During the Western Jin Dynasty, there was a young man named Wang Zhen, who was honest and intelligent, and was good at seizing opportunities. His parents died early, leaving only a thatched hut, and he made a living by chopping wood. One day, when he was chopping wood and walking into the depths of the mountain, he saw two white-haired old men playing chess on a stone, and Wang Zhen was curious, put down his axe, and stepped forward to watch. An old man turned around and handed Wang Zhen something shaped like a jujube core and motioned for Wang Zhen to eat, Wang Zhen took it with both hands, thanked him in his mouth, and felt no longer hungry after eating.

Wang Zhen kept seeing the end of the chess game, and the old man said to Wang Qian: "This is not the world. Immortal family for a moment, a hundred years in the mortal world, you should go home early. ”

Wang Zhen was shocked, and looked back at the axe on the ground, the handle was rotten, and the axe body was seriously corroded. Look at the clothes on his body, they are in tatters.

Wang Zhen hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, and said: "The villain is ignorant, trespassing in the fairyland, and offending the immortals, it is really a crime that deserves death." It's just that the villain's parents are dead, he is alone, his life is hard, he can't eat, and he hopes that the immortals will take him in. ”

The old man said: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals, you can't stay." ”

Wang Zhen kowtowed again and again, and said: "That being the case, I implore the immortals to teach me my skills, so that I can live in troubled times." ”

The immortal stepped forward, nodded on the cover of Wang Qiantianling, and said, "I have helped you open your mind, with your current wisdom, it is not difficult to survive in troubled times." ”

Wang Zhen was not satisfied, and still knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

As soon as the immortal raised his hand, Wang Zhen's body stood up involuntarily; Raising his hand again, a book appeared out of thin air in his hand, and said: "The immortal family has already escaped from the Three Realms, and it should not interfere with the world. This book is a worldly thing, which I acquired by chance, and is of no use to me. You grab your book and leave quickly. ”

Wang Zhen respectfully stepped forward to receive the book, bowed and thanked him again, picked up the rusty axe on the ground and walked out. When I looked back, the stone was still there, and the immortal was gone. Only Wang Zhen was alone in the dense forest.

Wang Zhen took the book into his arms and observed it intently, but Lin Shen had no path. Fortunately, he has been in and out of the forest since he was a child, and he has an excellent ability to recognize directions. Carefully identify the direction, walk out of the deep mountains one foot deep and one foot shallow, and mark the road with a rusty axe in case you come back in the future. However, the tugging of the foliage and weeds almost left him uncovered.

He touched his chest, the book was safe and sound, and he was a little relieved, and rushed home. The scenery on the way home is very different from when I came out.

Wang Zhen was worried, and sure enough, the thatched hut at home had collapsed. As far as the eye can see, there are only a few broken and collapsed tiles left in the wild grass, which is extremely desolate. Wang Zhen was struck and stood in place for a long time, not knowing what to do, but the rusty axe in his hand was all the belongings. Wang Zhen thought about it and decided that it was better to visit the immortal again and beg him to take him in, it was better than living alone in the world with nothing. Perhaps, if you are careful to wait for one or two, you can also spy on the way to ask for immortals.

The decision was made, and Wang Zhen returned the same way. On the road, the old man who farmed the field drove his cattle home.

Wang Zhen wanted to confirm it, so he stepped forward and asked: "Old man, my name is Wang Zhen, I have lived in the mountains since I was a child, and today I met an idler who asked me to say, how many years has the Jin Dynasty been founded?" I don't know how to answer, I wonder if the old man can solve my doubts? ”

When the old man saw that Wang Zhen was in rags, he guessed that he had fled to the mountains because he had fled the famine.

The old man thought for a while and said, "Sima Yan, the founding emperor of the Jin Dynasty, is my grandfather's generation, and it should be a hundred years ago. ”

Although Wang Zhen had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but chuckle in his heart when he heard the answer.

Wang asked: "Thank you for the old man for solving my doubts." Again, when the number of the year is what? ”

The old man said: "When this year's number is Xingning, this year is the second year of Xingning." ”

Wang Zhen was sorting out his thoughts, and when the old man saw that he was silent, he looked at him and asked, "Wang Zhen, where are you going?" ”

Wang asked, "I want to go back to the mountains." ”

The old man said: "The mountains are hard, take care of yourself!" After speaking, he was about to continue to drive the cattle home, but was stopped by Wang Qian: "May I ask what the old man is called?" ”

The old man said: "The old man's surname is Ma, ranked ninth, and the people in the village call me Uncle Nine." ”

Wang asked: "Excuse me, where does Uncle Nine's family live?" I want to know if there is anything I don't understand in the future, and I want to ask Uncle Nine for advice. ”

Uncle Nine pointed to the front of the road and said, "At the end of this path is my house, where I am the only one and has no neighbors, so it is very easy to find." ”

After thanking and saying goodbye to Uncle Jiu, Wang Zhen continued to rush into the mountains. He looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting late, and at night there were fierce beasts in the mountains, and it was dangerous to enter the mountains. Thinking of this, Wang Zhen subconsciously licked his lips, found that his mouth was dry and uncomfortable, and then remembered that he hadn't drunk water or eaten all day today. He picked up the leather pouch around his waist to drink water, but found it empty.

Wang Zhen suddenly remembered that he had just crossed a hundred years, and he had not eaten or drunk for a whole day, but had not eaten or drunk for a whole hundred years. The axe was rotten, the clothes were broken, the water in the skin was evaporated, Wang Zhen touched his face, and then looked at his body, it seemed that the only thing that was not affected was his own body. Wang Zhen knew that it was the elixir that the immortals gave him to protect him. What happens if you don't eat the elixir? Wang Zhen didn't dare to think about it.

Wang Zhen knew that there was a mountain stream in front of him and turned left and walked straight along the path, and the water quality was sweet and cool. Wang Zhen found the mountain stream according to the road, drank a few big sips in a hurry, poured a stomach of water to quench his thirst, and filled the skin bag casually. Wang Zhen looked at the surrounding terrain and environment, estimated the risk, and decided to spend the night here.

Wang Zhen found a dead branch of suitable size nearby, cut it off, hammered it into the axe, and installed a handle on the axe. He also gathered some dry wood and dead leaves. He laid the dead leaves on the bottom, set up dry wood on them, and picked up some flammable hay velvet and lit them on top of the dead leaves and ignited them. He was glad that the fire fold could still be used for a hundred years, otherwise he would have drilled wood to make fire.

By the time the king had made a fire, it was already completely dark. Only now did Wang Zhen feel at ease, leaning on the stone to bake the fire, and took out the book given by the immortal from his arms. Wang Zhen looked at the book in his hand and sighed with emotion, this adventure made him homeless, I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Wang Zhen weighed the writing and the back of the book, which may be a relationship that spans a hundred years, and the book has been sallow. There was no title on the book, and when he opened the book, it turned out to be a boxing book, and there were many villains in different poses drawn on the book. There are two lines on the last page: Regular practice of this exercise has the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life.

Wang Zhen was very disappointed, he thought that there were immortal spells recorded in it, but who would have thought that it was a fist book, and it was obviously used by immortals to send him away. Wang Zhen thought that if he came, he would be safe, and if he didn't practice, he wouldn't practice. So according to the villain's frame, I learned it one by one.

It wasn't until the fire was about to be extinguished that Wang Zhen stopped practicing. Hurriedly picked up dry firewood and added fire, it was too tired to sleep for a hundred years, Wang Zhen leaned on the stone and slept in his clothes.