Chapter 2: The Real World and the World of Fiction

Feng Xiaoxiao sat down on the ground after putting down his master, lowering his head with red-rimmed eyes

This is my home, I am Wen Qingqing. She smiled charmingly and asked in return: "Who are you? Where are you?"

Wen Qingqing finally couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, saying: "Haha! I didn't expect that the one I saved by the seaside is a fool. From now on, I will call you Fool, Windy Fool."

Wang Sanpao forced a smile, his eyes gazing towards the direction of the Three-tiered Spring. Suddenly, he murmured softly, "Xiao Ru, in the depths of the clouds, I know not where, it is right here in this mountain. I have finally arrived..." After saying this, he closed his eyes and passed away

As the wind rustled, he looked up and was instantly mesmerized, thinking to himself how could there be such a charming woman. He touched his earlobe to steady his mind and said, "If the young lady says so, then it must be true."

Xiao'er

Lushan, atop the Dahan Yang Peak. The wind rustles as he sits cross-legged on the stone platform, gazing into the distance at the Yangtze River flowing eastward in a mighty rush, while overlooking the continuous mountain ranges beneath him. The white mist on the mountain gently envelops him, swirling and circling slightly.

It is precisely his grandfather and father

The wind howls, yet it is like a monk of two zhang, unable to grasp the situation. What could be the reason for this woman dressed in ancient attire?

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback, his face pale, and he exclaimed in shock.

The woman found it quite amusing, took a few steps forward, pressed her charming face close to Feng Xiaoxiao's, just a palm's distance away, playfully swaying back and forth

After a while, a middle-aged man walked in, cupped his hands in greeting, and said: "I am Yuan Chengzhi. Just now, my wife Wen Qingqing was here. How are you feeling, young brother?"

The man named Yuan Chengzhi is handsome, with a glimmer of brilliance in his eyes, subtle yet not concealed. According to my grandfather, this person has reached the realm of internal strength where it overflows, and he should be the one from "The Sword of the Blood". However, his temples are slightly grayed, giving him a somewhat aged appearance, indicating that he has likely retired from public life, presumably during the Qing Dynasty

Ah? By the seaside? Feng Xiaoxiao widened her not-so-large eyes, her mouth agape, appearing dazed and foolish.

The wind howled, yet suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fainted.

If he claimed to be a person from over a hundred years in the future, he feared that Yuan Chengzhi would think of him as a madman. After all, he was all alone here, so he simply fabricated his own background. After carefully considering it again, he felt there were no flaws in his story, and thus he got up to express his gratitude to Wen Qingqing for saving his life

Feng Xiaoxiao said in a daze: "I am Feng Xiaoxiao, and I am at your home"

Xiao Xiao

The wind howled, and his eyes were red; it felt as if something was blocking his throat, rendering him unable to speak, only able to nod desperately. He had long known that his master harbored many hidden injuries within, and that such a day would inevitably come, but he had not anticipated it arriving so swiftly

Feng Xiaoxiao had been diligently practicing martial arts on Mount Lushan since childhood. Until he reached adulthood, he had rarely encountered other women apart from his mother and grandmother, let alone such an enchanting woman. Now, in the prime of his youth, he felt a surge of blood and energy, as if it were about to burst forth. He hurriedly focused his mind, closed his eyes, and silently recited the calming mantra, adopting an expression as if a woman were a tiger.

It is a laborious task to take someone up the mountain without making them feel jostled. By the time we reached the forest, my strength had been completely exhausted, while the small cocoon in my dantian was trembling and expanding incessantly, as if it were about to burst.

The woman placed her hands on her hips and exclaimed, "Am I very ugly? Why are you avoiding me?"

Wen Qingqing had a hard time suppressing her laughter, and she hurriedly ran out with small steps. As soon as she stepped out of the door, she burst into laughter again

Feng Xiaoxiao's face alternated between blue and white, and her eyes were wide open in a daze. What on earth is going on?

When he woke up again, it was already a day later. He sat on the bed for a long time, his thoughts swirling.

Where is this? Who are you? Feng Xiaoxiao felt a slight pain in her head and raised her hand to rub it vigorously

Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly helped his master up, only to find that he seemed to have no bones, his whole body was soft and limp. Just as he felt at a loss, Wang Sanpao opened his eyes with great effort and said: "Mr. Feng... go... go fetch your grandmother... and your parents!"

At this moment, two men rushed over, both with their heads held high and expressions of shock on their faces, continuously shouting loudly.

Wang Sanpao opened his mouth, yet no sound emerged. He struggled to raise his hand to point at the table beside him, which held a letter and a piece of paper

The woman turned her head, chuckled softly, covered her mouth with her long sleeves, and said: "What the teacher's wife said is indeed true; you are truly quite foolish."

The letter is addressed to Wang Sanpao's daughter, but the note is left for Feng Xiaoxiao, written in a very hasty hand: "Xiao'er, when you see this letter, if I have already died, then bury me in the woods by the San Die Spring. If I am not dead, but cannot speak, then take me there." The last stroke of the word "go" is drawn out extremely long, and it even tore through the paper.

"Indeed! I wonder how the young brother is doing?" Yuan Chengzhi was somewhat surprised, not understanding why he was so astonished

The wind howled as he shouted loudly, only to feel dizzy and disoriented. In a daze, his dantian suddenly swelled violently, then contracted sharply. Countless streams of spiritual energy surged into his body, making him feel increasingly heavy, yet he floated higher and higher, feeling so uncomfortable that he wanted to spit blood

The wind howled in alarm, an unprecedented event. He hurriedly got up and ran down the mountain. His grandfather was currently in the master's small hut; being well-informed, he would surely be able to explain why such a situation had arisen

As soon as he entered the master's small villa, a chill ran through him, causing his heart to race. Ever since he practiced the "Calm Heart Technique," his intuition had become remarkably sharp, allowing him to sense impending fortune or misfortune. However, the feeling he had now was one of great calamity

As soon as I stepped out of the house, I heard a charming female voice say: "You must be Feng Daidai, as mentioned by the master’s wife"

Yuan Chengzhi thought that there was a problem with his health, so he hurriedly stepped forward a few paces to take his pulse

Wen Qingqing found his appearance quite amusing, laughing incessantly with a "gegege" sound, her laughter crisp and pleasant, truly delightful

The woman, with her pair of enchanting big eyes, rolled them twice, smilingly clasped her hands behind her back, and slowly approached with measured steps

The wind howled as she struggled to open her eyes, only to suddenly feel her body lighten, as if she had been pushed out. A final thought flashed through her mind: "Grandma? Mom?" And then she completely fainted.

The wind howled, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of dizziness. Is this... a novel or reality? After calming down for a moment, he finally suppressed his thoughts and began to ponder carefully.

"Are you awake?" A woman entered, took his right hand, and checked his pulse

Feng Xiaoxiao absentmindedly touched her earlobe, somewhat unclear about the current situation

No... I am... no... I am not..." The wind howled as he waved his hands repeatedly, yet he could not finish a single coherent sentence.

As the wind rustled, just as I was about to speak, I suddenly caught a whiff of a fragrant breeze. I hurriedly opened my eyes and was immediately startled, quickly jumping back.

Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly threw away the letter, picked up his master in a horizontal embrace, and rushed up the mountain

Indeed, Wang Sanpao was lying motionless on the floor beside the table. Next to him were an overturned chair and a fallen pen.

The wind rustled as the spiritual energy slowly entered the body, spiraling down into the dantian. This sensation was extremely refreshing, with every pore expanding and rejoicing in unison. Suddenly, taking a deep breath, the energy sank into the dantian, pushing the slowly rotating internal force, assimilating the spiritual energy that had entered the dantian into one entity, no longer distinguishable from each other. Suddenly, all the spiritual energy that had entered the body was rebounded by the dantian, causing a slight pain in the lower abdomen. The internal force rapidly contracted within the dantian, forming a small mass resembling a silkworm cocoon. Suddenly, all the spiritual energy that had entered the body was rebounded by the dantian, causing a slight pain in the lower abdomen. The internal force rapidly contracted within the dantian, forming a small mass resembling a silkworm cocoon.

Grandmother! Mother!" Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly stood up and shouted