In the evening.

In a small village at the foot of a lonely mountain, a few children are laughing and playing in the countryside, and wisps of cooking smoke rise from each house, carrying the strong fragrance of food. In the fields by the roadside, the crops began to rise, and the men went home in groups of three or five, with cigarettes in their mouths, talking about the shortcomings of their families. The big yellow dog stuck out its tongue in the heat, lowered its head and kept drinking water in the basin, and then shook its body. There was a faint fragrance of plums in the air, and I couldn't wait to sleep all the time.

Jiang Li was lying on the stone in the courtyard with one arm on his pillow, looking at the sky boredly, one leg on the other, shaking from time to time.

It's been ten years.

It really seems like it's a lifetime ago. Is it Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, or through rebirth, or in the past and present life?

Jiang Li has always thought that this kind of thing only exists in literary works, and most of them are reversals of unsatisfactory life and the mode of struggling in passerby. Or it is a so-and-so killer, a mercenary of so-and-so, who has crossed over and killed the Quartet, rich and rival the country, and has the opportunity to defy the sky, surrounded by beautiful women, hugging left and right, and has since embarked on the peak of life.

But he was born under the red flag and grew up in the new era. For Jiang Li, a young man whose family is happy, who is not happy in life but at least enjoys it, and whose work is steadily rising, he has just seen some positive signs in his life, and he is actually not enthusiastic about crossing. No TV, no computer, no mobile phone, for a twenty-five-year-old who is already mentally old, playing with mud with a group of little kids is very unbearable for him.

When he first came, looking at his appearance at that time, Jiang Li had 10,000 grass and mud horses flying wildly in his heart, and he simply collapsed.

A child who can't speak, short, weak, poor. Jiang Li couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe his current situation. Lying in the river with nothing, he went down the river, and he was so frightened that he immediately threw himself around. But the little arms and legs swayed and almost choked to death by the water, and the cry for help turned into a "yaya" scream in his mouth, but fortunately he was rescued by Jiang Mu who was washing clothes on the shore.

Jiang Li once thought that he was a young man of a certain family, or assassinated, or infighting, or unlucky to encounter robbers. is still a robber who has never seen the world, otherwise he wouldn't have left even a piece of clothing. In short, he is outcast, ready to be invited back by the eight sedan chairs one day, and then live a happy life of inheriting the family property, having a group of servants, marrying wives and concubines, and counting money. But ten years later, he doesn't have much hope anymore.

Heaven is unfair!

"Yu'er, go to my house in a while, your Aunt Liu's leg hurts again, and I will give you two more plasters."

"Fish, the fence of my pigsty is broken, and you have time to help me make up for it. ”

"Yu'er, when are you going to town? What kind of candy do you want to eat, you can bring some back." ”

"Fish ......"

The villagers who passed by saw Jiang Li lying in a daze, and they came over to say hello if they had nothing to do, and then sent him some work.

"Okay!" Jiang Li responded, and then dreamed of his spring and autumn season.

Originally, he thought that he had come to a certain dynasty and needed to use his modern knowledge to change his fate. But just when he was planning to start building a cross-era advanced civilization village centered on the village, the guys who went up the mountain one after another to search for immortals made him suddenly understand that this seemed to be a fairy world that was natural and went against the sky.

What is there in the world of Xianxia? This is already something that his modern science can't explain, Jiang Li is a little confused, and he doesn't know how to deal with himself for a while.

As a technocratic otaku, he thought he could use his wealth of knowledge to be a man in this old society, even if it seemed decadent now. But as a highly educated person, from the perspective of development, he is already a few levels ahead of this era. But the thought of the person who stepped on a flying sword and flew around in the sky from time to time at that time made his worldview collapse. And through many literary works, I know that in the world of Xianxia, it must be murder and treasure grabbing, monsters are rampant, and the mouse that punches holes may be a monster who has been cultivated into a spirit by heaven and earth, as the lowest mortal, or the lowest level among mortals, Jiang Li feels that it is likely to be eaten by the mountain spirits one day, or by the monk's fighting method, he is so incomprehensible.

At that time, his heart was entangled, he was afraid, he was afraid to go out for a walk, so he accidentally died.

Uncle Li at the east end of the village, I heard that he had met immortals when he was young, and from time to time he sat under the old locust tree at the head of the village and shook his head and told stories to the children in the village.

Jiang Li sneered.

Isn't it just a fairy and a monster, Jiang Li thinks that he is like a treasure. But it doesn't hinder his curiosity, and occasionally he sits there with a group of little ghosts, and he listens to it with a good taste.

However, ten years have passed, the story is still that story, life is still that life, the gods, and the shadow has not been seen.

"Mother, do you say there are really immortals? Jiang Li asked so at that time.

"Yes, but who has seen us ordinary people? Look at these people who go into the mountains to look for immortals, which one of them doesn't want to see real immortals, but in the end, they don't see anything. Jiang Mu said with a smile, and by the way, she took a sweet potato and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Is it true that no one has found it?" is it that they are going in the wrong direction?" Jiang Li asked curiously, taking a bite of the sweet potato that had just come out of the pot.

"I haven't heard of it, what do you do? What? You also want to find immortals?"

"Hehe" Jiang Li laughed dryly. I thought, forget it, I haven't lived enough.

However, the thief God inexplicably got him into this world, and it couldn't be that he was a farmer here.

I was inexplicably a little apprehensive.

He doesn't know what the world of cultivating immortals is like, but he thinks it's cruel, and what he pays attention to is nothing more than those who go against the sky, and it's better to be an honest landowner than to fight for his life, and it's better to eat and drink without worrying. The air here is good, the mountains are good, the water is good, and you can live a long life and live a long life.

So, whenever he looked at those fools who came up to the mountain to look for immortals either by himself or in a group, he was very disdainful in his heart, and he really thought that his life was too long.

"Brother, my mother has called you to eat. ”

Hearing someone shouting at him, Jiang Li opened his eyes. The little girl Jiang Yue held a large wooden basin filled with water chestnuts, looked down at him with a smile, the breeze was blowing, with a unique girlish fragrance.

The ten-year-old girl is already slim, with a little playfulness, a slight smile, crooked apricot eyes, how to look green and pleasing to the eye, no polluted air and water, just the villagers in the mountains, the skin is also blown, not to mention this budding flower girl.

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

It's a pity that this is his nominal sister.

When he was adopted, no one would think that a little older child would remember anything, and Jiang Li didn't care, in this strange world, gaining such a family affection may be the only fetters he left in this world.

Jiang Li looked at the little girl's smile and suddenly realized that there was nothing wrong with being a farmer.

Stretched out his hand and pinched the tender face, jumped up from the stone, took the basin in her arms and said, "Let's go, the girl is getting better and better." ”

Then Jiang Li saw that the little girl's face was like a red apple, glared at him, turned his head and ran away first.

"Hahaha. Jiang Li was smiling happily, and suddenly, he moved his ears and looked in the direction of the entrance of the village.