C29 I've Been Awake for More than a Thousand Years

It was currently late at night, and the night sky was filled with countless stars. The arc of the moon above was emitting a weak light, and the entire night was quiet and cool. Standing at the entrance of the cave and looking down at the ground, Ling Yan frowned in bewilderment.

With Ling Yan's current eyesight, he could clearly see the scenery at the foot of the mountain even if it was darker and further away from him. It was only because he could see everything clearly that he wondered: What was that? Since when did the mountain have so many big houses and crisscrossing government roads? What was this thing that was running so fast and was shining so brightly on the public road?

It was only now did he realize that there were traces left behind by people who had moved around during the day, and he himself had also been standing around in the shell of a melon. This place was bustling with noise and excitement, and if it wasn't for the invisible restrictions, it was likely that someone else would have broken into the cave.

Ling Yan's eyes widened as he surveyed his surroundings. He felt that this was too unbelievable. If not for the mountain still appearing before his eyes, Ling Yan would have thought that he was in the wrong place. He was shocked in his heart: "How long has it been since this closed door training? Such an earth-shaking change has actually happened outside. "

Facing such a strange sight, Ling Yan gradually grew numb to it, as it had already surpassed the scope of his understanding.

Feeling apprehensive, Ling Yan slowly floated down the mountain with Xiaobao in his arms. His heart felt somewhat heavy. Although he estimated that he wouldn't stay on Earth for too long as he was just a passerby, this was still a place he grew up in. "Although Ling Yan was more than a thousand years old, it was not easy for a fifteen-year-old to face the world alone without feeling panicked.

Of course, this was also due to the cultivation of his mental state and willpower. The experience he'd gone through in the core had caused a qualitative change in Ling Yan's mental state. Otherwise, he'd probably be at a loss of what to do. Ling Yan understood that now that the village had become a city, the world outside would be the same. However, this made little difference to Ling Yan since the place Ling Yan and his father had lived in before entering closed door cultivation was only the school at the eastern end of the village.

Fang Hui peeked his head out of the blanket and looked at the window, which was already starting to turn white. His entire body was about to collapse as he pouted and chanted an incantation, "Lord Buddha! Just do it so I can get some sleep! Amitabha, please! "

He pulled the pillow over his exquisite and perfect face, and after a while threw it on the corner of the bed. From under the blanket came a slender, snow-white leg, which slowly stood up and then fell down hard on the bed. With a muffled sound, he sat up, and the top half of his pajamas, which looked like a diaphanous suit, was exposed in the air, but it looked very unsightly, and the strap on his left shoulder slid down to one side, revealing a large area of tender white.

With his head down, Fang Hui felt depressed. Usually, he would always sleep, but today, he finally got a leave of absence. Why was he not able to sleep? Fang Hui sighed bitterly. "That damned biological clock isn't as accurate as you normally are."

He turned on the overhead light, went to the bathroom barefooted, and turned around to open the window. It was important to keep the ventilation during the next season. Once the window was opened, a gentle breeze blew into the room. Fang Hui felt very comfortable and the depression of not being able to sleep disappeared with it, but he was still surprised by the sudden arrival of the wind. After the wind had died down, there was no sound from the window at all, as if the wind had been waiting outside, just waiting for the window to open at any time.

After 90 years of age, Fang Hui did not believe in the superstitious theory of wind and ghosts. What he did not know was related to science, but science could not explain that. The moment he turned around, Fang Hui felt a chill run down his spine.

As far as the eye could see, a figure had suddenly appeared beside the bed and was bent over doing something. Fang Hui's almond-shaped eyes opened wide, and before her cherry lips could split open too, she let out a terrified scream. The shadow was right in front of her, and a warm palm covered her mouth in an instant.

Ling Yan had originally intended to poke the girl's acupoints in front of him. That way, it would be easy and fast. However, regardless of the severity of the acupuncture points, it would still do more or less damage to a mortal's body, let alone this delicate girl.

He changed his palm into two fingers and gently pinched the girl's lips. He gently smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. I just have nowhere to go. I'll borrow your hand to understand the situation."

Looking at the girl's still frightened expression, he laughed and said: "I understand what you are feeling at the moment. If there is suddenly one more person in the room, anyone would be nervous. I know you want to scream, but can I trouble you to call her in a lower voice? Because my brother is sleeping, please!"

He put down the hand that was pinching the girl's lips and looked at her with a smile. Ling Yan didn't enter the room recklessly, but rather observed the surroundings for a long time before making his choice. Facing this unfamiliar environment, Ling Yan felt isolated by the world in his heart. The speed down the mountain wasn't fast, and it took him nearly an hour. Taking advantage of this hour, Ling Yan was able to ease the slight discomfort in his heart, while at the same time adjusting his mood so that he could have a good mindset in welcoming this new environment. He released his divine sense to cover the entire city. Since he wanted to integrate with this environment, he had to have some understanding.

It was the darkest time of the night, and also the most active time of the night. The magnetic field at this moment could stimulate the human body's aura and physiological circulation to the greatest extent, allowing the person's metabolism to reach the peak of 24 hours a day.

At night, if a person was able to fall into a deep sleep, not only would the magnetic field help them quickly recover from the fatigue during the day, but it would also treat some hidden injuries in their body that they normally didn't care about. On the other hand, not only was the person who stayed up late not able to receive the 'baptism' of the magnetic field, but they would also continue to deplete their already exhausted body, so it was best not to stay up all night.

(Oh, far away) Most of the people in the city were sleeping soundly, and only a small portion of them were still moving, some working, some writhing wildly in the noise, some jogging on the side of the road without sleep, some swinging their heads and legs, some playing games that were not appropriate for children.

Ling Yan was baffled by what most of them were doing. Furthermore, the lighting itself was confusing. How could it be so bright? Inside the metal box of different sizes, as long as a person was sitting and fiddling with the box, that metal box would automatically move. Magic treasure? It didn't seem like it, because Ling Yan couldn't feel any fluctuations of zhen yuan from within.

With a blank expression on his face, Ling Yan walked down to the foot of the mountain, passing two shining "metal boxes" and crossing the wide and flat "government road". After walking for a distance, Ling Yan entered a residential area filled with tall buildings.

He scanned the several residential buildings in front of him with his spiritual sense, and the images of the interior appeared in his mind one by one. There were four brightly lit rooms, one of them a woman was busy cooking breakfast, while the other was cooking and shouting for her husband to get up; the other seemed to be waiting in line for the toilet, while a man was sleepily standing outside knocking on the door; the remaining two were all surrounded by smoke and four people were all gathered together, fiddling with a few small cubes. Ling Yan didn't know what those cubes were, nor did he know what they were.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ling Yan planned to enter another house which only had one person in it. Although the lights were not on in the room, the people in the bed were tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and muttering nonstop with a troubled look on their faces.

However, at the same time, Ling Yan was a little hesitant, because that person was a girl, and barging into a single girl's room was not really appropriate. At the same time, Ling Yan was a little hesitant, because that person was a girl, and barging into a single girl's room was not really appropriate,

Just as he stood still, the lights in the room lit up, as if the girl knew he was coming and turned on the lights to welcome him. When Fang Hui saw Ling's witty words and said he was taking a brother with him, he couldn't help but glance at the corner of his eye at the bed and indeed saw a cute and cute baby lying there. The baby's eyes were slightly closed and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

Seeing the baby, Fang Hui's overnerved mood eased a little. He subconsciously raised his arms to his chest and realized that the pajamas and sling on his shoulder had unknowingly slanted to the side. He quickly pulled it on. He turned around and looked at the person in front of him who had barged in at midnight. His appearance could be described as handsome, but the messy hair that was a foot long behind him and the clothes worn by the waiter who brought the tea in the TV series made Fang Hui feel slightly confused. Looking at his face that contained a warm smile, Fang Hui did not think that he was a bad person.

One could imagine the strength of Ling Yan's spiritual force in this mortal world. He was gentle, kind, and kind, and the aura he exuded was one that made people yearn to be close to him. Fang Hui was able to gradually ease the nervousness and uneasiness in his heart with this, but he could hide his expression and temperament, and he could not pretend to be close to him. As the owner of the house, he seemed to have something to say. "Who … who are you?" he stammered. "Why … why did you come to my house?" After asking, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Ling Yan couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he heard her words. He had committed a great sin by trespassing into the house and scaring her, so he took a step back and smiled, "My name is Ling Yan, the ambitious Ling Family's language has intruded into your house and disturbed you. I apologize, but about how I appeared in your house, hur hur hur. "Because it's cool and refreshing, you'll hurt the wind by doing this."