Spread out the map of Yuguo, you can see at a glance that the mighty Peijiang River runs from west to east, dividing the north and south, and flowing into the East China Sea.

On the south bank of the Peijiang River, near the mouth of the sea, there is a small city, called Yushi.

Therefore, according to legend, this small county town was favored by the Dragon King of Jianghai and begged for rain, hence the name.

Evening.

At the end of the street patrol, Zhou Yan hurried home.

His house is in the north of the city, which is handed down by his ancestors, and although the courtyard is not big, it is more than enough for one person to live.

After entering the courtyard, he poked his head out for a while, then tied his backhand to the courtyard door, drilled into the bedroom, sealed the door, and finally took out the slightly hot copper mirror on his chest.

The bronze mirror is oval, and there is a yellow dragon coiled on the left and right long sides, with scales and flying claws, lifelike. Above the mirror, there are two dragon heads with beads between them, and the mirror handle is made of two dragon tails intertwined, which is like nature. Just by looking at this shape, you know that it is nothing extraordinary.

The mirror was bright, and it was reasonable for Zhou Yan to see his own face in it, but this was not the case.

In the eyes, in the whole mirror, densely stuffed with the same two small characters:

Are you there?

Looking at the "Are you there" crowded with the entire mirror, the corners of Zhou Yan's mouth unconsciously pulled.

This kind of impatient sense of déjà vu like an online dating for a little girl in his previous life made him, a man of two lives, really laugh.

That's right, Zhou Yan is a traverser.

The original body with the same name as him, is an out-and-out hard-working person, his parents died early, relying on the pull of his neighbors, he finally grew up, and found a position in the county government to catch fast, and he was thinking about the bitterness.

But God didn't fulfill people's wishes, three months ago, an accident hit his head, and the original body was killed, so Zhou Yan, who had crossed the soul, picked up a bargain.

But don't think that Zhou Yan himself is lucky, he is also an unlucky guy.

When he was seventeen years old in his last life, he suffered a huge accident, and since then he has been on the sickbed for five years, and finally died three months ago, and unfortunately died in the hospital bed.

Maybe God also felt that it was unfair to him, but when Zhou Yan opened his eyes again, he found that he had crossed into another world.

After inheriting the memory of his predecessor, he unexpectedly discovered that this was a fantasy world with both demons and demons, immortals and demons, and ancient charm.

In his previous life, he was confined to the sickbed and had no other entertainment, he read books for five years, and there were many fairy fantasy ones.

Sometimes I wonder how good it would be to be able to travel into such a world myself.

You don't have to be sick in bed, but you can also resist the six qi, ride the wind and thunder, fight the sword world, and kill demons.

It may be that he has had a bad fate so far, but he has never complained about God, and God really let him get his wish and come to this world.

What's even more surprising is still to come, he found that the original body left the factory with its own cultivation. It can be seen from this that the luck of the original body should be so bad that it will be hung up casually.

The officials at all levels of the Yu Kingdom are all required to practice. Although he can only be regarded as half a public official, he is also bare, and he can get an entry-level cultivation method.

But the fly in the ointment is that the original body's cultivation talent is extremely poor, even in a group of fast catchers, it can only be regarded as mediocre.

After initially discovering that he could practice, he practiced hard for several days in a row, but he did not feel a trace of improvement, and there were some frustrations as a result.

And unlike other peers, in the past three months, he has not awakened a golden finger like a system.

The only thing that can touch the top is the mirror in your hand.

This mirror was found at the bottom of the box where he packed clothes at home, and at first he just thought it was a good shape, and it was quite stylish to use.

Until one day when I was playing, I found that the mirror was covered with a layer of mist, and on a whim I wrote two lines of poetry on it with my hands.

It was early spring, light rain, and the spring was cold.

He wrote poems that were very appropriate: Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

When I was writing, because I was thinking about my practice day and night, I subconsciously used a trace of spiritual power.

Then he saw a scene that made him jaw-dropping: the words written on the mirror turned into a fly's head, and the ink-colored font rippled faintly and flowed faintly.

This is not over, the two-line poem did not exist for long, and after a few breaths it disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Yan was dazzled at first, but what happened next was simply a hell of a life.

I saw the word "good poem" appear on the bright mirror without warning!

The handwriting is beautiful, it should be from a woman's hand.

He stared at it for a long time, but the two words did not disappear automatically as he had written before.

Do you have to write something else to cover it? It's easy for him to think of this layer.

So he mobilized his aura and wrote the words "who are you" on the mirror.

As he thought, the word "good poetry" was covered.

"I was about to ask you." There was a quick reply from the other side.

How do you feel like chatting with people online? Zhou Yan shook his head, and wrote on the mirror again: "Nobody, it's not worth mentioning, what about you?" ”

Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to report himself, but he also told the truth, with his current status, even if he told the truth, the other party would only be confused.

"Living alone in the world, without a name." The other party obviously had the same idea, and replied vaguely.

Zhou Yan scoffed, if this was true, he would write his name upside down.

Taking himself as a reference, the person opposite should have the same mirror, and obviously know the use of the mirror, and also have cultivation.

But he didn't pierce it, as if he sighed: "That's really fate, teach you and me to talk in the air here." ”

"It should be said that your poem is well written, if it is something else, this girl still disdains to take care of it." It's really a woman, and she's still proud.

"You also think it's well written?" Zhou Yan heard the other party's interest and asked along the way.

"Of course, I have read all the books of human poetry, and there are few such good sentences." The other party was a little smug.

"Terran?" No matter how Zhou Yan looks at it, he feels that something is wrong, will anyone talk like this?

As for the other party's so-called reading of poetry and books, he only thought he was bragging.

"Could it be that there are still demon clans who can compose poems?" The other side asked rhetorically, of course.

"Probably not." Zhou Yan thought about it and replied.

"Look at how talented you are, do you still have such sentences?" The other party didn't want to dwell on this issue for too long, so he started a different topic.

Yes, what an elegant person.

Zhou Yan is idle left and right, and some people say that they are not excluded from talking.

So Zhou Yan had the first "online chat" in another world, and he discussed poetry.

In his previous life, he studied in a hospital bed for five years, and the intake of poetry and songs was unimaginable to ordinary people, but now it can be said that he can easily come by.

Casting what he likes has always been the only way to brush up on favorability, and if you just throw two more famous sentences that have been glorious through the ages, it is easy to gain the recognition of the other party.

After going back and forth, the two became familiar with each other and gradually got used to each other's existence.

And the topics we talked about have long been given from poems and songs to interesting things in life, gender emotions and some messy things.

Zhou Yan had no experience of online dating in his previous life, but he didn't expect to have such a faint sign after a while.

Actually, he's okay, after all, he still has to go out to work and patrol the streets during the day, so he doesn't have so much time to chat with his mind.

But Ah Qi is different, Ah Qi is the nickname of the woman on the other side of the mirror, she seems to have nothing to do every day, just stays by the mirror and waits to talk to Zhou Yan.

And he has figured out the time period when he patrols the streets, and every time he is about to get off work, he will frantically "send messages" to urge people, and he is not willing to wait for a second.

No, he had just arrived home at this time, and the news had already flooded his "mailbox".

Such a little girl's posture is inexplicably cute.