Inside a fishing village.
Lu Li suddenly opened his eyes, his face was deathly pale, he was panting heavily, cold sweat was pouring down his face, and he was extremely weak.
He tried to mobilize his internal energy, but found that there was no movement at all. His dantian was empty, as if it were a dead silence, without any flow of qi.
"What...what's going on?" Lu Li panicked instantly, his face paling with shock.
My cultivation has been destroyed?
He still remembered the three calamities he had experienced. The last calamity was Ruoshui. After Ruoshui rushed into his body, Lu Li could no longer mobilize his internal energy and fell directly from the sky.
He actually turned into an ordinary person?
"Heavenly Questioning Sword!"
He subconsciously raised his hand, only to find that he was gripping the Heavenly Question Sword tightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The Heavenly Sword is different now; it has a sword spirit. It was Wang Mang who sacrificed himself and voluntarily transformed into the sword spirit, just to cut a glimmer of hope for the world.
Lu Li struggled to his feet, his body heavy, and slowly stood up. He then opened the door and walked outside.
What came into view was a dilapidated courtyard, with low houses, overgrown weeds, and dust piled on the ground.
"Huh, you're awake?"
Just then, a slightly aged voice rang out.
Lu Li looked in the direction of the sound and saw a hunched old woman sitting next to a stone table mending clothes.
The old woman was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a wooden hairpin in her hair. Her skin was dry and wrinkled, her temples were gray, and her face was covered with the marks of time.
But she was in good spirits, with bright, piercing eyes, and her cloudy pupils radiating wisdom and intelligence.
Lu Li was slightly stunned. Could it be that the old woman in front of him had saved him just now?
"Where...where am I? Did you save me?" Lu Li asked.
“This is Bohai, and you are in my home,” the old woman said, putting down her work.
Bohai Sea!!!
Lu Li immediately widened his eyes, staring incredulously at the old woman in front of him.
Bohai is in the Liaodong area, how could he have fallen into the Liaodong region?
He slowly stood up and carefully examined Lu Li: "Judging from your accent, you're not from Liaodong, are you?"
Lu Li nodded, thinking to himself that although the old woman was very old, she was sharp of hearing and sight and must have seen some of the world.
“You fell from the sky, and the villagers had you carried here.”
"I thought you wouldn't make it, but I never expected you to actually pull through."
"Your injuries have basically healed. You'll be fully recovered after a period of rest," the old woman said calmly.
Lu Li shook his head with a bitter smile; the old woman, however, remained calm.
"Then don't you doubt my identity?" Lu Li asked.
"The less you know, the longer you will live."
The old woman sighed and continued, "I see your injuries have almost healed. Farewell, and may we each find our own fate!"
Lu Li was taken aback; this old woman was truly extraordinary.
Lu Li felt a warmth in his heart and clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you!"
The old woman nodded slightly, then slowly walked away, leaning on her cane.
As Lu Li watched her unsteady figure, he couldn't help but feel curious about the old woman's identity.
But since no one cares about his identity, how could he presumptuously ask them?
Lu Li gave a wry smile and left the old woman's courtyard. After making inquiries, he finally found the residence of the village chief of this small fishing village.
The village chief's name was Zhang Fu. He was in his fifties, had a kind appearance, and was very friendly.
Upon seeing Lu Li, he warmly invited him to have tea and a meal, and told him many stories about the past of this small fishing village.
Zhang Fu told Lu Li that the village was called "Haining Village," located on the coast of the Bohai Sea, and that the villagers made a living by fishing.
This small fishing village is not large, with only a few hundred households. Most of the villagers are surnamed Li, and only a very small number are surnamed Zhang.
Surprisingly, the village chief didn't seem curious about his identity at all, and didn't even ask him a single question.
Lu Li grew increasingly curious about this Village Chief Zhang and couldn't help but ask, "Please forgive my impertinence, but may I ask why this Village Chief Zhang doesn't inquire about my identity?"
Zhang Fu smiled calmly and said, "Because everyone has secrets. The fact that you survived a fall from such a height means you are no ordinary person."
"Since we are not mortals, the less we know, the longer we will live."
Upon hearing this, Lu Li was immediately shocked; he and the old woman had said the same thing.
Who exactly is this old village chief?
"My name is Lu Li!" Lu Li cupped his hands in a respectful greeting and formally introduced himself.
Zhang Fu laughed and said, "You don't need to tell me. You will leave eventually. We were just passing acquaintances."
Upon hearing this, Lu Li felt a pang of sadness.
Zhang Fu laughed and said, "Actually, I've long seen that you have a story to tell. I won't pry into it. Anyway, you're leaving, and we may never see each other again."
He pointed into the distance and said, "The scenery here is beautiful and the environment is tranquil. Why don't you take a stroll around? Perhaps it will help you forget some of your troubles."
"Thank you, village chief."
Lu Li bowed again.
"You are welcome."
Zhang Fu waved with a smile, "Take care, I still have some things to take care of."
"This junior takes his leave!"
Lu Li turned around, stepped away from Zhang Fu's residence, enjoyed the scenery along the way, and finally saw the entrance to Haining Village.
At the entrance of the village stand two willow trees, their branches and leaves lush and green, shading the sun. The sound of waves crashing on the shore adds to the tranquility of the small fishing village.
Lu Li took a deep breath, slowly stepped out of the village entrance, and walked forward.
But when he walked out and looked back, he found that the fishing village had disappeared, leaving only two lonely willow trees standing there.
It felt like a dream.
"What's going on!"
Lu Li was startled and quickly returned, but found the place empty. He searched for a long time but could not find the village he had just seen.
"What's going on?" Lu Li was filled with doubts, and he vaguely felt that this matter was definitely unusual.
But now he can't use any internal energy at all, and he can't mobilize the power of nature to investigate.
"Sigh~"
Lu Li sighed helplessly; he could also encounter such strange things.
Suddenly, a text he had studied in modern times, called "The Peach Blossom Spring," flashed through his mind.
Legend has it that there exists a paradise on earth called Peach Blossom Spring. They live in this beautiful paradise, leading peaceful and tranquil lives.
A fisherman stumbled upon the Peach Blossom Spring and left with marks everywhere he went.
Upon arriving in the prefecture, he went to the prefect and reported his experience.
The prefect immediately sent men to follow him in search of the marks he had made before, but they lost their way and could no longer find the path to Peach Blossom Spring.
What Lu Li is experiencing now is quite similar to that of the Peach Blossom Spring story.
Does that Shangri-La really exist in this world?
He suddenly remembered that the clothes worn by the people in that small fishing village were not from the Eastern Han Dynasty, nor from the Qin Dynasty!
Lu Li sighed. He had no cultivation at all and was no different from an ordinary person, so he could no longer walk on air.
"Forget it, let's leave here first."
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