Chapter 2 Accidentally entering Peach Blossom Land, meeting the Immortal Lord

"System! What's going on? Why did someone come in?!"

Cui Heng called the system in his heart.

He was panicking.

After all, according to the system's previous detection, this world is a high-level fairy world.

There are fairy kings everywhere and countless ferocious beasts!

Even a child who only knows how to drink beast milk has millions of pounds of strength. Although

the figure that just fell from the sky looks like a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old, who can guarantee that he doesn't have earth-shaking power?

What if it's the son of the Emperor of Heaven who came to the world to show off... no, to experience?

My small body, which has only been refined to the sixth level, can't bear it!

[Hello! The Almighty Immortal Cultivation System is dedicated to serving you and escorting you on your road to immortality! 】

【Because the novice space wanders in the cracks of the heavens and the worlds, it often comes into contact with different heaven and earth planes. The space rules of some planes are unstable, and creatures will fall into the novice space through the cracks.

【These creatures who accidentally leave the original heaven and earth plane will be attracted by the return of the original heaven and earth. They will leave and return to their original world after twelve days at most. 】

"So that's it."

After hearing the system's explanation, Cui Heng breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Even in the high-level fairy time and space, there must be low-level planes.

For example, the mortal world, the human world, etc.

Generally speaking, the space of this low-level plane is mostly unstable.

He is well aware of these things as a reader of novels.

Moreover, after relaxing, he realized that this was a novice space and he would not be hurt here.

Even if a real big guy fell in, it seemed that there would be no problem.

After figuring it out, Cui Heng was completely relaxed.

He walked into the farm and carefully observed the figure that fell from the sky.

This was a little boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with ordinary looks, ragged clothes, dark skin, skinny, and a little skinny.

There were crooked scars on his head, and he looked like a little monk.

But he had grown a lot of hair.

"Hungry, so hungry, so hungry..." The little boy murmured unconsciously, his body curled up, and trembled slightly.

"..." Cui Heng was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Who told me to be kind? I'll save your life."

He had been staying here alone for ten years, feeling quite lonely.

It was rare to have someone to talk to.

It wasn't easy either.

...

Hong Fugui opened his eyes with difficulty, then closed them immediately.

Because he saw a ball of light emitting bright white light above him, which was a bit dazzling.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes again, and after barely adapting to the light, he could see the surrounding situation clearly.

The snow-white walls, the ingenious decorations, the neat and clean tables and chairs, and the bed he was lying on, were covered with snow-white satin!

"Where is this place?" Hong Fugui was very confused, looking at the big ball of light above, "Is this the world after death? Why do I feel hungry after death?"

Squeak!

The door was pushed open, and a young man in a snow-white robe walked into the room. He was handsome and elegant, as if he was a banished immortal from heaven.

Hong Fugui was stunned when he saw him coming, and asked in confusion: "Are you an immortal from heaven?"

"I'm just a mortal on the road to becoming an immortal." Cui Heng smiled and came to Hong Fugui's bed, "How is it, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, it's just..." Hong Fugui shook his head quickly, but at this moment his stomach suddenly made a "gurgling" sound.

"Hahaha, you must be hungry." Cui Heng laughed, then looked at the void beside him and whispered, "Where is the Yellow Turban Warrior?"

"Yellow Turban Warrior?" Hong Fugui was a little confused, not knowing what Cui Heng was saying to the void, but the next moment he was stunned by the scene in front of him. He

saw that the void was like a lake that had been broken by a stone, with ripples.

Then a three-meter-tall, muscular, and extremely strong man in yellow clothes appeared in the room from the void, and knelt on one knee in front of Cui Heng respectfully, "Greetings to the Immortal!"

Immortal technique!

A god!

Hong Fugui looked at Cui Heng in disbelief, his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, and his face full of shock.

You still say you are not an immortal? !

At this moment, he suddenly had an idea, and he knelt down with a plop, prostrating himself, and said respectfully: "Please give me the way to save the world, Immortal Lord!"

"Ah this..." Cui Heng suddenly felt numb.

He just wanted to ask the Yellow Turban Warrior to bring some food, why did this guy suddenly kneel down? He

really came from the mortal plane of the world of immortals.

So ignorant.

"Get up, get up, eat something first." Cui Heng raised his hand lightly, and the invisible magic power directly dragged Hong Fugui to stand up.

Although he didn't know any spells, the magic power itself had certain magical properties, and it was still very easy to do things of this level.

But in Hong Fugui's view, this was a genuine method of the gods!

Let people stand up by using the air to control the air!

This is a legend in the martial arts world, and even something that only the gods on earth can do!

He became more and more certain that his benefactor must be a hermit immortal!

However, Hong Fugui did not continue to kneel and beg Cui Heng.

Instead, he listened to Cui Heng's words and waited for dinner.

He lost his parents when he was young, and was deceived and sold to a temple. He became a monk. After escaping, he wandered for a long time and became a beggar. He saw too many cruel things in the world.

Therefore, he knew very well that when he wanted to gain something from others, he could not force them unwillingly.

Especially he could not force them by taking advantage of their compassion.

Instead, he should show his own value first.

Then talk about other things.

Before showing his own value, it is best to show obedience.

"I must not leave a bad impression in the heart of the Immortal Venerable." Hong Fugui thought to himself.

However, when the Yellow Turban Warrior conjured up a large table of delicious dishes out of thin air,

he could no longer remain calm.

He stared at the roast chicken, roast duck, braised beef, etc. on the table without moving.

Poor Hong Fugui had never eaten a few bites of meat in his life.

"You got the wrong one. This is what I usually eat." Cui Heng rolled his eyes and said to the Yellow Turban Warrior, "Bring that bowl of health-promoting porridge."

It's a joke to feed such a table of fish and meat to a starving person!

"Yes, Immortal Venerable!" The Yellow Turban Warrior nodded.

Then he waved his hand and put away the dishes on the table, replacing them with a large bowl of fragrant porridge, and two small bowls of pickled mustard.

"Well, eat it." Cui Heng pointed at the porridge and pickled mustard, and said to Hong Fugui, "You are not suitable to eat too much meat now. Drink some porridge first to nourish yourself."

"..." Hong Fugui was silent at this time, staring at the porridge on the table in a trance, his eyes were sad, and his reaction was greater than when he saw the fish just now, as if he was trapped in some kind of memory.

Plop!

He suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply to the bowl of porridge, his voice a little hoarse, "Dad, Mom, I am an unfilial son. I let you die without drinking a bowl of hot porridge!"

(End of this chapter)