My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 393 Peach Blossom Spring
"I would like to ask you to take me back to my hometown."

"In this way, not only can I be reborn, but you can also obtain the magical instrument left by the Kitchen God in the past, which will be of great benefit to your future cultivation."

The woman made her request.

Jiang Xinghuo's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the beauty in front of him in her wedding dress and began to think wildly in his mind.

The first thing that can be confirmed is that this woman did not tell the truth to herself and concealed a lot of things in her words.

Secondly, this woman was hostile to him, although she hid it well and did not show it.

However, with the power of the Golden Law and his innate ability to read people's minds, he could still sense the malice hidden in the other person's heart.

After some thought.

Jiang Xinghuo decided to agree to her request. On the one hand, he wanted to see what conspiracy she had, and on the other hand, he was also concerned about the inheritance of the Kitchen God.

Of course, the most important thing is that Jiang Xinghuo is very confident in his own strength. Even if he falls out with this fire-releasing girl, he is confident enough to kill her easily.

Afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo learned from the Fire-Removing Girl how to get to the small cave.

The soul of the fire-extinguishing girl was also collected by Jiang Xinghuo in the talisman paper.

This was a request that Jiehuo Nu took the initiative to make, as if to tell Jiang Xinghuo that she had no ill intentions.

Because, if her soul fell into Jiang Xinghuo's hands, her life and death would no longer be in her own hands, and Jiang Xinghuo could decide whether she was happy or not.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't pay much attention to it. After putting away the talisman paper, he immediately left the museum without disturbing anyone.

After returning to the store, Jiang Xinghuo also made some preparations. He went to the niche shop and bought a lot of things. He might not use them all, but it was better to be prepared. Anyway, they didn't take up much space.

After everything is ready.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the time silently. When it was almost three o'clock in the morning, he locked the shop door and came to the bank of the Beijing Canal.

The sky was dark.

After Jiang Xinghuo arrived at the river, he waved his right hand gently. In an instant, the wind stopped, the water stopped, and the morning dew and frost fell. In just a moment, heavy fog rose on the surface of the river, covering the sky and the sun.

The technique of summoning clouds and fog.

"The Art of Summoning Clouds and Spreading Mist (rare technique). Summoning clouds to cover the sun and moon, spreading mist to conceal one's whereabouts. This is a rare technique passed down among the royal family. It can summon clouds and mist from thin air. The duration and density of the mist are closely related to the caster's cultivation."

This magic technique was found by Jiang Xinghuo in the attic of the Ministry of Works when he was exploring Peking.

However, since this spell has no killing power and can only be used to conceal one's figure and tracks, Jiang Xinghuo rarely uses it in his daily life.

Along with this magic, a "land dragon boat" and a "dragon-raising technique" were also found.

When Jiang Xinghuo was in the laboratory in Yegui Village, he thought that these two spells would also be washed away, but he didn't expect that they were still retained in his body, and there were some slight changes compared to before.

At least when using it, you don’t need to make hand gestures or chant any incantations. Just a thought will cause a thick fog to spread out immediately.

The whole process from the initial thin mist to the thick fog where you couldn't see your hand in front of you took less than half a minute, or about twenty seconds.

If Jiang Xinghuo used this magic without reservation, it would only be a matter of time before the fog spread to the entire Binhai.

Looking at the vague scene in front of him, Jiang Xinghuo took a deep breath and took out a palm-sized wooden boat from his magic bag.

"Land Dragon Boat (rare vehicle), a treasure ship that can be used on both land and water. As long as the hub is activated with magic power, it can be freely controlled and driven. There is no need for a crew to steer the ship, and it can move only at the will of the owner."

Jiang Xinghuo put the wooden boat into the water. The wooden boat grew as it came into contact with water, getting bigger and bigger. In just a moment, it turned into a three-story large ship.

This is still Jiang Xinghuo being restrained. If this dragon boat is fully activated, its size will probably not be much smaller than a cruise ship.

Jiang Xinghuo came to the deck and saw the sails shaking. The big ship moved without wind, breaking through layers of waves and slowly sailing away into the distance under the cover of fog.

Because the thick fog caused by Jiang Xinghuo obscured the view, and it was late at night in the early hours of the morning, no one was alarmed.

Even space satellites cannot detect the existence of the dragon boat and can only observe a vast expanse of white water mist.

The big ship broke through the wind and waves and rushed into the mist.

Jiang Xinghuo also sat cross-legged on the deck, concentrating all his energy on his forehead, so that his external body gradually lost its vitality and fell into a state of suspended animation.

The so-called corpse syncope is a human body phenomenon in ancient medicine. From the outside, the person looks like dead.

There is no pulse, no breathing, and the heartbeat is extremely weak, almost exactly the same as that of a corpse, hence the name cadaveric syncope.

This was the method the fire-relieving woman told him. If he wanted to enter the small cave left by the Kitchen God, he had to reduce his vital signs to the lowest level, so that he could find the path to that world. The time was set at three o'clock in the morning for this reason.

This time period is the Yin hour in ancient times. In the concepts of the ancients, the Yin hour is the time when the yin energy between heaven and earth is at its strongest. It is the time when the old and the new alternate, when yin and yang are in chaos, and when people and ghosts are upside down.

Therefore, this period of time is also the time when ghosts are most likely to be seen.

Suddenly, an eerie atmosphere arose over the river.

Strands of golden-red scorching flames spread from the darkness in the distance and quickly covered the dragon boat under Jiang Xinghuo.

"what happened?"

Jiang Xinghuo subconsciously opened his eyes, and the scene that appeared in his eyes was very different from the previous tranquility.

At this moment, the big ship that Jiang Xinghuo was riding on was sailing on a small river. The plains on both sides of the river were dotted with bluestone tombs, neatly arranged on both sides like chess pieces.

But in Jiang Xinghuo's eyes, those strange scenes were like mirages, illusory, as if they came from another time and space and overlapped with the real world.

But this overlap was not solid. The moment Jiang Xinghuo opened his eyes and the energy between his eyebrows flowed through his body, that strange world began to gradually disintegrate.

"So that's it..."

Jiang Xinghuo reacted immediately and realized that the space where the strange scene occurred should be the small cave left by the Kitchen God.

Although it is attached to the land of exile, it is clearly separated and cannot be entered through normal means.

Only by becoming a "dead person" can you see that world!!

Looking at the strange phenomenon that was about to disappear before his eyes, Jiang Xinghuo was not in a hurry. Instead, he opened his dim yellow eyes between his brows, wanting to see what kind of changes would occur.

next moment.

The strange space that overlapped with reality and tended to dissipate suddenly filled Jiang Xinghuo's vision again.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't even have time to react before those strange scenes turned from virtual to real and completely overlapped with the real world.

Looking at the strange scenes before his eyes, although Jiang Xinghuo had many doubts in his heart, he did not release the fire-releasing woman in the talisman.

As the boat sailed down the stream, there were fewer and fewer graves on both sides of the river and the river became narrower and narrower.

Jiang Xinghuo had to turn the boat into a small boat, and he stood on the raised bow, watching the stream in front of him flow to an unknown place.

After an unknown amount of time, a hint of pink suddenly appeared in Jiang Xinghuo's vision.

"Peach Blossom..."

Jiang Xinghuo leaned over and picked up a petal on the water and found that it was actually a gorgeous pink peach blossom.

When I looked up again, the entire view was covered with blooming peach blossoms. When the wind blew, the petals quietly fell from the treetops.

Most of the fallen petals remained on the mud on both sides of the river bank, and only a few floated in the stream, swirling along the stream and drifting towards an unknown place. "Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, which stretched for hundreds of steps along the banks. There were no other trees in the forest, the grass was fresh, and the fallen petals were colorful..."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the peach blossom forest in front of him and inexplicably thought of the Peach Blossom Spring left by Tao Yuanming.

Isn’t the scene he sees at this moment a true portrayal of the Peach Blossom Spring?

At this time, Jiang Xinghuo thought of the different interpretations of Taohuayuan by later generations.

Some people say that the Peach Blossom Spring does not actually exist, it is just a dream of Mr. Wu Liu, it is his longing for a peaceful and prosperous world when he was living in a chaotic world.

Some people also say that the Peach Blossom Spring does exist, but it does not exist in the real world, but is another mysterious space.

Some people also say that Taohuayuan is actually the world of the dead, and they have found a lot of evidence to prove this statement.

Now it seems that the Peach Blossom Spring written by Mr. Wu Liu might not be groundless, but might be his personal experience.

Jiang Xinghuo was pondering these things in his mind, and the boat soon reached the end of the stream.

A small hill appeared in his eyes. The hill was not very high, but it was just enough to block the morning sun.

After getting ashore, Jiang Xinghuo put away the boat, turned around and looked. He saw a hole in the front of the mountain. The hole was only big enough for one person to pass through, and faint light could be seen.

"When the forest ends and the water source comes, there is a mountain. There is a small opening in the mountain, and it seems like there is light. So we leave the boat and enter through the opening. It is very narrow at first, but then it can be passed. After walking a few dozen steps, it suddenly becomes clear..."

Jiang Xinghuo recalled the Peach Blossom Spring in his mind and walked into the cave. The entrance of the cave was quite narrow, only enough for one person to pass through with the body bent over.

But the further they went in, the wider the corridor became. After walking about a hundred steps, Jiang Xinghuo felt that the view in front of him suddenly opened up, and the wind with the scent of peach blossoms blew towards him.

Large tracts of farmland come into view.

The croaking of frogs and the chirping of cicadas are intertwined.

In the fields, young men were working with hoes, old men were resting on the ridges, and children were chasing and playing with each other.

Looking further away, there are village houses scattered in an orderly manner on the flat land, mulberry and bamboo trees dotted between the houses, and the fields and paths crisscross, and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard.

Regardless of gender, age or status, everyone dresses the same as the ancients.

It is like a quiet and peaceful scene in the otherworld.

"Is this really the legendary Peach Blossom Spring?"

Jiang Xinghuo's mood was slightly fluctuating. The paradise that only existed in textbooks was now actually found by him.

He subconsciously took out his cell phone and wanted to take a few photos as a souvenir.

But on second thought, this place is supposed to be a secluded place, and if it were put on paper, it would seem a bit vulgar.

Inappropriate, hugely inappropriate.

then,

Jiang Xinghuo put the phone back into his pocket.

At this moment, a voice came from behind.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Xinghuo turned around and a woman appeared in front of him.

She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a Tang Dynasty-style short-collared Hu clothing, with her long hair casually tied behind her back.

He had a short hunting knife slung across his waist, a crossbow on his back, and two hares in his hands.

"What a heroic woman..."

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but admire her in his heart, and then said: "I came here from outside, and I don't mean to offend you. May I ask where this is, young lady?"

At the same time, Jiang Xinghuo also noticed the hare in the girl's hand. The crossbow arrow pierced the hare's eyes but did not damage the hare's fur.

After hearing what Jiang Xinghuo said, the girl kept looking him up and down, as if she was judging whether Jiang Xinghuo's words were credible.

"Xiu Niang, don't be rude to the guests."

At this time, an old man, leaning on a cane and with a hunched back, came up to Jiang Xinghuo, surrounded by a group of children.

The old man was already very old, with his hair and beard having turned snow-white, but he was still vigorous and had a ruddy complexion, just like a child.

A youthful face and white hair is a sign of longevity.

"Anyone who comes here is a guest. Please follow me, guest."

The old man had a kind and gentle smile, and he showed no aversion to Jiang Xinghuo at all. Instead, he took Jiang Xinghuo towards the village.

Jiang Xinghuo and the old man walked down the hillside and came to a peaceful village. The architectural style of the village was very simple and ancient.

The houses are built of loess and thatch, without any modern materials or facilities.

Jiang Xinghuo walked into the village and saw many villagers, both men and women, old people and children.

They were all doing their own things, but after seeing Jiang Xinghuo, they all focused their attention on him.

Jiang Xinghuo touched his nose. It was no wonder that the villagers were like that. He might be an alien to them.

Who cares if his clothes are so different from the others? Compared with the ancient costumes worn by the villagers, they seem a bit out of place.

However, when Jiang Xinghuo looked at these villagers, their reactions were different. Some people turned their heads away to avoid his gaze, while others nodded and smiled in a friendly manner.

Of course, there are some individuals who are wary of him, or even hostile toward him.

"who are you?"

A young man with his upper body naked walked towards them from a distance, holding a spear that gleamed with cold light in his hand.

"Chihu, don't be rude to guests."

The old man's face darkened slightly and he gently scolded the young man.

"Yes."

Although the young man was indignant, he did not dare to disobey the old man's words, so he could only glare at Jiang Xinghuo and then turn away.

"Please don't be offended, young people don't know the rules. I apologize on their behalf."

The old man showed a trace of apology on his face and brought Jiang Xinghuo to a large house.

"What do you call the guest?"

The old man asked with a kind smile.

"My surname is Jiang, so you can just call me... Jiang Ming."

Jiang Xinghuo randomly gave a fake name. He did not dare to tell his real name because he was worried that some evil means might be used to attack him secretly through his name.

I have to update late these days. I can't muster up the energy. I feel muddleheaded every day. Today I finally got an appointment and got a shot. My fever is finally gone. It has dropped below 38 degrees.

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