You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 362 A Future Without Zuo Chen

Zuo Chen looked up and down at Yang Le's clothing style, made a quick assessment, and then snapped his fingers.

The Taoist uniform on his body changed with a snap of his fingers, and in the blink of an eye it turned into casual clothes.

Light blue jacket, white T-shirt, jeans.

His long hair was simply tied into a long ponytail, hanging behind his head.

In just a blink of an eye, he transformed from a handsome and elegant Taoist priest into a modern man with an artistic atmosphere.

It’s just that Zuo Chen’s aura is too honest and mature. Even if he changes into such clothes, no one would regard him as a student in the school, but as a social person who has sneaked in from outside the school.

Yang Leduo glanced at Zuo Chen twice, his eyes somewhat strange.

The magic of the dream system?
This kind of technique can often create all kinds of unique illusions, and students in the art department often learn this skill.

Could this person be a senior from the Art Department?

It doesn’t look like it either.

Even at Kyoto Shulou University, nine out of ten students in this group are mediocre. To reach the level of the other party...

I'm afraid he must be an industry elite.

"I don't have any money, can you treat me to a meal?"

Zuo Chen spoke in a very familiar manner.

Yang Le: “…”

……

But in the end, Yang Le still brought Zuo Chen to the school cafeteria.

He ordered a bowl of hot dry noodles, while Zuo Chen ordered a plate of fried rice and an extra large carbonated drink.

All the money was paid by Yang Le.

Yang Le really wanted to reject this strange man of unknown background, but because the skills displayed by the other party were too powerful, Yang Le did not want to have a conflict with him.

What if this guy suddenly loses his mind and starts to attack with a series of punches? His small body may not be able to withstand it.

By that time, I will be lying in the hospital. If the other party issues a mental certificate and I don't have to pay, wouldn't that be a huge loss?
It is better to get rid of this plague god as much as possible, and after this matter is over, call the police directly and wait for the police to deal with this idiot.

Zuo Chen could naturally tell what Yang Le was thinking, but he didn't care. He just happily finished his fried rice, then picked up the carbonated drink and drank it in big gulps.

After drinking the cup, Zuo Chen showed a very satisfied expression.

In his previous life, he didn't like this kind of bubbling syrup very much, but he missed it a little after not drinking it for a long time.

Now, after drinking a glass of drink, he felt relieved of his obsession.

"Sir...what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zuo Chen had no intention of leaving after finishing his meal, Yang Le's face turned a little ugly. He could only ask cautiously, while putting his hand on the communication sachet and began typing to his roommates.

However, he soon discovered that red exclamation marks flashed after all the messages he sent out.

There was no way out at all.

"Don't be nervous, I will definitely not harm you." Zuo Chen smiled and waved his hand: "I saw a unique dream mist in the communication sachet before, what is that?"

“Ah?” Yang Le took a moment to react: “Sachet game? You ask that? That’s the shitty game that was recently launched. It’s terrible.”

"Is that so?" Zuo Chen's tone was filled with surprise: "Are there many games like this now?"

“Huh?” Yang Le was a little confused: “There are a lot of them in the app store. If you want to play, just buy it and download it.”

Zuo Chen nodded and became interested.

Waiting for him to get one.

It's not for playing the games above, but mainly to see how the communication sachets have developed over the years.

"No, big brother, you really don't even know this?" Yang Le couldn't help but said, "And who are you? You eat my food and drink my drinks, at least tell me who you are?"

"Yeah, that makes sense." Zuo Chen nodded, then pointed to his nose and said:

"The communication sachet in your hand was invented by me."

Yang Le: “?”

Without giving Yang Le time to react, Zuo Chen simply told him about his situation.

At first, Yang Le looked like he was listening attentively, but soon his expression became tense.

By the time Zuo Chen finished speaking, Yang Le's face was already twisted.

I wanted to say something but stopped, and after holding it in for a long time, I finally squeezed out a few words:

"A time travel from the past?"

"I came from the past."

"You didn't lie to me?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

Yang Le adjusted his mood and said:
"You are just like me, Emperor Caiyi of the Great Xuan Dynasty. I am resurrected and I am in need of a general. It's no different if I V50 you and let you be the commander-in-chief... and she is a woman, okay..."

“Huh?” Zuo Chen, who was originally full of smiles, was also stunned, “Cai Yi? Cai Yi is my apprentice.”

“Ah? Your apprentice?” Yang Le immediately shook his head: “Don’t lie to me, my history grades in high school were among the top five in the class, which was great!”

But he immediately recalled:
"Cai Yi's master... master... the classics do say that Mr. Cai Yi has a powerful master who is a god, but that's just a myth."

When Yang Le said this, the look in Zuo Chen's eyes had become even stranger.

According to this person, he came from the distant past.

This method of crossing the long river of time does appear frequently in many film and television works, and has been enduring as a romantic fantasy. But fantasy is fantasy after all, and reality is reality. Except for the mentally ill, no one will mix fantasy and reality together.

Could this person be a psychopath who has read too many mythological stories?

Compared to the immortal old man who came from the past, Yang Le still felt that the other party was more like a jailbroken psychopath with brain problems.

After hearing what Yang Le just said, Zuo Chen also frowned slightly.

He sensed something was wrong:

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Our school has a library full of history books. Can't you go and have a look yourself..."

Yang Le mumbled a little, but finally told Zuo Chen the story of "Colorful Clothes" honestly.

In this version of the story, Zuo Chen does not appear.

More than two thousand years ago, Daliang was in chaos. Various princes fought for power in the world. The people were living in misery and the country was on the verge of collapse.

In this situation, a cultivator named Caiyi suddenly appeared. He pacified the evil vassal kings by his own strength, and then traveled throughout Daliang and took control of the Daliang royal family.

She came to Kyoto, took charge of the Kyoto Library, carried out extensive reforms, and invented many convenient tools such as the wooden ox, communication sachets, and flying boats. Eventually, she became the new emperor of this world and changed the country's name to "Xuan".

The Xuan Dynasty developed smoothly. Although there were many internal conflicts in its long history, it eventually became stable and peaceful.

Today it has become a huge, prosperous and peaceful city-state.

The place where Yang Le is now is the former Kyoto Library, which is now the highest institution of learning in the entire Daxuan.

When Zuo Chen heard the whole story, he was shocked.

How come this is completely different from the story I remember?

Queen Daxuan’s colorful clothes?

Zuo Chen carefully imagined what Caiyi would look like with a stern face, wearing a crown, a royal robe, and sitting on the throne.

No, I can’t imagine it at all!

"What about now? Where is Caiyi now?"

"Ah? He died a long time ago."

Yang Le rolled his eyes:
"It's been two thousand years. Even the most powerful practitioners must have died."

Zuo Chen frowned even deeper when he heard this:

"It's only been two thousand years. Even if Caiyi neglected her training, she couldn't possibly have lived that short."

Yang Le felt that he would not be able to continue communicating with this person.

He thought that how long a cultivator could live! Those with lesser cultivation could live for 200 years at most. Those with more advanced cultivation could live for 300 years.

"Let's not talk about this for now." Zuo Chen didn't continue to dwell on this matter: "What about the bitter sea? How to deal with the bitter sea?"

"Sea of ​​suffering? What sea of ​​suffering?"

This time, Yang Le's face showed pure confusion.

"You don't know the sea of ​​suffering?"

"Should I know?"

"..."

Zuo Chen thought for two seconds:
"Is there an ancestor named Yang Zile?"

"…I don't have the habit of looking through my family tree."

"alright."

Zuo Chen also felt that this topic could not be continued: "Anyway, thank you very much."

It seems that I have to find the officials of Daliang...Daxuan to find out the situation.

This future seems peaceful, but the details are full of weirdness.

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

After thinking for a few seconds, Zuo Chen reached into his sleeve, took out a large hat of gold, and placed it directly on the table in the restaurant.

With a bang, Yang Le felt the table in front of him shake twice.

Yang Le's eyes widened.

What a huge pile of gold!
"Consider this as my thank you gift to you."

After saying that, Zuo Chen turned around and took a step, and the whole person disappeared from the spot.

Only Yang Le was left staring blankly at the huge piece of gold on the table.

He suddenly came to his senses and reached out to pick up the gold from the table.

It was too heavy and I couldn’t lift it the first time, and I almost dropped this big gold brick to the ground.

This time he used his Taoism to pick it up, but his arms were shaking due to its heavy weight.

It’s so heavy... This thing must be real gold!

Could it be that the person really came from ancient times?
Yang Le's mind was a little dazed.

That myself...

Still calling the police?

(End of this chapter)