Otherworldly Merchant

“Jin Taiyuan, Wuling people fishing for business, Yuanxi walking, forgetting the distance, suddenly encountering peach blossom forest...”

I am so familiar with Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Yuan. When I was naughty, I was fined 200 times by my teacher, and until now I was able to turn my back on it. At that time, I wrote a grievous transcript, while still hating Tao Yuanming.

What are you talking about? I have to be punished for writing so many words.

But I never thought that one day I would actually encounter the peach blossoms written in the essay!

The only difference is that my journey is even more amazing.

Found it in a hot river up against the river!

But... the reference to Wuling in that article refers to the current Hunan Changde? How did this happen in Kunlun Mountain?

And yes, I thought about it again: if it was in Changde, it would have been discovered long ago. If there is such a magical place in the world, only such a rare place as Kunlun Mountain will exist.

Whatever he is.

Now that they're all here, I'm going to see what's going on.

Besides, whether it's a map of public loss, or that unusually friendly roar, it's all pointing here, and I can't go back anyway.

To think of it, I hit my head, jumped off the riverbank, and walked straight to the little hole in front of me.

As stated in Peach Blossom Original, the opening was initially narrow, allowing almost only one person to enter and exit, walking, becoming more and more spacious, a hundred steps later suddenly open.

The second spectacle recorded on the map emerged: a mountain standing in front of me!

Soaring into the clouds, the peaks of the sky!

Below the mountain peak, in the midst of the green eyes, lies a small village with white walls and black tiles that resemble the architecture of the Hui sect.

A bunch of dolls either shaved in peaches or braided with horns running around with a windmill in their hand.

On the side of the river outside the village, lying on a lazy old yellow cow, under the willow tree stood an old man with his hands behind his back, looking up to the sky not knowing what to look at.

What the hell is this place?

Who the hell are these people?

Is it true that, as stated in the text, it was the Qin Dynasty, the villagers who fled here?

But it's not right!

These people in front of them, old people and children, are all dressed in ancient costumes. It can be judged from my eyes and experience over the years, but it is definitely not from the Qin dynasty. I have no idea which dynasty or generation these are!

And what's even weirder is that those kids just rushed right out of my sight, and like they didn't see me at all, none of the stubborn kids looked at me more. The old man beneath the willow was more immobile.

What the hell is going on?

I was on the spot, pressing my heart into amazement, walking straight to the old man standing under the willow with his hands on his back.

“Sir, please...” I walked up to him and gave him a hand salute, but he just opened his mouth and stood still!

The old man... how does he look, so familiar.

He was not tall, slightly thin in shape, with small eyes, but extra godliness, with some old spots on his face, and a goatee between black and white on his chin.

Is this... Jiang Da Fish?

That's right, it's Jiang Daqi.

I looked closely again and was absolutely certain at the moment!

There may be two very similar people in the world, but I've never heard of two very similar people, even the position and shape of geriatric spots are exactly the same.

Don't tell anyone, even the twin brothers Jiang Da Fish and Jiang Xiao Xiao Fish, they have completely different shape positions of geriatric spots.

Absolutely right. He's Jiang Daqi!

“Brother Jiang!” I immediately stepped out of my excitement and couldn't care less at the moment. I grabbed his shoulder tightly in front of the hot tears.

But the old man's eyes flashed a hint of amazement, and he didn't see how he could make a move. As soon as he retreated, he escaped from me and stood quietly three meters away.

“You can actually see me.” The old man swept me up and down a few times, and I was surprised to ask.

Mm-hmm.

He questioned me this time.

What do you mean I can see you?

How can such a living person not be seen standing here?

Are you out of your mind, or am I not figuring it out?

But I'm too lazy to think about it now, and I take another step forward: "Brother Jiang, don't you know me? I'm Zhang Jiulin. ”

“Zhang Jiu... Hmm?” The old man shocked, brushed his eyes and glanced at him. He asked again very seriously: “Who are you? ”

“Ah? I'm Zhang Jiulin. ”

“Zhang Jiulin! Are you saying your name is Zhang Jiulin? ”

“Yeah.” I saw as if he remembered something. I took another two steps and said, “Brother Jiang, what is wrong with you? I don't even know him anymore. ”

The old man trembled like he was more excited than I was - but it seemed like something else to get him so excited.

He wept and sighed, "Oh, my God! You got it! Now it's over. ”

I was overwhelmed by this.

What do you mean, I'm done? What do you mean, I'm done?

Where are we going?

I stood half a metre away in front of him with my hands stretched empty-handed, not knowing what to do.

Until then, my head woke up a little bit, and I was wondering, “Why? Aren't you really Brother Jiang? ”

“Yes, and no.” The old man wiped a tear with a little excitement and said something more confusing.

“What's going on?” I asked strangely.

“It was both my past life and my future life.” The old man dried up his tears and introduced me: “Now that you've seen me before, you can come all the way here, I'm sure he's already dead. I'm still alive, and he's dead, and that's naturally the last life. ”

“And here I am, in the afterlife of the Ninth Holocaust, who never left the village. ”

Now, I was totally confused by him: “So who are you? ”

“Since you entered the village, the first one saw me and struck my former soul. Then I must be the one who inspired you. And you are the owner of the whole village! ”

This explanation makes me even more unclear, but it seems that trying to figure this out is by no means a three-word solution. So I thought about it, and I turned to another topic, pointing to a village not far away, and I said, "So what is this place? ”