Monks can feel a mysterious "Xuan Qi", and then use certain exercises to store Xuan Qi in the dantian, when the Xuan Qi is stored in a certain amount, people can control the power of nature.

For example, natural elements such as "wind, fire, electricity" and so on. Moreover, the realm of the monk is endless, one realm is higher than the other, and he can eventually become a great emperor who is proud of the world.

This is bizarre, but Fu Cang can accept it, after all, he has traveled from China in the 21st century. He has been addicted to online literature for many years, and even realized that he was the protagonist at the first time of crossing.

But Fu Cang never expected that he had the protagonist's encounter, but he didn't have the protagonist's luck.

Bad luck aside, in fact, Fu Cang has something in common that is slightly closer to all the protagonists.

That is the cultivation talent.

Under Lao Mei's teaching, Fu Cang became the first person in the village to come into contact with the way of cultivation, and spent two years cultivating to the middle stage of the Living Spirit Realm. According to Lao Mei's words, "You're really a genius." If you're out in the mortal world, you're sure to be famous. ”

But Fu Cang never left this village, year after year, day after day. His cognition of this world is only one "Shenzhou Chronicles". This is a book that records all kinds of strange things in the Shenzhou Continent, and it deserves to be called an "encyclopedia".

"Shenzhou Zhi" explains the living realm in this way: Xuan Qi enters the body, strengthens the body, and when it reaches the middle stage, it can use Xuan Qi to feel the elements of heaven and earth and master it.

There is only one element that Fu Cang can feel at the moment: the wind element. This is also the reason why Fu Cang despises Lao Mei, as a cultivator, he uses the methods of cultivators to deceive some ordinary people, deceive them to eat and drink.

Fu Cang thinks that he is better than Lao Mei, because Fu Cang will be responsible for his identity as the guardian of the blood crystal, and if he says that he will protect the blood crystal for one night, Fu Cang will never leave half a step in advance.

When he came to the cave behind the altar, Fu Cang sat cross-legged next to the blood crystal, and pulled the dog's tail grass in his mouth.

Looking at the dim red stone that was enshrined on the altar, Fu Cang couldn't help but wonder for a while.

He couldn't figure it out anyway, could this strange stone that looked like it had been dyed really a divine object that communicated the nature of heaven and earth?

Fu Cang shook his head and stood up. It's still a long time to protect the blood crystal, if you keep sitting like this, won't you die of boredom?

As soon as he flipped his palm, a tornado that was invisible to the naked eye formed in his palm.

"Hazah!"

Every teenager has his own "secondary two dream". He fanned out his palm, and the small tornado slammed into the boulder at the entrance of the cave, and suddenly, the boulder was torn apart by the tornado.

Just as Fu Cang laughed with satisfaction, a palm-sized gravel splattered from the rolling dust and smashed on Fu Cang's forehead.

"Decline~~~~" The gravel left a big red envelope on Fu Cang's forehead, and Fu Cang's tears were about to ache. But fortunately, Fu Cang's cultivation has reached the realm of living beings, and his physical body is much stronger than that of mortals, otherwise, this piece of gravel will definitely smash his head.

"Xiaocang, are you unlucky again?"

A clear voice came from his head, and as soon as Fu Cang heard it, he grinned:

"Brother Kongjiu, my alarm is finally here. ”