"No matter, that guy has already refined most of the small tower phantom, and the time is limited, so I can't hesitate any longer. ”

looked at the middle-aged man who was still walking on the fairy bridge, and the old man who was in the light curtain of the altar, the small tower above his head was illusory, and there was only one layer left that had not yet been integrated into the heavenly spirit;

Although he was not sure if this small tower phantom was really related to receiving the inheritance and refining the space-time tower, if there was a slight possibility, he couldn't miss it.

While thinking about it, Zhao Ze walked away from Xianqiao without hesitation.

Airplanes~~

The moment he stepped on the immortal bridge leading to the altar, the environment around him immediately changed greatly, and there seemed to be a blurry picture looming above his head, but no outsider could see it.

Zhao Ze wanted to try to see clearly, but the powerful divine sense sank in an instant, and the whole person paced slowly as if he had lost his soul, no different from the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Ah Feng, don't be discouraged, you will definitely be admitted to the next imperial examination. ”

The picture above Zhao Ze's head, which only Bao Ling could see, continued, it was a woman in coarse cloth clothes in a small village outside Lin'an City of the Tang Dynasty, comforting her husband.

"Hey~~, I'm sorry for you, good wife!"

The scholar, who was about thirty years and months and had a slight resemblance to Zhao Ze between his eyebrows, sighed, let go of the woman's jade hand, gathered his mind and continued to study the poetry book.

Time passed, and finally one day, this scholar was born in the top three and was given a seven-grade county official.

After taking office, the scholar worked diligently, was appreciated by the imperial court, and rose all the way to the woman's love and consummation, and his children and grandchildren lived for decades.

The next picture turns, the handsome and burly general is leading people to fight on the battlefield, but due to the rebellion of the court, he is led into the Jedi Valley, which has been cut off from supplies, and finally dies in a battle with more than 10,000 soldiers.....

"Little lady, don't run. ”

After the picture was changed several times, there was a Yanai chasing the young woman in Bianliang City and a group of evil slaves by his side.

This trick who flirts with other people's beautiful wives is the most similar to Zhao Ze, and it is actually the most worry-free and the most gritted teeth of the people in several reincarnations, but it is also his most carefree and happy life.

In the void, watching the pictures circulate, Bao Ling, who did not feel a trace of familiarity, slowly eased the solemnity on his face a lot.

It turned out that the immortal bridge on the eighth floor of the space-time tower could actually reflect the past and present lives of the people who stepped on it, so as to peel off the cocoon and explore the existence of the enemy.

This bridge has the blessing of the will of Immortal Venerable Li Zhan, there will never be a mistake, once it is found that the enemy is reincarnated, there is no need to make the final choice, the treasure spirit will directly kill it, and the soul will be detained to the sixth-layer world and sink forever.

And Zhao Feng, a scholar in the Tang Dynasty, was the earliest Zhao Ze who Xianqiao could view.

In the ancient times of the strange earth, the reincarnation of one life after another, although there were dynasties, but none of the monks appeared, which can prove that Zhao Ze did not have anything to do with the opponent Immortal Venerable.

The picture continued to circulate, and after dozens of times, Zhao Ze from high school finally appeared, including Shen Lu, Song Erkai, and some people or things that surprised Baoling.

For example, those sexyly dressed beauties on the street, computers, TVs, mobile phones, networks and other novelty items;

This is all that has never been seen or heard since his birth, even from the memories of the thousands of monks who have stepped on this bridge, past and present lives.

Time passed, and when the high school years ended, Zhao Ze entered the society with a salted fish posture that could not be turned over, and became a precarious writer.

It was all very peaceful, as if he was about to live this life like this, when suddenly one day, a ray of light flew from the sky, passed through the reinforced concrete of the urban village, and directly hit him in his sleep.

At this moment, the picture reflected on the fairy bridge was blurred, which suddenly made Bao Ling stunned: "This, how is this possible?"

The highest cultivator who stepped on this bridge was an immortal, and the lowest was an infant monk, but no one had ever been blurred when they were inspected by the immortal bridge.

Thinking of the mystery of his knowledge of the sea, Bao Ling seemed to have grasped the crux of the problem, his face became solemn again, and he communicated with the Immortal Bridge of the Time and Space Tower, allowing the picture to reverse and unlock the seal of Zhao Ze's memory.

The blurry images overlapped, and then it quickly became clear that it was still the urban village, or the rental house, as if nothing had changed.

At this moment, on the fairy bridge, the middle-aged man had come to the end, opened his eyes, and walked into the altar light curtain with a happy face.

Then he sat down cross-legged, and the phantom of a small tower appeared directly above him.

At the same time, Zhao Ze, who had stepped a short and half distance on the fairy bridge, was still moving slowly with his eyes closed, but he subconsciously took two steps back.

"Hmm~~, what's going on?Why did I come back again, damn it, what about my cultivation?What about the storage bag?What about Ah Yan?#&**?"

When I opened my eyes from the somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar bed, I found myself appearing in Songyun Road, S City, in 2017, the most profound place in my memory.

Zhao Ze was in a trance, and the worst thing was that the memory was still there, the magic weapon net worth was gone, his body was empty, and there was no trace of divine consciousness, so he was immediately stunned.

muttered to himself with a pale face, and I don't know if it was because of his whispering or for some other reason, Bao Ling didn't hear any of the four words of the wife system.

"This must be a fantasy, and I have to find a way to get out. ”

As his memories revived, he was already dressed and got out of bed, ready to go outside to find acquaintances, and his impatience slowly calmed down.

Zhao Ze kept telling himself that all this was just an illusion on the eighth floor of the Time and Space Tower, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't break the "illusion" and leave S City to return to the fairy bridge.

Picking up the mobile phone, he wanted to call and ask Shen Lu and the fat man, only to find that they had not been in contact for a few years, and the other party's number had been deactivated, only one of the classmates had them, but neither of them was online at the moment.

"By the way, there are also the Mountains and Seas Sutra Dao Method, and the Northern Meditation Heart Method. ”

Suddenly, Zhao Ze thought of the exercises in his memory, hurriedly got to bed and sat down cross-legged, and began to spit out and cultivate.

Grunt~~

Half a day later, there was a hunger reminder in his abdomen, and he suddenly opened his eyes without feeling a trace of aura, and the disappointment in his eyes flashed away.

Next, Zhao Ze, who did not give up, tried to cultivate the Northern Spiritual Skill for a few more hours, until the sky was dark, and he did not practice a trace of true qi.

At ten o'clock in the evening, it was the moment when the lights of S City were bright and the rich were drunk.

Looking at the neon on the street outside the window, he had already figured out where he was, but he had not crossed the earth before his rebirth, Zhao Ze's eyes were a little trance-like.

After a while, he turned on the gas and cooked two packets of instant noodles, and after eating, he gritted his teeth again and insisted on cultivating.

Time passed slowly, and a few days passed, and there was not an inch of progress in the Northern Spiritual Skill, but the instant noodles in his rental house were eaten up.

When he went downstairs to buy, Zhao Ze once again felt that life was not easy, because he only had less than 5,000 deposits in his bank card, and the landlord's aunt came as scheduled.

After paying the rent, he had little money left for his living expenses.