Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

Chen Huan was dazed when he entered the secret realm. The world in front of him was colorless, just like the black and white TV in the past.

Then he found himself kneeling, just kneeling in front of an old wooden bed, with a gray-haired old woman lying on it.

Covered with a patched linen quilt, the old woman's breathing was uneven. She had to take a deep breath before she could barely exhale. It was obvious that she was breathing in more than she was breathing out, and she was about to die.

Perhaps Chen Huan's arrival gave the old woman a last burst of energy. She coughed twice, and the arm close to the bed slid down, grabbed Chen Huan's palm, and twisted it.

Her hands were extremely rough, and there were cracks as chaotic as ravines. She seemed to hold her breath before saying:

"My child, the world is not good, it is good to be alive."

"Mother doesn’t ask you to be rich, have many children and much wealth, but to keep the one-third acre of vegetable garden at home and have enough food and clothing."

She raised her other hand tremblingly and pointed at the beam:

"When the vegetables are ready, we can take some to the city to sell, which can help supplement the family income and exchange for some coarse salt and linen.

Chen Huan looked in the direction of her hand and saw a bamboo basket hanging on the beam.

"How many people starved to death? If we can eat enough, we will have more strength to save our lives when disaster strikes."

When she said this, she put down her hand and suddenly let out the breath she had been holding.

"Mom is leaving, you will be alone on your way from now on."

"Fame, wealth, fortune, and luck are not as good as living a good life."

After saying this, the hand that was originally holding Chen Huan drooped weakly, and the breath suddenly stopped.

The black and white picture distorted and disappeared, and colors began to gradually surge around.

For a while, noisy sounds came one after another.

"Selling buns, selling buns, freshly baked buns"

"Sir, do you want this? The best pork elbow"

"How do I make this soy sauce?"...........

Chen Huan quickly looked around and found that he was actually in a normal street market.

He looked down at himself and found that he was squatting on a small stool with his back against the street wall.

In front of him, there was a piece of blackened linen on the ground, on which lay several neatly picked water spinach.

The bamboo basket was empty beside him.

"Am I selling vegetables?"

Chen Huan shook his head quickly, shaking off the confused feeling of traveling through several spaces.

Then he suddenly looked at his palm.

He was shocked. The storage ring was gone!

He felt it again, and his cultivation was gone.

Then he closed his eyes, and his whole consciousness jumped into the soul.

He could still see inside, but the soul cultivation was directly weakened to the soul of a mortal.

Then he moved his mind, and the soul split into pieces.

"It's still the soul of a divine puppet. It seems that the rules here can only reduce the cultivation of the soul, but cannot change the essence of the soul."

After thinking for a while, he quickly collected the water spinach on the ground and stuffed it all into the basket.

He then rolled up the sackcloth casually and threw it aside.

""Puff."

The rag fell to the ground, stirring up a gust of dust, and flew up along the corner of the wall.

The tiles on the eaves suddenly loosened and flew directly towards Chen Huan's head.

Although he was a mortal, Chen Huan was very alert and quickly turned his head to avoid it.

But he didn't notice that there was a pillar with a flag tied to it next to him.

"With a"dong" sound, Chen Huan saw stars.

He covered his temples for a long time before he reacted.

He picked up the basket and the stool, kicked the broken tiles beside him, and walked out to the street.

He wanted to find a few disciples who came in with him.

There was nothing in his head except that memory. What to do in this secret realm, how to do it, everything was blank.

Looking around all the way, there was nothing else strange, and he didn't meet any people with cultivation. It was just a mortal town.

But it was much more prosperous than the Leiwu City he met before.

Chen Huan walked all the way in, and a big city gate appeared in front of him. Just as he leaned towards this side, the armored guards on both sides walked towards him with a ferocious look on their faces, touched the hilt of the knife and scolded:

""Beggar, get out of here! If you dare to get close to the inner city again, I'll send you to jail!"

Chen Huan looked into the doorway. The buildings inside were more luxurious, and the streets were particularly neat and clean. The people entering and leaving the inner city gate were all carriages, and most of the people walking out were dressed in servants' clothes, and their clothes were also good fabrics.

Unable to see the whole picture, Chen Huan turned around and walked out.

He didn't stop until he reached a teahouse.

He touched his arms and eight copper coins appeared in his hand.

He stepped in and heard someone paying the bill.

"Okay, sir, a pot of tea costs 10 cents."

"Take care."

He turned around and walked out, walking around the teahouse. There were many windows in the teahouse, so he randomly found a window, opened the mat, and sat under the window.

He felt that this secret place was a bit strange. Even if it was a game, there should be some explanation of the rules of the game. There was nothing. All depends on exploration?

He leaned back against the wall of the teahouse, moved his ears, closed his eyes and listened.

The teahouse was the best place to get information. He had no money, so he squatted in the corner and eavesdropped.

"Mr. Zhou's wife is so charming. If I could sleep with her for one night, it would be worth losing a few years of my life."

"With the few dollars in your pocket, you still want these"

"Or the little flower in the brothel is really"

"I tell you, she can do this, just put her legs......"

Hearing this, Chen Huan frowned, picked up the stool and changed the window.

"Oh my, you really haven't seen the world."

"The bellybands of the courtesans in Yixianglou are all woven with dragon silk, which is as transparent as gauze, crystal clear and silky."

"Imagine how wonderful it would be to slowly uncover the secret under the dim candlelight."

"Beating, smooth........"

Chen Huan shook his head, wondering what kind of people they were.

He picked up the stool and moved to another window.

"Did you go again last night?"

"She left me a back door."

"Don't let her man catch you."

"Don't worry, she gave me a schedule"

"Show me the watch."............

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"Gentleman's Teahouse."

Okay.

He went around to the last window, and before the stool was opened, a pot of boiling water was poured directly into his face.

"Fuck."

Chen Huan's face changed, and he quickly took the stool to block his face.

""Hua La!"

White smoke rose from the arm holding the stool. Chen Huan immediately dropped the stool and shook it vigorously. A piercing pain came over him, and his arm turned red in the blink of an eye.

"Are you looking for that bitch again? Didn't you say you broke up with her?"

"Madam, where did you hear this rumor? It’s been a long time since this happened. Why are you still bringing it up?"

"Then tell me, you were out of town, why are you here?"

"I just came here to drink a cup of tea. This gentleman's teahouse is full of elegant people, not what you think."

"Drinking tea? Drinking two cups of tea per person? Hmm? The lip balm is still from Wanbaozhai!"

"Where is that bitch? I'm going to......."

With a clang, the teapot and water cup flew out of the window.

Chen Huan bent down, picked up the stool and quickly dodged.

What the hell is this?

Chen Huan didn't understand the rules and was confused for a while.

He just felt that he seemed to be extremely unlucky today.

He came to a laundry ditch in the city and washed his scalded arm with clean water.

At this time, blisters of different sizes had grown on his arm.

He frowned slightly, picked a piece of bamboo thorn from the vegetable basket beside him, and popped them one by one.

The blisters deflated and gurgling water flowed.

He looked at the wrinkled skin, picked a piece of water spinach leaf from the vegetable basket, covered it with it and pressed hard.

Suddenly Chen Huan was stunned, and a cool feeling came from his arm, as if countless ants were crawling.

He lifted the water spinach leaf and saw that a small piece of burn was intact.

He looked at the water spinach in his hand again and found that it was a little wilted.

Chen Huan quickly lifted the vegetable basket into his arms, picked up the water spinach and stuffed it into his mouth.

The hunger I had felt after strolling for half a day was instantly satisfied, and the burns on my arms scabbed and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye.