Fox Road Travel Notes

His face felt itchy, and Chen Zican touched a soft blade of grass.

Opening his eyes, he was lying next to grandma's grave.

Turning over and putting his face against the grass, he smelled the smell of grass, fragrant and bitter.

It's like grandma's embrace, but I can no longer hear grandma's heartbeat.

He knew it was a dream.

Climbing up while holding on to his grandma's tombstone, he silently looked at the towering Taibai Peak in the distance.

The ominous calamity cloud was still slowly rotating, carrying an unyielding stubbornness and an aura of destruction.

Is she still there now?

Is she okay now?

Chen Zican suddenly had an uncontrollable impulse. He wanted to walk into the calamity cloud and set foot on the top of Taibai Peak to find her and accompany her.

Even if it's just her shadow.

He didn't know her name and had never seen her face.

But that day, he was worried about her and cried for her. Together they challenged God and faced life and death together.

Although it ended in ashes, it was really enjoyable!

It's painful, but also very happy.

Chen Zican thought of the days when he and his master and his wife were wandering the world.

They cleverly set up traps and cooperated with each other, so that the liars who pretended to be gods and ghosts were disgraced, and the villains who deceived the world and stole their reputations were exposed for their true colors.

Thousands of gold scattered but come back again.

In the end, although his master and his wife were behind bars, he himself ended up in this unknown place.

But now that I think about it, it’s still very satisfying!

If life is not happy, why is it different from salted fish?

She fought against the sky, and he fought against people. They had no intersection at first, but in this dream, they were inseparable and fought together.

Chen Zican took a step forward and walked towards the vast clouds and water in the distance.

The vortex on the top of Taibai Peak seemed to sense something and was spinning faster and faster.

After walking more than a hundred meters, Chen Zican stopped and squatted down suspiciously.

Half a meter in front of him, there seemed to be an invisible boundary, and the grass suddenly disappeared here as if it had been cut by a knife.

Further ahead, there is a desolate land, like a wasteland in the last days.

Chen Zican stretched out his hand and touched a transparent wall, which was soft but tough.

He patted it hard without making any sound, but there was a faint halo flowing under his palm.

He turned around, returned to his grandmother's tomb, and dug out a small shovel from under the base of the stone tablet. This was the one he had used when trimming the tomb. He was about to try again, but suddenly he was stunned.

"Where are you going? Isn't it fun here?"

A soft voice came, as charming as a girl: "Don't be afraid, my sister is a good person and doesn't eat children."

"Here, let me see my sister - yo, he's quite handsome, especially his eyes, which are like a cat, haha..."

Chen Zican looked around and asked, "Who are you? Why are you in my dream?"

"What, it should be you in my dream, okay?"

"who am I?"

"Well - I forgot about this! Just call me Sister Xiaobai."

"That day, I was on the Taibai Peak to survive a catastrophe. My body was burned by thunder, and only my soul was left. I escaped through the inner elixir."

"Originally, I just wanted to find a physical body, hide and recuperate slowly. Unexpectedly-"

"What didn't I expect? Oh, I forgot again! Anyway, I just accidentally pulled you into this illusion of Taixu Glazed..."

Chen Zican's eyes widened: "What, a fantasy? I thought I had traveled through time!"

"Then, did you kill me? Or did I turn into a vegetative state?"

"Oh, Damn Shota, Xiao Bai has read too much! Say important things three times, this is not time travel, it is not time travel! It is not..."

Chen Zican covered his ears, the sharp sound seemed to pierce his mind.

"Okay, don't be afraid, they didn't do it on purpose."

"At that time, everyone was unconscious..." After being crazy enough, the voice suddenly became soft and waxy, full of temptation.

Chen Zican suddenly remembered that dream.

The flying dandelion, the girl in white clothes that beat the snow, the Taibai Peak with murderous intent and treacherous clouds, her peerless grace, her unyielding resistance, and the two words she spat out when she turned into ashes. :"grandmother……"

"grandmother……"

Chen Zican stroked the cold tombstone, was it her?

However, no matter what, that stubborn, aloof, cold and chrysanthemum figure cannot overlap with the crazy guy now.

Thinking of the roaring thunder and the blazing light in his dream, he blurted out: "You still want to survive the tribulation? Are you not a monster?"

That girl in white who looks like a fairy from Lingbo, is she a monster?

Chen Zican was startled by his own thoughts.

There was no wind, but a few fluffy dandelions were flying everywhere.

One of them flew over slowly and hit Chen Zican on the forehead with a "bang".

He screamed, covered his head and fell to the ground. His tentacles hurt, and a big bump appeared on his forehead.

"I told you to talk nonsense!"

"Smelly boy, who among the cultivators is not allowed to survive the calamity? If the great road is unified, what are the gods and monsters?"

"Sister, I can't be said to be a human being. I am - from the Qingqiu clan..."

Chen Zican grinned in pain: "What the hell? Oh, Qingqiu? Nine-tailed fox?"

"You also said that you are not a monster. Could it be that I am a monster?"

"You nonsense brat, the Qingqiu clan is the great witch of the East conferred by Emperor Fuxi. They are the auspicious creatures of ancient times and are in charge of the mountain gods of the world. How can you say they are monsters?"

The voice was high-pitched and high-pitched, as if it was about to go crazy again.

Chen Zican secretly cursed: "Made, madman!" A little fox with bared teeth appeared in his mind.

This dream is really evil! Is she a girl like Fairy Lingbo?

Perhaps, precisely because she had turned into ashes, no one could ever replace her in his heart.

Forget it, good men don’t fight women, let alone female monsters.

Chen Zican rubbed his forehead: "Okay, goddess, how can I go back?"

"Call me sister! Well..."

Xiaobai's voice sounded distressed: "This is a bit difficult to handle!"

"I have already said that this is an illusion. It is the training ground for the Qingqiu clan and the last refuge for those who fail to overcome the tribulation."

"It's like a dream to you."

Chen Zican was startled: "Then, am I trapped in a nightmare? Can I still wake up?"

"Pah!" Another hit on the head.

"You want to die, don't you? Being with your sister is a nightmare?"

"Besides, what's wrong with staying here?"

"This Taixu Glazed Illusion is built based on the notes of previous generations, so it is actually no different from the real world."

"Hey, can you talk more and be less hands-on? We're not familiar with each other!" Chen Zican was also angry.

The dark clouds hovering over the distant peaks gradually slowed down.

A piece of soft wormwood suddenly rounded up and hit Chen Zican's butt hard.

Hot and spicy, the taste of fried meat with bamboo shoots!

"Shut up, don't talk! Sister, we don't have much time."

Chen Zican gritted his teeth secretly. This little monster was moody and violent. It was too torturous to deal with her.

"Just know that in order to return to reality, you must have power! Powerful power!"

"Some powers that you didn't even know or even believed in before!"

"In this fantasy world, you can find all kinds of outstanding people in history. What you can learn depends on your own luck and methods!"

"Okay, you just need to know that if I help you, I'm helping my sister herself."

The voice became gentle again: "Sister is in a very bad situation now. Everything depends on you!"

These few words are delicate and tactful, and seem to contain touching magic.

Chen Zican was about to open his mouth, but quickly closed it again.

"There are many things that sister wants to tell you, but not today."

"Close your eyes, be good, and my sister will take you to a place. Don't ask anymore. My sister can't sustain this dream anymore."

Chen Zican closed his eyes as he was told, and in an instant, the ubiquitous sultry heat disappeared.

"Look, this is the formation hub."

When Chen Zican opened his eyes, he didn't see the twinkling crystals or the huge light pillar. His eyes looked like a library with bookshelves on all four walls.

"Little brother, can you read classical Chinese?" Xiaobai seemed a little worried.

Chen Zican grinned and showed his signature smile: "Classmate, you seem to look down on me, the Chinese class representative?"

He thought of the teacher Lu who had always encouraged him not to give up on himself, and would secretly give him two boiled eggs after collecting his homework and sending it to the office every day.

That was his most respected teacher.

The only teacher I respect is a nerd.

Every Friday, in addition to two eggs, he would also have a book from Teacher Lu’s collection.

Teacher Lu knew that he had no money to buy books, but hoped that he would study more.

He really didn't have money to buy books, so he read every book over and over again, most of which were history and ancient texts.

"Yeah, so my sister's luck is pretty good! "Hey," give me a kiss..."

"My dear brother, then go to the first bookcase on the right and find the "Jiawu" volume. Memorize as many as you can!"

Xiaobai seemed very happy, and his voice was full of the innocence and joy of a little girl.

Chen Zican walked to the bookshelf on the far right and saw "Qing Dynasty" engraved on the top with two red characters in official script.

The Jiawu volume was on the top floor. He stood on tiptoe and pulled out the box, which was almost a foot thick.

The box says "Yu Chu's new ambition - Zhang Chao".

"Read it quickly. My sister is leaving. These days are hard and we must live frugally..."

Xiaobai urged: "Let's work hard together, bye!"

The voice disappeared, and Chen Zican shook his head: "Damn you!"

Opening the box, I couldn't help but marvel, what a tome!

Opening the first volume above, it is all written in small regular script with hairpins. The characters are very beautiful, traditional, and arranged vertically, like a manuscript.

This didn't bother him.

Although I can't write, I can recognize it. Even if some words are a bit unfamiliar, I can understand them by considering the context.

After reading a few pages, a line of words suddenly appeared in front of my eyes: "The Legend of the Great Iron Vertebra·Wei Xi (Uncle Bing)..."

"The Legend of Big Iron Vertebra"?

I have read this, and although I have forgotten the author and source, I still vaguely remember the plot.

Read on: "I don't know who the big iron spine is. Chen Zican, his brother from Peking, came to Henan, and met General Song's family..."

"Boom", a thunder sounded in my mind, this——

Could it be that I, Chen Zican, am the storyteller in "The Legend of the Iron Spine"?

Cio, no wonder you asked me to read this!

It seems that I was unknowingly pushed by the plot and ran away from home just to watch the hearty night battle of Da Tiezhu.

"No!" Chen Zican shook his head again. Perhaps the real hidden mission is to learn the earth-shattering skills of Da Tiezhu!

Suddenly, he felt that the world was becoming more beautiful. Who could have a child who likes reading and not have a martial arts dream?

After reading it for the third time, without any warning, endless darkness came flooding in.

Without any preparation, Chen Zican's consciousness had been completely swallowed up.

Then, a deep, dreamless sleep.

When I woke up, it seemed as if I was still reciting "The Great Iron Vertebra Turn" over and over in my mind.