I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

For ordinary people, immortals are too ethereal.

After the fall of the Kingdom of Yue, many immortals' books were burned. The "immortals" who helped the Kingdom of Yue suppress the peasant army were besieged by five innate masters and died in the palace.

Since then, the theory of immortal cultivation has become a legend in the land of Yue.

Three hundred years have passed.

During these three hundred years, no one has ever seen an immortal. Generation after generation, no one has believed in the theory of immortal cultivation. Only some large families with a long history still retain some records, and there is still some awe of the immortals in their hearts.

Qingya County has also changed its name.

It is now called Beihe County.

The county town is as dilapidated as ever. Chen Luo walks on the street with a donkey, and can no longer find the shadow of the past. Even the main roads in the city have changed. The original county town was located in the north of the mountain, but now it has developed to the south.

The northern city area backed by the mountain was divided out and became a district under Beihe County.

"Our place has been called Beihe County since ancient times, and I have never heard of the name Qingya County." At the entrance of the alley, an old man sitting on a small stool looked Chen Luo up and down.

This old man was the oldest one Chen Luo had met nearby.

Originally, he wanted to chat with this old man, but he found that this old man hated scholars very much. Before he finished two sentences, he began to educate people.

"I have seen many young people like you! Don't think that you can rule the world after reading a few books. I, an old man, have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice."

Chen Luo laughed and ignored this person.

He led the donkey out of the alley and stopped in front of a house on the corner of the street.

This road is still there.

Although the owner of the house has changed and the style has changed greatly, the basic outline is still there.

More than 600 years ago, Chen Luo learned martial arts here. Master Ma was sitting at the gate at the time, and it was Uncle San who shamelessly pushed himself into his door. Chen Luo met Sister He here and walked out of a different life from Uncle San.

Later, he entered the immortal way and embarked on the road of cultivation.

Memories came like a tide.

"Who are you looking for?"

A voice full of vigilance sounded, pulling Chen Luo back from his thoughts.

The wooden door that was originally closed was opened at some point, and a woman in a flowered cotton jacket was looking at him with a wary face.

"I'm looking for Master Ma."

Chen Luo smiled and said Master Ma's name.

"You've found the wrong place. Our family name is Lu."

The woman closed the door with a bang. Chen Luo knew that the woman was still standing behind the door, and she was holding a rolling pin in her nervous right hand. In places like the North City District, there are countless rogues, and if you show a little weakness, you will be bullied.

Chen Luo did not continue to disturb her, but led the donkey away.

He had seen the scene inside the house with his spiritual sense a long time ago.

The yard where he and Sister He practiced boxing in the past has now become a place for washing clothes. Rows of wooden racks were full of washed clothes. Even if he went in, he couldn't find any traces of the past.

It's better not to look.

'Are you really looking for someone? '

The woman opened the door, glanced at Chen Luo who was leaving, muttered, and then closed the door again.

Chen Luo walked on the street for half a day.

Except for the street where Ma Quezi lived, the yard where his third uncle lived and the place where the county government was located in the past have all become residential houses. Not to mention the people inside, even the orientation of the houses has changed.

Chen Luo just took a look from a distance and left.

Chenjia Village has become a wasteland, and there is some burnt black soil on the ground. It is estimated that there was a fire in this place a hundred years ago. All the people in the village have moved away from here.

It was approaching dusk.

Chen Luo returned to Qingya County and stopped in front of a noodle stall.

The noodle sellers were an old couple. Chen Luo chose to stop here because they made him feel like old friends from six hundred years ago.

"Your noodles with sauerkraut."

The boss placed the hot beef noodles in front of him and gave him two plates of pickled vegetables.

"Thank you."

Chen Luo thanked him and took a bite of the chopsticks from the bamboo tube. It tasted very fragrant. Even after more than six hundred years, some things have not changed.

The only thing that has changed is the people.

"Are you from another place? You look unfamiliar."

There were not many guests in the evening. Beihe County had a very small population. The boss had a fixed number of guests every day. It was inevitable that he was curious about the sudden appearance of Chen Luo, a strange face. Chen Luo's dress and temperament did not look like an ordinary person at first glance.

Ordinary people in this era were not as clean as him.

"I am also a local."

Six hundred years ago.

Chen Luo added silently in his heart.

"Ah?"

The boss became interested and changed the official language to his hometown dialect. The language became more friendly, and Chen Luo could understand it. However, after six hundred years, there would inevitably be some changes. However, this was not a difficult thing for Chen Luo. He only needed to learn a little bit to change.

"Looking at your dress, you must be doing something big outside."

He did not ask Chen Luo if he was an official. After the overthrow of the Great Yue Kingdom, the newly established Chu Kingdom had its own official system. As long as it was a court official, the clothing was obviously different from that of ordinary people.

"If my mother had not been in poor health, I would have definitely gone out to make a living."

Chen Luo ate noodles and listened to the boss's chattering silently.

The shop owner is named Chen Liu, and his wife is named Du Lan. Both of them are native locals. In his words, their Chen family was from Beihe County hundreds of years ago. At that time, Beihe County was called Qingya County, and Da Chu had not yet been established.

"Do you know Qingya County?"

Chen Luo was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that the noodle stall owner actually knew Qingya County. He had been around the city for a day and asked several old people, but they didn't know Qingya County.

"Of course, our Chen family's ancestors have produced great figures, but it's a pity that my generation has declined." The boss should have said this to many people.

Unfortunately, no one believed it. Seeing Chen Luo's inquiry, he immediately explained.

"Can you tell me about it?"

Chen Luo took out two copper coins and put them on the table.

Delaying other people's business, naturally compensation should be given. These copper coins were borrowed by Chen Luo from the county magistrate's house. In the basement of the county magistrate's house, copper coins were piled up like a mountain, and many ropes were gnawed by rats and scattered everywhere.

"Since the guest is willing to listen, I will tell you everything I know."

Chen Liu did not take the copper coins, but moved a small stool to sit next to him and began to tell the legend of his ancestors.

The Chen family was also a big family in the county in the past.

According to the stall owner, his great grandfather's generation was a famous landlord. Even if the county magistrate came to Beihe County, he had to visit their home first. But later he got addicted to gambling and lost all his family business and the fertile land in the family. When his grandfather was in charge, there were only two ancestral houses and some worthless family trees left in the family.

It is said that the old man wanted to sell the ancestral house, but when he had this idea, he died of a sudden illness, so the ancestral house was preserved.

The story told by the stall owner was what he found in the family tree when he was a child.

"Don't look at me selling noodles here now. I also knew how to read when I was a child." After the stall owner finished speaking, he dipped his index finger in water and wrote his name on the table.

Chen Liu.

The name is simple, but being able to read and write is one of the few things the stall owner is proud of. Most of the people living in this alley are illiterate, and many people don't even know how to write their own names. The stall owner can write his own name, which is enough for him to stand out. When he was young, he relied on this calligraphy to coax his wife and not be a bachelor.

"The years recorded in our Chen family tree are longer than the history books of the Great Chu court."

The stall owner talked a lot about his ancestors. Chen Luo heard a general idea from this information. When he looked at the stall owner in front of him, he finally understood where this sense of familiarity came from.

Descendants of the Chen family.

"Say less, you believe the nonsense made up by your ancestors, and you are not afraid of being laughed at by the guests." Seeing that the head of the family was talking more and more, the old woman couldn't help but pick up the soup spoon and knocked it on the table twice.

Seeing his wife get angry, Chen Liu subconsciously shrank his neck.

But he soon reacted, probably because he was afraid of losing face in front of the guests, so he stiffened his neck and said something.

"We are the men who are talking. When will it be your turn as a woman to talk too much?"

"The genealogy of your Chen family is a fabrication. The first chapter is about immortals. Why don't you say anything about this?!"

The old woman's eyes widened when she saw this.

The stall owner who had just stood up sat back immediately.

"Maybe our Chen family's ancestors were really immortals." He muttered, but this time he spoke in a very low voice.

Obviously, he himself did not believe that there were immortals in the world.

If there were really immortals, why didn't an immortal appear after the Chu Dynasty had been established for more than 300 years and several generations of kings had sought immortals all over the world?

"Maybe."

Chen Luo stood up and patted Chen Liu's shoulder. A ray of spiritual energy that was invisible to the naked eye flowed through his palm and merged into Chen Liu's body. The old illness that had accumulated in the body for many years disappeared without a trace under this ray of spiritual energy.

After doing this, he put another copper coin on the table.

Then he left the noodle stall, took the donkey next to him, and left the ancient alley.

Chen Liu is the descendant of his younger brother Chen Lin. When his father left Qingya County, he went to the capital to become a high-ranking official. Later, he gave Chen Luo a younger brother and a younger sister. Chen Lin was his younger brother.

Chen Luo still had a deep impression of his younger brother Chen Lin.

When he left Yue State, he met Chen Lin once, but that was many years ago. Chen Lin did not have the talent to cultivate immortals, and Chen Luo's methods at that time could not change his fate. All he could do was to ensure his prosperity for a lifetime.

Now thinking back, Chen Luo found that he almost forgot what Chen Lin looked like, and even the name became a little vague (end of this chapter)