East China Sea, fishing village.

Mo Yuan stood on the beach, looking down at the young boy with delicate features in the water, his face full of joy.

He has been standing here for half an hour, but the joy in his heart has not dissipated. Instead, it has become more intense, so intense that it is almost unsuppressable!

Ten years, it has been ten years since I traveled to this ancient world!

"My golden finger finally arrived!" Mo Yuan shouted to the sea.

The sound echoed between the sea and the sky. On the empty beach, only the sound of the rushing water responded to him.

Mr. Zhou, who didn’t even know what he said, once said: “Those who don’t have golden fingers are useless!”

This sentence is extremely reasonable, encompassing all of Mo Yuan's unbearable time travel experiences. He was just a loser, so he might as well stay at home, drink Fat Mansion Happy Water, and watch Ultraman fight little monsters.

As the saying goes, those who rely on mountains and mountains rely on water to drink water. Living in a seaside fishing village, the men, women, old and children in this village basically make a living by fishing.

This is not the case with the Mo Yuan family. His father was a scholar and a scholar with great fame. Although a scholar could not be an official in the Wei Dynasty, relying on his status as a scholar, his father taught in private schools and studied in the county school.

With some rice and grain, I can barely get by.

But the bad thing is that I am a scholar!

His father failed to pass the test many times, so he naturally held his breath in his heart. He placed all his expectations on his son, and was very strict with Mo Yuan. He only hoped that Mo Yuan could study hard, stand out in the future, and honor his family.

But it happened that Mo Yuan was a scumbag in his previous life. He traveled to this world after sleeping, and did not awaken the golden finger. It would be easier to ask him to learn those ancient texts than to kill him.

These two men have a heart as high as the sky, and a piece of mud cannot hold up a wall. It can be imagined that they are combined together. This era does not pay attention to quality education, but pays attention to filial sons under the stick.

The worse Mo Yuan's grades were, the harder his father beat him. Don't say that he is a useless scholar and has no strength to tie a chicken, but when he beats his own son, any scholar or scholar, it is because of his strength.

tight.

A small beating every three days, a big beating every five days, and sometimes mixed doubles if the mood strikes. It's simply scarier than Mo Yuan's senior year in high school in his previous life. After all, he had become a veteran in his previous life, and his parents had little hope for him.

But in this life, he is still young and there is still hope of being 'educated' back to the right path.

"I hate that I'm still young!" This was Mo Yuan's deepest cry after being beaten every time.

But all of this is over today. All the imperial examinations and achievements are just a cloud. I have the Samsara Clock in my hand and can travel across the heavens. I don’t know how brilliant the future will be. How can I care about this mere place?

World fame?

"The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to ninety thousand miles!" Thinking of the message conveyed by the ancient bronze bell in his mind, Mo Yuan chanted towards the seaside with great pride.

I can travel through the heavens. I am the one who will inherit the illustrious reputation of the senior time travellers. I don’t want to be as perverted as Old Demon Chen. It won’t be difficult for me to dominate this world, right?

Humph, by then, the imperial examinations in this world will test everything from reading and writing to high-level mathematics, physics, and chemistry. I wonder what you will do if you are a scumbag who only knows how to write articles!

Just when Mo Yuan was happily dreaming about a better life in the future, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Little brother, have you seen Dapeng?"

Mo Yuan followed the sound and saw a girl with a beautiful face coming onto the beach behind him.

This woman, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, was wearing a goose-yellow palace dress and was looking at him lively.

"Sister, what are you...?" Mo Yuan's eyes were fixed on the girl, but he was not fascinated by her beauty, but was thinking carefully about whether he had said anything to reveal the secret when he was proud.

No matter whether it is time travel or the bronze bell in the mind, it must not be leaked, otherwise, if you are not careful, you may cause big trouble.

Fortunately, after thinking about it, he said two sentences in total. No one could understand the meaning of the golden finger, and Mo Yuan gradually relaxed.

"Little brother, why are you so nervous?" The girl blinked twice and looked at Mo Yuandao in a rather cute manner.

"It's nothing, sister, I haven't seen any Dapeng. This is just a made-up thing in poetry. If nothing happens, I'll leave first." Mo Yuan responded perfunctorily, turned around and left.

Although this girl is quite beautiful and charming, the way she is dressed is clearly not that of an ordinary person. The samsara clock in the heavens will be turned on in an hour or two, and he has no intention of causing trouble by chatting here with a woman.

"Poetry, was what you read just now a poem?"

Unexpectedly, the girl seemed unable to see that Mo Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to her. She said happily, stretched out her white jade hand and put it on Mo Yuan's shoulder.

This is!

Mo Yuan's little face suddenly changed. From the jade hand, there came a powerful force, like a five-element mountain. Mo Yuan was pressed so hard that he couldn't move at all. Good guy, this woman turned out to be a practitioner.

"My father said that those who can recite poetry are scholars, just like the husband-in-law Dong Yong that the seventh princess is looking for. Little brother, you must be a scholar too." The girl said to herself.

Father? Dong Yong?!

When he heard the first two words, Mo Yuan was still wondering in his heart that there were no dignitaries in this fishing village with a radius of hundreds of miles. When he heard about the Seventh Princess and Dong Yong, his head was about to explode with horror. The myth and legend of the match made by an immortal.

It was a memory from his previous life. He had never heard of this myth in this world. Could it be that the father the girl mentioned was also a senior time traveler?

Mo Yuan composed himself, forced a smile, and said, "I wonder who the seventh princess, father, and Dong Yong you are talking about are?"

"The seventh princess is the youngest daughter of His Majesty the Jade Emperor. Dong Yong is her husband-in-law. As for the father, he is my father." The girl said without any scheming.

Damn it, what a perfect match, this woman’s father is really a senior!

Mo Yuan was extremely shocked. When could this time traveler be able to travel in waves?

"My father said that the son of the Yellow River Hebo was violent, lustful and not a good match. For Shui Dexingjun's sake, I couldn't refuse his marriage proposal, so he asked me to go ashore to look for my husband and little brother.

I see that you are a scholar and you are good-looking. How about you come back to the Dragon Palace with me and become my husband?" The girl said with a serious look.

What...what...?

Yellow River Hebo? Shui De Xingjun? Dragon Palace?

Mo Yuan felt that his understanding of the world in the past ten years had suddenly collapsed. What about getting ahead in the imperial examinations? What about studying?

"You are the scholar, your whole family is a scholar!" Mo Yuan suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

"What?" The woman was slightly stunned, not quite understanding what it meant.

That's it now!

Mo Yuan seized the opportunity, broke away from the jade hand, and ran madly towards the fishing village in the distance. What ghost dragon palace, what ghost Yellow River Hebo, what is not allowed after the founding of the People's Republic of China, you don't understand, I don't believe you.

You're lying, you must be a child kidnapper. Seeing my handsome face, I've got a wrong idea!

"Run, are you not agreeing to me?" The woman frowned slightly and said: "Father said that in the world of gods and demons, the strong are respected, and the strong fist is the truth. Since you don't agree to me, don't blame me.

It’s too strong.”

Mo Yuan was running, turned his head and saw that there was no one behind him. He was secretly rejoicing. Suddenly, a clear dragon's roar echoed through the seaside. He took a closer look and saw only a blue line about three or four meters long in the sky.

Xiaolong was coming straight towards him.

"Don't...don't come here, Sister Longnu, I'm still an eight-year-old baby..." Mo Yuan had never seen a real dragon before. He was already so scared that his legs were weak and couldn't walk, so he stood there and talked nonsense.
Chapter completed!