The rapidly slicing white beam of light around it was suddenly replaced by a hazy white mist.

The sparse raindrops stuck to his cheeks, and there was a hint of coldness.

Everything around him was quiet, and he could hear his own breathing, and Chen Zhenyi tried hard to see everything in front of him, but in this hazy white mist, all his efforts were in vain.

"Re-education through labor?"

"Li Suya?"

He subconsciously lowered his voice and shouted twice, but did not respond.

Chen Zhenyi was a little uneasy, it was a kind of fear of nothingness, he obviously felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring around, but no one answered, and even his voice was swallowed up by this nothingness.

He wanted to escape from the white mist that surrounded him, but the cold aura that came from his feet enveloped him in all directions, and there was only one explanation for this situation, and he was on a towering and narrow peak.

Because of this feeling, he had experienced it when he went to chant with the second master.

On a high platform built by a wooden ladder, on a square bench ten meters above the ground, when he sat cross-legged, the air flow from under his feet was the feeling of enveloping the person entirely.

The air flow he felt was even colder. It shows that he is more than ten meters above the ground at this time, and there is no obstacle within 100 meters around.

"Ding......

The familiar chime in my head reappeared. Then came the somewhat stiff voice of the artificial intelligence:

The energy field interaction is completed, and the hidden memory is opened......

"So I'm 2288 years ago?" Chen Zhen was overjoyed, and before he could be happy, he fell into despair again, thinking that he was "dying before he got out of school!" ”。

Sure enough, the crossing is not so simple. All the magical stories about using modern knowledge to dominate antiquity after traveling back are deceitful.

"Knock...... Knock ......"

When Chen Zhenyi was mourning, there was a loud bell in his ears......

As the bell rang, the wind blew around.

The white mist also began to disperse, and it didn't take much effort for the surrounding scene to slowly become clear.

As expected, he was on top of a pinnacle at this time. There was only one place the size of a manhole cover at his feet, and there was a bottomless abyss all around.

Chen Zhenyi couldn't help but gasp, and his legs began to tremble.

After reciting a few verses of mindfulness and meditation, and calming down a little, he opened his eyes and turned around, looking in the direction from which the bell came.

In the south of the top of the peak, there is a temple where the drop is 100 meters, spread out along the mountain, there are nine courtyards in total, the red wall and the golden top, majestic and magnificent.

In the middle of the courtyard of the six or seven entrances, there is a huge square, I don't know what it is paved with, and the white is dazzling. In the center of the square is the Tai Chi Pisces diagram, and there are eight trigrams distributed around it according to directions.

"It should be a Taoist temple!" Chen Zhenyi muttered.

The temple is surrounded by lush greenery and overgrown with flowers and trees. From time to time, cranes fly by.

Looking at the Taoist temple, Chen Zhenyi remembered the feng shui that Mr. Kong said when he was on the south mountain in Zhonglin Village.

This Taoist temple occupies the best time and place, the left leads to Chonggang, the right Junqu Shui, the front row Cui Ping, the back pillow Hualu, the bamboo repair pine Mao, the orchid Fufu, the osmanthus bush, the golden fungus lingers fragrant, the Qian Lin Tengcui, the proper cave heaven blessed land.

Even the aura of heaven and earth that lingered around the Taoist temple was faintly visible, and Chen Zhenyi finally understood the origin of the ancients' joy for the mountain.

In China's thousands of years of history, the joy of mountains and rivers is beyond imagination, and it is no wonder that those literati and Taoist monks, even ordinary people like themselves feel refreshed when they see it?

However, this feeling of wandering and envy quickly disappeared. The cruel reality in front of him made him feel melancholy.

It's like seeing a table of delicious food after exhaustion, but you can't touch it, what could be more tragic than that?

"Alas! What is this called? Chen Zhen sat down suddenly, and his mood fell to the bottom.

……

Wudang Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

An old man with crane hair and a childish face, a peach hairpin in his bun, dressed in a cyan robe, and holding a feather fan in his hand, sat cross-legged in the hall, closing his eyes and recuperating. Behind him is the statue of the Xuanwu Emperor, a black-robed Xuanwu stepping on the Xuanwu turtle, surrounded by a green snake, not angry and self-assured, and a three-foot long sword in his hand is shining with a dark blue light at this moment.

The old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the gray sky outside the hall, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He floated out of the hall like a ghost and looked at the Tianzhu Peak in the northwest.

A black dot was shaking at the top of the Pillar Peak.

The Taoist boy standing at the door saw Shizun coming out, bowed his head and said, "Master, what do you command?"

"In vain! How long has it been since we confiscated apprentices in Wudang Mountain? Lao Dao asked in a harmonious voice, his eyes kept on the top of the Heavenly Pillar Peak.

Xiao Daotong scratched his head, frowned and calculated carefully, and replied uncertainly: "It should be ten years!"

The old Taoist priest retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at the little Taoist boy, and laughed loudly: "You little ghost, you are only greedy for appetite on weekdays, so confused, I have not accepted apprentices in Wudang for twelve years."

Xiao Daotong grinned and looked at Shizun embarrassedly.

"It's time...... the old Taoist priest smiled.

"Master, which boy are you fanciing into?" Although Xiaodao Tong is greedy, he is not stupid, he learned to observe words and emotions at a young age, and understood that Shizun wanted to accept apprentices.

"This is a godsend, it is my martial arts luck, it is also my Shangqing faction's luck, and it is my luck to be a quaint crown" The old Taoist priest smiled even more heartily.

Xiao Daotong frowned. He has followed Shizun since he was three years old, and now he is seventeen years old, and he has never seen Shizun so happy as he is today. Guess in your heart: Could it be the descendants of the Chu royal family? Or is the prince of Chu going up the mountain?

"Master, who is going to go up the mountain to apprentice?" Xiao Daotong asked timidly.

The old Taoist priest smiled, glanced at the Taoist boy kindly, and said, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed......

This has to be kept secret, you are an old man, don't say it, Dao Tong was sarcastic in his heart, and still said respectfully: "The apprentice understands......"

While the master and apprentice were talking, a crane fell from the sky and landed firmly in front of the old Taoist, and chirped in a low voice.

"Crane, you're here too? So, even you know someone is going up the mountain? Xiao Daotong ran over and stroked the crane and muttered.

The crane let out a low roar, transformed into a human form, and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, the secret of heaven must not be revealed..."

The old Taoist priest and the crane met and laughed, leaving only the little Taoist boy confused......

"Senior brother, tell me, who is going to go up the mountain?" The little Taoist boy walked to the crane and sold the cuteness.

Xianhe Zhengse said: "I can only tell you that this person is not going up the mountain but going down the mountain"

"Down the mountain?" Xiao Daotong didn't know why, and asked, "Could it be that you came down from the ancestral court?" ”

"I don't know," Xianhe shook his head and looked at the little dao boy.

"Disciple, you go and clean up a meditation room and come out" The old Taoist priest put away the smile on his face and said solemnly.

"Oh! Knowing ......" Seeing that the master had a serious face, Xiao Daotong didn't dare to make another attempt, and walked down the stone steps in a daze.

"Go get him!" The old Taoist priest looked up at Tianzhu Peak and shook the feather fan in his hand.

"Yes......" The crane agreed, turned into a crane again, let out a long roar, and flew to Tianzhu Peak.

Chen Zhenyi was shocked when he saw a crane flying towards him.

Looking at the crane with a full wingspan, I thought that if it touched me, then I wouldn't burp. If you fall so high, I'm afraid you won't even have a hair left!

Although I was scared in my heart, I secretly used my strength in my hands. At this time, I don't know if it's friend or foe, and if it suddenly attacks, it will have to fight for itself.

The crane hovered in front of the peak, looked at the strangely dressed boy with dark eyes, and said, "We've been waiting for you for a long time......

"Damn, it can still talk, where am I? Shouldn't you wear it to Wonderland? Chen Zhen was shocked, fixed his mind, and asked in a low voice, "What is this place?" ”

Xianhe said: "Wudang Mountain ......"

"Wudang Mountain, Hubei?" Chen Zhenyi asked.

A trace of incomprehension flashed in the eyes of the immortal crane, and he shook his head lightly, and said, "Xichu Wudang, Shangqing Holy Land."

Xichu? Overlord? Xiang Yu? Chen Zhenyi quickly collected memories of Xi Chu and frowned slightly.

Chen Zhenyi, who was trying to piece together the history of Western Chu, felt his body slowly float up, and then sat on the back of the immortal crane, and before he could ask anything more, the immortal crane flew towards the Taoist temple at the bottom of the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already landed at the gate of the Jade Void Palace.

The crane also unknowingly turned into a human form. As soon as Chen Zhen opened his eyes, he saw that there was a splendid, magnificent, and solemn palace in front of him, with the red lacquer door open, and an old Taoist dressed in a cyan robe, with a childish face and a smile on his face, standing at the door, and the feather fan in his hand was shaking gently.

Standing next to him was a man in white about thirty years old, who was extremely handsome, and there was a kind of unearthly air between his eyebrows, and there was a faint white light all over his body.

"Master, what time is it?" Chen Zhenyi asked in a low voice.

The old Taoist priest saw that the young man in front of him was dressed strangely, hesitated for a moment, and fanned the young man with a feather fan, and the blue and white school uniform on the young man's body instantly turned into a white Taoist robe, and then he smiled and said: "...... at noon"

Chen Zhen smiled embarrassedly when he saw that the old Tao in front of him had misunderstood his meaning, and then said, "Master, I'm asking what era it is?" ”

"The 29th year of King Xiang......"

"Eastern Zhou?"

The old Taoist priest sighed lightly: "The world of the Zhou family has long existed in name only, and now the princes are conquering, the world is in chaos, and the people are ...... to make a living."

"So it's the Warring States period?" Chen Zhenyi wondered.

"Sengoku?" The old Taoist priest was stunned at first, and then smiled: "You can also say that!" The heroes are competing for hegemony, and the vassal states are in turmoil, and it is impossible to say that it is a warring state......"

Chen Zhenyi understood that the so-called Warring States was the definition of descendants, and they didn't necessarily say so at the time, and after thinking for a while, they already understood it in their hearts.

Since Wudang Mountain is in the territory of Western Chu, according to their chronology, it should be the twenty-ninth year of King Xiang, that is, the end of the Warring States Period.

"The prelude to Qin's domination of the world has begun?" Chen Zhenyi searched hard for memories of the twenty-ninth year of King Chu Xiang.