The newborn morning sun emits a little bit of glow, reflecting the entire sky, and looking up is full of golden dazzling brilliance.

Jiang Qingsong sat on the grass, looking up at the beautiful morning glow, and a trace of longing for the future surged in his heart.

He got the old book and went home and fell asleep. When he woke up, he found that he had traveled to such a new world.

He saw his appearance by the lake, a somewhat thin and delicate young man, not much different from his image in his previous life.

Jiang Qingsong's mind had the memory of the original owner of this body. It was a great coincidence that the young man's name was also Qingsong, which avoided a lot of trouble.

Sympathetic to the disease, Qingsong is also an orphan, he didn't know where his parents were since he was a child, thanks to the care of the people in the village, he grew up to such a big age after eating hundreds of meals.

Overall, Jiang Qingsong is extremely satisfied with the world, and in such a small village like a paradise, he can have a new life of his own.

For the world he once lived in, except for Uncle Zhang, he has nothing to miss, so it is also a good thing to come to such a new world.

What made him even more excited was that this world was actually like what was written in some fantasy in his previous life, and it could be cultivated!

In Qingsong's memory, he learned that some strong people in this world can fly away from the sky, and in a fit of anger, the mountains and rivers will be shattered and the world will be destroyed.

This aroused Qingsong's yearning for a new life, because after having power, he could no longer endure anyone's ridicule and unfair treatment.

The other thing that made him happy was that he finally understood the meaning of the two strange words in the old book.

Those two words turned out to be - fairy tale!

This surprised and delighted him, he never expected that he would travel to another world and start a new life because of an old fairy tale book.

What makes him even more curious is, what will the fairy tale of this world be like?

Jiang Qingsong stood up from the grass, patted the dust on his body, and decided to go home and record all the fairy tales he knew in his previous life.

The original owner of this body was an orphan, so he had been living in the village chief's house.

The kind and kind old village chief treated Qingsong as his grandson, and he has been taking him in all these years and taking care of him very well.

Because he inherited the original memory, Jiang Qingsong is also full of respect for the old village chief, just like Uncle Zhang in his previous life, with a deep respect and closeness.

returned to the village chief's house, but no one was there, so Jiang Qingsong walked straight into his room.

On the old cracked desk, an old book with a thick brown paper cover was placed and quietly spread out.

The yellowed paper is extremely old and smells of old trees.

Because of the memories of the owner of this body, Qing Song has been able to read the words of this world.

On the first side of the old book, one line of characters reads "Alfedes".

Although he could know what was written, Qingsong still couldn't understand what it was, so he could only bury his doubts in his heart and have the opportunity to explore it again.

According to his guess, this should be the title of a story that belongs to this world, and someone has written it in this fairy tale book.

Suddenly, he had an idea to record the fairy tales he had seen in his previous life and pass them on to the world, and it seemed that it would be a good life experience to become a wandering fairy tale poet.

Jiang Qingsong showed a smile on his face, took out a quill pen from his right hand, dipped it in some ink, and prepared to write the fairy tale title of his previous life on the fairy tale book in front of him.

He still remembers that the first fairy tale he read in his previous life (folk tales are also included) was Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, that is, the folklore of "Open Sesame".

Because he was not familiar with the words of this world, Jiang Qingsong wrote "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves" on the yellowed paper crookedly.

Although the characters are strangely written, a smile still appears on Qing Song's face, and he sinks into a kind of self-absorption.

And at this moment, there was a sudden loud sound of horses' hooves outside the door, and it seemed that someone was roaring and rushing in the direction of the village, which was mixed with the exclamations of the villagers, and it was a mess for a while.

After Jiang Qingsong heard this, he hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, and before he even had time to close the book, he hurriedly rushed out of the room.

Since it was morning, it was sunny outside and the visibility was excellent.

He saw a group of people entrenched outside the village, all on tall horses, with long swords in their hands, and gold and silver on their bodies, looking extremely luxurious and rich.

According to Jiang Qingsong's guess, this should be a group of robbers, but are all the robbers in this world so rich?

Jiang Qingsong looked at the man at the head with some confusion, wearing a gold-colored battle armor, a snow-white horse on his hip, his eyes were black and shining, and he looked bright.

What he held tightly in his hand was a long knife that flashed with cold light, extremely sharp, and it was not ordinary at first glance.

Such a person, standing in front of Qing Song, saying that he is a royal knight can accept it, but... Is he really just a bandit?

The bandit raised his shiny saber and pointed it at the village chief at the front of the crowd.

"Hand over all the belongings in the village." The lead thief said, a cruel smile on his face.

The next moment, his expression suddenly became cold, and he shouted angrily, and the aura of blood and killing spread.

"Otherwise, kill!"

The atmosphere in the air was suddenly a little cold, and all the villagers' faces showed a look of fear, and the entire village was quiet for a while.

In panic, the villagers ran back to their homes, hid most of the rich things, took out a small part, and put them in the open space at the entrance of the village.

Of the more than 30 households' valuable items, only a small pile was piled up, and most of them were food and the like, which were not very valuable.

Seeing this scene in front of him, a cold chill appeared on the face of the thief in the lead, as if he had already guessed that there would be such a result.

He stretched out his right hand and beckoned in the air, giving an order.

"Search!"

Suddenly, the group of robbers behind him turned over and dismounted, put away their weapons, and rushed into the village.

These people kicked the door open, and after rushing in, they smashed and looted, turning the house into a mess.

After all, they are bandits, and they are very experienced in searching for property, and with such destructive smashing, they will not let go of even a little bit of valuable things.

There are even thieves who are looting, and they directly set fire to the whole house, which is regarded as a punishment for the villagers to hide their belongings.

At one time, five or six houses in the village were on fire, and the smoke billowed up so that it could be seen clearly from miles away.

In his previous life, as a modern person, where had he ever seen such a scene, and in addition to being shocked, a wave of anger surged in Qing Song's heart, and he clenched his fists tightly.

After looting the property, the robbers laughed and walked away.

Only the grieving villagers were left to cry helplessly as they cried over the ruined houses, but they were helpless.

(End of chapter)