[Xiu Xian] Master, let's talk about life

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When Chen Xiuping came out from Wenwen Palace, he didn't understand what happened.

It was as if he was standing in front of the statue of the patriarch and had a big spring and autumn dream. After the big dream, only a deep daze remained.

Meng Xiaobao was waiting for him at the gate of the main hall, Chen Xiuping went over and asked, "What happened to you?"

Meng Xiaobao's smile remained unchanged: "Me? I probably encountered a demonic obstacle that might be encountered on the road of repairing."

Then he asked, "What about you?"

Chen Xiuping replied dryly: "I dreamed about what happened when I met you."

Meng Xiaobao couldn't deny it: "This question is actually just for myself. The method of finding the Immortal Sect is really special."

Chen Xiuping didn't want to talk about this, he was just eager to get out of the haze brought to him by asking, but Meng Xiaobao didn't let him go, Meng Xiaobao said: "You'd better not forget what you saw when you asked, this is a challenge as well opportunity."

—shit chance.Chen Xiuping thought, this memory can't prove anything other than that he was unlucky in the first few years of time travel.

When Chen Xiuping returned to Ling Jianfeng, he was a little afraid to see his master, so he wanted to go back to his room to sleep for a while.

But when he lay down on the bed, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he took out the things in the storage bag again.

The token his mother gave him lay quietly in the storage bag, it was a black and inconspicuous piece of iron.

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The world is—

Some people's life goes from ordinary to vigorous.

Some people's life goes from vigorous to ordinary.

In the year that Chen Dabao traveled through, the old dynasty was in a precarious situation. The 200-year-long dynasty was a sign of the impending collapse. It was like the beginning of the world, but the impact was far-reaching. Natural disasters and rumors spread everywhere.

There has been a drought in the Northwest for three years, but on the day Chen Dabao was born, a heavy rain suddenly fell on the long-drought land. The sky was dark and the sky was dark, with lightning and thunder. Rebirth.Chen Dabao was born in a flash of lightning, and his cries were overshadowed by thunder.

——It sounds like the birth of a legendary figure, but unfortunately, the young master of the landlord's family who was served by his mother was also born on that day.

So all the halos of glory, the appearance of legends, all descended on that young master, and it seemed that there was a destiny covering him. The dynasty was established immediately, and Chen Dabao's mother, who had served the master for more than ten years, became the emperor——

Feng's different surname is Wang.

At that time, Chen Dabao knew that things were going to happen.

Don't you see, since ancient times, no matter in the real history or in the novels, most of the kings with different surnames will not live a good life for a few years, and they will be sharpened by the emperor.

But who is Chen Dabao?His stature is less than the thighs of an adult, and he is still a servant boy. If he said something, he would be beaten out with a broom. What his mother did the most was press his head, Let him bow his head deeply.

The woman, who is not yet 30 years old, has a sallow face and wrinkles around her eyes. She often tugs at his ears and says, "You are a slave, give me something to eat."

Chen Dabao, who has been an otaku for more than 20 years in modern times, has always lived a comfortable and idle life. The most tiring thing he experienced was the day after he had a job after watching American TV all night. But he only knew what working people are after traveling.

Chen Dabao, a small working man, cleaned the toilet, chopped firewood, ran and was beaten. In his spare time, he sat on the woodpile in the kitchen, wondering: No, didn’t I fucking time travel?How did you live so cowardly?

He couldn't figure it out, so he bent his knees and hid in the woodpile, looking at the light coming through the cracks in the roof, thinking about how his life should be turned around.

The turning point came really fast.

Therefore, the landlord will always be overthrown. After two years of good life for the king with a different surname, rumors spread in the court, and there was a wave of panic.

Before Chen Dabao had time to pack the poor little luggage, his mother tugged at his sleeves and rushed to the officer, howling like hell——

"The little prince of the palace should be him. The little prince you caught is my child. I dropped them both five years ago..."

Chen Dabao was dumbfounded holding the package that hadn't had time for vacation, and was thrown into prison by the collar by the officer, but his mind was still full of thoughts of his mother pulling his ear, pulling his sleeve, screaming at the top of his voice. Shout in his ear—

"Let my son go, let my son go...the one who deserves to be killed is here..."

Oh, that's not his mother anymore.

Chen Dabao wiped away his tears, stared at the former princess who didn't seem to react, and said solemnly: "I'm said to be your son, what do you think? - You can deny me, I don't mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, the princess rushed over and hugged him tightly in her arms.

She didn't say any nonsense like "my miserable child". The princess who used to be graceful, noble, noble and glamorous had a dusty face, greasy hair, and silk and satin turned into a coarse prison uniform. Die—I won't let you die."

At that moment Chen Dabao really felt a kind of power, that kind of power penetrated his flesh and made him throbbing physically and mentally.

Many years later, Chen Dabao thought—why didn't I call her "mother" back then?This is simply lack of care.

But he didn't bark at that time, and he didn't bark until the last time he saw the princess.

His childhood, which was like a bloody drama, ended on a moonless night. Under the starry sky, he was holding a piece of cake, and was thrown into a mass grave by the officials for no reason.

He stared at the official in front of him with staring eyes—the official was like a walking dead, he didn't seem to see a child here, nor did he see the child staring at him, he just threw him far away with a blank face Open, and then said to himself: "Go southeast, go southeast, and when you meet a mountain, worship three times."

Chen Dabao blinked, thinking that his mother had told him exactly this: "Somewhere in the southeast, there is a sect of seeking immortals——I don't know if you have any immortal bones, you just take this token, Go to Xunxianzong, you give the token to the suzerain, and someone will take care of you."

——Xunxianzong.

At that time, Chen Dabao thought it was a Taoist sect talking about gods and gods. Holding the token, he thought to himself that that place really dared to take in a imperial convict?I'm the little prince on the run, huh?The kind that can rebel at any time.

Then reality gave him a slap in the face and told him what it meant to say that there are people beyond people, and that there is a sky beyond the sky.

Many years later, he knew that the imperial court was nothing to Xunxianzong, but he still didn't know why the concubine, who had a close relationship with Xunxianzong, died under the punishment of mortals.

Because he didn't hand over the token, he didn't want to give it up. Just looking at the token, he knew that his time travel was not useless. Someone tried their best to hope that he could live.

He walked for three days and three nights in the dense fog, almost starved to death in the wilderness, he almost knelt down in despair, and bowed three times in the hopeless situation.

So a high mountain appeared in front of his eyes, and a Taoist boy wearing a blue Taoist uniform came out of the high mountain surrounded by clouds and mist.

That was the first time he met Meng Xiaobao.