The twilight was vast and the twilight was full of smoke.

A set of falling light is reflected in the mountains and rivers, the green mountains enter the clouds, like a pillar of heaven, the clear water is like a mirror, the light can be distinguished, and the red sunset is dense in the sky in the distance, as if it is a thousand streamers, the fire stratus clouds, it is very good-looking.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a very small village, and there are more than a dozen scattered families in the village.

The southernmost part of the village.

There is a lonely thatched cottage, which is made of the usual thick artemisia grass, and it is not yet dark, but it is already black, and the five fingers cannot be seen.

Ahem......

In the grass hut, there was a faint coughing sound.

"Where is this?"

There was a panic in the voice, the footsteps were thunderous, and then a weak young man with yellow face and thin muscles ran out of the grass hut, looked up at the sky, the sky was twilight, the tired birds returned to the forest, all the sounds were lonely, looking down at the ground, the end of the flat river was the rolling mountains, the peaks of the mountains were stacked, the ancient trees were towering to the sky, and there were also the low voices of the chirping and roaring of birds and beasts.

The young man was seven meters tall, wearing a cyan robe full of patches, and looked around, his face full of hesitation.

"What the hell is going on? I was obviously working in the factory, but I heard a loud bang, black smoke covered the sky, the high-rise building collapsed, and the jar containing sulfur dioxide also exploded, and the poisonous gas filled the factory, and I happened to be at the downwind outlet, and I passed out before I had time to leave. ”

Think back to the past.

The young man looked sad, touched his skinny cheeks, and a pair of white and slender palms, he was very sure that this was not his body.

If it's not your own, who will it be?

"Could it be that I, like the protagonists in many novels, others close their eyes and open their eyes, and a day passes, and I close my eyes and open my eyes, and I just cross over?"

The sky is high and wide, the mountains are undulating, a touch of afterglow is scattered in all directions, and there are birds covering the sky in the distance, and giant beasts roaring in the sky.

Such a place is by no means modern.

In modern society, there are many high-rise buildings and bright lights, where can there be such a majestic atmosphere.

"God, look at it like this, I did cross over, but when others cross, there will always be all kinds of gold fingers with them, what kind of elixir to increase strength, or the old man who carries them, and the most unfortunate ones also have all kinds of system plug-ins, but I think, I don't have anything?"

"I just crossed over so inexplicably, and I don't know which dynasty in history this is?"

My mind just remembered.

There is a wave of memories, like the torrent of a great river bursting its banks, rushing towards the minds of young people, the memories are complicated, no matter how big or small, all reflect the heart.

This is an era similar to ancient China, but it is not an era in history.

The young man's name is Lin Lei, and the village where he lives is Wanshou Village, although the name is Wanshou, there are not many people in the village, but none of them have lived past the age of 50, most of them are around the age of 30 and have returned to the west, and they have died.

Wanshou Village is a small village of Chen Guo, Chen Guo has been fighting all the year round, the beacon fire has burned the plains, making the people miserable, many young and strong people have been pulled into the team, serving as soldiers to fill the army, guarding the territory and defending the land, most of the remaining people in the village are old, weak, sick and disabled or women and children.

In addition, what made Lin Lei even more frightened was that in his memory, in the depths of the mountains, there were often demons that roamed the world, haunted all directions, and fed the living.

There are also powerful ghosts and demons, dragons, snakes, jackals and wolves running, mountain spirits and tree monsters, and ghosts and ghosts, which are even more common.

Of course, where there are demons, there are naturally all kinds of monks who take demon subduing and defending the path as their profession, and these monks are in the famous mountains and rivers, the places where dragons and snakes haunt, the blessed land, and the places where the dust is extraordinary, and they can't easily meet.

They eat and drink, spit out the old and absorb the new, can fly to the sky, carry the mountains and catch the sea, and have all kinds of extraordinary arts.

Monks often disguise themselves and walk in the red dust and subdue demons in order to accumulate merit and ascend to the heavens, outside the heavens and the earth, not among the five elements.

It's just that these things are passed on by word of mouth.

Whether it is a demon or a fairy Buddha, Lin Lei has lived for fifteen years, and he has never seen it.

And Lin Lei himself is a scholar, because of Chen Guo's continuous battles, his family business has also fallen, and now it has reached the point of not having enough to eat, so it is not miserable.

The general trend is like this, what can I do in vain?

Lin Lei, the original Xiaomin of Chen Guo, because he had not eaten for several days, suffered from the cold wind last night, and died of this, but his body was borrowed by the soul of Lin Lei, a modern young man who came inexplicably.

At this time, all kinds of memories came and were watched by Lin Lei one by one.

As a reader, Lin Lei has read a lot, and in this vicinity, he is also a celebrity, full of economy and wealth, but between words, he is also generous and gentle.

Fused with a memory, Lin Lei felt that his ears were bright and his spirit was far stronger than before, and he secretly said in his heart, "It should be that when I was reborn here, the original master's soul had not yet been exhausted, so that some of my soul and my soul were fused, which made me have his memory, and also made my soul much stronger than ordinary people." ”

As a modern person, the ability to accept new things is far from being comparable to the ancients, in a short period of time, Lin Lei has accepted everything, people have come to this, all kinds of past, all the water.

"Falling to such a point, but I don't know the parents at home, suddenly heard how sad I will be after I died in the factory, they all said that raising children is to prevent old age, who knows that I once died, in a blink of an eye, fortunately, I still have my brother and sisters, I can do my filial piety under my parents' knees, I only hope that my parents can get a lot of compensation, can spend their old age in peace, the rest of their lives. ”

The modern Lin Lei is already twenty-five or sixteen, and his parents' temples are getting white, if he hadn't died, at the end of the year, he would have married a wife, had children, and lived an ordinary life.

In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, the spring is sorrowful, and the sky is gloomy.

"Since you have come, you will be safe, since you have arrived here, you need to familiarize yourself with it, adapt to it, and integrate yourself into this world as soon as possible and live well. ”

"Now that I have no money and no food to spare, if I want to live, I must think of a way as soon as possible. ”

Lin Lei used his brain, thinking about how to survive.

Chen Guobing is in trouble, the people are not living, the vast land, ten rooms and nine emptiness, thieves and thieves are everywhere, and there are demons who take the opportunity to make trouble, ruining the lives of the people, and being a disaster.

Now!

The most precious thing is food.

Many families, in a day, often eat one meal, this meal, is also clear soup and little water, no nutrition at all, just can barely satisfy hunger.

In some places, they have begun to gnaw grass roots, eat tree bark, and even eat from seeds, and all kinds of tragic conditions are indescribable.

"As the saying goes, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and relying on the water to draft the water, now the mountains are exhausted, only to go into the depths of the mountains, looking for something to eat, as for the demons and monsters, but they can't take care of a lot, there is nothing to eat, and it is just a death. ”