Siheyuan: Living in the People's Community, with a Heart for the Red Star

"Time travel", as soon as this idea came up, Lao Yang felt a shock all over his body. Thinking about all the abnormalities that had happened before, it was only the welfare of a time traveler that was possible.

Lao Yang is originally a otaku and IT guy, how could he have such skills? Even mutation is impossible!

Old Yang's mind was in a tizzy, not knowing what to think. He quickly suppressed his thoughts and began to feel around.

At this moment, I realized that I was only wearing a pair of pants, without any other clothes. Does this count as naked? !

This basically concluded that Lao Yang did not bring any modern items. Lao Yang opened a cabinet, which was filled with women's clothes. Lao Yang's heart immediately sank, it seemed that this was a girl's room.

He pulled out a coat and tied it around his waist, walked to the window sill, lifted the curtain and looked out. He found a small courtyard outside, the gate was closed and no one was there. This also made Lao Yang feel a little relieved, at least he would not face a direct conflict with the owner of the house.

Lao Yang walked around the room and didn't find anything that could be used to measure time. So he sat down on the bed and began to test whether he had a golden finger.

"System, are you there? ...

Tongzi, are you there? ...

System dad! Xiao Ai? Xiao Du Xiao Du? ..."

After a series of tests, Lao Yang found that no system could answer. Lao Yang's heart sank immediately. If there was no cheat code in this journey, it would be a waste of time!

But Lao Yang looked at his hands again and murmured, "It shouldn't be considered nothing, does it count as innate supernatural power?"

Lao Yang did not give up. He fell back and lay on the bed. He calmed down and began to feel his whole body to see if there was any upper dantian, lower dantian, immortal cave, etc. It was not impossible for the flow to travel through time.

Lao Yang closed his eyes and carefully sensed the abnormalities in his body, starting from the toes and moving upwards, but he did not find anything abnormal. When he reached his chest, he suddenly felt a warm mass of air lingering in his chest.

Old Yang was immediately delighted and tried to use his consciousness to contact the air mass, but found that there was no response at all. Old Yang was helpless, so he continued to sense upwards into his mind.

Just when Lao Yang was about to give up in disappointment, he suddenly discovered a ball of faint light floating motionlessly in the distance in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Old Yang Li was immediately shocked and flew towards the ball of light.

His consciousness quickly approached the light ball, hovering outside it. Through the light ball, he could see a mess of items inside. Huge warships, airplanes, tractors, cars, motorcycles... and piles of steel, gold, silver, etc. Old Yang's heart immediately started beating wildly. These were all good things. Wouldn't this mean he would get rich?

Several warships and planes were slightly deformed, apparently caused by an unknown collision, but everything else was intact.

Old Yang revolved around the ball of light and found a large number of books and antique paintings on the other side. He couldn't see clearly what was inside for a moment.

Old Yang was extremely excited. He tried to reach out and touch the ball of light in front of him. He felt both happy and nervous.

As Lao Yang's consciousness came into contact with the light ball, he instantly felt a huge amount of information coming in. A large amount of information poured into Lao Yang's mind, and his power went out of control at that moment. He only heard a loud cracking sound, and the wooden bed under him broke into pieces.

Lao Yang fell directly to the ground, and actually smashed out a human-shaped groove!

As the memories flooded in, Lao Yang's whole body twitched and he lay on the ground shaking, but he was unable to control his body with his consciousness.

Time passed slowly, and soon the sun set in the west and the moon was in the sky.

Lao Yang survived the memory infusion experience and began to sort out the memories in his mind. As the memories were sorted out bit by bit, Lao Yang realized that he had been in this world for nearly ten years. He also had a country and power that he had built with his own hands, and had in-depth exchanges with China and helped each other. Although there were occasional setbacks, he persisted in not forgetting his original intention and forging ahead!

As for some strange memories in his mind, Lao Yang just regarded them as the remnants of memories from reincarnation. After all, many memories are simply unexplainable, but they do exist in his mind!

Old Yang slowly moved his hands and feet, sat up from the ground, looked at the marks left by the smash and sighed, how heavy must this be!

Old Yang was speechless as he looked at the smashed ground and the broken wooden bed. He put the smashed wooden bed and the broken bricks on the ground into the space, and then he came to the outside of Kyoto in a flash.

Old Yang looked at the crescent moon above his head and howled loudly, his figure constantly flashing around. After satisfying his craving, he found some clay and put it into the space. Then, he flashed back into the room. He filled the shallow pit with clay, and then restored the broken bricks and wooden bed in the space to their original state, and laid bricks on the ground.

There were some slight differences between the old and new, but at least it was passable without careful observation. After putting the bed out, Lao Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

The broken benches and wooden tables were put into the space and repaired. After they were put out, they looked no different from before.

An idea flashed through Lao Yang's mind, and he stood on the roof and looked around. Only then did he realize that this was his house in Courtyard No. 95.

Old Yang was surprised. Could it be that if he died or had an accident, he would be teleported back here? Could this be his resurrection point?

Thinking of his wife and children at home, Old Yang was eager to go home. He looked up to the south, and a strong energy wave emanated from his body. Then he disappeared in a flash, and reappeared outside Kyoto.

After flashing several times in succession, it flew away from Kyoto into the sky, covered the Feilong, disappeared from the spot in an instant, and flew towards the south.

Not long after, Lao Yang appeared in the Nanyang region, came to the sky above Changchun Island, and appeared in Changle Palace in a flash!

The layout of the entire Changle Palace immediately emerged in Lao Yang’s memory, and his hands were shaking with excitement. One does not know how to cherish something until one loses it!

Old Yang walked quickly into the Hall of Eternal Life, and the guards and servants he met immediately saluted him excitedly.

Old Yang just smiled and nodded, then hurried into the hall. He soon arrived at the lounge, where he saw the children sleeping peacefully under the care of the nanny. He went up to look at the dozen or so children lying in a row of small beds, and excitedly kissed them on the face one by one.

Then he went to the single room next door and opened the door to check on the older children, Yang Changsheng, Yang Changchun, and Yang Changgong. They were all sleeping on the bed in their own rooms. Old Yang went up to them and kissed them before leaving the room, walking from room to room.

After checking everything, he left the Changsheng Palace under the reverent gaze of the nannies and guards, and walked towards the Changchun Palace at the back to meet those beautiful wives.

Lao Yang's memory was forcibly initialized. Although he received the previous memories, it was completely different from the life he had experienced for more than ten years! After all, memories are just memories, without traces of life, so Lao Yang's heart is now both excited and uneasy, and he feels a little like having an affair.

Old Yang was standing at the door of Changchun Palace and actually felt a little hesitant. The figure of Zhang Xiaomei became extremely clear in his mind. She was standing with her hands on her hips, looking at Old Yang with a dazed look in her eyes.

Why is there such a guilty feeling? This is my home in this world, and all the people here are my wife. How can I feel guilty? How can I feel guilty?