The history of the struggle of the God of the Stove

Chapter 1 Traveling Through the Old Man
"so tired!"

Qi Yuan hugged the tree trunk out of breath, and after a long time of effort, he carefully slid down from the tree to the ground. It wasn't that he didn't want to jump off directly, it was because he had old arms and legs, and he was afraid that he would be in trouble if he fell.

After hammering his old waist, Qi Yuan, who was relieved, looked at the mess left after the flood receded around him, and couldn't help sighing.

He was originally just a small chef working in a hotel. After learning the art for several years, he was only a few months after he started cooking. However, after a car accident, he inexplicably possessed the old man who had just died in the flood. While rejoicing that he was able to live again, he also cursed secretly.

Just cross over, but even if you can’t be reborn in a prominent family like the other big shots to be an emperor or prince, at least you should be younger, even if it’s the one who drowned not far ahead. A man in his 30s is also fine!
Facing a small piece of stagnant water in front of him, he took a vague look at his current appearance. A thin old man with a stalk-like figure seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. Years of hard work have left this body There are too many traces left on it, not to mention the wrinkles on the face, even the beard and hair are already white. The age of this body in memory is already 58 years old, which suddenly made him from a young Qi to an old Qi.

As the saying goes, life at seventy is rare since ancient times, but I am living in ancient times now. With the living standards of this era, I may live for a few more years.

This made him want to cry without tears, looking up at the sky, wanting to scold the thief but dare not.

Because, according to the remaining memories in my mind, this place was in the Yin and Shang Dynasties, and there were still gods and monsters.

Qi Yuan guessed that this might be the Conferred God World in all likelihood. If so, there must be a more powerful existence, the Daoist Hongjun who is in harmony with the sky.

If he cursed out, he might be struck to death by a thunderbolt.

Even if he is just an ordinary bad old man now, the ancestor Hongjun would not care about him at all, but since he was reborn in such a magnificent era, he inevitably has a dream of becoming a fairy and a god in his heart.

If you are lucky enough to become a god in the future, you may be put on a small shoe by Daozu because of this, so it's better to be careful.

In the last years of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, King Zhou was brutal, wars broke out everywhere, and the world was in chaos, but this is still a world where gods and monsters are flying all over the sky, and human life is as cheap as grass in the troubled times.

I remember that in the later period of the Battle of the Conferred Gods, because too many people died, in order to catch the strong men, even the elderly and children were not spared, and they were dragged to the battlefield to serve as soldiers.

Looking at his old arms and legs, he didn't want to be arrested and sent to the battlefield at his age.

In the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, even the masters who became immortals and attained the Tao were killed and injured countless times, and ordinary soldiers can only be regarded as cannon fodder at best.

Before Qi Yuan could express his emotions, he heard a rumbling sound coming from his stomach, and his heart became more and more painful.

The original owner of this body was an ordinary old man outside Sanshan Pass. His family had a few acres of Susukida. Although he lived in poverty, he could barely survive. But now a flood has washed away the entire village. I don’t know if there are still people left. People survived by chance.

I stayed in the tree for two full days before, and only waited until the flood receded. When I just woke up, I was filled with water and could barely get enough water. Stomach was rumbling, and Qi Yuan, who was hungry and dizzy, managed to gather his energy and looked around. He saw a pear tree not far away in a courtyard that was washed away by the flood, with more than a dozen pears growing sparsely.

Although it's not yet the mature season, but now I don't care so much.

Qi Yuan stepped forward, found a branch and dropped a few green pears, wiped them on the old whitish coarse cloth clothes, and began to eat.

The taste of green pears was not very good, but he still wolfed down four or five of them before he stopped and didn't dare to eat any more, for fear of breaking his stomach.

Looking at the desolate scenery all around after being ravaged by the flood, Qi Yuan shook his head helplessly, but since he has fallen into such a situation, let's think about how to survive.

It is not easy for the human race to survive on the prehistoric land. They not only have to face the suffering of natural disasters and man-made disasters, but also have to endure the invasion of monsters and ghosts who do not know when and where. Monsters, even ordinary beasts may become his reminder at any time.

Rummaging among the muddy ruins, I finally found a little gain. I found a crock pot, a kitchen knife, a tattered animal skin, and nothing else.

He knocked off the few green pears left on the pear tree, packed them in earthen jars, and walked upstream along the river with his back on his back.

In my memory, the city of Sanshanguan is located more than ten miles away. No matter what, I will go to a place where there are people, and then I will talk about how to survive in the future.

I remember that the commander-in-chief of Sanshanguan should be called Deng Jiugong. This person later surrendered to Xiqi. If it doesn’t work, I can still join this person’s command and go to the barracks to be a fire leader. It shouldn’t be difficult to make a living with my own skills. .

It's just that the upcoming battlefield is too dangerous for ordinary soldiers, and they may lose their lives at any time, so it's better not to enter the barracks.

Qi Yuan's understanding of Fengshen is only from watching some film and television works, and he knows the general plot. He can remember Deng Jiugong mainly because he had a very beautiful daughter named Deng Chanyu, who later married Tu Xingsun, who was ugly and Frustrated little dwarf.

Although I feel a little resentful that a woman like Deng Chanyu finally married that ugly fellow Tu Xingsun, but with his current decrepit appearance, I am afraid that he has no other qualifications to look down on others except his height Soil grandson!
Thinking wildly all the way, after walking for half a day, I saw a city in the distance, and then I was refreshed, my tired legs also gained strength, and I rushed to the city gate at a faster speed.

There were two rows of soldiers standing at the gate of the city to maintain order. Qi Yuan followed a few woodcutters carrying firewood into the city, but did not encounter any difficulties.

There are people coming and going in the city, and it is a bustling and lively scene.

Although Sanshan Pass was mainly used to garrison soldiers and horses to deter the princes of the south, as a city that could support a hundred thousand troops, it would naturally generate a lot of industries, so the population here is large and it is relatively prosperous.

After Qi Yuan entered the city, he looked left and right, and hadn't figured out what to do for a while, when he suddenly heard a burst of applause coming from the front.

Looking up, he saw a lot of people gathered in a circle at the intersection ahead, Qi Yuan squeezed in and saw that it was a few jugglers performing arts, everyone looked surprised, so they applauded again and again.

Qi Yuan originally thought that this was no different from street magic, but after a closer look, he found that it was different.

Seeing one of the old men, obviously without the help of any props, he was able to conjure water and fire out of thin air, changing with the movement of the other party, which immediately brightened Qi Yuan's eyes.

He suddenly realized that this is a world of myths, and there are gods and monsters. Could it be that this old man is a strange man with magic power? I was traveling through the world of mortals.

Qi Yuan stood in the field and watched for a while, and found that the performers were a family. The old man brought two sons, daughter-in-law, granddaughter and grandson. People in this era have few entertainment items, so the crowd applauded constantly. When the performance was over, the old man and his two children begged everyone for rewards.

Although there were many onlookers, there were very few people who actually offered rewards.

Looking at the pitiful little girl in front of him, the penniless Qi Yuan felt a little embarrassed, and finally took out two green pears from the jar and put them in the little girl's pocket.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way."

At this time, a group of officers and soldiers came from a distance, dispersed the pedestrians blocking the way, and posted notices in front of the city gate.

I heard the leader shouted: "There are evil dragons in the river outside the city. Taking advantage of the heavy rain, they caused floods and flooded many villages. They threatened the people along the banks to sacrifice virgins. The scholar beheaded this evil dragon, but everyone who made meritorious deeds would be rewarded."

The audience was in an uproar. They didn't expect that the flood was caused by a flood dragon, and there was a lot of discussion.

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