Although Li Anran has very little historical knowledge, he also knows that if he really travels back to the first year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, other problems are not urgent. The first thing to solve is his identity.

Looking at his Taoist robe, Zhao Er shouted again as a Taoist priest. Naturally, Li Anran would not be stupid enough to make some lame excuse for returning from overseas like the protagonists in time-travel novels.

"Is this a mount? Isn't that Taoist priest a god?"

Zhao Er, who had just been startled by the roar of the powerful engine of the three-wheeled bicycle, immediately classified this thing as an immortal mount in myths and legends.

"Immortal? A poor Taoist would not dare to be called this. At most, he is just a Qi practitioner."

In fact, Li Anran also wanted to take the title of Immortal. After all, with this identity, it was really not difficult for him to make a name for himself in the Tang Dynasty.

As for the immortal magic that matches the immortal, Li Anran has followed the wandering Taoist Li Guizhen for so long, and he still knows a little bit about the methods of those charlatan sorcerers.

Such as three-point penetration into wood, deep-fried imps, words written into stone tablets, drunkenness of the gods, flying palms to attract butterflies, etc. However, these are not the contents of the Chunyang Palace inheritance.

It was the old Taoist priest Li Guizhen who had been wandering around for many years and sorted out the tricks of charlatans to deceive people in order to gain more experience for Li Anran.

In Li Anran's view, these methods were no problem to fool some ancient people, but they were difficult to use against those scheming people above the temple.

Even if not everyone can see the truth, as long as there is one who can, Li Anran, who pretends to be a god, will inevitably fall into a desperate situation.

What's more, the name of this god is not so easy to use. Not only can he move mountains and seas, but Li Anran can't do things like reaching for the stars and the moon. Even if he is hit by a knife or an arrow, he will still die an ugly death.

Relatively speaking, the identity of this Qi Master is much easier to deal with. Some things that he cannot do can be explained by his lack of academic skills or specialization in the art.

If Zhao Er was a little confused about the identity of the Qi Refiner at the beginning, he completely "understood" it when he sat on the top and started to drive down the mountain.

For Zhao Er, Li Anran's mount not only made a roaring sound, but could also run on its own. What else could it be if it wasn't a god's mount?

Since this is the mount of gods, who else can ride on it besides gods? However, I never thought that I could also sit on it.

Being able to ride with the gods, this experience directly kept Zhao Er's spirit in a state of excitement, and even the bumps on the mountain road were completely ignored.

What made Li Anran happy was that the area he was in was already on the outskirts of the Qinling Mountains, and it was not far from Zhaojia Village, so the journey there was smooth.

Except that this section of the mountain road is really bumpy, and some places are not easy to walk, so you need to take a detour elsewhere, there is not much trouble.

After the two people and the car finally climbed over the last hill along the gap between the trees, Li Anran felt that there was an empty space in front of him, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Since he was a child, he followed the old man Li Guizhen to treat people and administer medicine in eight villages. It is no exaggeration to say that Li Anran knows the environment near Lishui County like the back of his hand.

But the village located at the bottom of the rugged hillside, not too far from the river, was not at all a known village near Lishui County.

Li Anran felt quite sad when he saw that it was still a question of whether there were twenty households in total, and every household was basically a thatched mud house.

It’s not that I feel sad that this village is very poor, but it seems that I have really traveled through time. I have traveled to the first year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, which is the era when Li Shimin just ascended the throne.

After leaving the mountain, the last section of the road was obviously a narrow path that had been trampled by the villagers for many years. Although the road condition was still very bad, it was still much easier to walk than in the mountain.

It just so happened that the three-wheeler had low requirements on road conditions. Except for Li Anran and Zhao Er who were sitting on it, who were a little uncomfortable due to the bumps, the speed was increased.

With the sound of the engine roaring, Li Anran soon met the others except Zhao Er, a group of young guys who were mowing the grass with baskets on their backs.

After discovering Li Anran, or to be precise, they discovered Bian Sanlun, these shota and loli, who were wearing very shabby clothes, were all dumbfounded.

"Xian, Taoist Priest, stop for a moment, I saw my dog ​​egg."

Zhao Er, who was sitting in the sidecar and holding the handle in front of him tightly to prevent himself from being thrown out, quickly opened his mouth after his eyes fell on a piece of grass.

"Goudan? Where is it?"

Before leaving the mountain, Li Anran specifically asked Zhao Er about the situation at home, and naturally knew that this bitch was his son, so he stopped the car.

Before Zhao Er had time to answer, the jolting stopped suddenly, and he suddenly felt nausea in his chest and abdomen. He quickly jumped out of the car and ran to the side and vomited.

Listening to the sound of vomiting, Li Anran, who was still riding the three-wheeler, also felt a sense of acidity in his mouth. Who knew that the road just out of the mountain was too difficult to walk.

If it weren't for Zhao Er's strength, the two of them had to carry the cart to pass in some places, and they would probably have to leave the three-wheeler in the mountains for the time being.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! What's wrong with you?"

Just when Zhao Er was holding on to a tree on the side of the road and vomiting, Li Anran saw a half-grown boy running over from a short distance carrying a bamboo basket.

"Grandpa? Didn't Zhao Er say he saw his son? Why did he become a grandfather when he came here? But at this age, it seems unlikely?"

Looking at this little guy who was relatively thin and looked very similar to Zhao Er, Li Anran became a little confused by his name.

Based on Zhao Er's experience of living in the mountains for many years, the nausea caused by the bumpy ride was just a temporary discomfort, and he felt much better after vomiting for a while.

After the couple, who didn't know whether they were father and son or grandfather and grandson, exchanged a few words in dialect, they came to the side of Bian Sanlun together.

"Xian... Taoist Master, this is our little boy Goudan."

Zhao Er, who had a silly smile on his face, touched his son's head with a happy expression on his face.

When it came to the half-grown boy named Goudan, he was obviously a bit acquainted with life. Especially when he saw Bian Sanlun, there was a look of fear in his eyes.

"Zhao Er, is this your son?"

"yes."

"Uh... got it."

After confirming the relationship between the two fathers, Li Anran still didn't know that the title "Aye" was probably the title used by ordinary people in the Tang Dynasty to address their father.

Watching Zhao Er bring Goudan in front of him, Li Anran, who got off the tricycle, dug around behind him for a while and found that there was no suitable gift.

In Li Anran's hometown, if you meet the children of an acquaintance, especially when you meet them for the first time, there is a custom of giving a meeting gift.

But he was completely unprepared for this time travel. After pondering for a moment, Li Anran simply took off the golden colored glaze pendant tied to the belt of his Taoist robe.

"Taoist Master, this can't be done, it can't be done!"

Seeing that the person he believed to be a fairy actually wanted to give this exquisite treasure to his son as a meeting gift, Zhao Er dared not accept it and refused again and again.

"Zhao Er, no one can refuse what I give away. It's just a small gadget and not worth much. Let Goudan play with it."

Li Anran was not being polite when he said this. Although this gourd-shaped glass pendant has a delicate and unique shape, the price is really not expensive, only about thirty yuan.

"This...this..."

"This, this, this, this is what I gave to Goudan, not to you. Just accept it if you are asked to accept it."

Li Anran finally realized at this time that this glazed perfume gourd pendant was nothing to him, but it was quite valuable in this period of the Tang Dynasty.

But since I had already taken this thing out, taking it back now would not only be a loss of face, I had to put on a straight face.

Zhao Er wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the identity of the person in front of him, he could only swallow back the words that had come to his mouth, and then took the thing with some fear.

"Why don't you kowtow quickly!"

After receiving the things, Zhao Er looked at his son still standing there stupidly, and Zhao Er quickly slapped the little guy on the head, but it was done without much force.

Not only did his appearance take after his father, but his personality was also the same. Goudan immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed several times in one breath.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly and don't break your head. Zhao Er, you see it's getting late, should we go back early?"

Li Anran, who really liked the little guy's sincerity, quickly stepped forward and pulled Goudan up from the ground, looking at the dirty little face and nodded.

"Let's go now, go now, Goudan, go back and tell your mother that we have a distinguished guest at home. Invite your uncle's family as well, you know."

Zhao Er, who was carefully putting the glass pendant in his hand into his pocket, realized that several boys from the village had gathered around him and gave him a quick instruction.

Following his grandfather's instructions, Goudan nodded and sucked in the snot from his drooping nose, turned around and ran towards the village at a fast pace.

As Goudan left, the little guys who had been watching the fun from a distance also rubbed the soles of their feet together, and some of them also headed towards the village.
Chapter completed!