Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He's 1.8 meters tall and 18 years old; his height is already a perfect match, so there's no need to force him to grow taller.

Nowadays, junior high schools, high schools, and universities have long been shut down.

Students in grades one through three still receive in-person instruction from teachers, but from grade four onwards, all learning shifts to virtual reality-based self-study.

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"No new worlds have been created in the main universe for a long time, and I haven't entered the illusion world for a long time either."

He took out Xia Wei X03 and browsed through online TV series, movies, and comics.

"Picking a few movies and building a new world would be quite interesting."

"The Kunlun Sacred Tree in the ancient city of Jingjue is originally a ladder to heaven..."

He selected a batch of film, television, and graphic materials and put them into the treasure basin for evolution.

For three whole days, the halo of light flowed and the space trembled slightly before the illusion finally solidified and took shape.

"Having previously explored the world of American variety shows, this time it will be called... the world of Chinese variety shows."

He set himself up as a resident of a courtyard house, an old acquaintance of Fatty Wang, short on cash and penniless.

He went out and took a walk around, and suddenly became a millionaire. Then he strolled over to Wang Kaixuan's stall.

"Brother Quan, some new cassette tapes, want a couple?" Wang Kaixuan looked up and called out.

In the tomb raiding genre, the most reliable, adaptable, and capable character has always been Fatty.

He appears in both "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles".

"Just these two packs." Lin Quan casually selected them, paid, and then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Want one?"

"Alright!" Wang Kaixuan deftly pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"When is your brother coming back?" Lin Quan asked.

"I received a letter a couple of days ago. He's still at the front lines, so I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while longer," Wang Kaixuan said, exhaling a puff of smoke, his tone slightly somber.

Although Hu Bayi is a company commander, bullets don't have eyes, so how can he be immortal?

"Come to my house at five o'clock this afternoon for hot pot, it's on me," Lin Quan said with a smile.

"Then I won't be polite," Wang Kaixuan replied.

Lin Quan turned and left, walking back to his two-courtyard house. He sat down cross-legged as soon as he entered and continued to refine the "Dragon Elephant Indestructible Skill".

The illusion before us is not just a corner of the ancient city of Jingjue.

twenty

He has devoured many films, TV series, and comic books, accumulating a lot of bits and pieces of information in his head.

In the ancient city of Jingjue alone, if you don't have real skills, you'll most likely perish if you encounter a zombie, the Queen of Jingjue, or a firefly... If you're unlucky, you won't even be left with bone fragments.

"Once we've had enough fun, we'll shift this focus towards martial arts and cultivation themes."

After practicing the Dragon Elephant Undying Skill for the third time, Lin Quan's arms and legs became stiff, his back tightened, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead. He had no choice but to stop and rest.

The body in the illusion was no different from that of a random passerby on the street; it couldn't withstand prolonged training.

He took out the treasure basin, and based on the blueprints, replicated a miniature nuclear reactor, several rolls of copper wire, and matching terminal blocks; he also retrieved the blueprints of the courtyard house, changed the layout of the master bedroom, and installed an air conditioner, exhaust fan, and split-type air conditioner.

He casually made an old-fashioned mechanical watch, snapped it onto his wrist with a click, and glanced at it: 10:17. He pushed open the door and went out.

He bought a 28-inch bicycle from a shop at the entrance of the alley. The shopkeeper stamped the frame with a steel stamp, and he got on the bike and drove off, circling around three times to familiarize himself with the route.

"There's no First Uncle, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, and no Qin Huairu, Qin Jingru..."

The wheels rolled over the cracks in the blue bricks, and he stopped at the familiar yet unfamiliar alleyway, feeling as if something had gently bumped into his heart.

Just as I was about to return to the hospital, less than ten minutes after I sat down, Wang Kaixuan burst in, carrying an old cloth bag.

"Kaixuan, how's business today?" Lin Quan asked.

"Don't even mention it, I'm doomed..." Wang Kaixuan plopped down, his brows furrowed.

"Stop thinking about it, let's go for hot pot and drink until we drop." Lin Quan stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

Once inside the restaurant, we ordered a hot pot, lamb tail fat, hand-cut fresh meat, sesame sauce, and four bottles of beer.

"Brother Quan, what have you been busy with lately?" Wang Kaixuan picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in the boiling soup, and then scooped it out.

"The stalls are closed, so I'm just sitting here." Lin Quan picked up a piece, dipped it in sauce, and put it in his mouth. "It tastes good."

"Brother Quan, do you know anything about antiques?" Wang Kaixuan paused with his chopsticks.

"I'm not sure." Lin Quan shook his head, his tone flat. If he really nodded, how would he survive if he went down into the pit, turned over the soil, and dug the tomb passage? He couldn't say things like, "I can tell at a glance whether something is new or old, identify the year, or know how deep it is buried."

If Hu Bayi returns from military service and partners with Fatty Wang to make quick money by picking up bargains, who would still be willing to crawl through dark caves, carry a compass, and carry black donkey hooves?

Wang Kaixuan sighed, "Oh well, never mind then."

"Days go by one by one. I'll think about it again when I've figured it out." Lin Quan pushed the empty plate away and called out, "Waiter, another three jin!"

"Brother Quan, that's enough!" Wang Kaixuan quickly stopped him. "This price is enough for two days of my meals."

"Two grown men, even after cooking ten pounds of raw meat, will still have more than five pounds left. Eat as much as you can while you still can... Once your teeth loosen and your stomach softens, you won't be able to chew it even if you want to." Lin Quan spoke casually, as if he were just saying that the weather was nice today.

Wang Kaixuan was broad-shouldered and burly. He could finish two bowls of rice and half a chicken in one sitting without even breaking a sweat. Lin Quan told him to order less, just because he was afraid that Wang Kaixuan would empty his pockets.

With the treasure bowl in hand, you can easily create whatever you need in the illusion.

Running out of money? Melt a few gold bars, and you'll instantly be a millionaire.

With a clean background and dealing in gold, even if someone sets their sights on you, they won't cause any trouble.

As for those who had ulterior motives or were sneaking around the wall, Lin Quan didn't give them a second thought.

Thin slices of mutton are dropped into boiling broth, quickly dipped, and then coated with sesame paste, chive blossom sauce, and fermented bean curd sauce. They're piping hot, but the aroma is so enticing it hits you right in the head.

A few days later, in the morning, Lin Quan rode his bicycle, carrying Wang Kaixuan straight to the train station.

The green train slowly came to a stop, and passengers filed off.

Wang Kaixuan, wearing sunglasses, took two steps forward and nudged a young man in a blue canvas jacket.

The man turned around, his gaze sweeping over Wang Kaixuan, who had already raised his right hand and made a gesture: "Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger."

"The pagoda suppresses the river demon," the other person replied without hesitation.

Why is your face red?

"I'm in a hurry to find a partner, I'm in a rush."

"Why did it fail again?"

"I really found a tigress, I was terrified."

Lin Quan stood a few steps away, watching the two exchange secret signals back and forth, a slight smile playing on his lips, but he remained silent.

"Old Hu, this is Brother Quan," Wang Kaixuan introduced.

Lin Quan extended his hand, and Hu Bayi grasped it. His palm was thick, and his knuckles were distinct.

"Let's go get some hot pot," Wang Kaixuan said with a smile, putting his arm around the two of them.

They went back to the room to make room for Hu Bayi, and then the three of them returned to the restaurant.

"Three people, six bottles of beer!" Wang Kaixuan said in a loud voice.

Hu Bayi flipped through the menu, his eyelids twitching: "The mutton in the capital is really something else."

Just then, a hushed conversation drifted over from the next table. Wang Kaixuan took off his sunglasses, squinted, and exclaimed, "Hey? Isn't that Big Gold Tooth from Panjiayuan? Finally caught him!"

"Who?" Hu Bayi turned his head.

"It's the guy who cheated me out of my jade." Wang Kaixuan explained the whole story in a few words.

Lin Quan didn't interrupt, but simply picked up his wine glass and slowly took a sip.