Chapter 9: My surname is Huang, and my given name is Rong
Xuan Guang Pei is the name Shen Xingke casually gave to the jade pendant that traveled with him.
It is only the size of a palm, with a simple shape, and looks a bit like the mythical beast Xuanniao from ancient times.
After activating Nuwa, Shen Xingke once gave Xuan Guang Pei to Nuwa for research, thinking about whether he could figure out something from it, but Nuwa used all the means she could use now, and the final conclusion was that this Xuan Guang Pei had become a mortal object.
It is no different from those ordinary jade pendants.
At this time, the Xuan Guang Pei that Shen Xingke took from his belt and put in his palm was emitting golden light, and the warm current flowed into his body through his palm, flowing through his limbs and bones.
For some reason, Shen Xingke was blessed and looked up at the holographic projection screen in front of him.
On the screen, the villagers of Lijia Village were constantly bowing in the direction of Zishan, calling for Grandpa Taiyi to bless them.
“Do you suspect that the changes in the Xuanguang Pei are related to these people?” Nuwa’s eyes widened, and she came to Shen Xingke and looked at the Xuanguang Pei. “I detected energy inside again! It has the same nature as the energy that activated me at the beginning!”
“The same nature? Can’t you analyze what the energy is like?”
“That’s because I don’t have a sample! Show me now, I can definitely research something for you now!”
Miss Nuwa, who was not convinced, glared at Shen Xingke angrily, her cute little nose flapped, and her cuteness was five plus signs.
If he didn’t know that this girl’s body was a projection, Shen Xingke would have pinched her face.
“Let’s go, let’s see what’s so mysterious about this thing.”
Turning around, Shen Xingke prepared to enter the laboratory inside the mountain. If he wanted to study the Xuanguang Pei, he naturally had to go there.
However, as soon as he turned around, Shen Xingke felt a huge suction force coming from the Xuanguang Pei.
Before he could react, Shen Xingke disappeared on the top of the Purple Mountain in front of Nuwa’s surprised eyes.
…Dividing line…
The itching sensation from the tip of his nose made Shen Xingke feel uncomfortable. He sneezed and slowly woke up.
What caught his eyes were the treetops swaying in the wind. The sunlight shining through the gaps in the forest was not too dazzling. The touch from under him made Shen Xingke realize that he seemed to be lying on the grass in the wild.
“Awake?”
Suddenly, a slightly strange voice of a boy sounded.
Shen Xingke turned his head and saw a dirty little beggar smiling at him.
The little beggar was ragged and thin.
Looking at about fifteen or sixteen years old, he wore a black and broken leather hat on his head. His face and hands were covered with black coal. His original appearance could no longer be seen.
He held a piece of broken grass in his hand and laughed, revealing two rows of sparkling white teeth, which were very inconsistent with his body.
When looking at Shen Xingke, the little beggar’s eyes were dark and very smart, not at all like the numb beggars.
Sitting up from the ground, Shen XingkeKe touched his head, then looked down at his body. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t feel any pain. Then he looked up at the little beggar squatting in front of him and asked, “Little brother, did you save me?”
“You are really interesting.” The little beggar pointed behind him, “There is no place to lie down, lying on the official road, no matter how you call, you can’t wake up, and you are not afraid of being robbed by passing strong men.”
This is obviously in a forest. It seems that this little beggar found him and moved him here.
“Is that so… Thank you.”
After thanking the little beggar, Shen Xingke began to look at his waist first.
The Xuan Guang Pei that was originally untied and placed in the palm of his hand was now tied to the belt again.
But compared with the previous appearance of shining with strange light and warm, the Xuan Guang Pei now became ordinary again.
“Hey! I saved you, how are you going to repay me?”
Shen Xingke called Nuwa several times in secret, but got no response. Suddenly, he heard the little beggar in front of him ask this question.
Shen Xingke looked up at the beggar again, and suddenly noticed that although her face and hands were dark, her fair and smooth skin was exposed near her collarbone under her neck.
Shen Xingke pressed his eyelids, put his right hand behind his back, and secretly took out a silver cake from the storage ring.
Gold and silver are not only precious metals, but also important industrial raw materials. Nuwa’s factory in the Purple Mountain needs them if it wants to operate normally.
There are also many in Shen Xingke’s storage ring.
Smiling, he handed his hand over, opened his palm to reveal the silver cake, and said, “Thank you for saving me, little brother. This silver cake is a reward. In addition, I have some questions to ask, can you answer them?”
The little beggar didn’t even look at the silver cake, he just put it away and asked, “Go ahead!”
Ordinary beggars wouldn’t have such an indifferent reaction when seeing this silver cake, Shen Xingke became more suspicious of his situation.
“May I ask where this is? How far is it from Zishan in Xiangzhou?”
The little beggar tilted his head: “Xiangzhou? What place? I haven’t heard of it. I haven’t heard of Zishan you mentioned either. This place is close to Zhangjiakou. It’s about half a day’s journey north from here.”
Never heard of it…
Shen Xingke frowned and asked again: “What about Shannan East Road?”
“What a strange statement.” The little beggar muttered again, and his smart and shining eyes fell on Shen Xingke, “You are talking about the area of Jingxi South Road, right? Shannan Road is the statement before Jianyan’s Southern Expedition.”
Jianyan’s Southern Expedition!
Shen Xingke’s pupils shrank slightly.
The so-called Jianyan Southern Expedition is the official statement that Wanyan Gou Zhao Jiumei fled south to Lin’an to establish the Southern Song Dynasty after the Jingkang Shame in the late Northern Song Dynasty.
“This is really…”
Realizing that he might have traveled through time again, and to the Southern Song Dynasty, Shen Xingke rubbed his brows with a headache.
Traveling through tens of thousands of years in one breath from the 21st century to the new civilization era, and being called a “TaiGrandpa, then traveled back and forth, back to the Southern Song Dynasty?
Is Donghuang Taiyi so capable?
“Big brother, do you remember how you fainted on the official road?”
The little beggar’s eyebrows frowned and smoothed, and he raised his hand and waved in front of him.
“I don’t remember.” Shen Xingke shook his head and stood up.
Originally, because he was lying on the ground and was moved from the official road to the woods by the little beggar, the dust and dirt that were stained fell off one after another. However, he shook his clothes lightly, and the brocade clothes immediately became pure white as new.
This scene made the little beggar’s eyes sparkle: “This dress is amazing! What material is it made of?”
“I don’t know if you ask me, my family prepared it for me.” Shen Xingke smiled, but the smile was a little forced.
That family is Nuwa.
After Nuwa left, he was confused for a while… or he has always been confused.
From the moment he woke up and met Nuwa until now, Shen Xingke didn’t know what he should do in the future.
Seeing the little beggar still looking at him, Shen Xingke smiled and said, “My name is Shen Xingke, what’s your name, little brother?”
“My last name is Huang, and my given name is Rong!” The little beggar answered truthfully.
Shen Xingke: “……?”
Huang Rong?
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