Zongman: The post-2D era

Feng Feng's body paused, and a hint of surprise and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

He stared at Yukinoshita Yukino closely, trying to read her true intentions from her eyes. However, Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes were as deep as the sea, making it impossible to peek into her heart.

Liuhua then said: "Fengfeng is the ninth level of martial arts. Celie, the fourth level of martial arts is luck and faith; the fifth level is space, and the sixth level is time. How can you say that Fengfeng can't save you?"

The atmosphere along the river suddenly became tense. Feng Feng's figure looked even taller in the sun, and his eyes flashed with determination, as if he was ready to deal with anything.

Celie frowned slightly, her eyes moving between Rikka and Feng Feng, as if evaluating their strengths.

Suddenly, the three-story building behind Liuhua emitted a dazzling light. It was a towering tower, each floor of which was engraved with complex runes and patterns. These runes seemed to have magical powers.

They flickered in the air, emitting strong energy fluctuations. A trace of surprise flashed in Celie's eyes. She could feel the powerful aura emitted by the Dharma image, which made her even more wary of Feng Feng's strength.

Chapter 617: Loulan in the Medicine House World

Saturday, March 11

Yukinoshita Yukino finished teaching Rikka the elementary school part of modern knowledge.

In the courtyard room of the countryside, Fulilian moved lightly and quickly, as if she was afraid of breaking the tense and solemn atmosphere.

Her slender fingers gently pulled Feng Feng's sleeve. At that moment, Feng Feng's body trembled slightly as if pulled by an invisible force.

He turned around, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but more of gratitude towards Fulilian.

Feng Feng cleared his throat, and his voice echoed in the air with an irresistible power.

"I said, save people."

The nine floors behind him seemed to sense his determination and began to slowly emerge in the air. Each floor exuded a unique light, as if it contained endless power and mystery.

In the corridor, the complex runes sparkled in the sun, and each rune seemed to be telling an ancient and mysterious story. These runes echoed with the aura of Feng Feng, exuding a solemn and sacred aura.

Celie's tears soaked his clothes and she fell into Feng Feng's arms. Her body trembled as if she had experienced a huge storm.

"Thank you Fengfeng. It turns out that even though I have lived for countless years, I am also afraid of death..." She sobbed softly, her voice filled with endless gratitude and joy.

Feng Feng took a deep breath and gently hugged her, trying to calm her inner turmoil with his own strength. A warm current surged in his heart.

Feng Feng was also a little dazed by this sudden hug. His heartbeat instantly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. He held his hands stiffly in the air, not knowing how to respond.

At this moment, the wind by the river seemed to be a little gentler, and the sunlight shone on them through the treetops, reflecting a warm and touching picture.

Feng Feng's face was slightly flushed and he coughed a few times, trying to ease the sudden embarrassment.

He felt his heart still beating fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. Celie's tears had soaked his clothes, and the wet feeling made his heart palpitate.

He gently put Celie down and turned to look at Fulilian, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Fulilian put her injured and bleeding hand behind her back and said, "You go and deal with the Loulan curse. Leave this to me."

Feng Feng nodded slightly, knowing that Fulilian had her own persistence and courage. He turned around and looked at the nine-story corridor, each of which seemed to contain endless power and mysteries.

He took a deep breath, gathered the power in his palm, cancelled the ninth floor, and prepared to face the next challenge.

Fulilian looked at his back, with a hint of determination and gratitude in her eyes. She gently put her injured hand behind her back and watched Feng Feng walk out the door.

Her figure looks so strong and brave in the sun, like a blooming flower standing proudly in the wind and rain.

The door slowly closed, isolating the two people in different worlds.

Feng Feng blew a sigh of relief, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He turned and walked out of the room, the sunlight shining through the treetops onto him, reflecting his resolute figure.

He walked on the path, feeling the breath of nature, and his heart was filled with peace.

Suddenly, he stopped and his eyes fell on a farmer in front of him. The farmer was wearing coarse cloth and his face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were shining with wisdom. He was holding a hoe in his hand and was working hard.

Feng Feng walked up to the farmer and greeted him with a smile. The farmer looked up at Feng Feng, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but then turned into a friendly smile.

"Young man, is there anything wrong? Are you used to living here?" The farmer put down the hoe in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.

The girl next to the farmer was about fourteen or fifteen years old. Her skin was slightly darkened by the sun, but she exuded a healthy beauty. She snorted and stretched out her hand, palm facing up, and said unceremoniously: "I am not my father. I don't care who you are from the Tang Dynasty. Pay the money."

Feng Feng was slightly stunned and looked at the girl's outstretched hand. Although her palm was rough, there was a firmness in it that could not be ignored.

He smiled and took out a few silver coins from his pocket and put them in the girl's palm. The girl widened her eyes and looked at the silver coins in her hand with some surprise, as if she didn't expect Feng Feng to hand over the money so readily.

"Thank you." Feng Feng said gently, his eyes full of kindness.

The girl glared at him, and took the money reluctantly, but still said in a low voice, "Thank you." Then she turned around and continued to help her father farm.

Feng Feng smiled at the girl, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He picked up a piece of earth and stone from the ground and rubbed it gently.

The sunlight shone on his face, reflecting his gentle yet firm eyes. He closed his eyes and began to use the power of alchemy.

The air around him seemed to solidify, and a mysterious force emanated from Feng Feng's palm and seeped into the ordinary piece of earth and stone.

The stone began to emit a faint golden light and gradually became heavier. Feng Feng opened his eyes and held a piece of glittering gold in his hand.

He handed the gold to the girl, smiled and said: "This is a gift for you, I hope it can bring you some help."

The girl stared at the gold in her hand with wide eyes, as if she couldn't believe it was real. She looked up at Feng Feng, her eyes flashing with gratitude and respect.

The farmer took the gold, with a flash of surprise and confusion in his eyes. He looked at the gold in his hand, then at Feng Feng, as if to confirm that this was not a dream. His throat rolled, and then he sighed deeply.

"Young man, this... this is too valuable. We can't accept it." The farmer handed the gold back to Fengfeng, and the wrinkles on his face became even deeper.

Feng Feng smiled slightly, gently held the farmer's hand, and placed the gold in his hand. "This is my respect for your hard work, please accept it."

The farmer looked at Feng Feng, his eyes flickering with emotion. He was silent for a moment, then nodded and carefully put the gold into his arms.

The girl put her hands on her hips angrily, her brows furrowed, and her bright eyes flashed with dissatisfaction. She pointed at Feng Feng, her voice trembling a little: "The people of the Tang Dynasty don't allow us to learn about the Industrial Revolution, what are they talking about? Stop pretending to be a good person!"

Feng Feng looked at the girl's angry face and felt a wave of emotion in his heart. He gently held the girl's hand and said softly: "Technology has no borders and should benefit everyone. The people of the Tang Dynasty may have their concerns, but that doesn't mean we can't share and learn."

He turned to look at the farmer, his eyes flashing with determination: "Uncle, please believe me, the power of industry can not only change the fate of a person, but also change the future of a village and a country."

The farmer wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed, "It's been a hundred years since the Industrial Revolution in the Tang Dynasty. The patent fees are getting higher and higher, but our lives as farmers are getting harder and harder. We can't afford to learn this technology even if we want to."

Feng Feng's pupils contracted, and he stared at the farmer, trying to find the answer from his face. One hundred years? Industrial Revolution? These words echoed in his mind, making his heart beat faster. He recalled the moment when he traveled to this world. Could it be that he really traveled through time and space?

Feng Feng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He looked up at the sky, his heart full of doubts and confusion. This era was completely different from the world he lived in. How should he adapt to this brand new world?

Chapter 618: The Legend of the Brave in the Medicine House World

Sunday, March 12

Yukinoshita Yukino began to teach Rikka the junior high school part of modern knowledge.

In the courtyard room of the countryside, Fulilian was accompanying Celie to recover from his injuries.

By the terraced fields, Feng Feng looked at the tired and helpless faces of the farmers, and a strong sense of resonance surged in his heart.

He knew that the world was not fair, but he was unwilling to give up. He took a deep breath and stared at the sky in the distance, as if looking for some kind of strength.

Suddenly, he turned to look at the farmer and the girl, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Uncle, little sister, I will teach you alchemy."

His voice was firm and powerful, as if it contained an unquestionable power. "Not only will I teach you, I will also help you build your own alchemy workshop so that you can produce on your own and no longer be constrained by high patent fees."

As Feng Feng finished speaking, the whole field fell into a brief silence. The sun seemed to have lost its brilliance at this moment, and everything around seemed to be frozen.

Feng Feng's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples. The farmer and the girl looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He took a deep breath, gathered the power of the nine-story corridor into his palm, and a powerful energy surged in his body.

His body trembled, as if an invisible force surged out from the ninth floor corridor and instantly filled his whole body. His body was wrapped in this force, as if it had turned into a towering mountain, standing tall and unshakable.

Feng Feng stood in the center of the farmers, feeling the surging power. He knew that the next challenge would be even more difficult. But he did not back down, because he knew that he could not disappoint those who trusted him.

"Teach us techniques? Do you think you are the legendary hero?"

The girl's words were like a sigh in the breeze, with a hint of doubt and indomitable spirit. She looked at Feng Feng firmly, her silver hair accessories gleaming in the sun, as if shining with the light of faith. Her lips pouted slightly, and a stubborn look appeared on her face.

Feng Feng smiled slightly, his eyes were like warm sunshine, shining on the girl and the surrounding farmers. He gently stretched out his hand, palm up, an invisible force beating at his fingertips.

"I know that this world is full of unfairness. However, courage and wisdom are the forces that can change everything." His voice was soft and firm, as if it had a magical power that soothed people's hearts.

The girl's father, a middle-aged man with rough skin and calloused hands, suddenly pulled the girl's sleeve, his eyes full of anticipation and nervousness.

He turned to Feng Feng, his voice trembling slightly: "Sir, we have heard what you said. We are willing to learn, we really want to learn."

"It's just... In the past hundred years, there have been many kind-hearted people like you who wanted to teach us technology, but we really can't learn it. It's not that we don't want to learn."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and clenched his hands, as if recalling those failed attempts.

Feng Feng saw this and felt a warm current in his heart. He knew that these farmers were not really stupid, but they lacked the correct guidance and methods.

The girl's father pulled her, and she looked at her father with curiosity and confusion in her eyes.

My father took a deep breath, his voice filled with excitement and awe: "The legend of Loulan says that the princess who went to the Tang Dynasty was promised to a brave man who came down from the ninth floor. Only he can save the people of Loulan."

When Feng Feng heard this, his heart moved. He looked at the Legend of Loulan, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He understood that this story was not just a legend, but also a metaphor, a letter to him.

At this moment, the sunlight shines through the clouds and onto the fields, dyeing everything with a layer of gold.

Feng Feng was stunned, and the lake in his heart suddenly surged. His eyes unconsciously looked into the distance, as if he could see the statue of a brave man standing in the square, fully armored and fearless. That statue was actually himself?

He recalled the dusty letter he found deep in the library. It was a curse letter left by Princess Loulan. Could the brave man described in the letter be referring to him?

Feng Feng took a deep breath, and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart. All this seemed to be foreshadowing something.

He turned and looked at the farmers around him; their eyes were full of expectation and trust.

Feng Feng knew that he couldn't let them down. He clenched his fists, feeling the power surging in his body, then slowly raised his head with a firm gaze.

Feng Feng's heart was beating wildly, and his consciousness was spinning rapidly. The century-old legend, the Princess of Loulan, the brave man of the Nine-Storey Tower, all of these were interwoven into a magnificent picture in his mind. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the girl with silver jewelry. The girl's eyes were full of confusion and curiosity.

He reached out and gently held the hand of the Loulan legend. Her hand was cold and soft, as if she was holding the fate of the entire Loulan. His eyes were firm and gentle, as if he could see into her heart.

He is the legendary hero.

Feng Feng stood in front of the farmers, his figure looking even taller in the sun. He smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Then, let me, a brave man from the ninth floor, come and save you."

"Are you willing to come with me to realize this legend?" Feng Feng's voice was low and powerful, as if it had a kind of magic that made people irresistible.

At this time, Yukinoshita Yukino walked from outside the crowd to Feng Feng and said, "Do you think that if you had passed down the technology a hundred years ago, these farmers wouldn't be so poor?"

The sudden appearance of Yukinoshita Yukino instantly sobered Feng Feng, who was originally immersed in legends and destiny.

He looked up and saw Xueno wearing a long white dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, like an elf in the snow. Her eyes were clear and firm, as if she could see through all the fog.

She walked up to Feng Feng and asked again in a soft but powerful voice: "Do you think that if you used the train to travel through time and pass down the technology a hundred years ago, these farmers would not be so poor?"