Ling Xingchen looked at the meat and cakes that Xue Ying was carrying, although he was hungry, he really had no appetite, but the beautiful woman's sentence just now, "There is hope when people are alive", he couldn't help but be moved. Thinking of Yue'er and his parents, he had an epiphany: how can he have the strength to go home without eating.

So I took it, barely squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and after thanking him, while eating unknown meat, the taste was the same as chewing wax, and listening to everyone's explanations of what was going on.

It turned out that three days ago, the best young people of the new generation in the village went up the mountain to hunt and returned, and found that he had fainted on the shore of Shengyue Lake, and he still had a breath, so he brought it back, and he happened to be at the door of Xueying's house, he was full of fever and muscle twitches, so he was placed in Xueying's house and let Xueying take care of him, and almost everyone in the village came to see him in the past few days. Today, with the exception of the Snow Eagle and the Yellow Bird, they all went to the nearest town to exchange their prey for daily necessities.

After a while, the people of the village heard that the strange boy they had brought back a few days ago had woken up, and everyone who had nothing to do came to visit and greet them.

As for those aunts and aunts who had boys at home, they also invited Ling Xingchen to live in their house. When they heard Ling Xingchen, who seemed to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, say that he was already twenty years old, they all felt incredible.

The people in the village were kind, simple, and enthusiastic, and even said that they would give him a beautiful daughter-in-law when they had time! They were already surprised that there was such a handsome and dashing man.

"If you don't dislike it, this Crescent Village will be your home in the future. ”

"Yes, yes, tell us what you need. ”

......

The hunters had no ill intentions, but they were all worried about him before they woke up.

Born in a scholarly family, his parents are both university professors, although Ling Xingchen is a martial arts idiot, he has a cheerful, sunny personality, and is approachable by nature, and is infected by their warm and simple folk customs.

In these years, there are many deceitful people, and it is rare to see such simple and kind folk customs. Ling Xingchen's heart warmed, dispelled his doubts, and let down his vigilance.

He didn't interrupt them, just smiled and nodded at them.

After everyone's introduction, Ling Xingchen knew that this world was called the Xuantian Realm, and it was a world of martial artists.

In addition to poisonous insects and beasts on the mountain, there are also beast demons who have cultivated to become fine, and they are extremely ferocious. The people in the village can only hunt beasts or low-level beasts and demons that have not opened their spiritual intelligence.

The current location is a remote Orion Village in the Dongwu Continent of the Xuantian Realm, and the villagers make a living from hunting.

The basic situation was introduced, and seeing that Ling Xingchen's mood was quite stable and nothing would happen, the adults went to busy their own affairs, leaving a group of little children who had not yet built a foundation, and asked questions around Ling Xingchen. There is also a snot baby who has never come down since he climbed into the arms of the stars.

I'll take it, my character exploded, not only did I cross over to another world, but there were still all kinds of demons and monsters in the cultivation world, survival was a problem, how to go back?

Ling Xingchen couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, but as a result, he felt that his dantian seemed to twitch, and there seemed to be a feeling of ripples in his mind.

Although he didn't want to accept it in his heart, he didn't want to believe that he had crossed the other world, but the truth was right in front of him.

Ling Xingchen was dazed and helpless in his heart, his face was pale, his bitter gourd face looked like someone else owed five million, his phoenix eyes were hollow and dim.

He wasn't ready to cross at all!

In the courtyard, the ground paved with cyan stone slabs and the courtyard walls made of turquoise stones are full of unknown flowers and plants, which are blooming the best time of their lives, dancing freely in the spring breeze!

In the middle of the courtyard, a large stone table in the shape of a white lotus flower is surrounded by stone benches, and in the middle of the table is a fish tank hewn out of emerald green stone.

"Big brother, my name is Kong Bailing, you are so handsome, what's your name?"

"Ling'er is good, Ling'er is also very cute, she must be a big beauty when she grows up, her brother's name is Ling Xingchen. Ling Xingchen reluctantly squeezed out a smile, touched the little girl's head, put away a pair of arrogant people who are not close to people, and answered all kinds of childish questions from the children.

He was playing with the children and thinking at the same time. Unconsciously, I fell into the abyss of memories, and after a trance for a while, I felt a little resentful.

Why did I cross over in the first place? I want to promote Chinese martial arts, and I have never done anything wrong, so why did I suffer such a bad fate......

One side of the water and soil to support the other side.

The mountains gave them the firmness and simplicity of the mountains.

Natural selection, endowed them with courage and courage, they inherited the enthusiasm and kindness of their ancestors, and they had no ill will towards him, a strange face, but were particularly curious.

The children did not recognize him at all, and called "brother" and "brother", perhaps because no outsiders had ever come in the village, and they were very curious about him, and clinged to him.

He was holding the snot baby in one hand, led by Bailing in the other, and followed by a few children who were younger than Bailing, walking around the village.

But he was not in the mood for sightseeing at all, and let the children take him, as if he had lost his soul, like a puppet, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to where he went, and several times if it wasn't for the children's reminders, he would have crashed into the wall or the tree.

He couldn't help himself, he couldn't figure out why he crossed over and how to go back.

I don't know when, Bai Ling has taken him to a quiet bamboo forest, close to nature, and it seems that the whole person is different.

Such an environment is a good place for literati to invite the moon to drink, recite poems, play the piano, cook tea and play chess, and even a good place for martial artists to practice.

He couldn't help but think of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, composing poems in the bamboo forest, and remembering Wang Wei sitting alone in the secluded fence, playing the piano and howling.

However, that world is too far away from him, perhaps, he can't go back for the rest of his life!

Yue'er, father, mother!

Well, since you can travel through, you can travel back. If you have come, you will be safe, first understand the world, and then find a way to go back. Ling Xingchen's sharp phoenix eyes regained a ray of brilliance.

Trying to retract his thoughts, he saw more than a dozen teenagers between the ages of seven and eight to eleven or twelve from a distance, armed with wooden knives, swords, and guns, practicing martial arts in the bamboo forest. There was a ray of brilliance in his eyes again.

Before meeting Yue'er, this was his most sincere love!

Yue'er, wait for me, father and mother, wait for the child!

Ling Xingchen roared inwardly, his empty eyes began to focus, he regained his vigor and looked at them.

Although he is young, his body seems to have Xuan Qi fluctuations, and he has practiced every move and style, and a few of his roots and talents are still good in his opinion.

However, this exercise is too superficial, almost all of them are fragments, and there are too many bugs, so I really dare not compliment.

"Brother Xingchen, look, don't look at the wooden weapons they use, this is made of hundred-year-old bronze wood that Brother Jinhu and they found during a hunt, but it took several days! The weight and hardness are a few points stronger than ordinary iron weapons. The tallest one is called Meng Ju, who is currently a middle-level martial artist, and he is practicing a set of marksmanship with a wooden gun, called the Tiger Wei Killing Gun. ”

"Break the gun, break the tiger and kill the wolf. The snot baby in Ling Xingchen's arms danced with his hands, his milk voice was milky, and his words were slurred, interrupting Bai Ling's words.

"Good. Ling Xingchen touched his head.

He liked to use a sword, but his father, Uncle Meng, disagreed, saying that his son must inherit his tricks. The fattest one is called Wang Jufeng, a beginner martial artist, and he practices the power splitting axe. ”

"The three brothers of the Lu family who use the wooden sword, the triplets, are called Liuyun, Jingyun, and Broken Cloud respectively, and they practice the Liuyun Sword, and the realm cannot be seen. A boy named Li Hanquan, who was about the same size as her, interjected.

"Good. Ling Xingchen touched his head with his right hand.

"Then you're still interjecting?" Bai Ling glanced at Li Hanquan and continued: "The three of them are all mid-level martial artists. ”

"Not long ago, Brother Jin Hu and they got a secret book called the Wind Knife Technique from the town, but unfortunately it is a bit difficult, so they are not allowed to practice ...... at present" The five-year-old Bai Ling held Ling Xingchen with his left hand and pointed at them one by one with his right hand to introduce.

The children, you introduced the exercises and realms of the martial arts teenager word by word, and as a qualified martial artist, he was also very curious, and was ready to ask the adults for advice next.

"What kind of weapon does Ling'er like to use?" Ling Xingchen took this to divert his attention.

"Ling'er wants to be the same as Sister Snow Eagle, to be a heroic female warrior with a long sword, but the Liuyun Sword is too simple, although it has not yet been built and has not been formally learned, but the move Ling'er has mastered it! Ling'er tilted her head strangely, her big watery eyes turned, quite proud, but she was a little disappointed and said: "According to Grandpa, the other martial arts in the village have been lost, and only this little martial art is left." ”

"Huh, Ling'er is so powerful, she will definitely be as heroic as Sister Snow Eagle in the future. Ling Xingchen looked at this four or five-year-old girl in surprise. In fact, her roots and talent are much higher than those little ones who are cultivating.

Ling Xingchen was pleasantly surprised to find that his brain now seemed to know what it was, and it could know why it was coming from the feeling of being self-taught. Listening to Bai Ling's introduction, he knew that the martial arts realm in this world was divided into martial disciples, warriors, martial masters, military generals, martial marquis, martial kings, martial emperors, martial saints, martial honors, and martial gods. Each realm is divided into three small realms: primary, middle and high.

The exercises in this world are divided into martial arts and martial techniques. Martial arts do not have the mental method of operating internal strength, while martial arts have both internal mental strength and martial arts.

Since the crossing, Ling Xingchen seems to have a kind of understanding of everything, and he suddenly became enlightened.

It seems that there is no end to it!

"Brother Xingchen, come with me, Ling'er will take you to see Sister Xueying practice. ”

"Find Sister Snow Eagle. ”

"Watch Sister Snow Eagle practice swordsmanship"

"Kiss Sister Snow Eagle. ”

......

Far away, Ling Xingchen heard the sharp whistling of the sword rubbing against the air.

I saw a fair-skinned young girl in a green bamboo forest, wrapping her delicate figure in a green power suit.

She has long hair fluttering, holding a silver glittering long sword, waving it in the bamboo forest, one move and one style, like those heroines in Jin Yong's martial arts novels, and the moves and body shape are well matched. However, there is a lack of mastery of strength, and 60% is not used.

What's more, this sword technique is really too low, there are too many bugs, and it can be drastically corrected and improved, and the power will be increased a lot.

He vaguely saw the trajectory of the Xuanqi of the Snow Eagle Dantian running in the meridians, concentrated, the dantian operated, and really saw the cyan Xuanqi flowing out of her dantian, and after running in her meridians for a circle, he returned to the dantian.