Great famine.
King Dynasty.
Qingyun Mountain has ten li steps.
Hundreds of thousands of white robed disciples bowed their heads and knelt.
"Congratulations to the teacher!"
The cry of pain resounded all over the world. They were all old and frail. The youngest was over 60 years old.
But without exception, any of them is a very famous scholar in the wilderness.
At the bottom of the middle hall of Qingyun Mountain, there is also a troop of generals wearing gold armour, who also hold long halberds and cry heavily.
"Congratulations, sir!"
A young emperor looked very sad and bowed to the figure on the seat one after another.
……
Shen Changqing sat quietly on the futon in front of the temple, looking at the hundreds of thousands of white robed disciples who came to die at the foot of the ten mile steps.
In this life, he walked on thin ice.
For more than 150 years, I have traveled north and south to relieve the common people and relieve the plague.
He also preached and learned, and his disciples and grandchildren spread all over the wilderness.
In his life, he had no regrets.
The only pity is that I have never practiced martial arts.
"It's time to leave."
Shen Changqing muttered to himself, and the dead memory was rebuilt again.
He was originally a passer-by. He came to the Xuanhuang World, which has lasted seven million years of human history. After giving birth to a daughter with his wife, he died of serious illness.
After death, he finally woke up the golden finger.
Shen Changqing shivered and closed his eyes, and the vast universe stars appeared in his mind.
The Milky Way Waterfall hangs upside down, and a huge old tree stands in the universe.
There are also a large number of fruits as big as stars, quietly hanging on the ancient trees in the sky.
A line of text emerged immediately——
[Natural talent: world tree.]
[Samsara Fruit Binding Talent: Understanding the sky.]
[Current number of mature fruits: three.]
[It is marking the mark of life, and the time anchor is the last year of the dynasty with a prospect of 1200 years.]
【……】
Shen Changqing looks at the words appearing in front of him and sighs slightly.
This is my golden finger, called the world tree, a useless thing that just woke up after my death.
The so-called world tree, which impressively covers the seven million year history of the Xuanhuang world and the birth of human civilization!
And those samsara fruits represent that you can go to the anchor points of history to experience different kinds of life.
When the samsara fruit matures, the life you experience becomes your previous life.
And each samsara fruit will be matched with a talent ability.
The reincarnation fruit of this life is the understanding against the sky.
By virtue of his talent of understanding, he has become the number one prodigy in the world since he was born.
He read the Book of Songs thoroughly at the age of three, created his own mental skills at the age of five, and was admitted to the Imperial Academy of Jing Dynasty at the age of eight.
After that, he became the fourth head of the Imperial Academy in just three years.
He left his post at the age of 20 and returned to his hometown. At the age of 25, he traveled to the world of the Great Wilderness. At the age of 30, he founded Qingyun Zhai, and his disciples are numerous
But... what's the use of it?
I want a happy life with my wife and daughter instead of a glorious past life!
Shen Changqing opened his eyes again and looked at the white robed disciples kneeling on the ground. He had not much time in his life and was about to die.
Do you want to continue the journey of the past life, or do you want to sleep on it?
Shen Changqing fell into a long silence. He knew that he could not go back to his wife and daughter. After all, he had already died.
The world tree can only take him back to the past and experience the life experience of previous lives. There is no way to catch up with the passing anchor of time, that is, reality.
"Is the purpose of your existence to let me amuse myself?"
Shen Changqing looked at the huge world tree and sighed in his heart.
Leaving aside the essence of his death, this world tree can let him go back to the past, experience different life experiences, and shape his past life. It is also a good thing for recreation.
When Shen Changqing was ready to make a decision, a feeling of lethargy suddenly hit him, and his mind suddenly fell into chaos.
He knew that the longevity of this life had been completely exhausted.
Just in a trance, he seemed to hear the voice of a little girl chanting?
Deep in the dark of my mind, a picture gradually becomes clear.
His mind suddenly shook, and when he reached out his hand, he desperately wanted to catch it.
"Sir!"
When the young emperor saw Shen Changqing's neck slowly tilting, he stepped forward in panic.
When he found that Shen Changqing had died, he sat down on the ground.
Shou Zang Shi beside him covered his face and cried, writing a line on the bamboo slips with trembling hands.
——In 346 years since the beginning of the King Dynasty, Laozi died in Qingyunzhai.
……
In an ancestral house.
At the age of eight, Shen Miaoke had just finished making a fire and had a simple meal of thin rice porridge. His face was still stained with black dust.
She rubbed her hands nervously and looked at the book of heroes in front of the table, feeling uneasy.
"I don't know if I can contract with heroes..."
Shen Miaoke murmured, his heart pounding.
Her father had died since she was born, and her mother took care of her for two years. Suddenly, she disappeared, and no one could find her whereabouts.
In the days to come, Shen Miaoke has always been brought up by her neighbor Grandma Wang.
Because Grandma Wang also had a granddaughter named Li Tongtong, Shen Miaoke got along very well with Grandma Wang's family.
The eldest son of Grandma Wang was just a practitioner, who contracted a very powerful ancient hero and helped Li Tongtong enter the Spirit Institute.
Under the relationship of Li Tongtong, Shen Miaoke had the opportunity to contact with higher social classes.
Li Tongtong stole a new book of heroes in the college.
After briefly calming down his anxiety, Shen Miaoke began to pray to the Spirit Temple according to the introduction of the book of heroes.
"I, Shen Miaoke, although I was born in an ordinary family, my father died when I was young, and my mother disappeared later."
"But I have not been knocked down by the difficulties of life. I hope the Spirit Temple can hear my call. If there are heroes around me, I will live up to the expectations of the Temple."
“……”
Shen Miaoke continued to recite for more than ten minutes, but there was no movement in the book of heroes.
The expectation in her eyes gradually turned into loss, regret, and finally into relief.
"Sure enough, I am not qualified to be favored by the Spirit Temple."
Just think of it. How could an ordinary orphan without strong family background look up to ancient heroes?
With strong strength, there will be more ancient heroes to follow. If not, will the ancient heroes be beaten behind them?
Although Shen Miaoke was only eight years old, her independence from childhood made her mind and intelligence far superior to those of her peers, and she soon recovered from her loss.
She reorganizes her mood and prepares to return the new book of heroes to Li Tongtong.
But at this time, a faint light suddenly emerged.
Shen Changqing, who is one meter tall and eight meters tall, gradually shows up in front of Shen Miaoke in a heroic form.
"Ah!?"
Shen Miaoke jumped up in shock and danced excitedly.
"I succeeded, I succeeded!"
She quickly looked at the book of heroes, and saw that the level introduction to Shen Changqing had also appeared.
[Spirit: Shen Changqing.]
[Level: Normal.]
[Era: modern.]
[Title: None at present.]
[Life experience: an ordinary man who has no ambition and only hopes to be happy with his wife and daughter, lived at the age of 24 and died young.]
……
Shen Miaoke stared at the introduction of the book of heroes.
Um... is this a bit too general?
Forget it, she is very happy to contract with the hero.
But why is the appearance of the hero familiar?
Shen Miaoke then looked at the portrait hanging on the wall of the ancestral house, which immediately felt like a thunderbolt.
"Dad?"
