The wasteland at night was even more bleak and rocky. Tang Chao found a cave and walked in. He expertly untied his cloak and rags, and placed his sister, who was sleeping again, on a soft fur pouch.

Soon after, the Tang Dynasty lit a fire and skillfully cleaned up the prey at its feet and hung it on the grill. He glanced at his sleeping sister, stared at the dancing flames, and his thoughts drifted to two years ago.

Tang Dynasty is not a person of this world, to be precise, his soul is not a person of this world. One day two years ago, he was killed while living in the world of Xianxia, and after unexpectedly waking up, he found that he had been reborn into the current world. There are no immortals, no gods, no endless aura and prosperous beauty, only endless desolation and human beings living under desolation, as well as tenacious monsters and poisons. The poisonous corpse is a kind of monster, which is infected by corpse poison and finally turns into a highly poisonous, ignorant and murderous monster.

Warcraft are one of the ingredients of humans living in this world, they don't have any spiritual aspect, only violence and fighting. The meat tastes good and contains a lot of energy.

A burst of fragrance came, which woke up Tang Chao, skillfully sprinkled some spices, put away the bottles and cans, and began to concentrate on baking. It wasn't until the meat was so fragrant that Tang Dynasty moved the grill and walked to his sleeping sister.

Tang Chao took out a silver needle from his body and quickly pricked his sister a few times, and Qianqian immediately woke up in a daze.

"Brother, are you barbecued again? It's so fragrant, my brother's barbecue is the best." Qianqian struggled to sit up and smiled weakly.

"I should be able to stop for a few days recently, eat something good to replenish your body. Brother hug you to dinner, slow down......" Tang Chao said and went to help his sister up.

"You just relied on that silver needle to suppress the corpse poison in her body?" Suddenly, an old voice asked indistinctly.

Tang Chao's whole body stiffened, and he immediately relaxed again, silently holding his sister to the fire, and putting it on a small stool.

"I'm thinking about whether to poison it next time, lest cats and dogs always come over to eat and drink. Tang Chao picked up the remaining large piece of barbecue and sliced it for his sister, and said at the same time.

"Your little poison, the old man hasn't taken it seriously. However, your kid's life is really big, and he hasn't died for a year. "On the edge of the fire sat an old man, clutching a beast's leg, and gnawing on a mouth full of oil. He said with a nonchalant expression, but he didn't put down the barbecue in his hand. The old man was dressed in white, but he was black and shiny. The grease stains and dirt on the clothes looked like a scruffy beggar.

"Grandpa, my brother is very powerful. No, my brother is the best. Tang Qianqian wrapped a cloak, covering half of her body, and waved her hand to the old man.

"Haha, you doll, you're so cute. Alas, it's a pity ......"

"Eating meat can't stop your mouth, and if you talk too much, you will lose. Tang Chao's immature face had a hint of coldness, and he said sullenly. He continued to cut the roast meat in his hand with his head down.

"What are you missing? The old man has never been ...... for a hundred years"

After a crisp sound of "pop ......", the sloppy old man fell directly to the ground. The old man with a crooked mouth and eyes, like a fish out of water, shook the corners of his mouth weakly, but the barbecue in his hand was taken over by the Tang Dynasty.

Tang Chao took the old man's barbecue, wiped it casually, and hung it on the grill. He didn't even turn his head to look, but stared at the dancing flames in the fire. The corners of Tang Chao's mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of banter, but his eyes became more and more hollow.

I still remember his last life, when he was just born, the whole sect was boiling. Because his father is Tang Wanjian, the first person in the talent of the Shushan Sword Sect. In less than a hundred years, the infant has been completed, and it is the only person in the contemporary Shu Mountain who has cultivated ten thousand swords and returned to the sect. Since then, he has been called Tang Wanjian, but his real name is rarely mentioned. The mother of the Tang Dynasty was the first beauty in Shushan, the first Jindan female swordsman, and Xiao Lan, the daughter of the suzerain.

Jindan is one percent, and the whole body cultivation and ninety percent of the qi and blood are gathered here. It is very difficult for Jin Dan to inherit the lineage after that, but he can improve the talent of his descendants with his innocent body. The birth of the Tang Dynasty is comparable to a lin'er from the sky. Just when the whole sect was expecting another peerless genius, it backfired.

At the age of three, an ordinary child in the immortal cultivation world can show his talent, but the Tang Dynasty is unable to absorb any external aura. For five whole years, Tang Chao still didn't react when he was eight years old, as if his whole person was a stone.

The Tang couple have been running around for five years, collecting a large number of heavenly treasures and secret books in the world, but they still can't let the Tang Dynasty sense aura. Even Xiao He, the grandfather of the Tang Dynasty and the first swordsman in the immortal cultivation world, studied for five years without sleeping or eating, but he didn't find out the reason.

The eight-year-old Tang Dynasty is extremely smart and unforgettable. He is sensible, and he did not give up on himself. Every day, he reads a lot of books in the morning and learns poison art by himself in the afternoon. Because his mother inadvertently mentioned that maybe he was poisoned, and it was a strange poison.

After the Tang Dynasty poisoned itself for the third time and even almost played himself to death, Tang Wanjian had to be cheeky and beg a Shushan veteran to come out of the mountain. Although Shushan basically enters the Tao with a sword, there is no shortage of some people who do not do their jobs. Ding Wentao, one of the top ten geniuses of Shushan that year, but he folded his sword after entering Jindan. Decades passed in a flash, and just when the people of Shushan almost forgot about this former genius, ninety percent of the people in Shushan were poisoned and powerless in one day. The entire Shushan sect was shaken, and the retreat elders were all present without exception. What shocked everyone was that what they were waiting for was not the battle to destroy the sect, but Ding Wentao, who was dressed in tattered robes. He ran out in a frenzy, and everyone looked at it a few times, holding a notebook and recording something.

"It's okay, I'm testing the medicine, and they'll be able to move at night. This is the sentence that Ding Wentao tossed for a long time and threw before leaving.

Since then, there has been a legend in Shushan, Ding Wentao, who is known as the extermination of a family, also has a poisonous feast that will be experienced once every five years. The whole sect discussed together, and finally the sect master came forward, and Ding Wentao would come out to test the poison once every five years. On that day, the eight elders and above will go to the outer gate to take refuge, and the elders and below will serve as test subjects. Anyway, no one will die, and the right should be practiced to resist drugs. Ding Wentao's poison technique that cannot be prevented, no one below the elder can hide at all.

According to Tang Wanjian's thoughts, even if his son can't do anything, at least he won't be killed by himself, and he can be regarded as having a skill. The Tang Dynasty was also angry, and was poisoned countless times, and finally put down the Ding poison once. Ding Wentao woke up that day, kicked Tang Dynasty directly, kicked him down the mountain all the way, and announced that he was out of school.

Tang Qianqian saw tears in the corners of her brother's eyes for the first time. This little adult, who has faced hundreds of sieges and interceptions, and has not changed his color in the face of ferocious pursuits, has a look of nostalgia and sadness at this moment.

Tang Qianqian's hand gently wiped the corner of her brother's eyes, but she didn't want to alarm the Tang Dynasty, who was immersed in memories.

"Brother, you have a gray ...... on your face," Tang Qianqian explained weakly.

"The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place. It's not a shame to cry, it's a shame to be afraid. Tang Chao said lightly, looking at the sloppy old man who was still shaking like the sequelae of cerebral thrombosis.

Tang Qianqian nodded silently and continued to eat the barbecue in small bites.