About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

When Yang Yuyao followed the location told by Uncle Zhou and found Li Fengzhi's house, the door was still open and the room was dimly lit, but he could barely see the scene inside. Li Fengzhi knelt in front of a bed, as if he had lost his soul. The steamed bun that he had protected before fell to the ground, but he turned a blind eye. There was an old man lying on the bed. Judging from his condition, he had been dead for several hours.

Yang Yuyao stopped and watched from a distance at the door, feeling extremely sad for no reason. Perhaps the old man reminded him of his grandfather in his original world. This young man had a similar life experience to him, which resonated with him. Although Yang Yuyao's parents were still alive in the original world, he still grew up dependent on his grandfather. But he was much luckier than this boy. Before he died of a heart attack, his grandfather was still very healthy, but a little confused. With the support of advanced medical technology, Yang Yuyao felt that it would not be a problem for his grandfather to live to be a hundred years old.

Yang Yuyao was not sad to know his own death, but it was difficult for him to accept the death of someone he cared about. However, he did not know how to comfort this young man who had lost his only relative. He could only stand silently, at a loss.

"Immortal Master? I'm sorry, Immortal Master boy, I..." Li Fengzhi came to his senses on his own. He even noticed Yang Yuyao. Li Fengzhi, who realized that he had let someone go, looked at Yang Yuyao at a loss, his eyes Redness, swelling, and tears.

"Do you need me to help you bury him?" Yang Yuyao asked softly. After all, other than this, he didn't know how to comfort him.

Li Fengzhi stared blankly at Yang Yuyao, feeling flattered. After about three breaths, he nodded very vigorously.

"Is Azhi here? Auntie, I made chicken soup for you! Today is a good day, so we should have something good to celebrate! Eh? Why don't you light the lamp?" A slightly lively female voice attracted the attention of Yang Yuyao and Li Fengzhi , they turned their heads at the same time and saw a young-looking woman wearing a blue floral turban standing at the door holding an earthen pot. Her original smile turned into surprise and surprise after her eyes finally adapted to the dim light.

"You, you are the immortal master who killed Master Yu and the evil cultivator, right?" She looked at Yang Yuyao, her eyes full of gratitude and reverence. Although she did not live on the street where the incident occurred, she seemed In just one afternoon, the entire town knew about it. "If I had known you were here, I would have killed an extra chicken!"

"You don't have to be so polite." Yang Yuyao was frightened by the woman's enthusiasm. He even considered for a second whether to hide behind Li Fengzhi, but soon gave up on this plan because Li Fengzhi was almost a head shorter than him. . "I still have things to do..." Yang Yuyao said, looking at Li Fengzhi, waiting for the young man to speak.

"Huh? What's wrong with you, Azhi? Why are your eyes so red?" Perhaps her eyes were more adaptable to the dim light. Only then did the woman see Li Fengzhi's red and swollen eyes clearly. "Is it possible that the old gentleman..." the woman covered her eyes. He opened his mouth and shook the hand holding the earthen pot. Fortunately, the lid of the earthen pot was tight and the chicken soup inside did not spill out. Li Fengzhi nodded palely. "Wait a minute, aunt is going to find your Uncle Zhao to help!" The woman found a place to put the jar down and left in a hurry.

Just when Yang Yuyao and Li Fengzhi asked them what they should pay attention to when burying here, several men in their twenties and thirties rushed over. They all came to help bury Li Fengzhi's grandfather.

Although there are different funeral customs in different parts of the world, almost no place has the custom of keeping a corpse in mourning for several days. After all, this is a fantasy world with monsters and monsters. Compared with the possibility that the deceased may come back to life while still breathing, people are more worried about the corpse being invaded by evil and causing corpse transformation. Therefore, after a person dies and is confirmed dead, people will bury the deceased as much as possible, and a set of special rituals will be performed to prevent corpse transformation during the burial process.

Yang Yuyao felt that there was no need for his help, but these people seemed to think that it was an honor to have a monk stay beside them when they buried Li Fengzhi's grandfather, even if he did nothing. "Maybe you're still afraid of a sudden transformation, right?" Yang Yuyao guessed.

This cemetery is very small and new. Yang Yuyao estimated that it was originally just a large open space in a remote corner of the town, but was transformed into a cemetery by the residents of Tongling Town during the six years of being trapped. After all, there are even some ruins of what seems to be an abandoned mansion. At this time, a half-moon rose in the sky, and the men lit torches with skillful techniques. The light of the torch illuminated each tombstone. The surface of the tombstone was very simple. There was only the name of the tombstone owner, the date of birth and death, and the simplest interpersonal relationship.

"Almost all of them are teenagers..." Yang Yuyao glanced through the words on these tombstones with a heavy heart. At this age, it should be the best time for a person, with unlimited hope and future, but instead He was buried early in the hands of evil people, and his life became the cold words on the tombstone.

Along with Yang Yuyao, there was another person who was just watching and doing nothing, and that was Li Fengzhi. The proficiency of the men meant that the only thing he had to do was provide the text engraved on the tablet. Compared with those young people whose lives lasted only a dozen years, Li Fengzhi's grandfather's life experience was naturally much more colorful.

Although Li Fengzhi is only a teenager, his grandfather has lived in this small town for so many years, and everyone pieced together a long life. This made it difficult for the man in charge of carving the words. He couldn't finish carving so many words until tomorrow. But everyone present felt that every experience of the old man was very important. They respected the old man and were reluctant to delete any of it.

So Yang Yuyao finally had something he could help with. Not to mention anything else, the speed with which he could use his spiritual power to carve runes was probably unmatched by many monks, not to mention ordinary characters. He completed work that might take several days for ordinary people in the blink of an eye. But taking this opportunity, he took a closer look at the old man's life.

The old man's surname is Li, and he is a teacher in a small town school. Most people in the town can read and write thanks to him. When he was young, everyone called him Mr. Li, and later they called him Mr. Old. As a result, he was called sir, but no one remembered the old man's real name.

The men only knew that their elders had told them that the old man was admitted to the scholar examination at a young age, and it was said that he also received the Xie Yuan. However, for some unknown reason, he did not continue to take the exam, but instead set up a school in a small town to concentrate on teaching. Town children. Nowadays, people in the town have basically learned to read and write from the old man. Even after leaving school, if you encounter something you don’t understand when reading, you can still ask the old man to explain it, and he will answer every question very patiently every time.

The old man once had a wife, but she left no children and her wife passed away many years ago. Later, the old man picked up Li Fengzhi outside the town and took care of him as his own grandson. After the evil cultivators arrived and trapped them in the town six years ago, if it was the middle-aged man Uncle Zhou who led the town residents to secretly resist, then the old man was the wise man who made suggestions in various actions.

For six years, the residents of Tongling Town have been unable to wait for outside rescue, although they have been trying to save themselves. But there is still no light in sight. However, some people took the lead, some people made suggestions, and people supported each other to survive. But I don't know why the evil cultivator trapped them in the small town and allowed Master Yu to do evil.

In fact, a few months ago, Li Fengzhi, like the other handsome young men who survived, was hidden by the old gentleman and not allowed to go out. Unfortunately, when they transferred the girl next door, they were discovered in advance by Mr. Yu's people. The old gentleman managed to escape while protecting the girl, but he was severely beaten by the angry servants of the Yu family. However, at such an old age, his body could not withstand such a crime, and he was bedridden.

The girl and her family felt guilty and took the initiative to help take care of the old man so that Li Fengzhi could continue to hide. But Li Fengzhi couldn't hide and abandon his grandfather who had taken care of him for many years. Besides, the girl's family still needed to protect the girl. These days, it was not easy for everyone in the small town.

The men who came to help bury the old man were all regretting that the old man could not wait for the dawn. Li Fengzhi kept kneeling in the direction where the old gentleman was buried. But he couldn't help but raise his head and stare at Yang Yuyao, who was standing quietly. The half-moon was hanging high in the clear light all over the ground. This man stood under the moonlight with a figure as tall as a pine and cypress. He didn't rise into the air, but he was carrying A feeling of being alone in the world. He stared at the square tombstone, his eyes lowered, like a god lowering his eyebrows, pitying the world.

"Is this an immortal?" Li Fengzhi thought in a daze, "How could it be so beautiful otherwise?"

"Li Fengzhi, do you want to become an immortal?" The men who came to help left, and Yang Yuyao looked back at the tombstone and asked softly.

"Boy...is it okay?" Li Fengzhi swallowed, but did not dare to think too much.

"Well, you are destined to be immortal, and your age is right. By the way, how old are you exactly this year?" Yang Yuyao asked.

"This kid is fourteen this year." Li Fengzhi replied quickly.

"The age is just right for you to practice." Yang Yuyao nodded and said, "You can give it a try and make yourself stronger through practice. After all, the only person you can rely on is yourself. You are strong. The people in the town will also benefit from this.”

"As the boy becomes stronger, will Xiaorui's face recover?" Li Fengzhi asked expectantly.

"At least there will be more opportunities, but who is Xiaorui?" Yang Yuyao asked doubtfully.

"Xiao Rui is a girl who lives on Uncle Zhou's street. She was originally very beautiful, but one time when Mr. Yu's servants wanted to take her away by force, she struggled desperately and bumped into the kettle that had just been boiled. Her face It was destroyed. Although Master Yu's servants let her go after that, if it weren't for Master Yu, she wouldn't have become like that. And Xiaolan, Asu, Leilei, Yufang..." Li Fengzhi said angrily . These were once his peers and playmates, but now they all lie in the cold tomb like his grandfather. There are only a few people left alive.

"Is the Xiaorui you're talking about the girl who has no scar on her face except her left eye?" Yang Yuyao asked as he drew a mark on his face with his finger. Li Fengzhi nodded. "Are you burned? This shouldn't be difficult to solve. You can take me to see her tomorrow." Yang Yuyao suggested, and Li Fengzhi nodded immediately. "Of course, you still have to rely on yourself in the end. Well, since you are literate, this book will help you learn a lot about the world of immortality." Yang Yuyao called out the "Book of Immortal Cultivation" and wrote this book The third-hand book was handed into the hands of the young man.

"Thank you, thank you. But how should I repay you, Master Immortal?" Li Fengzhi raised his hands and respectfully took the book, which had gone through two hands, but was still in good condition. He carefully put it into his arms. "You saved my life today, and I don't know how to repay you."

"Repay... Well, I will stay in Tongling Town for a day or two. I happen to be short of a guide, so you can be the one." Yang Yuyao thought about it seriously and finally chose this less perfunctory one. Work.

"Okay, I will go all out, kid." Li Fengzhi clenched his fists and said confidently. So they left the cemetery and returned. After agreeing with Li Fengzhi on the time and place to meet tomorrow, Yang Yuyao separated from Li Fengzhi and walked towards the inn where they would stay tonight.

The person who opened this inn was Uncle Zhou's cousin, Uncle Zhou. Although this inn had not been open for six years, at least the facilities inside were still in good condition. In order to thank Yang Yuyao for saving their town, Zhou Botou asked the neighbors to help clean the entire inn, and Yang Yuyao arranged the best room for him to stay in for free. In Zhou Bo's words , that is, you can live there until you get tired of it. As for his carriage and horse Red Comet, they also made arrangements for him. Even Tu Shan, who was staying in the carriage, because Yang Yuyao had said that it was his pet, they actually used a chicken coop to take her. Put it in and send it to his room.

When Yang Yuyao entered the room and saw Tushan, who was hopeless but still staying in the chicken coop, it took a lot of effort not to laugh.

After bathing, Yang Yuyao began to take stock of his gains from this trip to the secret realm. During the time when he was collecting resources with Yan Shuangcheng and Leng Qiuying, he picked up fifteen light space rings. Yan Shuangcheng and Leng Qiuying were envious at first, then shocked, and finally numb. He even stared at Yang Yuyao's feet to see when he would kick out another space ring. Moreover, these interspatial rings are all usable, and there are all kinds of treasures in Forbidden Touch.

All kinds of exercises, heart techniques, weapons and elixirs are available. Yang Yuyao has opened five different copies of the Heart Technique used by Guan Cultivation, which is much higher than the probability of opening a blind box. Yang Yuyao was also lucky enough to get a fixed knife that he had longed for. There is even a space ring that contains a bunch of women's rouge and gouache and various women's clothes. Yang Yuyao once planned to give this space ring to Leng Qiuying, but in order to avoid any misunderstanding, he gave up the plan. So he took this space ring into the deepest place.

Then he took out the stem of the extremely elastic vine and the ice cube underneath, and looked at it carefully. Unexpectedly, he saw that the branch that he had cut short actually moved. Yang Yuyao, who suspected that he was a little dazzled, carefully opened the curled branch with his sword, and it quickly curled back again.

"Interesting, this thing is actually still alive. This is probably the first living thing that can be stored in a space ring." Yang Yuyao thought with interest, but did not take it back. Instead, he used the materials on hand to make a container like a chandelier and put it inside. The temperature inside this container is the same as that of the extremely cold ice field, and Yang Yuyao plans to try to raise it.

"Master, what is this?" Tu Shan asked curiously after being released from the chicken coop.

"I don't know either, but its vines can be made into something like this." Yang Yuyao took out the hair tie he made casually. He used this to tie his hair when he was in the secret realm today. However, Tushan later used the hair tie after combing his hair again, so he put away the homemade hair tie.

Yang Yuyao then took out some rare materials, studied their properties, and recorded them one by one. In Yang Yuyao's mind, he must find a way to hide it directly on his body instead of using a magic weapon to avoid being taken away. And it cannot be controlled by spiritual power or divine consciousness, so the only thing that can be used is mental power.

"Ha, it's time to send a message to Master." Yang Yuyao yawned and took out Xunlian. As soon as he put it on, a friend application suddenly popped up.

"Well, this is Taoist Zichan, a friend of Senior Taoist Chizhu? Why did he add me as a friend?" Yang Yuyao was a little confused, and then noticed that the other party applied to add the account he used when sending messages to the public screen, "Xia Continent”. "Did he see something in those pictures?" Yang Yuyao thought, and clicked to agree.