Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

"Xuan, do you believe in reincarnation?"

After drinking half of the porridge, Fang Yan tried to guide Xuan to think about the problems in his previous life to see his opinion, and at the same time checked the vibration amplitude of Xuan's opportunity light.

If the vibration amplitude is too large, then it may guide Xuan to recall his past life. If the light shrinks, it may increase the difficulty of awakening the memory.

He had used it on his own brother, using his ability to observe opportunities to find all kinds of strange things to prevent Yan Shujin from recovering his past life's memories and buy time for himself.

"Reincarnation? Are you talking about the reincarnation created by Hou Tu Niang Niang? Why are you asking about this?"

Xuan was a little puzzled. Why was he talking about reincarnation? Could it be that he had a powerful relative who was reincarnated? In Xuan's impression, only powerful people would care about reincarnation.

"Empress Hou Tu? Ahem."

Many years later, when Yan Fang heard again about Hou Tu creating reincarnation, he almost choked on his porridge.

Yan Fang had naturally heard of the theory that Hou Tu created reincarnation, but that was a fictional product of the modern online novels. There was no such theory more than 20 years ago or even more than a hundred years ago.

On the other hand, in the Xianxia Western Han Dynasty where he lived before his second time travel, he only knew of two theories about death.

One view is that people will turn into ancestral gods after death, or ascend to heaven and become immortals, and after accepting sacrifices from later generations, they will protect their descendants.

One is that Shennong's daughter Nuwa turned into a Jingwei bird, Zhuanxu turned into a fish woman after his death, Dayu's father Gun turned into a yellow dragon after his death, and there is also the unique Chinese tradition of the immortality of gods and men such as "King Wang entrusts his spring love to the cuckoo".

Well, they are all myths, because Yan Fang’s level was too low during the Western Han Dynasty, and he had not even entered the circle of cultivation, so naturally he would not know about those gods and ancestors.

Strictly speaking, except for the Heavenly Palace, most of the myths heard in the second life are similar to the culture of the Western Han Dynasty in Yan Fang's previous life, so Yan Fang was able to accept it quickly after traveling through time.

The theory of reincarnation began to spread from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties with the translation of Buddhist scriptures in the White Horse Temple. The theory of reincarnation did not exist in the normal Western Han Dynasty, let alone the connection between Hou Tu and reincarnation.

The idea of ​​Hou Tu's reincarnation is too modern and too primitive. It doesn't sound like a normal world. For the first time, Yan Fang began to doubt this world.

"Could this world be the evolution of a modern novel? That's why it has such a strong primitive flavor?"

Yan Fang thought of the infinite flow, traveling through copy worlds based on novels, movies and TV shows to explore or complete certain tasks, but the world Yan Fang came to now was a novel he had never read.

"Is it possible that the Xianxia Western Han Dynasty is not the same world as this place?"

Yan Fang was a little skeptical. As far as he knew, the main Xianxia in the Western Han Dynasty was Haotian Heavenly Palace, supplemented by the various schools of thought. In addition, there were side sects, demon sects, and independent cultivators. Although Taoism was ancient, it was only one of the various schools of thought. It did not establish a religion. Before Taoism was born, there would naturally be no supreme gods such as the Three Pure Ones...

The world that Yan Fang traveled to now has the characteristics of primitive times. The Three Pure Ones, Hou Tu, and Nuwa should not be in the same world no matter how you look at it!

However, Yan Fang always felt something was wrong and still had doubts in his heart.

"If a person awakens his past life memories, will he still be himself?"

Putting aside his doubts about the world for the time being, Yan Fang tried to throw the question to Xuan himself, and let Xuan make the choice.

Yan Fang could see that Xuan's memories of his previous life were not sealed by anything extra, only his merits were buried relatively deep, and he had spent a lot of effort to see them when he observed them before.

"Why not? Has anyone around you awakened their past life memories?"

Xuan had never considered Yan Fang's problem.

Since Hou Tu entered the reincarnation world, the dead souls are no longer in danger of falling into the underworld.

For the living beings of this era, reincarnation is a matter of course.

The human race is looking forward to the revival of the ancient sages so that they will no longer be bullied by foreign races.

Some sects of spiritual practice also have such traditions: a master accepts a disciple, and after the master encounters a disaster and reincarnates, the disciple will enlighten the master into the Tao, accept the master as a disciple, and gradually guide the master to awaken his innate wisdom and restore his cultivation.

"With different living environments and different philosophies, what you care about and value is definitely different from what you did in your previous life."

Yan Fang knew that there were still some differences in his thinking with Xuan. At this time, he couldn't help but miss Shuxi. Shuxi trusted him very much.

Of course, this does not mean that Xuan is worse than Shuxi, but that Xuan’s three views are basically mature, while Shuxi is still a blank slate. He can think and analyze, but is still in the accumulation stage.

"this......."

Xuan's mind worked quickly and he realized that Yan Fang's problem was extremely serious and complicated, but he had no clue for the moment.

"For example, even if you are a human in both of your past lives, you cared about the entire human race in your past life, and you care about the Bear Tribe in this life. If the Bear Tribe threatens the entire human race, what will you choose? What will you choose in your past life?"

Seeing that Xuan still didn't understand, Yan Fang gave an example at random.

"For the sake of being a person..."

Xuan Dao asked Yan Fang's question and fell into deep thought. He never thought about this kind of thing in the past.

It’s not that he’s not smart enough, but the human race in this era needs to spend a lot of energy just to survive, and they rarely have time to think about such complicated things.

At this moment, a very attractive voice came from outside the house.

"How could the bear tribe endanger the human race? What's your intention in giving such an example?"

Yan Fang raised his eyebrows and looked, and saw a tall young man opening the door. His muscles were only slightly weaker than Xuan's. He seemed quite impolite when he spoke, and his voice came before he even arrived.

He was wearing brown clothes with many feathers on them. Although the style seemed a bit simple to Yan Fang, it was quite delicate and neat. There were also many red patterns embroidered on the clothes, which resonated with the vital energy.

Compared with him, Xuan, who was wearing simple animal skin clothes, was really like a poor boy meeting a rich second generation.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Seeing that there were outsiders coming, Yan Fang put aside his own problems. Anyway, Xuan was also considering this problem, and it would take some time for him to help Xuan open his memory. He could prepare and wait at the same time, so he was not in a hurry.

However, when he saw this person, Yan Fang couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Could this person be an arrogant noble, a villain, and is he going to show off his wealth to the poor young man?

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned and did not develop as Yan Fang had expected.

"My name is Qing. I was born in the Fire Feather Tribe and am Xuan's cousin. You are the one Xuan picked up from outside, right?"

Qing looked at Yan Fang with narrowed eyes. His tone towards Xuan was quite warm, but towards Yan Fang he had a scrutinizing attitude. That look made Yan Fang quite uncomfortable, as if Yan Fang had done something seriously wrong.

"My name is Yan Fang, nice to meet you."

Yan Fang suppressed his uncomfortable feeling and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly. Knowing that the person in front of him was Xuan's relative, he would not show much displeasure.

But he secretly complained in his heart, why did he make him feel like a mistress who was caught in bed when introducing her to him?

This man is tall, has two mustaches on his mouth, and looks a bit precocious. I didn't expect him to be Xuan's cousin. He should be between seventeen and eighteen years old, but judging from his behavior, he is of this age.

"Qing, why are you here?"

Xuan asked curiously. It was true that he and Qing were relatives, but their relationship was not very close. He and his mother were expelled to the border of the tribe. He only saw Qing a few times when hunting, and they were not in the same hunting team. Why would Qing come to his house on purpose?

"After my mother found out about your last meritorious service, she said you had great potential and asked me to follow you in the future, so I came here today."

Qing didn't try to gain good relations with him and told him the purpose of his visit honestly.

After he finished speaking, he deliberately glanced at Yan Fang, firstly to show off that his behavior of coming to Xuan was supported by his family. Secondly, he warned that Xuan was the boss, and you, an outsider, should not think of taking my second place!

He originally thought that he was the first person to seek refuge and his family was quite powerful, so Xuan would definitely be very touched. However, he never expected to meet You Yanfang, who not only cut in line but also spoke ill of the Youxiong tribe behind their backs.

“…”

It was quite magical that Yan Fang understood Qing's eyes, but after understanding, he felt helpless...

From Qing's words, Yan Fang quickly sorted out some information.

The time when he traveled through was just right. Xuan had made great achievements in recent times and was beginning to rise. He was in the stage of recruiting younger brothers. This was equivalent to breaking off an engagement or leaving the village due to a chance encounter with a commoner.

Now that some people have taken a fancy to Zhongxuan, they begin to place bets and invest in shares, hoping to gain benefits, and I, as an unexpected intruder, have become a troublemaker.

Thinking of this, Yan Fang could only be thankful that he came to an era when the human race had not yet officially risen, and the powerful might not pay much attention to this place?

Now only a young man came. If it were the powerful people like Lady of the West, Yinglong, Guangchengzi who were said to be related to the Yellow Emperor, how could he, an outsider, stand here?

He has now successfully approached Xuan, the future leader of the human race, without being destroyed or noticing anyone else's attention.

This may be due to the magical power of "Cloud Step", but it also proves that Xuan's previous life and his relatives and friends did not prepare enough backup plans when he died...

"That's it..."

When Xuan heard Qing's words, he felt mixed emotions. The last time he took action was to save his half-brother Chi, and he didn't want to fight for any power.

Originally, because of the inexplicable reward from the Great Witch, he had begun to be excluded by his eldest brother's family. Now that his aunt had made such a choice, wouldn't his relationship with his eldest brother be even worse?

Xuan immediately made up his mind to drive Qing away, but before he could even start talking, Qing smiled and said, as if to take credit:

"Yes, I even went to the chief and asked him to assign me to the captain's hunting team. He has agreed, hehe!"

Qing's words made Xuan look bitter. The captain was Chi, and Xuan was in Chi's hunting team. Since the leader had made the decision, it was impossible for him to ask the leader to revoke the decision...

"So you guys hunt in teams."

Yan Fang could see Xuan's changes clearly from the side. As someone who had read many novels, he could probably guess what was going on. It was probably that the innocent protagonist didn't want to be the boss and wanted to prove that he had no ambitions.

However, life is like that, with all kinds of accidents and helplessness, sooner or later he will be led to the road of kingship by the people around him.

"That's not right. Without the hunting team, what will the tribe eat?"

Qing said with pride and a bit of disdain that he knew Yan Fang was weak and frail as soon as he saw him, and such people were looked down upon the most in the human tribe. Then he sniffed the rust in the bowl of porridge placed beside him and exclaimed.

“Is this rice porridge?”

"Xuan, this is the reward you got for your great contribution last time? You actually gave it to an outsider to drink?"

For a moment, Qing was actually jealous. Xuan was willing to share the rice porridge with him after only being around for a few days. If they had been together for a longer time, how could there be a place for him?

It turns out that this rice came from the Shennong tribe and was planted in a special energy field. The rice produced was very mild and very suitable for consumption by the naturally weak acquired human race. It was easier to absorb and, on the one hand, it could enhance physical fitness and save three years of body-building effort, and on the other hand, it could also speed up recovery from injuries.

If Yan Fang had not been fed rice by Xuan all the time, and if the Qingmu Gong that Xuan learned had not been helpful in healing injuries, he would probably not have woken up.

The value of this rice is not too high in the current time and space, but it is very rare and the planting method is also very complicated. Its symbolic significance outweighs its practical value.

In areas outside the Shennong tribe, the witches of each major tribe kept and planted it personally. Generally, only those who made great achievements would be rewarded with this thing. It was of great significance and represented great honor.

"mysterious?"

Yan Fang was also startled when he heard this. When he drank porridge before, he could sense the spiritual energy in the porridge that was so rich that it was almost as strong as vital energy. He was also very careful to control the spiritual energy in his body when drinking it.

However, this thin porridge did not have the aura of opportunity, or even if it did, the vision of opportunity was all gray, and he could not notice the unusualness in it.

He originally thought that in the ancient times, there should be spiritual herbs everywhere, but he never thought that a bowl of porridge would be so precious? This touched Yan Fang's heart.

Here we have to mention the existence of the vital energy of heaven and earth. Aura is spiritual energy that floats freely between heaven and earth. It is the foundation for practitioners. Breathing it can nourish the body and soul, and can also be used to perform magic.

Yuan Qi is a more powerful and primitive Qi of heaven and earth than Ling Qi, close to Hun Yuan, powerful but slightly chaotic. In the Western Han Dynasty, when practitioners reached a high level of cultivation, they would return the Ling Qi in their bodies to Yuan Qi, so that they could better sharpen their bodies and minds and use powerful magic. However, practitioners at a low level would find it difficult to control Yuan Qi, and its Hun Yuan characteristics would hurt the practitioners instead.

Today, the world is filled with vital energy, and it is difficult for humans to practice because their bodies and minds are too weak. And since Yan Fang came from the future, his body is even more fragile, which is why he was lying in bed and unable to move at first.

"The High Priest gave me the reward. How I distribute it is my business."

Xuan first nodded to Yan Fang, and then spoke to Qing, not allowing anyone to question him.

The porridge is not that precious, but its meaning is different. If the people in the tribe knew that an outsider drank it, who knows how they would treat the dialect.

Yan Fang was the person he rescued, and he couldn't let Yan Fang get hurt again because of him, so his attitude became tough.

"Humph!"

Qing Jianxuan stared at him with eyes like a tiger. He was frightened for a moment and didn't know what to say. However, for the sake of face, he still forced himself to hum and turned to Yan Fang.

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