Chapter 1 The Tragic Time Traveler
【Brain Store】
Xuantian Mainland, this is a world of cultivation, and the whole people advocate cultivation of immortality to pursue longevity.
Even if the traveler walked away, he hoped that he could cultivate immortals, and then flew into the sky to change his destiny.
In the Dongjiang Yu of Qingzhou, a relatively remote area, there is a small city gathering in the immortal, named Wannan City.
There are many dreams living here to pursue longevity through Xiu Xianxian, so as to change the mortal and ordinary repairs that change their destiny.
Chen Ze, who had just woke up from the coma, was constantly impacted his brain by this information, so that he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.
"I'm crossing this?"
"This is the world in the novel?"
"But in the memory of the original owner, there are some less beautiful memories.
Chen Ze slowly stood up and looked at this strange world everywhere, and his eyes were only confused.
"How do I wear more?"
Chen Ze felt a little vague about his original memory. He only remembered that he was a blue star, a worker from nine to five.
But he forgot that because he came through, he knew that the place he was now was named Wannan City.
500 miles north of Wannan City, there is a fairy mountain.
There is a Xianzong Gate on Xianshan. The name of this Zongmen is Qing Yunzong.
Wannan City is the closest city from Qingyunzong, so many people who ask Xian asking will choose to settle here for a while.
Slowly, Wannan City developed into a city gathered in the immortal.
Every ten years of Qingyunzong, there will be a selection of disciples.
Many people are eager to be selected in this selection, so as to join the Qingyunzong and embark on the road to cultivate the immortal road.
And even those spiritual root qualifications are generally selected as inner door disciples or outside disciples.
They still hope to be stained with Xiu Xian, this is an opportunity to change destiny.
Even if they do miscellaneous disciples, they have to enter Xianmen.
"The original owner was just a hybrid disciple in Qingyunzong, and this talent was too bad.
Chen Ze was lamented and continued to sort out the memory in his mind.
Qing Yunzong is a Xianzong gate with tens of thousands of people. Whether it is a disciple or a disciple of the outer door, the first priority is to quickly practice and improve the cultivation.
Being behind will be beaten, one step is slow, stepped slowly, and the strength represents resources. These principles understand that every cultivator understands very well.
There are many miscellaneous work that need to be done by such a large repair of Xianzongmen, so Qingyunzong also recruits some miscellaneous disciples every year.
The original owner is also called Chen Ze. The age is the same as Chen Ze. It happens to be 32 years old. It happens to be a miscellaneous disciple of Qingyunzong.
His dream is to cultivate his immortality and change the fate of his suffering.
Unfortunately, he is a spiritual root of the earth, and he has been destined to end.
After joining the Qingyunzong, he was directly arranged to plant fields in Lingsian. The daily work was sowing, fertilizing, watering, and weeding.
The original owner entered the Qingyunzong from the age of fifteen. This work has been a full -time disciples who have worked for fifteen years.
In the past fifteen years, he has only cultivated the second floor of gas -refining.
Xiu Xian is not even entry, it is better than ordinary people's physical fitness. It is not a real cultivator.
Originally, the original owner wanted to continue to persist and continue to work hard.
That year he was only 30 years old, at least 60 years of chance to fight for the foundation of the foundation, and in the construction of the foundation, he had a life span of 200 years.
And when it was built, it was truly on the road of Xiu Xian.
More importantly, he can also join the inner door.
In the future, it will be a real cultivation of immortals, and no longer need to face the loess to the sky.
But he never thought that when he was still looking forward to his dream, he was caught out of the mountain.
The reason is that his practice speed is too slow, Zongmen does not want to raise him as a idleman.
From hearing the news to being rushed down the mountain, he was stunned.
His practice is slower. For ten years, other miscellaneous disciples can practice on the second floor of gas refining, but he spent 15 years.
But he was very clear in his heart. When those highly service disciples were working, they would think of Fa's laziness, and none of them planted them well.
Those people just completed the task of submission of Zongmen, so they had more practice than him.
He is dedicated to planting, and the number of Lingmi and Lingcai every year is excessive, even more than more than others.
And every time he pays food, he will be strongly praised.
He praised him very well, and told him to let him continue to work hard.
He was also very happy that someone finally saw his efforts and saw his excellence.
I thought it would be appreciated, but he did not expect that he was directly kicked out of Zongmen.
It wasn't until he was kicked out of the mountain gate that he knew that he had never been reported at all, and he was swallowed by the manager.
He knew the news, and wanted to go up the mountain to ask the management, but he was no longer a disciple of Qingyunzong and was not qualified to go up the mountain.
He was unconvinced and broke into the mountain gate.
I was stunned and lost it directly.
He still didn't believe that this road would end like this. He wanted revenge, and he hated the manager who embezzled his credit.
He wanted to continue cultivating immortals, but cultivating immortals required resources.
In Qingyun Sect, there was a formation that gathered abundant spiritual energy, and there was a reward of one Qi Gathering Pill per year, so he could barely cultivate.
Now that he had left Qingyun Sect, he didn't know where to find cultivation resources, nor did he know how to go in the future. In the end, he wandered to Wannan City.
There were also many immortal cultivators in Wannan City, who were collectively called casual cultivators here.
There was a market here, and there were also cultivation resources here, but they all needed spiritual stones to buy.
He seemed to see hope again, and rented a house in the civilian area to live, thinking about how to earn spiritual stones and how to buy cultivation resources.
But after wandering around Wannan City for a month, he found that he, a cultivator with the second level of Qi Refining Realm, was not as good as those casual cultivators.
In Qingyun Sect for so many years, he only learned a set of lower-grade yellow-level cultivation techniques and farming skills, and nothing else.
He didn't have any skills that could earn spirit stones. He only knew how to farm, but where could he find spirit fields to farm?
In Qingyun Sect, spirit fields needed to be blessed by formations to ensure that the spirit energy was abundant before they could grow spirit rice and vegetables.
Outside Qingyun Sect, only those big forces had spirit fields. Even if he went there, he could only continue to be a laborer for the rest of his life.
He knew that his life was over and he would never be able to cultivate immortality again. He began to drink and drown his sorrows.
He drank for two years, doing nothing, not practicing, just drinking, and drinking away all his savings.
Until last night, after the last drink, the restaurant asked him to pay the bill. He had no money and wanted to make trouble while drunk, so he was beaten and thrown out of the restaurant.
Late at night, he got up and staggered back to the house he rented. After entering the door, he fell to the ground.
There are always people who think that things like chance and opportunity will suddenly appear, and then soar into the sky and change their fate against the will of heaven. This is simply wishful thinking.
How can there be so many ways to change one's fate? These are just the fantasies of mortals.
How far a person can go on the road of cultivating immortality is determined from the day he is born.
People with low-grade spiritual roots or no spiritual roots have no hope in this life.
This life is already hard enough, so it's better to pray for a good rebirth in the next life.
"Ah!"
Recalling all the memories of the original owner, Chen Ze couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"Too miserable!"
"I'm so miserable, how could I cross over into this useless person.
Others who cross over are all sect geniuses, sons of heaven, sweeping away all disobedience, killing gods and Buddhas."
Chen Ze's eyes were full of disappointment, looking at the bare house.
Even this house was rented, and the original owner left him nothing.
Chen Ze wanted to be like the original owner, drink himself to death, and then have a good rebirth in the next life.
Suddenly, Chen Ze seemed to think of something.
"Where is the golden finger that all crossers have?"
