There are mountains and seas in the distance.

But at the same time, there are deserts, Gobi, cracked red land, and a pure white ice field.

All kinds of terrain that should not appear together are crowded together. But upon closer inspection, all the terrain are clearly bounded, as if two irrelevant worlds were cut off and then spliced ​​together.

And where he stood was next to a bamboo forest.

Looking back, there was a thatched cottage deep in the bamboo forest, and there was also a misty blue smoke on the roof.

Is there anyone here?

In this fantasy and bizarre world, is there still people living?

In amazement, Chen Fan simply didn't bother to care about the distant appearances that were not harmonious at all, and walked carefully to the depths of the bamboo forest.

As we got closer, we heard voices coming from inside.

He was a man with a hoarse voice, humming a tune he had never heard before, and sometimes humming and laughing in a low voice. He should be cooking when he heard the noise.

Chen Fan did not feel any fluctuations of spiritual power or spiritual energy, as if the person inside was just an ordinary person.

Maybe living in such a strange world, how could it be a mortal?

With a twelve-point spirit, Chen Fan came to the fenced courtyard outside the hut, planting green vegetables beside his feet, and it was just sprouting, and he didn't know what kind of variety it was.

Squeak...

At that time, the wooden door of the thatched cottage was pushed open from the inside, and his eyes were facing each other. Chen Fan's hand behind him suddenly pinched his fingers, and the three-foot golden edge was ready to fly out at any time.

But the man opposite gave Chen Fan a very strange feeling.

Sure enough, there is no fluctuation of spiritual power or spiritual energy, and his expression is not nervous or vigilant.

A head of gray, scattered and scattered long hair, a fluffy beard covered most of the face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes, and the eyes of Chen Fan were full of novelty.

Looking at his outfit, I don’t know which dynasty’s purple robe ornate clothes were from. However, there was a lot of mud on the surface, and the collar and sleeves were even more shiny, as if they were covered with slurry.

The hem of the purple robe was also lifted up by him and wrapped around his waist, revealing long boots and trousers that were also covered with mud.

If it weren't for the golden silk pattern vaguely visible on the robe and the few clean places where extraordinary texture could be seen, I would have thought it was a costume I picked up from some garbage dump.

Seeing that he seemed to be unhelming, Chen Fan did not relax his guard and just nodded slightly and said, "Senior, where is this place?"

Without knowing the other party's background, Chen Fan dared not neglect.

The old man was stunned for a moment and said in a daze: "Where? I don't know where it is."

Chen Fan asked again: "Why would you like to ask the senior's name Gao."

"I don't remember." The old man shook his head repeatedly, then smiled with a little honest smile: "Why don't you give me a name? I don't know how many years have passed, and you are the first person I have ever met. Hey, strange, why do I know you are a human?"

Amnesia?

Chen Fan looked at him for a while, feeling that he didn't seem to be lying.

"Sister Chen Fan, I think senior is gray-haired and gray-bearded, so why not just call senior senior gray." Chen Fan said that, then he pulled his hand out from behind and bowed with his fists.

After hearing this, the old man jumped up excitedly, as if he liked the name very much.

Before Chen Fan could laugh dryly, Senior Gray suddenly became serious and said mysteriously: "Have you eaten? I cooked it, it's so delicious."

"This...is not yet." Although Chen Fan had been away from eating for a long time, it was hard to refuse this kind of good intention.

Besides, he was very curious. In this absurd and weird world, where did this old man come from to cook and how did he survive?

When I walked into the house, I saw the iron pot on the stove covered with a top cover woven with bamboo slices, and the fragrance of rice came from it.

Besides, the furnishings in this room are also extremely messy.

The wooden bed and wooden cabinet and a bench all look a bit old.

Senior Gray is obviously not a clean person, and you can even see a lot of mud stains on the bed.

But when facing Chen Fan, the "guest", he was extremely enthusiastic. He wiped the only bench with his sleeve several times before he asked Chen Fan to sit down.

After Chen Fan sat down, he saw him going to work in front of the stove again, and couldn't help but ask, "Senior Hui, are you living alone?"

However, Senior Hui was like not hearing him speak. He just continued to work hard, muttering and muttering, but couldn't hear what he was muttering clearly.

While making fun of himself, Chen Fan noticed that there was no tableware in the cabinet.

Although the ground is messy, there are not necessarily things that can be eaten.

In addition to his words and deeds, the old man's other places are like this inexplicable world, full of illogical weirdness everywhere.

In his thoughts, Senior Hui had already uncovered the top cover of the iron pot, and the fragrance of the meal was overflowing, which made Chen Fan, who had no desire to speak, even verbally.

"Okay, OK, just right!"

At this time, Senior Gray next to the stove stroked his palm and two pairs of bowls and chopsticks appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Chen Fan was a little shocked. It was not this magical skill of taking things out of thin air, but that he had never felt the fluctuations of spiritual power from beginning to end.

Sure enough, this old man is not simple!

"Come on, eat it while it's hot, it won't be delicious when it's cold." Senior Gray served two big bowls and served them in front of Chen Fan.

Then he swallowed his own wolf and choked, and the rice soon came to his bottom for a night.

After eating, he muttered: "It's a pity that the vegetables have not grown well yet."

After saying that, I went to serve the meal myself.

Chen Fan slowly chewed the soft rice in his mouth, but found nothing strange.

This is just ordinary rice, and it is of extremely bad quality, but the taste is pretty good.

Who is he and why does he live alone in this weird world?

Chen Fan became more and more curious about the old man, but the old man often looked confused and could not get key information at all.

Just like that, the old man didn't wash dishes, and disappeared with a wave of his hand, and replaced it with a set of tea sets.

The teapot was still steaming, as if it had just been soaked.

"Come on, have tea." Senior Hui greeted warmly.

Chen Fan sipped a few times, but naturally he could not compare to the various precious teas sent by customers during his days as a master.

In addition, it is not a magical plant, and it has no special effects.

After a while of rest, Chen Fan was about to open up the conversation, but found that the old man had already leaned against the bed and was dozing.

After calling out a few times without responding, Chen Fan had to wait patiently.

Since the old man here can live in this strange world for many years, it proves that he is considered safe here.

As long as this old man doesn't attack him, Chen Fan doesn't need to worry about safety for the time being.

Now we should think about how to return to the Yuxu small world. If this is also a fragmented small world, we should be able to return to the human world through the world gate.

But first of all, he didn't know how big the world was, how many dangers were hidden in it, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

Among humans, he may be invincible, but the higher his cultivation level, the smaller he feels.

In this completely unfamiliar environment, Chen Fan dared not go in a mess.

After thinking about it, only when the old man wakes up can he get some useful information from him.

But Chen Fan didn't expect that the old man would sleep for several hours. Even if Chen Fan came to him, he was not at all prepared.

Just as Chen Fan was thinking about waking him up directly, a thunder suddenly exploded, and Senior Gray on the bed jumped up.

"not good!"

After yelling nervously, he rushed out of the room.

Chen Fan was not sure, so he simply followed.

I saw the old man walking vigorously in the bamboo forest, as sensitive as a monkey, and surprisingly fast.

When Chen Fan caught up, he was already standing outside the bamboo forest, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Chen Fan followed his gaze and his pupils shrank.

The snow-capped mountain was getting bigger and bigger, but in a few seconds it seemed to have arrived in front of him. Chen Fan even felt that the temperature around him was dropping sharply.

Space disorder?

In amazement, the old man beside him moved.

At some point, he raised something similar to the Bagua Pan in his hand, and wrote the Three Pure Skills with the other hand, and then threw the array plate out.

I saw that the wind grew when the wind broke out, and soon it covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire snow-capped mountain.

Then an invisible pressure poured down, and the majestic snow-capped mountains cracked and shattered in front of Chen Fan's eyes. A giant turtle that was 1,000 meters long broke through the rocks and swung towards the formation plate in the sky.

"This..." Chen Fan opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment.

Since the first small world appeared, Chen Fan has also seen many behemoths.

Like the ferocious beast in Kunlun, like the horned ruler, the Pluto, etc., it all makes people feel intimidated.

But this monster buried under the snow-capped mountain, just a pincer, made all the monsters Chen Fan had seen in front of it, as small as an ant.
To be continued...