Chapter 1: Soul Flying Luofei

  The sound of the bell echoes in the mountains, simple and elegant; The sun rises slowly, casting a thousand rays of light, reflecting the beauty of Mount Luofu. Thin fog floats in the forest, clear springs, flowing water, birdsong, nature reveals a hint of vitality, under the misty mountains, it is serene and unparalleled, like a landscape painting, revealing the scenery of the sacred land.

  On the rugged mountain path, a group of young people in gray clothes were climbing up the winding road. They were all very young, with a hint of childishness on their pale faces. Their gentle footsteps were slightly hesitant as they walked slowly. It was early morning, when the dew in the mountains was heaviest, and the misty air in the dense forest, combined with the lingering chill of the previous night, stimulated their minds and bodies.

  In a group of people, only heavy breathing sounds can be heard, no one whispers to each other, and the atmosphere is somewhat oppressive in silence.

  The mountain road wound and turned, a young man in gray clothes turned around a bend, on the half-mountain waist, with his back to the sun, there was an old thatched hut, an old bronze bell was swaying, the morning wind blew by, crisp and resonant, as if telling something...

  The thatched hut is a must-pass place for going up the mountain. The people in gray clothes pass by this thatched hut, stop for a moment, pick up a black wooden sign in front of the thatched hut, and hang it on their waist in an orderly manner before continuing to climb the mountain.

  A single mountain road, which starts to fork here, with row upon row of steps leading to different places. The people in gray also split up here, ascending step by step along the winding mountain road, climbing up alone.

  The mountain, once again restored to calmness and serenity. The door of the thatched cottage creaked open with a "creak", and a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe walked out from inside. He glanced at the place where the wooden plaques were placed, two wooden plaques still swaying in the wind, seemingly helpless. His eyes narrowed, and a glimmer of sharpness flashed by.

  The middle-aged man stopped in front of the house for a moment, as if he had heard something. He turned his head and on the other side of the mountain pass, a tall gray shadow was running up quickly, with a speed that was faster than the young man in front, but with much heavier footsteps.

  A tall, gray figure approached and became clear. It was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His tall stature and broad shoulders made him look very powerful, but his face still showed a hint of childishness. He couldn't be more than 15 years old.

  Through the thin fog of early morning, a middle-aged man's heart stirred, and on his back, there was another slightly smaller figure. The green-clothed middle-aged man saw them, and his eyes seemed to soften somewhat, saying in a gentle voice: "Zhi Xiao, why did you come up so late? What happened to Bafeng Han?"

  Tall and young Qi Zhi Xiao said in a loud and clear voice: "Lu Shu, Feng Han just fell when he went up the mountain!"

  Lu Shu's eyes swept over Ba Fenghan, his gaze indescribable, a mix of pity, sympathy, and disdain. Finally, he settled on Qi Zhi Xiao and said calmly, "Put him with me for now, you're already late, be careful not to finish today's task!"

  Zhi Xiao's face showed a silly expression, and he shook his head stubbornly: "No way, Uncle Lu, it's almost the end of the month. I'll put Feng Han on my back and wake up to see how much is left!"

  "Ah, you..." Lu Shu looked at Qi Zhi Xiao with a slightly silly expression, and his eyes showed a hint of tenderness before flashing away. He turned around, picked up the wooden sign, and placed it in Qi Zhi Xiao's arms, reminding him: "Zhi Xiao, you can carry the Bafeng Han sign up, but don't help him, that's the rule!"

  The two words "rules" and "rectangular", Lu Shu deliberately emphasized!

  "Lu Shu, I know, I'll just put Feng Han on my back and take care of him by my side!" Qi Zhi Xiao said with a warm smile.

  Lu Shu didn't speak anymore, watching Qi Zhi Xiao go up the mountain path. He let out a sigh and returned to his thatched cottage. A strong gust of wind blew by, causing the thatch on the roof to rustle and the old bronze bell to clang loudly.

  "Grandma's, I'm dying of pain!" Baofeng Han let out a mournful cry, flipped over and sat up. What entered his line of sight was a vast expanse of green, leaving him somewhat dazed. Where was this?

  He has a name similar to that of a master in the Huang Yi book, and he also liked "The Legend of the Twin Dragons of Tang Dynasty" because of this name. Unfortunately, the lonely and unparalleled hero, Bafeng Han, is quite different from him in terms of personality.

  He was a simple and honest man, living a plain and cautious life, just like many ordinary people in the city. He went to school, graduated, worked, and followed the routine, without any ups and downs.

  The hustle and bustle of the city had worn him down, high housing prices made it seem like he would never be able to afford a house in this lifetime. He had complained about it after getting drunk, but nothing changed. Life was as dull as water, just when he thought that's how his life would pass by, change happened.

  He occasionally visited the Ghost Market, where he came across an ancient painting. A sudden inexplicable feeling prompted him to buy it. Afterward, good fortune arrived, and the tattered painting, after being stained with his blood, unlocked its magical abilities. This painting was a mysterious treasure that could store objects.

  Baofeng Han is a straightforward person, but not stupid. Something that can store items represents wealth, a fortune that changes one's life. Not to mention smuggling abroad, even just doing logistics, the wealth gained would make Baofeng Han rise to the top. Long-distance car transportation, with transportation costs in the tens of thousands.

  Disaster is the foundation of good fortune, and good fortune is the foundation of disaster. With a sharp mind and a full heart, he relied on his treasure map to achieve his dream of wealth and prosperity, with a luxurious mansion and a beautiful wife. Just as he was about to realize his dreams, the legendary 40-mile-per-hour speed limit descended upon him. A Mercedes-Benz XLS traveling at over 150 miles per hour from west to east ran through a red light and crashed into him, who was intently discussing coal transportation with a Shanxi businessman.

  The massive impact sent Baofeng Han flying dozens of meters away. His body was tossed high into the air by the car's collision, and then fell back down, a bloody mess. But his spirit seemed to be drawn in by something, like a beautiful painting unfolding before him - a golden whirlpool rose up, and then everything went black.

  His thoughts slowly fell back, and at that speed, Baofeng Han didn't think he was fine. Moreover, when something happened, it was in the city. Even if he was sent to the hospital, he wouldn't be able to see a sea of green. Was this... a transmigration?

  All along, Baofeng Han liked to read books at the starting point, but never thought that such a thing as crossing over would fall on his head.

  Rubbing his eyes, he looked around carefully and found himself in a deep mountain forest. All he saw was plants everywhere, with thick roots and vines entwined together, without any sign of human presence.

  It's definitely a crash, 150 km/h speed, head-on collision, no way to survive. Besides, is there such a realistic and comfortable natural scenery in the earth's environment?

  A towering figure blocked the sun in the sky, and the sudden temperature difference made Bafeng Han feel something. He turned his head to look, but saw a huge head appearing in front of him, with a somewhat ferocious appearance, wearing a gray long gown, and not seeing any technological items on his body. He opened his mouth to smile, but it was uglier than crying, and suddenly scared Bafeng Han.

  "You, you, you... what kind of person are you? ... Don't come over!" Baofeng Han continuously backed away, feeling around in all directions, but couldn't touch anything.

  Qizhi Xiao looked at Bafeng Han with an inexplicable expression, and asked in a thick-headed tone: "Bafeng Han, are you okay? Don't you recognize me? I'm Qizhi Xiao."

  Zi Zhi Xiao's words were like a key that opened up memories, and in an instant, a surge of breath rushed towards Bao Feng Han's head, the massive amount of information causing his brain to freeze, all he could hear was a loud crash, followed by complete darkness.