"Young man, are you okay?"

An old voice woke Pan Long up. When he opened his eyes, he saw an old woman with kind face, looking at him worriedly.

But what Pan Long noticed immediately was her clothes.

Her dress was definitely not in the northern style. The plaid long skirt with red and black is the base tone, the wrinkled lace on the sleeves and hem of the skirt, the same lace shawl, from the front chest to the waist, the soft round hat on the head... Combined with her blonde hair and blue eyes, Pan Long instantly thought that he had traveled to Europe in his previous life and participated in a festival celebration in a certain countryside.

And by chance, he really heard a sound similar to a celebration.

"Thank you for the kind Goddess of the Moon, thank you for protecting us from good weather, thank you for giving us happiness and peace" - this is a middle-aged man singing a hymn loudly.

Between his two lyrics, many adults and children sang together "Thank you, thank you, thank you." The singing is quite neat, and it is obvious that practicing regularly is definitely not the result of cramming temporarily.

(What's going on?)

Pan Long sat up, held his forehead with his hands, and recalled it carefully for a while before he could sort out his chaotic thoughts.

(Oh, I opened the fragments of the Shanhai Sutra and was sucked into... This is an illusory world created by the fragments of the Shanhai Sutra? This is a little too real, it doesn't look like an illusory look!)

He looked around, but saw that every grass and tree were real and there was no falsehood.

(What my father and grandfather said is really good. Turning virtual into reality and creating an illusory world... Where can people tell whether it is true or false, whether it is false or true!)

(Compared with this world, the VR games I played in my previous life are so fake that they can't be watched!)

He was generally sure that he was sucked into the illusory world by fragments of the Shanhai Sutra. As for why the fragments of the Shanhai Sutra were opened for the first time, it was not the illusory world that could only be practiced, but the illusory world that could be practiced? That was a good explanation. Perhaps my father had already filled it with spiritual energy before.

Once this problem is solved, the next problem will follow.

What kind of world is this?

He was a little confused.

The fragments of the mountains and seas create an illusory world, which is not completely created out of nothing, but must be created based on the master's conception. Only when the master conceives a landscape can it create a landscape; only when the master conceives a city can it create a city; only when the master conceives a treasure can it create a treasure... Everything depends on the master's conception.

So who is the concept of this world now?

The first thing he thought of was his father Pan Lei.

In the past few decades, the fragments of the Shanhai Jing were all in my father's hands. Even more than ten days ago, it was still the same. Then, perhaps my father had already conceived a world, and even the fragments of the Shanhai Jing had created it, just waiting for the owner to open it.

This is the most reasonable possibility.

But after looking around, he didn't feel very similar.

My father once said that the most valuable world is the grassland full of strange flowers and plants, or just a medicine garden full of spiritual medicines. This way, you can eat it directly and digest it, get a "system bug" and get more benefits. Although it is limited to insufficient spiritual energy and cannot create too high-quality spiritual medicines, it is not of sufficient quality and quantity to supplement it. Ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, Poria cocos, Polygonatum, Polygonatum, etc., will always replenish vital energy and be very beneficial to cultivation.

This is probably how my father was able to reach the innate realm in just over a decade.

Moreover, there are never too many spiritual medicines. There are more than 100 martial arts practitioners in the Pan family, and they have a great demand for spiritual medicines, and no matter how much they are, it is not enough.

But looking at the surroundings, it was just an ordinary village, with no trace of herbs at all, which was completely different from what my father said.

Obviously, this world was not designed by my father.

So, is it because of grandfather's move? He has also used fragments of Shanhai Jing for decades, and even surpassed his father in terms of "working experience". Moreover, he has lived in the Central Plains over the years and has really learned something that is not obvious and powerful. Maybe he can really do this.

...It's not very similar, the style is wrong.

Judging from the appearance of people in this world, you will know that it is impossible for any northerner to be the work of - northerner people like a sturdy and burly figure, regardless of gender. What they pursue is to get off the horse and hit jackals, get on the horse and shoot wild geese, and dream of standing on the fist and running on the arms. The kind of gentle and elegant temperament and dignified and gentle appearance are completely inconsistent with their aesthetic views and will only be ridiculed by them as "rabbit".

Well, the people in this village, regardless of gender, age, belong to the type of "rabbit" in the mouths of northerners.

If he hadn't had two lifetime memories and had experiences far beyond ordinary northerners as a basis, he would probably have felt like most northerners that the people in this village were all members of the rabbit family.

Moreover, their dresses are full of European style in their previous lives, which is very different from those of the northerners - Pan Long has not even seen similar dresses in any calligraphy and painting works in this world.

Although my grandfather lived in the Central Plains over the years and learned a lot of things from the Central Plains, he was still a northerner in his bones. The aesthetics of the northerner and the clothing habits of the northerner... these should not change.

In other words, most of the world was not designed by grandpa.

Since none of them are, who does this world come from?

Own?

He observed the village in confusion, trying to find something from his memory that could match his name.

This is a small village, with only about forty or fifty rooms, surrounded by a circle of wooden fences. From the wooden fence, this place should be quite safe, and the most common dangerous beasts will not exceed jackals or the like.

The people in the village were dressed similarly to the old woman in front of him, with a prominent European style. They also looked like blond and blue eyes, but they had never seen any black hair.

What's even more interesting is that he glanced at least twenty or thirty faces, but he didn't see even one with a crooked face. Even if he was relatively ugly, he had at least a straight facial features. Many of them could even be considered pretty - for example, this old woman had a lot of white hair on her temples, but looking at the outline of her face and the temperament between her eyebrows and eyes, she must have been a great beauty in her youth.

She is not an exception. Among the people Pan Long saw at one glance, there were at least three or four handsome men and beautiful women of her level.

This is basically certain that this world should have been conceived by him.

A great man once said, "The so-called 'universe' writing... means adding one eye to a normal human body, stretching its neck by two or three feet long." People's imagination cannot exceed his own experience, and no one will be exceptional.

Just like those who make up stories, the protagonists of stories compiled by scholars are mostly scholars; the protagonists of stories compiled by martial artists are mostly martial artists. Even if things may not match their experiences, the details in the story must be familiar to them.

He had basically no impression of this unknown village. But the appearance of men and women in the village was obviously in line with his aesthetic view. Only he knew their clothes, and the world obviously came from his memory.

So the world he is in at this moment must be matched with something in his two lifetimes of experience.

"Young man, are you okay?"

Only then did Pan Long notice that the old woman was still looking at him worriedly. He hurriedly smiled and said that he was fine. The old woman felt relieved and turned around and walked towards the other side where she was gathering.

Pan Long's eyes also naturally looked at the gathering place, which was a small square, with two or three hundred people gathering there, and more villagers were walking towards it.

They have men and women, old and young. Although they dress a little simple, they all look cheerful. It can be seen that they are indeed celebrating a festival.

He noticed even more that the appearance of these people had a certain...feeling familiar to him.

(How do their faces and body lines look so familiar? Where should I have seen this...painting style?)

He thought silently, but could not remember where he had seen someone who looked like this.

This looks a bit like a European festival, but he has never been to Europe in his previous life!

He shook his head silently and continued to think.

What he minds the most is the appearance of people in this world.

The people he saw were all very beautiful. Among the two or three hundred people, there were no ugly ones, but there were many handsome men and beautiful women.

More importantly, these people have similar appearances - not that they look similar, but that their temperament, the kind of thing hidden in the lines of their faces and figures, can be called "painting style", has quite obvious similarities.

This similarity has the flavor of "the same family", but it is subtlely different from that... It is like a certain painter who paints a series of works according to a general idea... Moreover, he must have seen this style of painting somewhere, and even was very familiar with it...

At this moment, he noticed a statue slightly behind the small square and the person standing in front of the statue.

It was a statue of the goddess holding the moon wheel in both hands, surrounded by a clump of flowers. There was also a transparent gem on the chest of the statue, which shone in the sun.

And the little girl standing among the crowd with her back facing a stone statue, her appearance and figure were like the same mold as the statue. If the statue turned into a human, perhaps someone would believe it.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

(I remembered it!)

It was like a flash of lightning breaking through the chaos, and he finally remembered what kind of world it was.
Chapter completed!