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

Ye Qianqian walked up and down and passed the question of mind very smoothly. Later, she was accepted as a disciple by an elder of the Xuanzhen Sect, who decided which peak she would practice in the future. Her luggage would be arranged in her dormitory and sent to her room.

Seeing that Ye Qianqian had passed the road of asking questions, Yang Yuyao did not stay any longer and turned around to return to his residence. According to the agreement he signed with Yi Baoxuan, he has to complete the production of a talisman today. And I have to pack my things and prepare to leave Xuanzhen City. As for where to go next, since he has agreed to He Qianqing, he will wait for He Qianqing to decide what to do next before deciding on the itinerary.

"Xiao Yuan, are you really not going to stay for a few more days?" When Feng Yan came over to pick up the made talisman, Li Yingying also came over and tried to persuade Yang Yuyao to stay for a few more days.

"No, Xuanzhen City is the place where I have stayed the longest. It's time for me to set off." Yang Yuyao said firmly. “There’s something I feel like I need to find on the road.”

"Xiao Yuan, when do you plan to leave? Can I arrange a farewell banquet for you?" Li Yingying then asked.

"I will leave tonight. It may be inconvenient at that time, so there is no need to trouble you to make arrangements. After all, except for you, Aunt Li, Mammy and Feng Yan, I am not familiar with anyone else in Yi Baoxuan. I can be with you." A farewell is enough. I have troublesome people to take care of her these days." Yang Yuyao once again rejected Li Yingying's suggestion. Sometimes this beautiful woman's enthusiasm really made him unable to resist.

"In that case, I won't force it. Then I wish you a safe journey in advance, Xiaoyuan." Li Yingying said with a loving smile, and handed a wooden plaque of rosewood inlaid with a turquoise stone to Yang Yuyao, "This is Yi Baoxuan's VIP card, if Xiao Yuan returns to Xuanzhen City in the future, you can use this card to find me if necessary."

"Aunt Li, thank you very much." Yang Yuyao said, accepted the wooden sign, and sent the two of them away. In fact, he didn't have anything to pack, but He Qianqing had something to do and couldn't leave so soon, so he asked Yang Yuyao to wait until the evening before leaving together. Xuanzhen City will not close its gates even late at night, so they don't have to worry about not being able to get out of the city.

"How about taking a nap?" Yang Yuyao thought to himself. It was already afternoon and it was actually a little late to take a nap. However, Yang Yuyao didn't want to do anything else for the time being, so he decided to take a nap. Just as he was walking towards the bed, his eyes suddenly darkened and he fell down.

"This is..." Yang Yuyao looked at the familiar computer screen in front of him, the unfinished plan and the flashing cursor, and immediately reacted. "Is this the lost memory of my original world? It can't be wrong. This plan has just started in my previous memory, but now it has been partially input. The memory can catch up. Is it possible that I am now Can you accept the memory of the original world again?" Yang Yuyao was thinking, and suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation sweeping over him. Yang Yuyao grabbed his heart and felt the all-too-familiar pain. Although he couldn't breathe, his brain could still stay awake, making him very clear about what was happening to him. He skillfully grabbed the mobile phone in front of him and dialed the first emergency contact number on the phone, which was the mobile phone number of his assistant Su Haoting.

But then, Yang Yuyao quickly hung up the phone before the call was connected. He recalled that at this time his assistant went home to visit his parents. His home is far away from the dormitory of the institute, and if he drives here in a hurry, he may easily get into an accident. So Yang Yuyao gave up contacting his assistant and instead tried to dial the second emergency contact number, the hospital's emergency number. At this time, his vision kept going black, like an old TV that was about to be scrapped, and his ears were buzzing. The severe lack of oxygen caused by the heart attack caused him to gradually lose control of his limbs. He tried to pick up the phone several times and failed, and the last time he tried, he knocked the phone directly to the ground. But he no longer had the strength to pick it up. Before he completely lost consciousness, Yang Yuyao hoped that his assistant did not find out that he had called him, and hoped that he would not think about it if he found out. He was not... but he didn't even have time to leave his last words.

"Xiao Yao."

"Xiao Yao!"

Yang Yuyao, who had regained consciousness again, opened his eyes and looked at the top shelf of the antique canopy bed, feeling a little confused for a moment. After about a while, Yang Yuyao realized that He Qianqing had come over at some point and was standing by the bed, holding one of his hands and looking at him anxiously.

"Hmm, Master? Is it already dark?" The pain of a heart attack in the original world seemed to be transferred to this body, and the residual suffocation made it difficult for him to speak. But after all, he had experienced it too many times in the original world, and Yang Yuyao adapted very quickly.

"Let's go to the Xuanxing Sect first and let Gan Lin diagnose and treat you. Those bastards may have left you with hidden diseases after imprisoning you. My medical skills are not good, so let the head of the Xuanxing Sect take a look and he should be able to find the problem and treat it. ." He Qianqing said, with obvious panic on his handsome face.

"Well, I guess I was just trapped in a nightmare." Yang Yuyao took a deep breath and felt much better. After all, this is not a problem with the body, but the effect of memory. "Master, did I react or say anything?" Yang Yuyao asked. His method of memory recovery was indeed a bit more powerful and scary. Yang Yuyao needed to confirm whether he had any symptoms similar to suffocation or cardiac arrest during the process. Asking He Qianqing to review things can also help him calm down in order to clarify his thoughts when thinking back.

"...No, I saw you lying on the ground when I returned." He Qianqing replied, indeed calming down a bit. He frowned and reviewed the results of his examination. There was no new abnormality in Yang Yuyao's body, but it was just as difficult to wake up as he had to be forced into a coma in the past. "Xiao Yao, did you just have a nightmare?"

"Well, yes." "Dreaming about oneself dying is indeed a nightmare." Yang Yuyao responded, and at the same time thought in his heart, "If this is my last memory in the original world, then I should be in the original world After death, that part of the soul also came to this world, and successfully merged with the lost soul before, restoring the integrity of the soul. But I clearly remember that I had taken the medicine that day, and according to the time, it should be exactly During the period when the drug is taking effect, a heart attack should not occur.”

"Master, if you are not at ease, just check it again for me." Yang Yuyao looked at He Qianqing and continued, "Maybe Master has asked others to check me in the past, but maybe I didn't practice cultivation at that time, so I didn't Noticed the problem with my spiritual root. But now that I have started to practice, if a comprehensive examination removes symptoms that may not exist, it will expose my abnormalities. Maybe the head of the Xuanxing Sect will keep it a secret for me, but As long as we go to the Xuanxing Sect to visit her, this matter will inevitably be known to others. If some people continue to investigate, it may bring us more trouble."

"That's true." He Qianqing agreed with Yang Yuyao's words, "But if you are in this situation, I will take you to the Xuanxing Sect even if there is a risk of exposure."

"Well, okay." Yang Yuyao did not continue to argue with He Qianqing about this matter. "Ah, sorry, I originally planned to go to the Book Pavilion in Xuanzhen City, but now it's so late, it's probably too late." Yang Yuyao was a little regretful, but he didn't want to go to the Book Pavilion in Xuanzhen City again. Stay one more day.

"If you want to go, it's not too late to go now." He Qianqing said. He actually came over early after finishing his work, which made Yang Yuyao mistakenly think that it was already very late. "It's you, are you sure you don't feel any discomfort?"

"Well, I'm sure there's no problem." Yang Yuyao replied affirmatively, and couldn't help but urge He Qianqing to take him there quickly. I'm afraid that the bookstore will be closed later in the evening. At the same time, in his mind, Yang Yuyao used a cold voice to call out the system related to his time travel.

"System, come out." Yang Yuyao said in his consciousness with a commanding tone, and the system that was as quiet as if it didn't exist immediately appeared in his consciousness.

"Good evening, host. What are your orders?" the system asked obediently.

"You said before that you couldn't let me go back. Was it because I was dead in the original world?" Yang Yuyao asked bluntly.

"Yes, yes." The system replied. It still sounded mechanical, but it sounded extremely guilty.

"Then why don't you dare to tell me?" Yang Yuyao then asked, unceremoniously, "The death of someone who is not in my original world is related to you?"

"Su... Lord Host..." the system stammered, hesitating to speak. It seemed unable to resist Yang Yuyao's attempt to answer, but something else stopped it. Suddenly, Yang Yuyao's consciousness seemed to explode suddenly. The piercing alarm sounded in his mind. He couldn't cover his ears and ignore it. The system in front of Yang Yuyao kept popping up blood-red warnings! system error! warn! System failure text. However, the system became a mess and disappeared from Yang Yuyao's consciousness.

"It seems that the system does have records in this regard, but it's a pity that I haven't completely controlled it yet." Yang Yuyao's face was a little pale, and the piercing alarm sound had some impact on him. Fortunately, it was already dark now. It got dark. But He Qianqing did not look back and notice the situation on his side. "The interception code that finally appeared in the blocking system should have very high permissions. It seems that we need to find a way to block it and then remove it."

"Xiao Yao, we're here, right here." He Qianqing suddenly stopped, and Yang Yuyao also came to his senses at the same time and looked at the building in front of him. At first glance, this is a very ordinary two-story building, which looks more like a home than a shop. The door is not big. There are two red lanterns hanging at the door, as well as some faded old Spring Festival couplets. The door was open, but it looked dark inside from the outside, and there was no plaque on the door to tell passers-by that this was a running shop. Yang Yuyao's heart began to beat faster. Entering a store like this made him feel nervous, because it was like breaking into someone else's home without being invited. But he trusted He Qianqing, so he took a deep breath and walked in.

After entering, I saw that the store was lit with candles and there was a table facing the door. Sitting behind the table was an old man who looked very old and his beard and hair were white and yellow, drinking. A pot of tea and slowly flipping through a book. When he saw Yang Yuyao coming in, he simply said that the books were on the shelf. After selecting them, he took them over to pay and ignored Yang Yuyao.

This is basically equivalent to independent shopping. No one will follow you and recommend it. Yang Yuyao immediately had a better impression of this store. He walked to the rows of shelves and carefully selected. The books were not clearly classified, and there were no signs indicating the categories. But this is not surprising, there are not many types of books in this world. Scholars in this world study for fame and wealth, and monks learn writing in order to read various secret books. But those secret books on exercises that are not spread to others are naturally not found in bookstores here. The books here are more about introducing cultural customs and strange things. books, mixed with some books similar to the illustrated books on spiritual plants and beasts, and some popular stories.

Yang Yuyao didn't read those story books. He picked up other types of books and flipped through them. It was not easy to distinguish between true and false. Yang Yuyao simply asked for it. Even if it was not so real, it was good to just watch it on the road for entertainment.

"Remember to put back the books you don't need." The old man in the bookstore raised his eyelids and said when he saw the tall pile of books brought by Yang Yuyao.

"I want all of these, how much is the total?" Yang Yuyao said with rare arrogance. He was used to buying books. He didn't need to spend any money on clothes, but Yang Yuyao had always been very willing to spend money on books, so when he knew After those four space rings were all his, he was very surprised that there were no books. Thinking about it now, it was probably because he basically didn't leave the Qingfeng Sect at that time, so he didn't have the chance to buy the books he wanted. After all, this world is different from his original world. Online shopping is not allowed. If he doesn't go to the bookstore in person, he won't even know what kind of books are there.

"Are you sure you want all of these?" the old man asked confirmingly, counting the number of these books with his eyes.

"Yes, I want them all." Yang Yuyao replied affirmatively.

"There are two hundred and seventy-seven ordinary spirit stones in total." The old man took out his abacus and calculated it, then said, and then looked at him. Books of this price are enough to scare off many people, but not many monks actually like to read books. These are not secret books on martial arts and have little effect on improving their cultivation. If other monks want to buy it, they basically just buy one or two story books. The old man has never seen someone spend hundreds of spirit stones like this in all the years he has opened this bookstore.

However, Yang Yuyao paid without hesitation. After placing the correct number of spiritual stones on the desk, Yang Yuyao put all the books into the space ring and left the library.

"Which young master is this? He actually likes reading. It's really rare." The old man murmured as he looked at Yang Yuyao's leaving figure.

"Master, I've been waiting for a long time." Yang Yuyao walked out of the bookstore and walked towards He Qianqing who was waiting outside. As soon as the disciple competition ended, the night in Xuanzhen City became quiet again, except for the two of them on the empty street. , no other people were seen. Yang Yuyao once heard his colleagues from the north say that northern cities also close their stalls very early in winter. In that colleague's hometown, except for a few shops that are open 24 hours a day, they almost close at eight o'clock in the evening. Xuanzhen City is earlier. Under normal business conditions, most of the shops have been closed when it gets dark. In addition, there are no street lights, so now we can only see the road clearly with the help of moonlight. Fortunately, it has little impact on the monks. I don’t know if the city lord of Xuanzhen City took this into consideration and did not carry out construction in this area.

After packing up his things and saying goodbye to his mama, Yang Yuyao drove the carriage out of the city before rejoining He Qianqing. Although the gates of Xuanzhen City are not closed at night, the inspections at night are stricter than during the day. Not to mention that the ghost tribe just made trouble not long ago, so the inspections are naturally stricter. Yang Yuyao was not worried about the censorship. He left mainly to avoid more explanations and answers. He has already thought clearly. If he can't disguise himself well, he won't force himself. His original identity is not really shameful, as long as people who are not familiar with him and strangers can't recognize him. Pretending is something like this, no matter how good the performance is, it will fall off when the time comes.

He Qianqing was waiting for Yang Yuyao on a small road that branched off from the main road entering Xuanzhen City. After Yang Yuyao drove his carriage on this road, he discovered that there were woods on one side of the road and traces of artificial transformation on the other side. , seems to be a large field. But now it has been covered by white snow, leaving only some traces.

He Qianqing stood in the middle of the path with his hands behind his back, without any disguise. The moonlight shining on him seemed to be particularly bright. Yang Yuyao looked at the snow on the roadside and remembered the allusion of the firefly reflecting the snow.

"Is this your carriage and horse, Xiaoyao?" He Qianqing asked with a smile as he watched Yang Yuyao park the carriage beside him.

"Well, it's called Red Comet, and it's very smart. Red Comet, this is my master, his name is He Qianqing." Yang Yuyao patted the horse's neck and introduced it as if it were a human. It can be clearly seen that It turns out that this horse likes to be patted on the neck by Yang Yuyao. "He will be traveling with us in the future." Yang Yuyao added, and He Qianqing could even see that the horse's wariness towards him in its eyes had significantly weakened after Yang Yuyao's introduction.

"This is indeed a good horse." He Qianqing agreed. Even though Red Comet's body shape is not at all the standard of a good horse, it has an even more rare and valuable spirituality.

"Master, get in the car." Yang Yuyao said. He actually didn't know why He Qianqing was willing to travel by carriage, but he was too lazy to ask. He would be sleepy again if it was too late.

"Okay." He Qianqing smiled and sat down next to Yang Yuyao.