C2 The past is cloudy

With a creaking sound, the wooden door was gently pushed open. Then, he flipped the handle and closed the door. At the same time, he put down the wooden door and locked it. Although there would be no theft in this village, it had become a habit in the past four years. Besides, he had an unknown secret.

It was because of this unknown secret that allowed him to be reborn, to be reborn with this Changmen Niepo status.

He put down the basket and the tools needed to pick the tea leaves, then poured himself a cup of cold water and gulped it down. Although it was no longer midsummer, the autumn tigers were still strong enough. It seemed as cool and refreshing as ever, but it was still as hot as ever. Fortunately, they were at the foot of Tea Fragrance Mountain, so they could feel the coolness of the mountain. If they were in a town, the scorching weather would have been scorched like a pig being roasted.

Besides, it was already night time. It was drizzling heavily outside, but there was no change in the temperature.

"Damned weather. No matter which world it is in, this autumn tiger is truly a headache." Changmen Niepo couldn't help but grumble in his heart, pour another cup of water, and drink it all in one gulp. It was as if after drinking this cup of cold water, he gradually felt a little cold.

He looked around and saw a dilapidated wooden house that looked like a refugee camp. There was a wooden bed with two layers of flowery cloth on top and a neatly folded blanket on top. Next came a wooden table and a wooden stool, as well as some cooking utensils in the kitchen where he had lived for four years.

Even so, facing this place that he had lived for four years, where everything could be summarized with the word "broken", Changmen Niepo still felt that he was not used to it. Although the sparrow was small, it was well-equipped. Even though this was an extremely dilapidated wooden house, there was still everything that was supposed to be there.

However, for Fujimori, who had crossed over from that world, his new OPPO smartphone, his iPad, and his WiFi all disappeared without a trace. Because in this damned world, there's no such thing as that!

To someone from that world, without a smartphone, iPad, or WiFi, it would be inconceivable. It would be no different from being deaf and blind. However, despite being "blind" and "deaf," the only fortunate thing was that at least the three hegemons of the imperial harem, the six major powers, wouldn't be tormenting him anymore. Even if he had been a bookworm, he really couldn't take this.

Even though he said that, he would still occasionally reminisce about the three hegemons and six major powers of the harem. After all, he had spent the better part of half a year there.

"Hu!"

After exhaling a mouthful of impure Qi, he ignored all distracting thoughts and slowly walked towards the bedside. Closing the window, he pulled up the curtains manually and conveniently lit a white candle that was about to burn out. The moment he lit it, Changmen Niepo had already sat cross-legged on the wooden bed.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them again. The previous scene had already echoed in his mind. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that he would use that move, the Long Gate Acupoint Charging Technique that he hadn't used for a long time. Speaking of this Long Gate Acupoint Charging Art, it was actually not a product of this world, but was brought along with him.

At this moment, Changmen Niepo who was seated cross-legged had already taken out two completely different books from the inside of his pillow. Although one of the books appeared slightly old and yellowed, one could clearly read the contents written on the cover. However, the other book was completely different. It was so tattered that one could not even tell what was written on the cover. Even Changmen Niepo started to suspect that there was nothing written on the cover of that tattered ancient book.

What made him even weirder was that the item he called an old tattered book had only a piece of white paper. He did not know how many times he had flipped through the book. The result was the same, not a single word was written inside.

So sometimes, he had to use some chemical process to make this ancient book reveal itself. However, even if he was to use all sorts of chemical reactions, this old book was just like a stubborn person, not giving him any face at all. In the end, Changmen Niepo had the urge to tear it apart.

Only, one year later, Changmen Niepo no longer thought that this was a useless and tattered Ancient Book, but instead treated it like a treasure. This was because this ancient book would give him a mysterious power at certain crucial moments. If he didn't have this ancient book, he probably wouldn't be able to reach his current level.

He did not expect that after transmigrating to this world, there would already be those so-called cultivators. It was just that the cultivators here were no longer illusory like the world before, but actually existed.

Cultivators, from lowest to highest, were: Body Tempering, Soul Refining, Immortal Cultivation, and Tribulations. I heard that the only people who managed to reach the last step of the sage realm, which was to ascend to the Immortal Class, were the founder of this world's ancestors, the Ancient Sacred Ancestor, and the founder of a cultivation sect, the Daoist Master Yun Ye.

Other than that, there seemed to be nothing else. Even if there were prodigies and geniuses, they would only be able to cross the final tribulation.

Speaking of Changmen Niepo, he could be considered lucky. What he never would have thought of was that after he possessed this youth named Changmen Niepo, his family actually had a cultivation technique. Although he didn't know how powerful this cultivation technique was, it had already set him on the path of cultivation. The cultivation technique in his home was called the Long Door Heart Technique.

It was unknown if it was a coincidence or something, but after attaching himself to this young deity, it was actually identical to his surname. The same surname belonged to the Zhang Clan, Changmen Niepo. Plus, back in his original world, his family was a martial arts family, and they were good at poking points.

Today, for the first time in this world, he used his family's acupuncture point technique, the Long Gate acupuncture point. Due to the surprising discovery that he made a few years ago that this person's physique was extremely weak, so weak that he could not believe that he could actually live for eleven or twelve years?

Perhaps that was right. There were no coincidences in the world, only necessity. He had been brought into this world by that tattered old book from a bookworm worshipped by thousands of people. He had been turned into a little bastard who had been despised and despised by the people around him. Many people found it difficult to accept such a change in identity.

"Sigh, it's been four years. Unknowingly, I've lived for four years." Changmen Niepo said to himself as he sat crossed legged. He slightly raised his head, looked at the roof, and thought for a while. When he thought here, he said, "I'm afraid that I can only be filial in the next life."

As he thought of this, Changmen Niepo habitually flipped open the tattered ancient book. When he flipped to a certain page, a bookmark, which was imprinted with the cartoon pattern of "Xia Eye-Friend's Tent", appeared in front of his eyes. In the blank space of the bookmark, there were three words written in a completely different font from this world — — Long Gate Cloud.

"Long Gate Cloud …" His face was gloomy, with a hint of worry, but also a trace of melancholy, and even more so, a trace of sadness, "It's been four whole years. If I don't open it, I'm afraid I've forgotten myself.

It was up to the individual to decide what was good and what was bad. Even though he had decided to use the name Changmen Niepo, he would never forget that the person who gave him life to nurture his children had given him this name. How could he change his name? Even if he had transmigrated, his body would no longer contain the blood of those two. However, this soul, deep inside of their souls, was the crystallization of both of them.

"Damn you, Shun Zi, you're absolutely right. You'll only know what you love the most after you lose it!" Recalling the words of his best friend from school back in that world, he suddenly felt like laughing, "I wonder if Little Shun has been able to catch up with the school belle for the past four years." He couldn't help but want to laugh. In the past, when that guy chased after the school belle, he had no use for her. He could even be called a prodigy.

I remember one time, the school belle told him that if he wanted to chase after her, he would have to pass our school's top scorer in the monthly exams.

Of course, a bookworm naturally referred to the Yun Che of back then. After that, Little Shun Zi not only crazily searched for textbooks, but he also continuously paid attention to him after class, hoping that he would go easy on her during the monthly exams. He also said that there would definitely be a reprimand for her after things were done.

...

In the blink of an eye, four years had passed. Even if it wasn't long or short, it wouldn't stop. Sometimes, a year's time could change a lot, not to mention that four years had passed. Right now, he was no longer Changmen Yun. And he could only wish all his friends and family in that world happiness and well-being.

Once again inhaling and exhaling, until he finally managed to exhale the foul air, Changmen Niepo picked up the bookmark, and then placed it on the candle flame. The moment the two touched, a feeling of indescribable discomfort and even sadness hit his heart.

Looking at the slowly burning bookmark, when the flame finally reached the three words written on the blank page, the sadness that assaulted his heart only grew in an instant, as if he couldn't suppress it any longer.

Names were extremely important. Names were also extremely powerful. Names were also extremely full of life. And now, he would burn this name of the past, and continue this name. It was just that the fact that he had burned down the name of the past did not mean that he had burned himself.

The past had already turned into smoke, and he was about to be reincarnated.

...

Outside, the drizzling rain was quietly falling, like the silver threads of countless silk ejected from a silkworm. Tens of thousands of threads rippled through the small village at the foot of the Tea Fragrance Mountain. The long and long gauze covered the small village with a layer of night rain and silver clothing that was hard to come by.

Inside the house, next to the bed, burned black bookmarks. On the bed, a youth with his eyes closed and a deep expression seemed to have cut off the past, but he had already continued with his own method.

"This boy is about to break through?"

Nearby, both of them had their eyes wide open as they stared blankly at each other.

"A few days ago, I saw him at the fifth rank. It's only been a short period of time, and he's already breaking through to the sixth rank?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment. Their faces were filled with disbelief.