Jiang Qingsong's body after crossing is relatively thin. But I grew up in a village, and I did a lot of farm work, so I was quite strong.

The green pine traveled between the mountains and fields for two whole hours, and finally came to the foot of the vast mountain. At this moment, it was getting dark, and it was already evening.

Since he had been living in modern times in his previous life, he did not have much experience in the wild. Fortunately, in the memory of this body, there are still some survival skills, otherwise he would not dare to touch the mountains alone without fear.

But after nightfall, the world was still very different from what he had thought.

Because he couldn't make a fire to avoid being discovered by the thieves. And in the evening, if there is no fire in the deep mountains, it means that you are hungry and cold.

Luckily, he had prepared some dry food, so he wouldn't be hungry.

Until this time, Jiang Qingsong had a trace of regret in his heart. He should not have gone deep into the mountains to find the treasure of the so-called thieves on the spur of the moment.

After all, Alibaba's story is just a legend, not the real world. The reality can't be so good, he may not be able to find the treasure, not to mention, and it is very likely that he will lose his name.

However, once it comes, it is safe. After Jiang Qingsong calmed down his mood, he decided to explore the deep mountains and return to the village after dawn tomorrow.

Through the bleak moonlight, Jiang Qingsong shuttled through the mountains and forests, but his heart was full of fear.

He needed to find a place where he could rest overnight and be safe enough. After all, in such a deep mountain, there is a high probability that there will be a ferocious beast, and once encountered, he will die without a place to bury.

An indifferent and thin figure walked alone in the dense forest, looking extremely small and lonely.

He eventually spotted a stout tree with lush foliage, and the interlaced foliage formed a sturdy platform in mid-air.

Jiang Qingsong was overjoyed, and finally found a place that could be used to hide, not only to shelter from the cold wind, but also to avoid most of the beasts.

He carefully observed the situation in his vicinity, and after making sure that there was no danger in the vicinity for the time being, he climbed up to the branch of the tree with three times and two times. A man curled up and leaned against a few staggered branches, trying to survive the night.

After walking all afternoon, Jiang Qingsong was already tired. Leaning on the thick trunk of the tree, it didn't take long for Jiang Qingsong to fall into a deep sleep.

The moon hung high in the sky, emitting a soft glow that shone over the vast expanse of the land. The cold moonlight shone through the gaps between the leaves and on Jiang Qingsong's handsome face.

He was asleep, with a faint smile on his face, as if he were dreaming a beautiful fairytale-like dream.

After the villagers were looted, they wept a lot, only the old village chief sighed, and looked lonely at the distant figure of the thieves.

Because Qingsong has the memory of his own body, he also has a deep affection for this small village, and there is nowhere to vent his anger in his heart at this time.

After the thieves had disappeared, the old people of the village comforted some of the weeping women, while the middle-aged men hurried to extinguish the burning house and clean up the ruins of the village.

It's not that they're cowardly, it's that in the face of these murderous thieves with sophisticated weapons, resistance heralds greater sacrifice.

If these thieves were angry, it was highly likely that the entire village would be burned and slaughtered.

Qing Song saw the old village chief turn his back, tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, and he looked very sad when he drew down his wrinkled face.

Because the middle-aged people in the village had already organized the aftermath of the work, the old village chief returned to his home and sat there without saying a word.

Qing Song couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and sat next to the village chief.

According to the body's previous memories, this kind of thieves burned and plundered about once every two or three years. And each time it brings infinite grief and scars to this small village.

He had been young before, so the village chief never told him the reason for the incident. And the green pine who crossed over decided to take advantage of this opportunity to ask things clearly.

Under Qingsong's repeated questioning, the village chief finally told him what happened, after all, he was already a sixteen-year-old sensible young man.

"You should also know that the area we are in is called Yanyunling."

The village chief's voice was extremely hoarse, and he seemed extremely weak at this time, and he should still be sad about what happened before.

Qing Song nodded, he had already learned these things from his original memory. The size of this Yanyun Ridge is about the size of half a province in the previous life, and it is also inhabited by tens of thousands of people.

"Here in Yanyunling, most of them are mountains, so there are groups of thieves hiding in the mountains, burning, killing and looting the surrounding villages, and doing all kinds of evil."

Speaking of this, the village chief shook his head helplessly, he was powerless against this cruel reality.

"And among these robbers, the most famous is the Yanyun Forty Thieves."

"Almost every three years, these robbers come to the village and plunder, and if there is any act of resistance, they are mercilessly slaughtered."

Hearing this, Qing Song's heart suddenly moved, he thought of the story of "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves" in his previous life, and suddenly felt that there would be a treasure belonging to these robbers in the deep mountains near here.

The village chief sighed and told Jiang Qingsong everything, until the tears in his dry eyes disappeared and looked dull again, and then he finally waved his hand and fell into silence.

Jiang Qingsong saw the state of the village chief, so he didn't bother anymore, but returned to his room.

When he returned to his room, he saw the fairy tale book spread out on the table, with the title of the book clearly on it.

Jiang Qingsong closed the book and stroked the intricate pattern on the cover with both hands, it seemed to have magical power, making him feel a little strange.

He crossed over inexplicably, and it was precisely because of the fairy tale book in front of him that Qing Song's heart always felt that something big would happen.

So, he finally made up his mind to go deep into the mountains to have a look.

The village chief had already told him the exact location of the gang of thieves, so Jiang Qingsong sneaked out of the village in the afternoon while everyone in the village was resting.

Fifteen kilometers east of the village, is the dangerous peak called the vast mountain, and the forty thieves of Yanyun also inhabit here.

Fifteen kilometers, that is, thirty miles, is not far away, but it is not close.

Jiang Qingsong's body after crossing is relatively thin. But I grew up in a village, and I did a lot of farm work, so I was quite strong.

The green pine traveled between the mountains and fields for two whole hours, and finally came to the foot of the vast mountain. At this moment, it was getting dark, and it was already evening.

Since he had been living in modern times in his previous life, he did not have much experience in the wild. Fortunately, in the memory of this body, there are still some survival skills, otherwise he would not dare to touch the mountains alone without fear.

But after nightfall, the world was still very different from what he had thought.

Because he couldn't make a fire to avoid being discovered by the thieves. And in the evening, if there is no fire in the deep mountains, it means that you are hungry and cold.

Luckily, he had prepared some dry food, so he wouldn't be hungry.

Until this time, Jiang Qingsong had a trace of regret in his heart. He should not have gone deep into the mountains to find the treasure of the so-called thieves on the spur of the moment.

After all, Alibaba's story is just a legend, not the real world. The reality can't be so good, he may not be able to find the treasure, not to mention, and it is very likely that he will lose his name.

However, once it comes, it is safe. After Jiang Qingsong calmed down his mood, he decided to explore the deep mountains and return to the village after dawn tomorrow.

Through the bleak moonlight, Jiang Qingsong shuttled through the mountains and forests, but his heart was full of fear.

He needed to find a place where he could rest overnight and be safe enough. After all, in such a deep mountain, there is a high probability that there will be a ferocious beast, and once encountered, he will die without a place to bury.

An indifferent and thin figure walked alone in the dense forest, looking extremely small and lonely.

He eventually spotted a stout tree with lush foliage, and the interlaced foliage formed a sturdy platform in mid-air.

Jiang Qingsong was overjoyed, and finally found a place that could be used to hide, not only to shelter from the cold wind, but also to avoid most of the beasts.

He carefully observed the situation in his vicinity, and after making sure that there was no danger in the vicinity for the time being, he climbed up to the branch of the tree with three times and two times. A man curled up and leaned against a few staggered branches, trying to survive the night.

After walking all afternoon, Jiang Qingsong was already tired. Leaning on the thick trunk of the tree, it didn't take long for Jiang Qingsong to fall into a deep sleep.

The moon hung high in the sky, emitting a soft glow that shone over the vast expanse of the land. The cold moonlight shone through the gaps between the leaves and on Jiang Qingsong's handsome face.

He was asleep, with a faint smile on his face, as if he were dreaming a beautiful fairytale-like dream.

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.

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.