Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

Yan Fang had a dream. In the dream there was a great flood, disasters, migrations, and all kinds of monsters and demons.

The dream seemed very short, only a few dozen minutes, but also seemed very long. In the dream he seemed to be conscious and unconscious. He transformed into various people and experienced various stories.

Whether fighting against various dangers or fleeing from disasters, the peaceful and tranquil times are rare but very worth cherishing. There is also a pattern of a yellow bear in my memory.

“Is this the history of the bear tribe?”

When Yan Fang opened his eyes, he quickly recovered from the identity dislocation and found the reason for the dream from some clues.

"Is it the red light that the witch threw into the painting? What does he want to do?"

Yan Fang recalled that because he had lost too much energy last night, he had been feeling very sleepy since he was moved to a small hut in the forest by the witch.

As Yan Fang did not sense the crisis with the intuition of a cultivator, he let Que Ling be on guard and then fell into a deep sleep. It was then that Fang woke up.

Get up, open the window, and let the morning sun in.

"It's careless."

Yan Fang picked up the scroll beside him. He was in a very depressed mood and he unconsciously increased the strength in his hands, causing the scroll to wrinkle a little.

If the other party had a plan and set up an obstacle in the dream, what would I be like now?

In addition, this painting is somewhat different from yesterday, and its grade is even better than yesterday.

"That red light should not only regulate the vitality, it may have other functions, which is why it makes the scroll even more powerful."

Without having to guess, Yan Fang knew that the value of the red light was definitely extraordinary. Moreover, the other party gave it to him casually and did not rob him when he was unconscious. This was really strange.

"Yanjun, are you awake?"

At this time, Fubao had just returned from collecting honey in the forest. Seeing that the window of his room was open, he came here specifically to find him.

"Don't worry, the spiritual map you drew can lead to changes in heaven and earth, and the future is immeasurable."

"Since Wuzhu is willing to give you a ray of mortal world, I guess he is just trying to befriend you in advance."

When Fu Bao saw Yan Fang frowning slightly, he knew what Yan Fang was worried about, so he casually comforted him.

"Red dust?"

When Yan Fang heard the name, he knew it was used to describe the red glow.

"This Hongchen is one of the three treasures of Youxiong. It is said to be related to the ancient Hongyun ancestor."

Seeing that he was puzzled, Fu Bao was not surprised, so he slowly told him the origin of the secret treasure.

"In ancient times, there was an old ancestor named Hongyun, whose origin and inheritance were both extraordinary. However, he was framed and died. After his death, he turned into three thousand red dusts that surrounded the world, becoming a calamity that could not be eliminated. When ordinary powerful people entered, they would be blinded by the red dust and lose their magical powers, just like people falling into a quagmire."

"The Fire Cloud Cave, the holy land of our human ancestors, was inherited from him, and the Red Dust Silk in your scroll was created by the sages of the human race using the Fire Cloud Object. It can record people's thoughts and experiences. This is also one of the tribe's inheritance and means of fighting the enemy."

When the air in the red dust is turbid, the mundane trivialities can corrupt the mind of an immortal and turn him into a mortal.

If there are people around, they often use the Red Dust Silk to separate and disperse the Red Dust Qi, and divide it separately. If the tolerance is estimated, it can be used for inheritance, to hone the mind, or as the core of some special medicines or formations.

This is why humans can accumulate enough combat power despite a short lifespan.

"So that's why I had such a dream last night."

"If you think about it carefully, it seems that I can recall my experience against the enemy, but it is very vague. Why is that?"

Yan Fang suddenly understood the reason for those strange dreams, but he was still puzzled by the unreal feeling of the dreams.

"The mortal world is like a dream. If the witch asked you to remember this inherited memory completely, it would ruin your future. You would not be able to cultivate a will that suits you."

Fu Bao explained that if one only relies on the inheritance of predecessors, then one will always be worse than his predecessors all his life. Among the most outstanding and promising tribal warriors of Fu Bao's generation, Fu Bao was the only one who had used the Red Dust Qi and broke through the limits of his predecessors.

"Well, now that I have received the inheritance, should I return the wisp of earthly thread that belonged to the witch?"

The earthly aura is extremely precious, and the witch even directly gave a strand of earthly aura, which seemed extremely precious.

"Since he gave it to you, you don't have to give it back."

"Don't worry. Although I don't know the reason, Master Wuzhu seems to be very eager for you to make further progress in painting, so he gave you a strand of red dust silk to help you advance in spiritual painting."

Finally, Fubao said something meaningful and left to deal with the honey.

"That is to say, no matter whether the witch has good intentions or bad intentions, he will not do anything to me before I make further progress in the way of painting, so as not to affect my talent?"

Yan Fang always felt that Fu Bao seemed to know something but didn't tell him.

"Is there really such a coincidence in this world?"

Yan Fang unfolded and observed his painting from yesterday. The painting had changed a lot compared to yesterday, but the familiar face of the witch Ji Ke appeared in his mind.

His clothing and age are different from those of Liu Lu from the Western Han Dynasty, but his face is 90% similar, except for his temperament. Liu Lu is quite sharp-tongued but has a soft heart, while the clan leader is extremely gentle in his words and deeds.

"Chirp!"

Fei Niao came out of the scroll, grabbing the red air mass, and told Yan Fang what he found in the scroll.

"You mean the space inside is very large, and there is a special atmosphere, as if there are many people inside?"

Yan Fang took the ball of air from Fei Niao's hand, sensed it carefully, and knew that this was the air of the mortal world.

He could faintly hear the sounds of people working, see the smoke from cooking, and on the battlefield, he saw a group of men with red lines on their faces, their boiling blood and indomitable spirit as they fought against all kinds of monsters and enemies. It was similar to what he had dreamed of last night, but this was the first time he had felt the reality.

The red atmosphere permeates into the painting, blending with the two energies of mountains and water, complementing each other, and thus raising the level of the spiritual painting to a higher level.

"Are we just friends, or is there some secret in the art of painting that I don't know about?"

Yan Fang narrowed his eyes slightly. Although Fu Bao didn't say anything, he knew that it would take a lot of effort to collect this thing. The other party gave it to him so easily. No matter how you think about it, it can't be easy.