The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

On the fifth day, Wang Long stood on the edge of a cliff and looked at the distant horizon for the last time.

They searched for another day, but still found nothing.

Wang Long slowly began to speak.

"Niannu, get ready, we're going back..."

Before he could finish speaking, the light suddenly went out.

Wang Long looked up in confusion. It wasn't even dark yet, so why did it suddenly get dark?

I saw a full moon rising from the other side of the mountain ridge, slowly obscuring the sun.

It's a total solar eclipse!?

This is what is known as the celestial dog eating the moon!

Ye Niannu also raised her head, her gaze fixed on the edge of the sun that was gradually being swallowed by shadow, and said in a low voice.

"My lord... the character '藏' on the map and the character '仙门' recorded on the fragments of the Primordial Holy Palace both have the same sun shadow symbol engraved next to them."

Ye Niannu's words made Wang Long's heart skip a beat. Could it be that the entrance to this Immortal Treasure would have to wait until a total solar eclipse?

This is too random.

He was about to say something when, without warning, the ground beneath his feet gave way.

The ground seemed to vanish in that instant, even the sound of the wind became distant and indistinct, and the two of them, along with the little chick perched on their shoulder, were pulled downwards by some irresistible force.

My vision was distorted into a flowing play of light and shadow, as if I had been thrown into a turbulent river, my body twisting and turning uncontrollably, and then suddenly being thrown in another direction.

This state lasted for about ten breaths before Wang Long regained consciousness, and the light and shadow in front of him suddenly froze.

The moment Wang Long landed, he instinctively reached out and caught Ye Niannu. The two helped each other to steady themselves, but the sight that came into view stunned him.

Before me lay a peaceful village.

Houses with blue tiles and white walls are scattered in a well-organized manner on both sides of a clear stream.

Peach and apricot trees are planted in front of and behind the house. They are in full bloom, and the pink and white petals fall gently in the breeze, covering the bluestone pavement.

In the distance, there are endless wheat fields, the waves of wheat undulating in the wind like a golden sea.

On the ridge of the field, several farmers wearing straw hats were working at their backs, their movements unhurried and deliberate.

Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, several elderly people sat together playing chess and chatting, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter.

Everything seemed peaceful and serene, like a scene straight out of an ancient ink painting.

Wang Long shook his head, stunned; everything seemed so unreal.

He discovered a huge blue stone standing at the entrance of the village, its surface as smooth as a mirror, with three ancient characters carved on it—Peach Blossom Spring!

As Wang Long looked at those three words, a distant memory suddenly flashed through his mind.

That was the text he had read before he traveled through time, "The Peach Blossom Spring".

"The Peach Blossom Spring...isn't that from the textbook?"

He murmured in shock, his voice filled with disbelief.

For a moment I felt disoriented and couldn't tell where I was.

Is it virtual or real?

Ye Niannu turned her head to look at him, and when she saw Wang Long's reaction, her eyes were filled with doubt.

"My lord, do you recognize this place?"

Wang Long shook his head, then nodded, unsure how to explain.

Just then, several villagers who were working on the ridges of the fields straightened up and saw them from afar.

They put down their farm tools and walked enthusiastically this way.

Leading the way was a woman who looked to be around fifty years old, with a simple smile on her round face and a loud, friendly voice.

"Oh dear, where did this guest come from? They look unfamiliar; are they from another village?"

Behind her were a young man and an elderly man with white hair, both smiling and looking in this direction.

They showed absolutely no wariness or surprise, as if the two people who appeared out of nowhere at the village entrance were visiting relatives from a neighboring village.

Wang Long suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and bowed respectfully.

"Hello, sir. We... got lost in the mountains and ended up here by mistake."

Upon hearing this, the aunt immediately waved her hand.

"Oh dear, it's easy to get lost on these mountain paths, but it's alright. Once you're in our Peach Blossom Spring, you're a guest, so don't be shy!"

As she spoke, she turned and shouted towards the village.

"Old Li, we have guests over! Prepare a good meal!"

One of the elderly men playing chess at the village entrance looked up, chuckled, and put down his chess pieces, standing up.

Chao Wanglong and Ye Niannu waved to each other.

"Come, come, it's getting late. Come to my house for a hot meal and a rest. We'll figure out how to get back tomorrow."

Ye Niannu turned her head slightly and glanced at Wang Long, her eyes filled with a barely perceptible sense of vigilance.

This is a village that doesn't even exist in the Great Qian Dynasty, or even in this world. It looks normal, but there's something strange about it.

The people in front of me showed no signs of spiritual energy; they were just ordinary people.

The more ordinary something is, the more cautious the two of them become.

Wang Long gently squeezed her hand, signaling her not to make a fuss, while still maintaining a polite smile on his face.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, sir."

Old Li was the village chief of Peach Blossom Spring. He walked ahead, leading the way with steady steps, wearing a coarse cloth short jacket and straw sandals.

He looks no different from any other ordinary elderly person in a mountain village.

He turned back to talk to Wang Long as he walked.

"Which direction did you come from? The road to the south is difficult to travel. It rained recently, and the mountain streams are flooded. Many people have taken a detour."

Wang Long responded calmly.

"We came from the Cangwu Ridge area. We originally wanted to cross the mountain to the town in the north, but we ended up going further and further into the remote area."

The village chief nodded, didn't ask any further questions, and just said with a smile.

"Cangwu Ridge is indeed remote, no wonder you came all the way here."

He pushed open the courtyard gate, revealing a clean and tidy little courtyard with an old locust tree growing in it.

A stone table was set up under the tree, with several bowls of steaming hot coarse tea already laid out on it.

Wang Long's heart grew even more solemn. Cangwu Ridge was clearly the territory of Daqian, so how could they know about it? How strange!

Could this place be related to the Great Qian Dynasty hundreds of years ago?

The aunt and several neighbors were already busy at work, and the sound of a cleaver hitting the cutting board could be heard from the kitchen.

The aroma of food wafted out, mingling with the steam from the hot oil pan.

Several children curiously peered into the courtyard gate, only to be shooed away by the adults with a laugh.

Everything was lively and natural, like the scene that would be present in any ordinary village at dusk.

Ye Niannu sat down on the stone bench, picked up the bowl of coarse tea. The tea soup was clear and bright, with a few tender green tea leaves floating on it.

It has a slightly bitter taste at first, followed by a sweet aftertaste; it's just an ordinary wild mountain tea.

She spoke to Wang Long in a very soft voice, using the gesture of bowing her head.

"My lord, the people here... have absolutely no spiritual energy fluctuations, not even the most basic spiritual energy sensing."

Wang Long nodded slightly.

He was also observing. From the moment he stepped into the village, he sensed that there was no trace of spiritual power, literary energy, or array energy in the entire Peach Blossom Spring.

The people here walk with a brisk pace and speak with a strong voice, yet they are all ordinary mortals, without a trace of spiritual cultivation.

But having just experienced the solar eclipse and spatial distortion that had forced them into it, the Peach Blossom Spring before them was destined to be no ordinary village.

Could it be some kind of illusion, or perhaps a trick of the eye?