On the ninth day of the first month, it was stung.

The setting sun shone obliquely, and the sparse remnant sun pierced through the dense trees, mottled and projected on the ground. Between the mountains in the distance, a small half of a dark red circle of light was revealed.

In a clearing enclosed by a wooden fence there was a thatched hut standing alone in the valley. There was silence between heaven and earth, and occasionally a bird call and insect chirping could be heard from the distant mountains and forests.

In the thatched hut, there was a young man in sackcloth, holding his forehead with one hand and turning over the books on the wooden table with the other. The boy's brows furrowed, and he turned the book extremely quickly, and every page was never just a glance. The young man seemed to be desperate to rummage through the books, and a tall stack of books had been piled up on his left hand, but judging from his frowning sword eyebrows, it seemed that he had not yet received them.

"Zhuo boy, come out to eat. Those broken books don't have long legs, they can't run, and it's not too late to read them slowly after eating. ”

There was a call outside the door, and the young man put down the book in his hand, rubbed his temples, and got up and walked out of the grass hut.

In the open space outside the door stood a low table and two rough wooden benches made of chopped tree stakes. A farmer in a linen coat sat reclining on one of the stools. The old man looked to be in his fifties, with a scruffy beard, a mottled old long-pole smoking gun in his mouth, and a bronzed face full of traces left by time and agricultural depictions.

"Come, sit. This is my old man's own wine, although it can't be on the table, but the taste is also a unique flavor, you will taste it later. The mountains are bitter, only some wild vegetables, not as delicious as the delicacies in the city, you kid accommodating. ”

The young man hurriedly sat down, took the wine glass handed by the old man, and put it in front of him. He took the dishes and chopsticks from the table and helped the old man set them up first, and then put another pair on his side.

"Uncle Lin, you are my life-saving benefactor, thanks to you for waking me up from the river, and now taking care of my food, the younger generation is grateful. It's already very satisfying to have these home-cooked meals, and Uncle Lin is so polite, Yuming has a hard conscience. ”

The old man listened to the young man's sincere tone, smiled, and raised the wine glass in his hand to signal.

After three rounds of drinking, Lin Laohan lit the cigarette stick in his hand again, and after taking a few sips vigorously, he spit out a cloud of white mist. The old man squinted at the hollow young man and shook his head.

The old man knocked the cigarette stick in his hand on the soles of his feet, and without turning his head, he said to himself: "Although the old man also went to a private school when he was young and knew how to read, he was just a crop master who only knew how to farm. The books in the house were sent by a distant relative of the family because he was afraid that I would be bored in the mountains alone. There are only a few dozen copies of the book, and if you can't find what you're looking for, you might as well climb the hill in front of you, and there's a small town on the other side of the mountain. If you can't find it in the town, you go to the county to see, and if there is no one in the county, you go to the city and ask. Even if you don't find it in the end, but you have walked a lot, you may have an answer in your heart. ”

Zhuo Yuming was originally staring at the shadowy bushes in the distance, and when he heard the old man's words, he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Thank you Uncle Lin for the order, in fact, what the younger generation wants to know has already been found in the book. What the younger generations didn't understand was where to go in the future. ”

Hearing the other party's answer, the diminutive farmer smiled, spat out the white smoke in his mouth, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp. Get up, pat your buttocks, turn around and walk into the house.

"Don't rush, think slowly. Young people, there are still many roads to go in life, and the scenery in this valley is very good at night, and I think about it while watching. You clean up the table, old man, I'll go back to sleep first, and I'll have to work in the field tomorrow morning. I won't be with you. ”

Seeing the old man enter the hut, Zhuo Yuming got up and cleaned up the dishes on the table.

After packing up, Zhuo Yuming came to the river a mile away from the hut. It was the river that Lin Laohan scooped him up yesterday. According to Lin Laohan, when Lin Laohan was fishing here yesterday evening, he saw Zhuo Yuming floating down the river, and Lin Laohan saw that he was ragged and unconscious, so he rescued him home.

Zhuo Yuming walked under a tree, put his hands behind his back, lay on the grass, looked at the moonlight, and was stunned.

He was originally a disciple of Yunshang City in Fuyao Prefecture. March 16 is the day when Yunshang City is in charge of teaching Qilian Mountain to cross the catastrophe. At that time, all the disciples of the sect were sitting in the sect's great array as the protector of the Dharma, and Zhuo Yuming, as a personal disciple, was the nine cores of the large array with the sect elders, and operated the large array to offset the power of the heavenly tribulation for the master. Qilian Mountain was originally smooth sailing when it first crossed the tribulation, and it was very hopeful that it would be able to successfully cross the tribulation and enter the realm of heaven and man. Cloud City is a first-class top sect, and once Qilian Mountain is in the realm of heaven and man, the sect will definitely become the undisputed first sect in Fuyao Prefecture in one fell swoop. However, the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and the power of the last tribulation of the three or nine heavenly tribulations crossed by Qilian Mountain was far greater than before. Not only did Qi Lianshan die directly under the thunder tribulation, but the Great Sect Protector Array was also torn apart. The shattered and scattered thunder tribulation raged in the array, and Zhuo Yuming's place was the first to bear the brunt.

The Thirty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, which was able to wipe out the half-step Heavenly and Human Realm's land immortal form and gods, how could Zhuo Yuming's little Yuan Infant Realm be able to resist it? The moment the Thunder Tribulation was added, Zhuo Yuming lost consciousness, and faintly felt that all the flesh primordial gods were wiped out in an instant. But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a hut.

After waking up, Zhuo Yuming immediately got up and went out, and looked around, only to see Lin Laohan sitting alone in the courtyard leaning on an old tree root smoking a cigarette stick. After some inquiry, I heard Lin Laohan say that when he was there, he had been in the sky for 728 years. Zhuo Yuming recalled for a long time before he remembered that the Cangliu calendar of the Five Emperors period recorded in the history books was nearly 30,000 years from the 11,902nd year of the Western Yuan calendar where he was originally located.

The thunder tribulation in his body, because the body and spirit were destroyed, how could he come to 30,000 years ago intact. Except for the original Yuan Infant Realm cultivation of ten and not one of them, the physical body of the Yuan Shen was not damaged in the slightest. At first, I thought that what Lin Laohan said was false, but after a whole day, I rummaged through all the books in the house and found that it was really the time of the Five Emperors.

Throughout the more than 100,000 years before and after the Ethereal Spirit Realm, I have never seen or heard of time and space travel in any books. Although the Void Spirit Realm has experienced three Dao Tribulations, and there are huge faults in many historical records during this period, it is still a little difficult to accept for a while that such an unheard of thing happened to him.

But after all, he still survived, although he was worried about the sect in his heart, but the most important thing for him at the moment was always to restore his cultivation first. As for whether there is a way to go back to 30,000 years later, it is estimated that it will have to be considered at least above the realm of heaven and man. Besides, since we have come to this era of the Five Emperors before the Third Dao Tribulation, we can't go in vain.

After thinking about it, the young man by the river got up and walked slowly in the direction of the thatched hut in the cold moonlight.

On the ninth day of the second month, it was stung.

It was night, the spring thunder was ringing, and the insects were terrorizing at night.