pain!

it hurts!

The head hurts so much!

Yang Zheng, in a coma, felt his head swelling and painful, as if he was bitten by countless small fish. This familiar pain seemed familiar, exactly the same as before he last traveled through time. After opening his eyes last time, he traveled to the Warring States Continent.

Will you continue traveling through time when you open your eyes this time?

Yang Zheng was vaguely conscious and assumed that he was dead. He was swallowed by huge waves and sank into the deep sea far away from the land. If anyone had no idea what to do, he would not have been able to fantasize, and he could survive by chance. Death seemed to be an inevitable result.

This time I’m reborn, don’t go into such a tricky novice village again!

With expectations for the new world, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah! You're awake..."

The world became clear before Yang Zheng's eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was a pitch-black roof, followed by a young woman in rough cloth. Although her skin was dark yellow and without makeup, it was still difficult to hide the gentle temperament between her eyebrows and eyes.

She sat in front of the shabby little bed, staring at Yang Zheng with concern. When she saw him wake up, her bright eyes showed surprise. This smile made the world in Yang Zheng's eyes brighter.

He rubbed his eyes, struggled to sit up, and in an instant, countless similar scenes flashed through his mind. Yes, he fell ill in the bed and saw the beauty with his eyes open. This is the beginning of the novel's trance. It seems that he has traveled again.

The next scene broke his fantasy.

A burly young man strode over and pressed him on the bed with a simple smile, "Brother, my mother said that when she is sick, she has to lie down obediently and can't walk around!"

After being held down by such a powerful big hand, Yang Zheng couldn't even move, so he could only let him go to the mercy and began to complain in his heart, "This trick is wrong, how could he mess with a stupid big man with a Shandong accent?"

His face twitched and his grinned in pain.

Seeing this, the woman hurriedly reached out and patted the tall young man, and said angrily: "Xiaofu, you have hurt me!"

The young man then stopped and scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Yang Zheng's face was pale and his lips were chapped, and he said with some difficulty: "Who am I, where am I, and what's wrong with me?"

Although he knew that this question was stupid, he was very curious about his situation. Since he was sick and weak, he was too lazy to pretend to be calm and silenced.

The woman replied in a warm voice: "Please rest assured, although I don't know what you have encountered, it's safe here and no one will hurt you."

As she said that, she turned to look at the tall young man and explained: "He is my son, his name is..."

Hearing the word "Son", Yang Zheng's head exploded instantly, and he didn't hear the woman clearly. Damn, such a tall and mighty guy, it doesn't seem too much to be her husband, it's her son?

The style of the mother and son is not right no matter how you look at it!

The young man smiled, his thick eyebrows and big eyes were childish, and he said generously: "You are like the villagers, just call me stupid and lucky!"

It is indeed quite stupid to not mind calling yourself a fool. However, a fool has a fool's blessing. As long as he really has a great blessing, it doesn't matter if he is stupid.

The woman glared at her son, with helpless expression on her face, and continued to explain, "This morning, my son ran to the beach and saw the young master lying on the beach and unconscious, so she carried you back. You're fine!"

Beach, beach...

Yang Zheng took a deep breath and checked his physical condition. Only then did he realize that he was not reborn after death, but was lucky enough to survive.

Not only did he die of drowning, he could also drift from the distant deep sea to the shore. I have to say that this miracle was too exaggerated and unbelievable.

He was stunned for a long time, recovered and said sincerely: "So that's the case. My name is Yang Zheng, I was killed in a capsized boat at sea and was rushed here. Thank you for your great life-saving kindness, I will do my best to repay you in the future!"

He was not pretending to be polite, but was sincerely grateful to the mother and son. Being grateful for the gratitude is the foundation of human beings. If he had not been rescued by stupid blessings, he would have been exposed to the sun or washed away by the waves, and there were more unknown variables.

Hearing this, the woman smiled gently and didn't take it to heart.

"It's just a simple task, what's there to thank? We do things based on our conscience without any reward. The young master is still very weak, so he stays at home for a few days and will not be too late to leave after he recovers."

Yang Zheng did not say politely anymore and had already remembered this kindness in his heart.

"By the way, I don't know, what is this place?"

Sha Fu answered first: "This is Xujia Village. Walking ten miles north is Jimo City!"

Jimo? Yang Zheng was stunned at first, and then he thought of a Jimo district in Qingdao in his previous life. It was called Jimo in ancient times. Could it be that his current location corresponds to ancient Shandong, that is, in the Eastern Qi Kingdom?

"Well, is this Qi State?"

"That's right."

Yang Zheng suddenly realized. No wonder Shafu's accent was very familiar. It turned out that he had really arrived in Qilu, and the other party was a pure Shandong man.

"I drifted to Qi from the sea. It seems that the previous speculations were correct. That island should be located in the Pacific Ocean, and the waters I crossed were the Yellow Sea. So it would not be surprising that I could drift to Qi..."

Through this answer, he verified his inference. This Warring States continent is indeed very similar to the ancient Warring States, at least in terms of regional territory, which can provide many conveniences for his future life.

At this time, the woman thought of something and tentatively said, "I don't think I'm a native of Qi, right?"

Yang Zheng said frankly: "My home is in Handan, Zhao State."

The woman's eyebrows trembled, and her panic was overwhelming. She stood up and closed the door, returned to the bed and asked, "Young Master, tell me truthfully, is it a spy sent by Zhao State?"

Yang Zheng saw her reaction, noticed the clues, and shook his head and said, "Madam is too worried. I am just an ordinary person. I go overseas to collect herbs with my father. I thought I could make a big profit, but I encountered a storm and I was the only one who survived."

The woman kept staring at him, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't seem to be lying.

"That's good. You don't know that in recent years, Qi and Zhao have been fighting, and the relationship between the two countries is very bad. In order to prevent spies from spies from spying on information, we have investigated here very strictly. You must be careful!"

When Yang Zheng heard this, his expression suddenly became solemn.

The Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period fought and attacked all year round, which was normal, but he was not surprised. But the problem is that if the relationship between Qi and Zhao was tense and war broke out frequently, wouldn’t that mean it would be difficult for him to return to Handan?

Once the two countries fight, the border will inevitably be blocked and heavy troops will be sent to garrison. Jimo is located in the hinterland of Qi, and even this place is strictly investigated, which shows the importance of Qi and the defense strength of the border can be imagined.

It is too difficult to cross thousands of mountains and rivers alone and many obstacles.

But my father Zu Chong's last order must return to Handan as soon as possible.

What should I do?

When Yang Zheng thought of this layer, he suddenly felt cold on his back and asked nervously: "Shifu, did you see a burden when you rescued me?"

The bag contained the bag was the one that Zu Chong told him.

Of course, Yang Zheng would not be obedient. He had already taken it apart and looked at it. It contained multiple design sketches, with dense lines on it. It should be the drawings of the magical artifact developed for Wei Wuji.

The layman was watching the fun, but he couldn't understand the drawings and didn't know what the magical artifact was. He originally thought that as long as he handed these drawings to Zhao Cheng in Handan, even if he completed the task, he never thought that he would capsize and fall into the sea.
Chapter completed!