Zhu Erdan was puzzled, wondering why the strange man in front of him reacted so fiercely, and asked in surprise: "This young man knows me?"

An Yi seemed to have not heard it at this moment. He passed Zhu Erdan's words over and over again in his mind, and finally he was sure that this was very likely to be a Chinese Studio.

Zhu Erdan, Lingyang, whose courtesy name is Xiaoming, was bold and unrestrained. Although he was knowledgeable, he was still unknown. He stole the golden body of Lu Jue and made friends with the judge, got his help, gained literary heart, and had a face. After his death, he went to the underworld to serve on duty.

This is clearly the story of "Prime Lu" above the Stories from a Chinese Studio, but it is not certain whether it is a coincidence or not. It will take until this Prime Lu really finds Zhu Erdan to know.

Thinking of this, An Yi came back to his senses and saw Zhu Erdan looking at him with confusion. He couldn't help but feel nervous and responded to it: "But he is making a fool of himself. He was so surprised because Brother Zhu and I were the same name as me. I hope Brother Zhu will not go to his heart."

"Not worry," Zhu Erdan waved his hand and said, "I haven't asked the young master's name yet, where is the fairyland? This outfit is rarely tight here." As he said that, he glanced at the peaceful hair vaguely.

"I'm Anyi, the name is... Yizhi." Anyi casually whispered a font and continued: "Brother Zhu doesn't know that my clan has been away from the world for a long time. Although it is a child, it is very thin after all, so it's simplified on this clothing."

Even though he said that, this hairstyle was difficult to explain. An Yi couldn't help but change his mind and changed the topic: "I'm coming to the outside world for the first time next time. I don't know the world. Can you follow Brother Zhu and disturb me for a few days? Please teach me some external knowledge." As he said that, he bowed.

An Yi planned to rely on him. After all, Zhu Erdan looked easy to talk, and he was also generous in the book, and he was the first person he met when he came here, so he was naturally a little psychologically close.

Zhu Erdan thought for a moment, and saw An Yi's face was pretty, not like a villain, and he was very polite, not like the monster he suspected at the beginning. He felt generous and proud in his heart: "It's so good, Brother Yi, wait for me to send Judge Lu back to his original place, and when he comes back, he will go with Brother Yi and go back to the humble house together."

"How dare Brother Xiao Ming be tired alone? It would be easier than you and I carry this master together." An Yi climbed along the pole. If he had to wait here, he was really afraid that Zhu Erdan would run away. It could not be said that he was the villain's heart to judge a gentleman's abdomen.

Zhu Erdan didn't care either, and just said Anyi was embarrassed to eat and live for free, and wanted to help as much as possible, so it was difficult to refuse, so the two of them set off immediately.

As we walked and chatted, we soon came to the Ten Kings Hall that Zhu Erdan mentioned, where a group of ghosts and gods were enshrined in it, all carved from wood, each of which was lifelike.

Without staying, the two of them put Judge Lu in their original position and immediately returned to the mountain. An Yi on the road was unavoidable and indirectly asked about the historical background of the world, etc.

From Zhu Erdan, he learned that the history of this world before the Tang and Song dynasties did not change much from the earth, at least in An Yi's opinion. After all, he is not a historian, and he only knows a rough idea of ​​history and knows a few celebrities.

However, after the Song Dynasty, there was no Yuan Dynasty, but another dynasty, which was the Taki in Zhu Erdan's mouth.

I didn't ask how comfortable the government of the Tak Dynasty was. After all, it had nothing to do with him, so I turned to ask about the affairs of gods and ghosts.

But he forgot that Zhu Erdan was just a Confucian scholar. Although he had a close relationship with Lu Jue Lu in the future, he was still a mortal. He was really not very familiar with the affairs of gods and monsters, but he could tell a few legends.

When I arrived at Zhu Erdan's house, it was already noon. Zhu's wife had already prepared the meal and waited for Zhu Erdan to return home.

Due to the arrival of comfort, the couple of the Zhu family naturally could not play with each other. After all, according to ancient etiquette, women did not eat at the same table with adults, and they should avoid seeing outsiders when they came.

Although Anyi felt a little embarrassed, he knew that he was following the local customs, so he didn't say anything.

After lunch, Anyi still had a sex chat. Until the evening, he did not have the good habit of lying on the same bed with a man and having a long talk. After all, he was not a rude, so after dinner, he returned to the room arranged for him to rest.

Wooden houses and wooden furniture, everything is antique and full of charm, but comfortable but has no desire to appreciate.

After reading what Zhu Erdan said in his mind, An Yi thought: "This world is mostly "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", but how did you come from? How should you go back?"

After taking out the "Sky Book" again for a long time, An Yi thought of: "I don't know that this world is a world of all the stories of Stories from a Chinese Studio, and it is only "Lu Punishment". However, since the "Sky Book" shows "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", I'm afraid the first one is the most likely."

Thinking of this, An Yi couldn't help feeling nervous: "If it is really "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", then I will be careful in the future. This world is very strange. Not only are there monks on earth, but there are gods in the sky. Those who have something to do and do often go down to the world. The strangest thing is that the gods in heaven run to the ground. There are so many demons and monsters on earth. I really don't know what the gods are doing for."

There are countless short stories in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", including demons, ghosts, immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons, and there is no specific system. Just say that the wizard who creates animals can be beaten to death by mortals, the Taoist priests in Laoshan know magic tricks that only immortals have, and various strange people who are not Buddhas and unjust are like Yan Chixia. How can they be so chaotic?

"The most important thing now is to improve your cultivation and strive to have a little bit of self-protection."

As soon as he thought of this, An Yi immediately adjusted his breathing and meditated, and practiced the techniques recorded in the "Big Dao Tongming Lu".

Cross-legged hands and sealed in the abdomen, calm your mind and calm your breathing, and adjust the rhythm of your breathing.

"It is quiet in nothingness, and it is natural and stable. Ignorance and spirituality are the true concentration of man."

In a moment, the body's perception was dissipated, and consciousness was stored in the dantian. A little light in the dantian was aroused with external breathing. This time, this was the first step toward the cultivation path of refining essence into qi.

Xu Huo passed by all night. An Yi woke up in the morning and felt warm in the Dantian, thinking clear and clear, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes: "I didn't expect that he would develop a little internal energy in just one night."

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded, and Zhu Erdan said outside: "Brother Yizhi, have you woken up?"

An Yi agreed and quickly got out of bed and opened the door for Zhu Erdan: "Get up, get up, Brother Xiaoming, please come in quickly."

When I opened the door, I saw Zhu Erdan standing by the door with a stack of clothes, but I heard him say, "Brother Yizhi's clothes are too weird. This time, it's better to wear mine first in the outside world, so as not to see you as a monkey."

"I'll thank you for this." An Yi did not refuse, and reached out to finish his clothes. He went back to his room to change his clothes. Zhu Erdan was still waiting outside the door.

After breakfast, An Yi couldn't help but feel at ease in the city. This is a real ancient time, much more interesting than any TV series.

Zhu Erdan is a heroic person, so he will not stop him. He is even afraid that he will get lost, so he will accompany him and introduce the local customs to him.

Although Lingyang is not a big city, it is also very prosperous. There are many pedestrians on the road, with attics on both sides of the streets and shops. Some sell groceries, some sell clothes, some sell tea, and some sell pollen, both of which are all.

The laughter, the fighting, and the hawking sounds were heard continuously, but I didn't feel a little irritable. Among them, the loud hawking sounds seemed unusually abrupt.

"Sell pears, sell pears! Crispy and sweet big duck pears!"

An Yi looked out and saw a thick countryman on the side of the road. A large cart was parked beside him, filled with hundreds of yellow pears. The countryman was hawking, and it was obvious that he didn't often come out to sell things.

At this time, some people were already surrounded by people asking for the price. The countrymen were slightly restrained in dealing with it, but the price mentioned was indeed not low. Many sisters and women who were good at bargaining all returned in a desperate situation, but these people refused to give up, which made the countrymen blush. Finally, they could only say: "My wife said that she can't lose a penny."

The countryman said this to the people next to him suddenly burst into laughter, and An Yi couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing this, Zhu Erdan said, "Brother Yizhi will come and buy a few pears for a while. I will eat them together." Seeing An Yi keep staring at the pear stall, he said he was greedy.

An Yi was embarrassed, and grabbed Zhu Erdan and didn't want him to spend money: "Brother Xiao Ming, don't spend money. This is a part of the pear, separation, may I dare not leave?"

Zhu Erdan saw Anyi's thoughts and thought to himself that he was also a wonderful person, but he could have a close relationship with him. He couldn't help laughing: "This is not the case, but my brother's fault. I should be punished, and I should be punished. This pear is just a pear. It's better for my brother to invite you to drink."

An Yi smiled, but she didn't expect that she would have an older brother so soon.

If you refuse, Anyi will not refuse. After all, drinking is the fastest way to increase your feelings.

But just as the two were about to turn around and leave, they suddenly heard the signature voice of the country man, as if scolding someone: "Go away, go away, don't delay me selling pears."

When I looked up, I found that it was a Taoist who had been wandering around the big cart and was just staring at the yellow pears. The Taoist was wearing tattered clothes and didn't look like a person who could afford pears.

The countryman was a little restrained in the face of these people in the city, but when facing such a desolate Taoist priest, he became proud. However, he was bombarded by the countryman and stood back, but he still refused to leave and still looked at Lizi with a gaze.

When the countrymen saw this Taoist priest delaying his business, they couldn't help but get angry and couldn't help but scold him.

The Taoist priest did not change his expression, but instead argued: "If you have hundreds of pears in a car, I will only eat one, so it will not cause any major harm to you. Why should you get angry?"

The people watching around were there who advised the countrymen to take a bad pear to the old Taoist priest and let him go, but the countrymen refused.
Chapter completed!