Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

"Where is this?"

Yan Fang woke up, feeling uncomfortable all over, his muscles and bones were numb, and his senses were dulled, as if his body had been shattered and reassembled again, and every cell in his body seemed to no longer belong to him.

"Where's the spiritual painting?"

Yan Fang found himself lying on a stone bed in a primitive cabin. His clothes had changed into a brown animal skin coat.

Thinking of the scroll he brought with him when he traveled through time, he immediately began to fumble around on the bed.

That painting is now Yan Fang's foundation.

Without the scroll, how could he survive in this strange environment?

His aptitude is not high and he is currently unable to breathe in spiritual energy. If he does not have the scroll, he may not be able to practice in the future.

"Huh? Are you awake?"

At this time, a young man in black animal skin clothes opened the door and walked in with a bowl of porridge.

The young man was about seven feet and five inches tall, strong and muscular, with an ordinary appearance, but with bright eyes and a clear voice.

His speech is somewhat similar to the ancient language of the Western Han Dynasty, with a dialect flavor, and is difficult to understand.

Fortunately, Yan Fang was a second-time time traveler. After being baptized by heaven and earth and entering the way of painting, his mind was sharper than before, so it was not difficult for him to understand.

"The scroll is there."

Seeing that Yan Fang looked quite nervous, the young man pointed to the location of the scroll, which was in the shadow on the left side of the wooden bed.

"call!"

Yan Fang quickly stood up, took out the scroll and unfolded it, examining it carefully, especially the two key points of the flowers and birds and the creek in the painting. He found that there was no damage and no signs of being opened, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Fangyan used the spirit in his body as a guide to interact with the spiritual energy in the scroll, and used the peaceful and tranquil properties of "The Lotus and Chu Spiritual Picture" to feed back into himself to clear his mind and calm his spirit, and restore his physical senses and spiritual perception.

In an instant, the world's vitality, which was so abundant that it was almost tangible, made him feel breathless.

The air seemed to be filled with fire, burning and irritating me. Every breeze was like a sharp blade or a silver needle piercing my body, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Could this be the turbid evil energy?"

Thinking about some records in ancient folk books, Yan Fang guessed that if his body had not seemed much stronger after waking up this time, he would have been torn to pieces by encountering such wind and such air.

However, fortune and misfortune follow each other. Under this stimulating state, Yan Fang's spiritual power circulated nearly three times faster than before, and he could feel that the magic power in his body was more in line with himself.

The feeling of stagnation caused by using painting and the heaven and earth to generate magic power was also eliminated a lot. If he had a complete practice method, he might be able to quickly go from Qi training to foundation building.

“I didn’t expect that I would have to enjoy the smog even after traveling through time.”

Yan Fang smiled bitterly. Isn't this air mixed with turbid evil spirits very similar to smog? Speaking of which, the visibility around is indeed reduced a lot because of these turbid evil spirits.

"I came to a primitive tribe? In a different part of the world or a different time and space, or to another world?"

Yan Fang looked around. It was a very simple wooden house with a few animal skins and bone weapons hanging on the side. In his opinion, everything looked very rough.

This room seemed to have been a storage place before, but it was well organized.

"You drew this? It's really good!"

The young man glanced at the painting from the side and admired it. What attracted him most was the flying bird bathed in the petals and the wind.

He doesn't seem to have many adjectives, but his quality can be seen in his words, which is not something that can be raised in an ordinary primitive family.

Looking at the tidy little house, it is obvious that the boy should come from a well-off family.

"This is indeed a painting by me. You know the painter quite well?"

Yan Fang's heart moved, but he did not wonder why the other party knew that he was a painter. Because since the other party rescued him, as long as the other party knew the profession of painter, he would be able to discover some painter's characteristics on his body if he was more careful, such as the calluses on the outside of the joints of his ring finger and little finger.

But ever since Emperor Zhuanxu severed the connection between the earth and heaven, isolating humans from all communication with gods, and since Dayu established the Nine Provinces barrier, cultivators have rarely revealed their identities in the human world.

Most people don’t know much about spiritual treasures, magical objects, and some magical creations.

Even fewer people had heard of white paper and painters during the Western Han Dynasty. If there had not been a few hidden sages in his hometown and the village head Liu Qing spreading rumors for him, no one would have known that he was trying to cultivate immortality.

"Well... a few years ago, a demon painter came to the tribe, so I know a little bit."

The young man was stunned at first when he heard this, and then he responded as if to cover up.

There was indeed a demon painter from their tribe who came, but that bull demon had a very arrogant attitude and he was not qualified to contact him.

It was another person who figured out Yan Fang's identity, but that person asked him to keep it a secret, so he didn't dare to tell anyone.

"A demon painter? Are there often demons here?"

Yan Fang's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not pay attention to the slight concealment in the boy's words, but was curious about the monster.

Similar to practitioners, monsters rarely appear openly in Shenzhou.

Yan Fang was born into a tenant farmer's family when he was a child and seldom went out. Later, he was blessed with good deeds and no blind demons bothered him.

He had seen immortals and magical beasts, but he had never seen a monster.

"Fortunately, that monster is still a good monster. The bad monsters dare not approach the tribe."

"By the way, this porridge is for you."

The young man casually handed the bowl of porridge to Yan Fang.

"Thank you."

Yan Fang did not refuse and put the scroll beside him. He took the clay bowl but did not drink the porridge immediately.

"You saved me? Excuse me, where is this place?"

Yan Fang naturally didn't suspect that there was anything wrong with the rice porridge, he just wanted to find out the situation here as soon as possible.

No matter where you are, collecting information is the most important thing. Only after understanding can you make the next plan.

"This is Youxiongsfsg, my name is Xuan, what about you, where are you from?"

Faced with Yan Fang's question, the boy did not hesitate this time, but Yan Fang did not understand the words after Youxiong.

"Youxiong? Xuan?"

Upon hearing these two words, Yan Fang's eyes widened immediately, and he subconsciously regarded Youxiong as a tribe.

Isn't Youxiong tribe the name of the tribe where Emperor Huangdi Xuanyuan lived in ancient times?

And the name Xuan is a bit like... Huangdi Xuanyuan. The protagonists of some primitive tribal texts like to be named Xuan.

According to ancient legends, the "first ancestor of human civilization" Huangdi Xuanyuan was born in Ji River. His tribe was the Youxiong tribe. The name Xuanyuan did not seem to be his real name, but he was called Xuanyuan after he invented the Xuanyuan chariot.

Some of these legends were circulated during the Shang, Zhou and Spring and Autumn Periods, and some were fabricated by modern people. But regardless of whether they are true or false, he did meet a person similar to the one in the legend.

He understood traveling back to ancient times, but it shouldn't be such a coincidence that he met the ancestor of mankind as soon as he arrived, and the most famous one at that?

Although the young man in front of him was unusual, he was completely different from the image of wisdom, calmness and majesty in his mind.

"Xuan means knot, which means a rope with a knot, used to record things."

Xuan looked at Yanfang's expression and thought that Yanfang didn't know what Xuan meant, so he explained to Yanfang that this explanation was what his mother told him.

"Well, my name is Yan Fang, and I come from... a very far place."

Yan Fang forced himself to calm down and didn't rashly reveal his whereabouts.

"You don't exist as a tribe? Which god or demon god protects you?"

The young boy Xuan was a little surprised to see that Yan Fang did not mention it was a tribe, but then he thought of what Grandpa Mu said when he picked up Yan Fang, and he felt relieved.

"Demon God, Heavenly God? I guess so."

According to the memories of his previous life and what he saw and heard in this life, Yan Fang knew that in ancient times gods and humans lived together, and it was not until after Zhuanxu that "the earth and the sky were connected."

During the Western Han Dynasty when Yan Fang lived, there was a heavenly court and a God of Heaven, and people were controlled by gods.

"Well, your god can still teach you how to practice, which is good, but his body is a little fragile."

Xuan looked at Yan Fang's scroll for a while, feeling a little envious. Only other demon tribes or humans under the protection of gods could practice, but most demon gods had bad intentions.

Yan Fang's body was indeed very weak. He didn't dare to use any strength when carrying Yan Fang home, for fear that he would break if he was not careful.

"Well, in our place, everyone's body is like this, but not everyone can practice. It's just a coincidence that I can practice."

Yan Fang followed Xuan's words, assuring that he had not revealed the fact of his time travel and had not lied to anyone.

"It seems that there are some difficulties."

"Who is this person in the painting? Is he someone very important to you? Does this flying bird with peach blossoms refer to you? The flying bird with peach blossoms and the running boy correspond to each other, which is very clever."

Xuan actually stared at the scroll for quite a while. He had a good eye and quickly saw the key points of the painting.

His words made Yan Fang's mouth twitch. Why is this person's focus so strange?

"Yes, I drew it. The peach blossoms and flying birds don't refer to me. As for him, is he a friend? ... No, he is a close friend."

Yan Fang first stood firm in his stance to prevent Xuan from having any wrong ideas, but the boy's words still made him hesitate.

He had many relatives and friends in his previous life, but most of the people he met in this life were hypocritical and heartless, so that he was unfamiliar with the word "friend", seldom used it, and had lost the ability to define it.

Now that the young man asked, Yan Fang began to remember these words again and define the relationship between him and Shuxi.

Although Shuxi is young and has little experience, he is a sincere person and I can follow his thinking. He is not averse to his characteristics that are different from other people. Occasionally, they will discuss ink work or astrology together. Although they have different opinions, they get along well with each other.

Shuxi has helped him a lot over the years. If this is not considered a close friend, then what is it? But he often hides his true intentions and loses sincerity. Thinking of this, Yan Fang's thoughts became clearer.

"Best friends? That's great."

The boy listened to Yan Fang, who was briefly lost in reminiscence, and his expression, sometimes happy and joyful, sometimes frowning, and was quite envious.

He was able to participate in hunting and trading, and there were a few people he regularly interacted with, but there was still a gap between them.

Firstly, he was excluded by the clan because of his background, and they had never done anything big together. Some time ago, he was isolated because he received an award from the witch.

Secondly, it is also a matter of liking each other. If you don’t have good liking for each other, there won’t be any communication even if you spend a long time together.

If you have a good rapport with someone, you can immediately want to make friends even if it is the first time you meet them. Just like Yan Fang who is lying on the bed now, he is the person he wants to make friends with.