On the fifth day, when the little beggar walked out of the inn with a middle-aged man with a fairy wind and bones, everyone was puzzled by this picture.

Why did this little beggar look so extraordinary, and why did this middle-aged man fall unconscious?

This little beggar has so much strength, carrying an adult, he looks so relaxed, and he doesn't breathe.

Qin Que ignored everyone's surprise, because what he was going to do next was even more surprising.

He carried his original body and walked directly to the sky.

Then he heard the exclamations of the people below—

"Look! this little beggar has gone to heaven!"

The process of seizing the house was very smooth, because Jing Que did not resist at all, and even took the initiative to pull mentally.

And relying on the desolate source perception of the spirit to return to the source, the star poison, a disease that belongs to the spirit world, was quickly dispelled by Qin Que.

It's just half a lifetime of cultivation, and after all, most of it has dispersed, and now there is not one in a hundred, and it has returned to the sea from the quasi-saint level Wanchuan and fallen into the spiritual realm. In the younger generation, it can only be a posterity.

Coming to a small stream outside Fujin City, Qin Que looked up at the sky, under the huge dome enchantment, there was a sea of overlapping clouds, and he began to think about the next arrangement.

"After completing the transformation of the body, the next thing is to meet this traverser for a while, the sky is going to replace me, and I should always have the right to know what kind of person will replace me. ”

"I have already walked this difficult and long path of cultivation, and the second time I walked, I can naturally go faster, I know that you are attached to the world, I have practiced before, and I am isolated from the world, because the world is too troublesome for me, there is too much information, and I am ...... He is a fool. ”

"But this time...... I want to go to the red dust to practice. ”

These words were for Jing Que to hear, even though the young man was already sleeping in the soul mound.

Qin Que felt that his heart had changed, in fact, after returning from rebirth, because the memories of the traverser had not been erased, some of his thoughts had already changed.

A large part of a person's personality is determined by memory. And Jing Que's thirst, and this young body, made Qin Que, a pure-hearted person with few desires, a little more innocent.

He bowed his head and looked at his own reflection in the stream, revealing an innocent smile.

Immediately, Qin Que was stunned:

"With such a deceptive smile, I'm really suitable for an acting school......"

Since it is a rebirth, even if it is only back seven days ago, but due to the special experience, it can be regarded as a return to the body of a teenager.

Qin Que flicked the surface of the water, crumpled the reflection, and said:

"I will experience a day that I haven't experienced before. I want to enjoy all the interesting things I haven't done before. In the past, I didn't pursue appetites, but in this life I want to eat the best meat and drink the strongest wine. ”

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On the sixth day, there is only one last day left before the arrival of the traverser.

Qin Que sped up his pace, never rested all the way, came to Anlian City, the border of Dashang, and found his good friend, Xiaoye Monk, in An Liancheng's Guangyuan Temple.

Although he is only twenty-two years old, he has cultivated to be second only to his predecessor.

The youngest generation in Buddhism has the strongest realm and the deepest Buddhism, which is this Xiaoye monk.

As a son of the Buddha, he was born with the power of six generations of Buddha. Today's cultivators are ranked fifth in the world.

Monk Xiaoye is one of the few trusted friends of Qin Que. Therefore, Qin Que told Xiao Ye what happened to him - in order to obtain the six pure pills of the Buddha Sect from Xiao Ye.

This is a secret medicine of Buddhism, which can make people forget what happened in seven days.

Qin Que tried to be safe, in order to ensure that he would not be planted in the hands of the traverser, he had to let the traverser have no memory of these few days.

At the same time, he also asked Monk Xiaoye to block the sea of qi from his predecessor.

It is not easy to seal the qi sea of a quasi-saint, and with Qin Que's current cultivation, he can't do it at all.

Monk Xiaoye was also convinced that Qin Que was Qin Jian, and Qin Que was indeed about to suffer a catastrophe, and finally agreed to help.

But I always felt like I was watching Qin Que perform the drama of "I kill myself".

It was already early morning on the seventh day when all this was done.

Changed into a white-clothed Taoist robe, Qin Que looked like a Taoist boy because he was too young.

He recalled the reflection he saw yesterday by the stream, and with an innocent smile on his face again, he simply pretended to be a real Taoist boy.

With his predecessor, he came to the inaccessible Lizong Mountain, in a ruined temple, waiting for fate to come.

This day was also very nervous for Qin Que, he had made so many preparations and sacrificed so much, if the Heavenly Dao suddenly had a convulsion and he couldn't cross over, he would be very disappointed.

Fortunately, at noon...... "Qin Jian" woke up.

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Bai Ping was very nervous now, that immortal wind bone's face, his expression distorted because of fear.

A moment ago, he thought that he could get sick on the highway and see the sun coming to an end.

But in the next second, he suddenly realized that he could become the shortest-lived time-traveler in history.

He suddenly screamed. This cry made Qin Que, who was about to do it directly, pause for a few seconds.

Bai Ping's mental activity is like this.

"I understand, I realize! This is the ups and downs, this is the tribulation! How can there be a smooth sailing? This means that my golden finger is about to arrive! This little Taoist boy in front of me, fifteen or sixteen years old, can he have more knowledge than Lao Tzu, a networm of the 21st century? I must immediately think of something to attract him——"

Bai Ping's thoughts were interrupted by Qin Que. Before Qin Que starts, he must pay attention to the right name:

"I'm eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly someone crosses over, isn't that reasonable?"

"Yes, yes, yes...... Irrationality. ”

"Half a life of hard work has ushered in a turning point in life, but you have to be cut off by a wasted person like you who has achieved nothing, it can't be justified, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes...... Inexcusable. ”

"You came through and borrowed other people's bodies to survive without respect, but instead mocked them, shouldn't you be?"

"Yes, yes, yes...... No, it shouldn't. ”

Bai Ping believes that only by following this Tong's words, he will have a glimmer of life, and after half an hour, a bright future awaits him!

"So, go back to where you came from"

With a click, Bai Ping's eyes were about to split, and his gaze slanted...... The trachea was directly choked.

In Qin Que's eyes, this chosen person who occupied his body was not an ordinary person. Therefore, there is no psychological burden, and the action is decisive.

What is it like to kill yourself with your own hands?

In his mind, a rather modern question in a distant time and space popped up for no reason.

The moment Bai Ping died, he understood a truth: it turned out that this crossing was ...... He is not the main character.

He was unwilling, but how did he know that as soon as he crossed this world, he met the despicable reborn.

The answer to this question varies from time to time to time. But for now, the reborn gets one point first.

On the coptis tree outside the broken temple, the cicada chirped again, but the praying mantis disappeared with the sound of the yellow finch spreading its wings.

Qin Que's process of disposing of his own corpse was very slow. A quasi-saint corpse, if thrown out, is no less than a top-level magic weapon, or killing a top-level source beast.

Picking up your own wool by yourself, you naturally have to work slowly and carefully.

First of all, the magic weapons on his body, the elixirs, and the classics, all of which were hidden in the Qiankun bag, he counted them one by one, and was sure that they were the same as before he was reborn.

There are a lot of things here that are already decorations for "Qin Jian", but for Qin Que, there are still a lot of things that can be used in actual combat.

As for this body itself, first of all, it was to refine a part of the spiritual power contained in the flesh and blood, and secondly, Qin Que thought of the following plans:

One: Train yourself into a Gu corpse. Become your own retinue. Escort yourself all year round.

Two: Practice yourself into a elixir and directly improve yourself at one time.

I don't know if it was due to the influence of the memories of the previous time-traveler, Qin Que found that his original one-sided personality became a little angry...... There are even a lot more thoughts.

The first two were already very evil, if he had been before, he would never have thought of it, and the third one that suddenly appeared made him even more frightened:

Three: My predecessor is so handsome, why don't you dress it up, remove the extra parts, put on women's clothes, and become a puppet?

What the hell is this?

Qin Que still didn't engage in these saucy operations in the end, but maybe it would be replaced by someone else's body, he really wanted to try the first two, and the third one would be forgotten.

"The human beings of that world...... Thoughts are really perverted. The thought popped into his head coldly.

After ensuring that the residual value of the hair of his predecessor was squeezed out by himself, Qin Quebei buried his predecessor.

The current situation, probably from the day of the seizure, really killed himself within three days, and the ashes were raised to himself.

For some reason, Qin Que found that in his mind, sentences that were seriously inconsistent with this era always appeared, but he did not reject them.

After the original plan dealt with all this, Qin Que went to the next place - the imperial capital of the Shang Kingdom, Chaoge,

In Buzhou Mountain in Chaoge City, there is an academy that cultivators and students from all over the world flock to, Buzhou Academy.

He was not a student at the Poor Academy, but he no longer has these obstacles in this life.

It's just that when he "buried" Qin Jian's last hair, a series of pictures suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Qin Que raised his head in shock, looking at the sky for a long time and not calming down.

Those images took place forty-nine days later, and can be summed up in one sentence:

Forty-nine days later, there will be a traverser who will cross again and seize Qin Que...... The current flesh.

"Two goals, why am I again?"