Time is the most important thing? Is space king? I agreed?

A month later.

"Brother Xiaochen, brother Xiaochen, let's go catch dragonflies!" A little girl with a silk bellyband on her upper body and a tiger skin skirt on her lower body came running from a distance.

This is Uncle Wang's daughter from next door, Wang Xiaoqing, 5 years old, just 2 months younger than Jiang Chen.

They grew up together. Originally, Jiang Chen and Wang Xiaoqing played together every day. When Jiang Chen fell from a height a few months ago, he was also with Wang Xiaoqing.

"Although I have the body of a 5-year-old now, I still have the soul of an 18-year-old! Catching dragonflies? Playing house? I really can't play!" Jiang Chen looked at the girl running over, feeling helpless in his heart.

But in order to avoid the adults' suspicion, Jiang Chen really spent a lot of time playing with Wang Xiaoqing this month. But no matter how he cooperated, it was still not like what he remembered, lacking the unbridled nature of a child. Mulian had also noticed something unusual. She always felt that her son did not look like a child, but she only attributed it to the fact that he had fallen down before.

"I'm not going today, Xiaoqing can go by herself!" After saying that, Jiang Chen pinched the little girl's cheek.

This big brother look made Mulian, who was drying clothes next to her, chuckle a few times.

After squeezing, Jiang Chen said something was wrong in his heart: "I am a 5-year-old child now, why am I squeezing my face like a doting father!"

"Xiaochen, Xiaoqing, you guys play in the courtyard for a while, and I will take you to the beach later." Mulian shook her clothes and said.

"Okay, then I'll go to the beach to catch dragonflies!" Xiaoqing shouted from the side.

"As expected, I still can't forget her dragonfly. Shouldn't this be an activity only boys like? But going to the beach is not bad either!" Jiang Chen muttered in his heart.

There were three people in the group, Mulian walked in the middle, holding one on each side. The crowing of roosters came and went, and someone's rhubarb occasionally frightened someone's rhubarb while walking. The barking of dogs from time to time scared Xiaoqing into clenching Mulian's hand!

Jiang Chen felt the wind blowing in his face, listened to the crow of chickens and dogs in his ears, and watched the smoke rising from the surrounding rooftops while walking across the ancient stone bridge.

All of this adds one touch of mundane fireworks to this ordinary small village. Following the winding gravel path, we walked out of the small fishing village.

They saw a red sun rising slowly from the sea level. The majestic sea was extremely calm at this time. The sky was blue and cloudless, and the red morning glow dotted the sky randomly.

The seabirds in the distance sometimes swooped into the water, sometimes soared into the sky, and struggled no matter how hard they struggled with the small fish in their mouths.

But at this moment, Jiang Chen's eyes widened, not because he was amazed at the scenery in the distance. Instead, he clearly felt the changes in the light that accompanied him through time.

What was originally just a halo turned into a round and flawless glass bead, floating in Jiang Chen's perception like the sunrise in the distance. Its location was definitely not in the body, but more like in the soul. It's like being in the spirit, as if you can touch it with just a thought.

As soon as Jiang Chen's thoughts moved, a majestic and sacred aura suddenly enveloped his whole body.

Jiang Chen's consciousness was stripped from his body, and he entered an unknown place. Everything he saw was boundless, chaotic, and gloomy. The glass bead seemed to be the only light and color here.

I saw the glass beads spinning around, a colorless halo slowly condensing on its surface, and then dripping like water drops, instantly blending into the surrounding chaotic space.

An inexplicable but clear message emerged in my heart: the first stage of world origin fusion, fusion and accompanying origin immortal scripture.

Suddenly a golden book page suddenly appeared in my mind.

The words in "The Art of Divine Machinery of Creation" are as if they are engraved in the soul. There is no need to understand the font language. Jiang Chen can already understand the name of the page with just one glance.

At this time, Jiang Chen also understood what that glass bead was. It turned out to be the origin of a complete world. And the golden pages are also something extraordinary, the Origin Immortal Scripture. As soon as I heard the name, I was impressed.

Jiang Chen accepted all this in disbelief, as if he was dreaming. It was clear that before he was still in the world of mortals, even breathing freely was a luxury, but now he has become the protagonist in a novel?

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen's face tightened, and his face was full of solemnity. He looked at Mulian, and then at the looming fishing boat in the distance. That was his father fishing. He had already made up his mind: "I will guard this place." Everything, I will remember these warm days, and I will live a different life!"

"Mother, does the sea have a name?" Jiang Chen asked Mulian.

"Silly boy, why are you asking this? Isn't the sea just called the sea?" Mulian seemed a little surprised.

"You call me Xiaochen, but my name is Jiang Chen. Dahai must have a name of his own!" Jiang Chen tried his best to imitate what a 5-year-old child should look like.

Mulian looked at her son's stubborn expression and said with a smile: "Xiaochen has grown up so much that he likes to catch dragonflies. This sea of ​​ours is called Mengxian Sea!"

"Dream Immortal Sea? Are they the immortals that storytellers usually talk about? The kind of people who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and are omnipotent? Are there really immortals?" Jiang Chen continued to ask.

"Of course there are no immortals, my silly boy, your mother has never seen an immortal in her whole life!" Mulian knocked on Jiang Chen's head and laughed.

Jiang Chen secretly cursed in his heart, "My mother, the world is so big, how do you know that there are no immortals, such as the origin of this world and this origin of immortal scriptures, but these are too unimaginable, Xiang must talk to outsiders, others I’ll just treat you as a fool!”

"Brother Xiaochen, brother Xiaochen, come and catch dragonflies!" Xiaoqing's voice came from not far away.

The great sun moves along its own trajectory, and the two children run freely, but one is a real child and the other is a real sixth child. A few seabirds shuttled freely, and the fishing boats in the distance got closer and closer.

"Madam, why are you here? Let's cook fish for lunch!" Jiang Lin came over with a net of fish in his hand and pinched the little girl's cheek. "Xiao Qing is here to eat too, haha!"

"Okay, Uncle Jiang, let's eat fish for lunch and wild boars for dinner. My father said in the morning that he was going to hunt wild boars." The girl's face was filled with an innocent smile.

A group of four people followed the way they came and returned to the small fishing village. The little girl is jumping all the way, and the scene is very warm and lively.

At night, Jiang Chen told his parents early that he was sleepy and wanted to go to bed, but in fact he was secretly studying the "Secret Art of Creation" in his room.

I saw a line of big words revealed on the golden page: Calm down, hold your breath and enter the mind, concentrate the mind and return to the source, draw the source into the body, create the divine machine, and live forever!

Jiang Chen was shocked, "Eternal life? That means immortality."

Then he looked at his 5-year-old body again and fell into deep thought!