Dragons and tigers, there are bells and drums;

The dragon soars and the tiger leaps, there are civil and martial;

The rivers are like dragons, and the mountains are like tigers;

The long roar looks up to the sky, and the long song should cry;

A sword cuts through the canopy,

A bloody annotation of the history books of the thousand years.

- "Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger" Ren Weixin lyrics

The wind is gently caressing the earth, the rain outside the door is falling sparsely, in my mind, a lyric is rippling, the wind, the rain, the singing, is so ethereal, and so clear, Chen Fan just listened quietly, felt, it was so comfortable, and it was so sleepy, yes, sleepy, as if watching a movie, tired, sleepy, sleepy, not dreaming, waking up but not waking up.

The glazed sword light, the annoying poetry, the dim candlelight flickered in front of the desk, a teenager lay on the bed and fell asleep quietly, and a little light suddenly rose to the sky on his body, at this moment, Chen Fan felt that he was falling towards the young man, yes, falling, as if he finally had a home, he could inhabit, he could wander, inexplicably, Chen Fan knew that he had crossed over, crossed over to this young man.

You don't need to open your eyes, the soul perceives the body, and a cool feeling comes from the body, and between the breath and the breath, a stream of clear air comes out of nowhere, and it is rushing along the left arm, through the left neck and head, to the Baihui acupoint above the head, for a while, to break out of the body, but it is blocked by an unknown object, and it is accumulating on the top of the head, but with the increase of cool air, it is estimated that it is only a matter of time before the body breaks out.

Do you go to sleep, or do you wake up? Is it dreaming, or is it crossing? Pages? Wordless pages? A page suddenly appeared in his mind, shining brightly, the cool air above his head, at the moment when he rushed to the Baihui acupoint, a page appeared, the cool air was blocked by the page, through the large vertebrae of the body, rushing down the dantian, so sleepy, Chen Fan was no longer entangled, and fell asleep.

The rain gradually stopped, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up. The sunlight after the rain pierces through the red glow and shines on the quiet courtyard. "Lang Jun is awake, Lang Jun is awake!" Opening his eyes slightly, Chen Fan heard a cry of joy like a yellow warbler. "Hey, it's really crossed!" Suppressing the panic and hesitation, Chen Fan looked at the place where the voice came from, and saw a young girl dressed in a white gown, with a robe around her waist, and two ribbons in the middle, turning away, the ribbons fluttering in the wind.

After a while, a sound of footsteps came, "Wu'er is awake, Wu'er is awake, thank God!" Chen Fan raised his eyes and looked, a woman, wearing a light cyan gown, with wide sleeves, a bun on her head, a golden hairpin, lightly swept Emei, graceful and luxurious, slightly tired in her expression, but with surprise, it was her mother, Chen Fan opened his mouth and wanted to shout "Mom", but suddenly felt wrong, he didn't see the little boy call his mother "Mom", "Mother", Chen Fan almost subconsciously whispered, At the same time, I remembered that in ancient China, when the Northern and Southern Dynasties were called, it was this call, could it be that I traveled to the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties? Chen Fan's slightly questioning conjecture.

"Wu'er finally woke up, how could he suddenly fall unconscious? Fortunately, Qing'er was with you, and he found out in time, and Lang Zhong couldn't say a reason, only that you should have been injured in the soul, how could you hurt the soul? It's been three days, but what's uncomfortable? "How to answer so many questions, how to be unconscious, to be honest, Chen Fan himself is not very clear now, and how to talk to the people of this dynasty? Relying on the scattered clips I watched before, I really didn't know how to answer like a stream.

At this time, the best thing to do is not to speak, Chen Fan pretended to be ready to speak, opened his mouth, then closed his eyes, closed his mouth, and exhaled, "What's wrong with Wu'er?" "Hungry" Chen Fan replied weakly, "Look at Grandma is confused, prepare porridge, the blue and white lean porridge you like to drink, drink some porridge first to nourish your spirits." An old woman next to her brought a bowl of porridge, "Come, sit up." At this time, Chen Fan found that the bed was very low, about 20 centimeters high, a bit like tatami mats, but it was completely different from tatami mats, Chen Fan found that there were screens on three sides of the bed, although the material of the bed was not clear, but the screen was carved with bamboo and landscape patterns, and it was not made by ordinary people, "I won't starve to death." Chen Fan sighed quietly.

After taking the bowl, Chen Fan found that there were several people standing behind his mother, in addition to the girl in white shirt who ran out just now, there were two middle-aged women, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a brown gown, a belt around his waist, and a small crown on his head.

"Drink slowly." Grandma said. The so-called blue and white lean porridge, that is, green cauliflower and lean meat mixed with rice to boil, the porridge has a faint salty taste, a little ginger shreds are put in it, the shredded meat is particularly tender, the green vegetables only have leaves, no stems, the rice is crystal clear, it is very soft and fragrant in the mouth, it is pure natural in the end, Chen Fan couldn't help but praise in his heart, he has drunk porridge in many places in modern times, and it is really not as delicious as this, this should be put in modern times, open a porridge shop, or take the rice here to modern sales, it is estimated that you can make a lot of money.

"Alas," Chen Fan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's better to think about the present first, reborn, this opportunity given by God, maybe this is the only time, cherish it and take care of the present." "Chen Fan is not a complaining person, for things that he can't change, he can only accept them first.

"But how do you deal with it? Alas! Chen Fan couldn't help but sigh again in his heart, "It's not good to sigh too much, you have to change it." Chen Fan adjusted his mentality, relaxed his mood, and began to drink porridge slowly. No matter how slow you drink the porridge, there will always be a time when you finish drinking, and after a while, the bowl will see the bottom. "Do you want another bowl?" Grandma asked, "Grandma, I want to sleep again, stay and drink again." Chen Fan said.

"Okay, you rest first, and call Ah Chun if you have something."

"Okay, Mother." Chen Fan replied.

"Then Grandma will leave first, Grandma still has something to do." "Hmm." Chen Fan nodded, and then, the grandmother got up and walked out of the room, followed by the woman behind also walked out of the room, but the young man looked in front of the bed, as if he had something to say to Chen Fan, but seeing that Chen Fan closed his eyes, he didn't speak, and followed everyone out of the room. Although Chen Fan closed his eyes, he could clearly feel that there was only one person left in the room besides himself, and it was probably Ah Chun that his mother said.

Hearing the footsteps go away, Chen Fan thought for a while, closed his eyes and shouted, "Ah Chun." "Ah Chun is here, what do you have to say to Lang Jun?" Chen Fan opened his eyes and saw the previous girl in white shirts, Chen Fan just thought about it, it would not be wrong to call Ah Chun, if the person around him was not Ah Chun, he would say that so-and-so, Ah Chun was not there, Chen Fan could ask Ah Chun where he went? By the way, why are you here? If it's in, then it's not wrong, and it can be regarded as a name and a person can match, after all, there are a few fragments in the current memory, and maybe it's the reason why I just woke up, and the memory in my impression is a little vague, and I need to recall it.

"Water." Chen Fan said concisely.

"Is Lang Jun going to wash his face? I'm going to fight. ”

"Hmm." Chen Fan nodded, originally wanted to say that he wanted to drink water, and take this girl Ah Chun away, so that she could stay alone, sort out her thoughts, and see if she could increase her memory by living in the environment. Later, I didn't find a fragment of the boy wanting to drink water in my memory, so I said a word concisely, "water", fortunately, I am currently in a coma and just woke up, and my words are simple and normal, but the girl Ah Chun understood that she wanted to wash her face with water, and Chen Fan did not need to correct Ah Chun's misunderstanding.

Ah Chun went out, Chen Fan sat up and looked at the house, the house was very spacious, but only one side had a window, the window was just diagonally opposite the left side of Chen Fan sat up, at this time, the clouds after the rain had dispersed, and a large piece of sunlight poured in from the window, illuminating the front of the window, through the window, you could see a green tree trunk outside the house, and a green brick wall not far away.

There is a bookcase in front of the window according to the window, there is a brass candlestick shining in the sun, there is an unburned candle on it, there is an inkstone and a brush next to it, and there are a few bamboo slips, seeing the bamboo slips, Chen Fan is a little excited, if he didn't guess wrong, it should be the book at this time, but I don't know if there is useful information in it.

What made Chen Fan happy was that there was a chair in front of the bookcase, the chair was not high, about 40 centimeters, but it matched the bookcase just right. According to Chen Fan's knowledge, in the ancient Eastern Han Dynasty, people were still used to sitting on the ground, until the Jin Dynasty, stools and chairs gradually appeared, although the furniture here is shorter than modern furniture, but at least you can sit and read and write, if you go back to ancient times, it should be over the Han Dynasty era, but vaguely feel that something is wrong.

On the opposite side of the bed, there are two doors, which are hidden, the doors are against the wall on the side of the window, and on the right side of the door, that is, to the left where Chen Fan is now sitting, there is a piano stand made of black wood lacquer, on which is placed a guqin with a black glow. "Dizzy, it seems that the original owner can play the piano, he will not be able to me, I knew that I would not learn the piano, just insist on learning the guqin!" Chen Fan learned a vocal music when he was a child, and later the music teacher suggested learning a musical instrument, Chen Fan was going to report the guqin, but in the case of his mother vigorously advocating that learning the piano was good, he reported the piano, and then it was that regret, the basic reason was tired, and his mother asked to practice every day, but after going to junior high school, due to the heavy studies, he didn't study, but after college, he participated in literary and artistic activities, and picked it up again, and he played with it, and did not pursue any professional level.

Suddenly, a clever person, yes, mother, when the mother of this body came to see me today, she said that Lang Zhong diagnosed me with a "soul" injury, is there a soul here? Can the soul be unsheathed? If in the past, Chen Fan was 10,000 unbelievers, but after this bizarre experience, Chen Fan was confused, confused, and there were bursts of cool air flowing in his body, but only the left half of his body, and everything was normal on the right, could it be aura? There was a faint expectation in my heart, can this body cultivate immortals?