Ji Xiang began to chant a Han poem:

"At fifteen I went to war, at eighty I finally returned. I met a fellow villager on the road, who asked, 'Who is still alive in your family?'"

"Looking from afar, it is my home, where pines and cypresses stand amidst layered graves. Rabbits enter through dog holes, pheasants fly on the roof beams."

Indeed, upon hearing this poem, the female immortal's heart was shaken. Although her shijie (corpse liberation) was not the same as going to war, the immense sense of separation, like a dream, still moved her, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Leaving home in youth, only to return in old age, meeting a fellow villager who asks, who is still alive in your family?

Looking from afar, that is my home, already verdant with pines and cypresses, the graves all connected.

In front of the house, wild rabbits go in and out of the dog holes, and pheasants fly on the roof....

"Stop!"

The female immortal wiped away her tears. "When I was fourteen, I was to marry the Prince of Yan of the Great Han, but the elders of my clan were murdered. My brother was incompetent, and my younger brother was ignorant. So I held a knife and killed people in the street. I was imprisoned by the government, but my conscience is clear. Those who harm others will be killed, even if it means my death!"

"But later, when I was about to be beheaded, I was pardoned by the Han Emperor. I owe that Son of Heaven of the Great Han a favor. But I never thought that when I ascended to immortality and returned, the world had not changed, but all my old acquaintances had turned to dust!"

Ji Xiang was surprised; this story sounded familiar!

"Qin Nvxiu?!"

Ji Xiang spoke with a tentative tone, and the female immortal was surprised:

"You know me? Indeed, you claimed to be a Han immortal, and it seems you were not wrong. You didn't deceive me."

The Qin woman of Ximen, her beauty like jade flowers.

She wields a white poplar blade, slaying her enemies in broad daylight.

Her silken sleeves sprinkle red blood, her heroic spirit soars into the purple clouds.

Of course, Ji Xiang knew her, because Cao Zhi later wrote a poem about her, saying that she "both ascended to the ranks of immortals, leaving death behind to embrace life."

She killed people at the age of fourteen and was pardoned by the Han Emperor, after which she entered the path of immortality and did not return to be the wife of the Prince of Yan. In fact, who this Prince of Yan was is not even recorded in history.

"Do you know Liu Chen and Ruan Zhao?"

"Are they the Liu Lang and Ruan Lang who returned after their descendants had lived for seven generations in the mountains?"

The Daoist school has clear records of the deeds of many ancient immortals. Ji Xiang's predecessor was well-versed in scriptures and could be called a walking library. Of course, he knew these famous figures who often appeared in the stories of immortals.

Qin Nvxiu no longer guarded against Ji Xiang. In fact, she was not afraid of being attacked by this fake ascension. After experiencing so many things just now, Ji Xiang's actions had gained her trust to a certain extent.

"Precisely those Liu Lang and Ruan Lang. Those two are my masters. I don't know where they are now, or whether they have ascended to the immortal ranks. I must find them. If they are still in slumber, they need to be awakened."

Ji Xiang said, according to the stories in ancient books, "Later generations say that they disappeared from the human world in the eighth year of the Jin Dynasty, perhaps ascending to the Inner Mountains and Rivers."

Qin Nvxiu was puzzled: "The Jin Dynasty... what is that?"

Ji Xiang: "Elder Sister doesn't know? During my time in the reign of Emperor Ling of the Han, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out. I am not quite the same as Elder Sister. Specifically, Elder Sister is an ancient immortal, a hermit in the mountains, while I am a member of the Daoist school, as was my predecessor, and so is this body."

"The Yellow Turban Rebellion, the Taiping Dao proclaimed that 'The Azure Sky is dead, the Yellow Sky shall rise'...."

Suddenly, Qin Nvxiu glared angrily: "You, did you kill the Han Emperor!"

"'The Azure Sky is dead, the Yellow Sky shall rise!' What arrogance! Is the Liu family's Son of Heaven someone you can kill at will!"

This was terrible. Her anger rose because she owed the Han Emperor a favor. If Ji Xiang was from the Yellow Turbans and harmed the Han Emperor's dynasty, overthrowing the Liu family's world, she would give Ji Xiang a knife at the very least!

"Elder Sister, don't be alarmed! The Han Emperor was not harmed by me, nor was he destroyed by the Yellow Turbans! In fact, there was a warlord at the end of the Han Dynasty named Dong Zhuo...."

Of course, Ji Xiang couldn't say that the Yellow Turban Rebellion accumulated the pre-conditions for many people to level up. From a simple point of view, the Yellow Turban Rebellion did fail. The orthodox Han Dynasty was not destroyed by the Yellow Turbans, but by the division of the lords, starting with Dong Zhuo and ending with Cao Pi.

Of course, Liu Bei's Ji Han was also a continuation of the Han, but unfortunately, Cao Wei forced Emperor Xian of Han to abdicate, and old Liu did not win against Cao Wei, so he could not legally fight for the initiative.

"The Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty... the world divided into three, Cao Wei dared to usurp the Han? Where is his capital!"

"Fortunately, the Han lineage is not extinct, with Ji Han continuing it...."

Qin Nvxiu's expression changed constantly, and she almost drew her sword to go to Xu Chang, but she also knew that the premise of Cao Wei's existence was the absence of that dynasty called "Jin."

"The Three Kingdoms return to Jin...."

Qin Nvxiu briefly listened to the outline of the history of the Three Kingdoms, falling into a long sigh.

Although it was quite interesting... it seemed that brilliant stars, heroes, and immortals emerged in endlessly.

But what about now!

"Then now, is the world that dynasty called Jin? It destroyed the Wei, which should be thanked, but it was ultimately a minister of Wei. Where is its capital? I'm going to....."

Ji Xiang hurriedly said again: "Elder Sister, don't be anxious, it's not the Jin Dynasty now...."

Qin Nvxiu was immediately embarrassed, and then annoyed: "You should say everything at once, don't make me angry for nothing! If I can't find the enemy, how can I avenge the Liu family's Son of Heaven?"

Ji Xiang laughed: "There's no need for revenge.... Uh, I mean, the target of revenge may all be in the Inner Mountains and Rivers, not in the Outer Mountains and Rivers."

"The human dynasty changed, after the Jin Dynasty, the Five Barbarians invaded China, establishing the Sixteen Kingdoms, and then there was the era of the Northern and Southern Dynasties...."

"After that, the Sui unified the world, the Sui was destroyed after thirty-seven years, and the Great Tang was established...."

Qin Nvxiu listened to Ji Xiang recounting the dynasties one by one, countless heroes and beauties, immortals and ghosts, princes and generals, all frequently appearing in the alternation, and finally turning into dust, becoming words in history.

The years changed, like a fleeting glimpse, until the present era, the world of the sun and moon shining brightly, the country's name is "Ming."

"Ming, the sun and moon are bright..... Is this the sun and moon shining brightly?"

Qin Nvxiu pointed to the calm river water. The Prince of Zhenjiang was a divine general of the Ming court, but he was in league with demons. These so-called righteous people were also not all good people.

Ji Xiang also explained the existence of the Inner Mountains and Rivers, which Qin Nvxiu said she had never heard of.

Since the Qin and Han dynasties, there has been no mention of the Inner and Outer Mountains and Rivers.

"So, if I want to take revenge, I have to enter the Inner Mountains and Rivers and find the cultivators of the Cao Wei lineage to kill? The world is so big, there are so many sects, can you recognize them all, can you tell me?"

"Don't be afraid of their revenge, although your cultivation is damaged, and you are not a complete ascension, but if you encounter something, I can protect you!"

Qin Nvxiu sighed: "Although you and I are not familiar, and you are from the Yellow Turban bandits, only you and I are left as old acquaintances in the world. How can I not help you? From now on, you are my younger brother, born in the eras of Emperor Huan and Emperor Ling, meeting after a thousand years, an old friend returning from afar.... No wonder you could hear my call."

"Shaozhuang ji shi xi nai lao he!" (How long does youth last? What can one do about old age!)

The years of youth are always easy to pass, gradually aging without a way to stop it. This is a poem by Emperor Wu of the Han.

Ji Xiang breathed a sigh of relief!

Success! He had latched onto this thigh! With a genuine Han immortal helping him, Old Zhang and Emperor Wanli probably wouldn't have any more questions.

Qin Nvxiu touched her clothes, still wearing her fiery red wedding gown, with no tokens on her. She thought carefully, then injected a portion of her immortal power into the small knife that Ji Xiang had used to awaken her.

Buzz!

This unremarkable bronze knife suddenly glowed with a jade-like luster, and the material of the entire knife seemed to have been changed!

"This knife, if you are in danger, use it to call me. Just tap it three times lightly, then write my name, and even if it is thousands of miles away, I will come."

"Good younger brother, I still have to find my two masters, why don't you come with me?"

Ji Xiang said, "I am still cultivating and am about to re-establish one thousand three hundred good deeds, so that I can return to the state of ascension."

"Ascension? Is that becoming a Liexian (ranked immortal)?"

"Yes, Liexian in this era is called ascension, and also called Tianxian (celestial immortal). Those who attain Tianxian must establish one thousand three hundred good deeds. This is a method that did not exist in the Han Dynasty."

Qin Nvxiu felt it was novel, knowing that there were still many things in this world that she needed to know. After one thousand four hundred years, even the methods of cultivation have undergone great changes?

And to give this Elder Sister a good impression, Ji Xiang invited her to his boat first, and then sent her a sack of treasures.

Anyway, the three sacks of goods were all robbed from the Mirong Casino, too much to carry.

Ji Xiang bid farewell to her:

"Qu zhe ri yi shu, lai zhe ri yi qin." (Those who depart become more distant day by day, those who come become closer day by day.)

"Chu guo men zhi shi, dan jian qiu yu fen." (Leaving the city gate, looking straight ahead, one only sees mounds and graves.)

The dead become more distant with the passage of time, but the living feel closer the longer they are apart.

"If Elder Sister finds her two masters, come to Wudang Mountain for a visit!"

Qin Nvxiu was somewhat moved. She didn't expect her little brother to be so generous. It was also a bit unsightly that she had nothing to give in return. Her face was slightly red, and she nodded, finally laughing, then ran away carrying the sack.

Ji Xiang called out twice from behind, seeing off the Han immortal, making a great karmic connection, and looking at the white jade knife in his hand, there would surely be a time to meet again in the future.

Speaking of which, the hometown of her two masters is in Shan County, Zhejiang, right in the lower reaches of the Grand Canal.... Maybe they will meet again soon.

On the side, Feng Menglong and the little fox looked dumbfounded as the exquisite female immortal carried the sack away. Feng Menglong's saliva was dripping down. He patted Ji Xiang's back and whispered:

"Daoist Priest, how old is your elder sister this year? Is she married?"

Ji Xiang glanced at him: "One thousand four hundred."

Looking at Feng Menglong's suspicious look, Ji Xiang laughed: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals, don't think about what you shouldn't. Didn't you say you were single-minded when dealing with the fox spirit before? Don't be unable to walk when you see a pretty woman!"

Feng Menglong showed a look of regret, wanting to compose a poem for Ji Xiang's "elder sister" to express his admiration, but unfortunately, his culture was limited, and there was a reason why he couldn't pass the imperial examination.

The words he spoke had a strong flavor of chapter novels, causing Ji Xiang to shake his head:

"No wonder you can't pass the imperial examination. Other scholars write articles for the examiners, but you write novels for the examiners! At that time, the examiner will have to hold your hand in the examination hall, asking you to come again next year, without fail. He wants to see the next chapter, right?"

However, the speaker had no intention, but the listener did.

"That's right!"

Feng Menglong had a jolt and said to Ji Xiang: "That's right! I can serialize it! I don't have to write the book myself!"

In the Ming Dynasty, in addition to the official news newspaper "Dibao", there were also many folk newspapers. The Ming Dynasty government once had officials who wanted to ban them, but they were rejected by some big shots, who believed that there was nothing to ban in the small newspapers. Anyway, you officials don't read them, and if people have no work to do, they will rebel.

Therefore, various novels, storybooks, and small newspapers flourished in the market.

After all, even the imperial printing factory dared to take on the propaganda leaflets of the White Lotus Sect, printing things that were not legal, let alone legal small newspapers!