I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 9 This county town seems different from what I thought

Summarizing the information from the little white snake's words, Feng Xue took out the drone and began to investigate.

But just as the drone took off and projected the image onto the phone screen, the little white snake on Feng Xue's finger finally understood the purpose of this black thing. It was obviously a low-end drone that could only hover at a distance of 20 to 30 meters, but it startled the little white snake and screamed -

"Kongming Lantern! The legendary all-in-one Kongming Lantern! So you set up your altar in the sky! Grandma Fox Fairy once said that the higher the altar, the more powerful the cultivators' fighting skills are. You are indeed a powerful cultivator!"

"What the hell, they investigate and strike at the same time..." Feng Xue knew that the little white snake had made a big misunderstanding, but he did not explain. He just kept the fact that "there is also Kong Ming in this world" in mind, and at the same time silently maintained [Observing Tianshou] to search for possible risks around him.

It took half an hour to walk, and the sky was getting brighter. Feng Xue paused twice before finally seeing a clear road on the screen. In order to avoid being seen by passers-by, Feng Xue immediately put away the drone, which was useless and worried about crashing, and tidied up the solar power bank hanging outside. Then he trotted to the side of the road and lowered his head to study the road conditions.

"There are wheel tracks, but they're very narrow. I think they were from a horse-drawn carriage or an ox-drawn cart. It doesn't look like the technology used was very advanced..."

Feng Xue had a bad feeling in his heart and immediately asked the little white snake:
"You know the means of transportation... well, carriages and horses, etc. How big is the largest one?"

"I'm not sure, but it should be a carriage, right? The Fox Fairy Grandma said that when she was young, she rode in a carriage that belonged to a prefectural governor. It was so old and magnificent that it could even accommodate a family banquet!"

"Oh no, it's over!" Feng Xue's heart suddenly felt cold. When he found out that locking the [mouth seal] would be 100% successful, he was thinking that if he couldn't find a way to prolong his life in this world, he would try his luck and go somewhere else. But now it seems that there is no luck in this world at all?

Feng Xue's first reaction at this time was to use the characteristic of [Sealed Mouth] to turn the white snake into a car, but putting aside whether it could be turned into a hundred-ton king, first of all, the question was whether the white snake that turned into a hundred-ton king would be defined as a means of transportation or a living being.

If you lock the [good luck], you cannot lock the life span. If the golden finger does not recognize it, it may cost lives!

"No, no, [Hit Your Luck] doesn't require a car. Even if there are no cars in this world, I can always find a wooden boat weighing several hundred tons. Even if I can't find one, I can just build one myself. I'm just going to hit it with a car anyway, so there's no need to worry about driving too far!"

While preparing himself mentally, Feng Xue analyzed the road conditions. For this kind of dirt road, even if it was a standard "丁"-shaped intersection at the beginning, it would gradually become crooked and turned into an "入" shape because of the convenience of passers-by. Just by looking at the direction of the deflection, one could almost know which direction the destination was.

Although this path has been abandoned for many years, people often walk on the main road, and the traces at the edge are still there, so it is not difficult to judge.

It has to be said that Feng Xue's physical fitness is really average. Carrying a load of just over ten kilograms made him rest every two steps. When he could vaguely see the outline of a building at the end of his vision, he saw a few more pedestrians on the originally empty path.

Some of them drove donkey carts and horse carts, while others simply carried shoulder poles. Most of their clothes were made of linen, with a few wearing cotton. Basically, they could all drive carts.

"They look like farmers and hunters. Are they having market today?"

Feng Xue muttered to himself, but he didn't care how out of place he looked in his windbreaker and followed. He wasn't worried about collecting city taxes. He had already prepared for the time travel, so how could he not carry some loose gold and silver with him?

But when he really saw the gate tower of this so-called county town, he was a little surprised.

Unlike the ancient town he'd imagined, this place actually looked quite modern. Through the city gates, he could vaguely see some non-Chinese-style "small Western-style buildings." The soldiers standing guard at the gates were all armed with rifles. While they looked like antiques, the kind you wouldn't see in anti-Japanese war films, they were at least breech-loading rifles. "Hmm, probably around the 19th or 20th century? But we'll have to wait and see."

Feng Xue was muttering in his heart, but he had already arrived at the city gate. Even though he deliberately chose an inconspicuous gray when buying clothes, the modern dyeing technology still made him particularly conspicuous.

However, he encountered none of the dozen or so excuses he had carefully prepared. When the soldier guarding the gate saw him, he immediately put on a flattering expression, nodded and bowed, and made invitation gestures. He didn't even come up to talk to him. His attitude of "I'm not worthy to talk to you" made Feng Xue wonder if he was being mistaken for some big shot.

However, Feng Xue was also happy with this misunderstanding. He no longer tried to hide it and acted like a city dweller who had come to the countryside, wandering around the streets at will.

"We have banknotes and coins, and the glass is already there. Um, a martial arts gym?"

Feng Xue's attention suddenly focused on a sign that read "Zhang's Martial Arts School" on the roadside. Through the open door, he could see a dozen vigorous men practicing inside. It looked like their regular morning exercises.

When he reached the door, Feng Xue immediately activated [Guan Tianshou]. As his sight focused, numbers appeared one by one.

After doing some quick mental calculations, Feng Xue shook his head:
"The average lifespan is another forty to fifty years... Considering their age, that's considered longevity in this era, but it's still a bit short of what I'd like. Well, it could also be that this martial arts school is of a lower standard. After all, it's just a small rural town. In fantasy novels, it's the level of a novice village, so it's normal that there aren't any masters."

Muttering in his heart, Feng Xue continued to move forward. During this time, Guan Tianshou was still open. Suddenly, a string of numbers flashed in his sight -

"46323"

"Over a hundred years, that's not a normal lifespan!"

Feng Xue turned his head and saw two men walking one after the other. The young man in front was wearing a black suit, but it gave people the awkward feeling of wearing a tuxedo as casual clothes. He had only about forty years of remaining life left on his head, while the man following behind him was obviously a lot bigger, and the remaining life of more than forty thousand days was hanging above his head.

"Bodyguard?"

Feng Xue's eyes rolled around and he scanned the street. He immediately went up to an old man who was smoking cheap cigarettes, took out a cigarette from the opened box and handed it to him.

He himself doesn't smoke, but he learned how to smoke cigarettes when he was hanging out in the mahjong hall. He even brought a few boxes with him after traveling through time, just for use in times like this.

Although the old man didn't recognize this modern brand, he knew it was definitely not a low-quality product just by looking at the exquisite filter and the prints on it. Then, looking at the unique fabric of Feng Xue's clothes, he was hesitant to accept it for a moment.

Seeing this, Feng Xue forced the cigarette into the old man's hand and asked in an unquestionable tone:
"Old man, I want to ask you something. What's the origin of the person behind that young master over there?"

(End of this chapter)