I don't know how long it took, but Brother Ji slowly opened his eyes and felt dizzy. At this time, waves of severe pain came from his body, which suddenly woke him up.

"My day..." He squirmed, raised his arms hard, and touched his body, "Damn, they're all broken..."

Unable to move his body, Chicken Brother had no choice but to lie down.

"Hey, I couldn't survive in that space storm! How...am I dead?!" Brother Ji stretched out his only movable arm, and the huge pain made him tremble suddenly.

Forehead.

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Wait a minute, don't be so bad, I will fall into the underworld! Damn, if I really die, what is the reason for this painful feeling?

No, no, I can't die. I'm the yin and yang of the Holy Spirit. If a person who is a deity hangs up in the netherworld like this, wouldn't he laugh at me if the Lord of Hell and the others find out about it?

Brother Ji squinted his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment. However, there was no gloomy atmosphere around him as he imagined, and there was no bull-headed horse face with grinning teeth.

He seemed to be in a small wooden house. Leaning against the corner was a wooden table with a dim light from an oil lamp on the table. This allowed Brother Ji to slightly see the simple furnishings in the house.

However, there was something like a mirror placed next to the oil lamp. It was yellow-orange and too blurry. The dark yellow mirror surface reflected an extremely uncomfortable luster under the illumination of the oil lamp.

There is also a chair in front of the table, which has an estimated lifespan. I am afraid that if I sit down hard, the chair will fall apart.

However, what is strange is that there is a simple bed at the other end of the room. Although the quilt on the bed is shabby, it is very clean and tidy. Brother Ji looks under him again, and there is a thick cotton quilt covering the bed.

The mattress is also covered with a layer of cotton wool, which is much higher quality than the bed opposite.

"Are you awake?" A figure walked in from the door, wiped the sweat on his head and said, "Dad Chen is talking nonsense, and he told me to bury you earlier..."

Brother Ji was stunned, oh, it was a girl’s voice.

"You...who are you?" Brother Ji frowned and asked.

The figure came closer, and Brother Ji was suddenly stunned. He was wearing rough clothes and no makeup. When he saw that he was still looking at her, his clean face suddenly became slightly rosy. The most unforgettable thing was

It was those eyes full of aura, as if they could talk, that made Brother Chicken stunned.

"I... I am Ping'er..."

"Concubine...Concubine?" Brother Ji's mouth twitched. Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered something and looked around in a panic. Even in the countryside, there wouldn't be a place like this, right?

The house is bare, but the quilt on my bed is worth some money.

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This is the only word in Brother Chicken's mind, could it be?

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Damn it, don’t think I’ve fallen into some ancient times!

Calm down, calm down, Brother Ji is not only calm now, but also has pain in his balls. Who knows what time and space he has fallen into? If he can't contact Yu Xi and the others, he will suffer a lot in this life.

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"Sir, it's good that you wake up. Father Chen said that as long as you can survive these two days, there is a very small chance of surviving. However, I'm afraid that for the rest of your life... Young Master, you'd better rest for a while.

.." Ping'er said with a slightly strange expression.

"Uh, don't worry, I know the extent of my injury, it won't be a problem!" Brother Ji smiled coquettishly.

"Isn't it a problem?!" Ping'er's eyes suddenly widened, "Sir, you broke nearly half of my... you..."

"Well, cutting off is healthier..." Brother Ji smiled and nodded.

Hey, co-author, I am the same as Fairy Yuxi back then. Well, I don’t know how many places she was broken at that time.

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"Ahem, beauty...Um, girl, can I ask?" While talking, Brother Ji slowly pointed to the area, "How did I get here..."

"Sir, it seems... he fell down from the mountain..." Ping'er looked a little embarrassed and made some nonsense.

Brother Chicken's eyes twitched, "I'm going, I saw that I fell into the bathhouse. I fell from the mountain, how did I fall?!"

Helplessly patting his forehead, Brother Ji grinned again, "My head hurts so much. What's going on? I don't remember that I hurt my head!"

"Um..." Ping'er's expression was a little unnatural, her head lowered slightly, her shoulders shaking, "I think the young master must have hit his head when he fell down the mountain..."

"Oh!" Brother Ji nodded blankly, "Damn it, just pull him down, he's still injured anyway, I don't care what else goes wrong. Uh, no, my second brother must not be torn apart! Just touch your own body."

Yes, my second brother hasn’t checked it yet!

Brother Ji licked his chapped lips and took the opportunity to ask, "Is there any water?"

"Yes!" Ping'er saw that Brother Ji didn't pursue the matter, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, went to the corner, and scooped a bowl of water from the earthen pot.

When Ping'er turned around, Brother Ji quickly touched his second brother, with a smile on his face, "He's still there, he's still there, thank you to the almighty Lord!"

"Sir, what are you talking about?" Ping'er was stunned and handed the water bowl to Brother Ji.

Looking at the broken bowl, Brother Ji frowned, and then he seemed to think that this was very rude, so he gave the girl an apologetic look and took the thick bowl with both hands.

"Ahem, uh... I'm a little confused right now, and I can't remember some things..." Brother Ji was a little embarrassed. At least he was saved by someone else, but this kind of thing is too private, what should I say?

Looking at the surface structure of this room, it belongs to the Anti-Japanese War period... And looking at the tone of the girl's words, Guaiguai, it may not be in what era. My body? My body is at least what it was called a few hundred years ago!

Well, it seems that Yu Xi called herself this before, but if her brother hadn't been warning her sternly, she might not have been so close to him anymore. Hehe.

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Um, Yu Xi’s wife seems to have been from thousands of years ago!

After saying sorry, Brother Ji glanced at Ping'er awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry...my head is a little messy. I'll give it some thought before I answer the girl's question, okay?"

"Yes!" The girl Yingying stood up and said softly, "That young man has a good rest, Ping'er has gone out..."

"Wait!" Brother Ji saw the girl was about to leave and called her out quickly. Seeing the girl's strange expression, his old face suddenly turned red, but he still asked what he wanted to know most.

"Where is this?"

The girl blinked her eyes, and there was an inexplicable smile in the corner of her eyes. She smiled and said, "This is Zhezhou..."

"Zhezhou...where is Zhezhou?" Brother Ji murmured, not noticing that the girl had walked out.

"Although this person is covered with scars, he shouldn't be one of those mountain bandits." Ping'er turned around and glanced at Brother Chicken when she went out. Naturally, she looked away at Brother Chicken's confused expression and glanced at the somewhat deformed man outside the door.

Hoe, suddenly stuck out his red tongue playfully.

Although Brother Chicken was seriously injured, there was still some spiritual power in his body that was going back and forth to repair the space in his Dantian. Brother Chicken secretly cheered and quickly activated some of his spiritual power to repair the injuries on his body.

In this way, Brother Ji's trip lasted for a month. During this period, Ping'er brought herself water and food every day. When she went to bed at night, she pulled up a curtain in the room to separate herself from her.

In two months, most of Ji Ge's injuries have healed. Of course, this refers to the physical injury. As for the Dantian space, to be honest, after experiencing the rapid repair process for two months, Ji Ge really can't see what has been repaired.

place.

"Alas... I have to wait until some time before I can recover my cultivation!" Brother Chicken sighed, but I have to say that the spiritual power in this world is still very strong, and it is many times more powerful than the earth!

Otherwise, it would be almost impossible for Brother Ji to be able to move around in just two months.

"There's no point in sitting like this all the time..." Brother Ji turned his head and stood up slowly. Anyway, recovering one's cultivation level does not take a day or two. The most annoying thing is that he can't take the initiative to practice, he only relies on his spirit.

The power lies in self-repair. Since I can’t do anything, I might as well go out and walk around.

Brother Chicken slowly walked out of the house while holding on to the mud wall. A strong cold wind blew in the face and almost knocked him down. Brother Chicken quickly stabilized his body and looked at the leaves of the big tree in front of the door. The leaves were almost falling off.

Empty.

"It must be winter. I fainted. My body is similar to that of an ordinary person now. Don't freeze to death in the cold winter. That would be funny..."

Walking out of the yard, Brother Chicken's steps suddenly stopped and he stared blankly at the field in front of him, where there was a young girl working.

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"Huh..." Ping'er sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her white lotus-like arm. Suddenly she felt something. She turned around warily, but saw Brother Ji's silly look, and her face suddenly became wary.

A few points missing.

"Master, if you don't rest in the house, what are you doing out there?" Ping'er walked to the edge of the field, washed her hands with water, and looked at Brother Chicken with a smile.

"Ahem..." Brother Ji tried his best to move his eyes away from the girl's breasts in front of him, and said, "The room is too stuffy, I'll go out for a walk... Ahem, just call me Murong Qi!"

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"Murong Qi?" The man in front of her kept staring at her chest. Ping'er blushed a little, but when she heard his words, Ping'er suddenly thought of something else.

Murong Qi.

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To be continued...