The Peach Blossom Spring

Account of the Peach Blossom Spring

Shen Qingzhou's gaze pierced through the thin mist, and the view suddenly opened up.

Before him lay a vast expanse of flat, open land. The houses were arranged very neatly, and paths crisscrossed between the fields. In the distance stood a few ancient wells, and several villagers dressed in coarse hemp garments were drawing water with buckets.

There was neither sun nor moon in the sky above the village, yet the light was soft and abundant, though from whence it came none could tell.

Seeing the scene before him, Shen Qingzhou's mind involuntarily called up that famous ancient text from his past life, Account of the Peach Blossom Spring.

"The land is flat and vast, the houses are orderly, and there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, and bamboo groves of the like. Paths cross the fields, and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard to one another."

Outside of such bizarre mists, how could such a peaceful and serene village be hidden away?

It was truly somewhat absurd.

Within that mist, even cultivators found it difficult to survive, so how did these villagers, who appeared to be mere mortals, manage it?

Shen Qingzhou did not know.

He looked back, and the thick fog behind him had somehow become very sparse, as if it had been blocked outside of some invisible boundary line.

"Let's go, get inside, don't just stand there in a daze."

Su Yu tugged at his sleeve and walked straight toward the village.

Just as they stepped into the village entrance, those villagers drawing water stopped what they were doing and looked over with a trace of curiosity.

Their attire was extremely archaic, and the features of their garments seemed closer to the garb of the earliest ancestors