"This is the legendary Tushi Palace?" Chen Jing was a little dazed.

Legend has it that Tushi Palace is high above the thirty-three heavens and hatred of the sky, and it is the place where Lao Jun usually cultivates alchemy, but the palace in front of him, although it looks magnificent, it inevitably seems too empty, and it is more than the Yaochi Palace. It was completely empty, there was nothing, and the huge gossip array carved on the ground was a bit like a Tushi Palace.

Didn't it say that there was Lao Jun's gossip alchemy furnace in Tushi Palace, as well as many elixirs?

What about the Dan furnace?

What about the elixir?

Damn, myths and legends are all lies?

Chen Jingle's expression hurt, and he didn't understand what it meant to complete the main quest and teleport himself here.

"Well, what's that?"

Chen Jingle noticed that there seemed to be something on the ground in front of him.

Walking over, it was a piece of paper that looked like paper, let's call it paper, there were words on it, I don't know what was written.

However, just as he bent down to pick up the paper, at this moment, many people in this universe looked at this side in unison.

In the churning sea of blood, a middle-aged Taoist with long blood hair suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ancestor?" the ugly but powerful young man beside him looked puzzled.

The blood-haired Daoist had a calm face, silently deduced, and said: "It's okay! Restrain the good clansmen, you must not leave the sea of blood for half a step within a thousand years, and there will be no forgiveness for violators!"

The ugly young man was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, follow the orders of the ancestor!"

The blood-haired Daoist bowed his head slightly, and continued to close his eyes and cultivate.

The young man quietly withdrew, and at the same time ordered the spread to be spread.

…

In a quaint Taoist temple, he is also a Taoist, but his breath is relatively peaceful and upright, wearing a purple and gold crown, his face is warm and handsome, his three beards are long and his hair is light and floating, and he is sitting on a futon.

The Taoist seemed to notice something, his expression moved slightly, and the sound was transmitted in exchange for the boy under the seat.

"Master?" the little boy bowed with the dust whisk in his hand.

The Taoist bowed slightly: "Mingyue, as a teacher, you have to retreat for a thousand years, and during this period, everything in the temple will be taken care of by you." Remember to restrain all living beings in the Good Temple, don't pick quarrels and provoke trouble, the Great Array of Guardians is enough to resist the attacks of the Great Luo Immortals, and it is not a matter of life and death, and it is not allowed to interfere with the cultivation of the teacher!"

Xiao Daotong's heart tightened, and he didn't dare to ask more: "Yes, Master!"

The Taoist nodded: "Go ahead." ”

Xiao Daotong bowed and retreated.

…

Far to the west, in a Sumeru realm, Sanskrit sounds are bursting, and golden lotus is blooming.

Next to the green lamp, an old monk knocked on the wooden fish weakly, tuk tuk, several monks and disciples beside him are stranger than the other, the shape and bones are peculiar, and the appearance of Hu is Sanskrit, but if you observe carefully, you can find that these monks are pure in body and mind, ignorance and troubles are broken, obviously have been rid of life and death, and have entered Nirvana, which is the position of the Buddha Arhat.

The old monk suddenly stopped tapping on the wooden fish, listened attentively, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What interesting things did the ancient Buddha think of?" asked a long-eared arhat beside him.

The old monk smiled and did not answer, but said: "Ask the Bodhisattva why he sits upside down, sighing that the sentient beings refuse to turn back." ”

All the arhats were stunned, as if they had realized.

…

In addition to that, there are many people who have a feeling in their hearts, and after thinking about it, what should be retreated, what should be prepared.

The catastrophe is coming again!

…

When Chen Jingle picked up the piece of paper on the ground, his eyes fell on it, his figure suddenly froze, and the mysterious words on the paper suddenly turned into a dark whirlpool, he didn't notice it for a while, and his mind was instantly sucked into the whirlpool.

"It's over!" he lost consciousness before he could roar.

……

"Sugar gourd, sell sugar gourd, don't be sweet and don't want money!"

"The rouge gouache that just arrived, the girls have come to see it!"

"Da Lang baked cakes, cheap and delicious!"

"Lijia Buzhuang, good quality and low price, Tong Suo is not bullied......"

As the day of the imperial examination approaches, the capital is becoming more and more lively, and students and literati from all over the world gather together to participate in the grand event.

Chen Zhenghao came from outside the city in the dust, looking at the crowded streets, in amazement, his eyes were full of confidence: "Ten years of hard study, I, Chen Zhenghao, must be a high school junior this time, so that I can return to my hometown!"

"Borrowed, borrowed!" shouted the man pushing the wheelbarrow.

Chen Zhenghao patronized and marveled at the prosperity of the capital, but he didn't notice that he was scratched by a wheelbarrow, which caused others to snicker. I was so embarrassed that I quickly covered my face and fled.

There are too many people pouring into the capital this month, those scholars often drag their families with them, and the inn is already full, Chen Zhenghao can only temporarily live in the house of an uncle who can be regarded as a fellow villager, a small room temporarily converted from a utility room. Of course, it was given money, otherwise ordinary people would not take in people they don't know.

Rao is like this, Chen Zhenghao still has to thank this uncle a thousand times, after all, at this time, it is good to have a stay, how can there be a pick, many people are still sleeping in the wilderness.

Fortunately, the date of the imperial examination came as scheduled, and scholars from all over the country stepped into the examination hall one after another. At this time of year, it is inevitable that some people will have a fluke mentality and desertion, but once discovered, they will be directly deprived of their status as scholars, degraded to commoners, and will become a laughing stock in the neighborhood.

The imperial examination was held over two days, and each scholar had a separate compartment, in which he ate, drank, slept, and rested.

After getting the test questions, Chen Zhenghao carefully reviewed the questions, and then worked hard to write and pile up all the knowledge he had learned in the past ten years into answers.

Two days passed in a flash, and the moment he walked out of the examination room, Chen Zhenghao was relieved.

There are three days of free time before the release of the list, and the others are either desperate to pack up their things and go home, sit back and fight again next year, or contact fellow villagers to play around together, chanting poems and having fun. Only Chen Zhenghao didn't go anywhere in the past three days, so he waited for news at his fellow villagers' homes.

Chen Zhenghao had a hunch that he would definitely enter high school this time.

Sure enough, when the list was released, it was won, and it was still the top three!

Although there will be a palace test later, the worst is also the list!

The old Chen family finally smoked from the ancestral tomb this time!

The people who came to report the good news came inside and outside several times, and there were many onlookers who wanted to show their talents. And when the results of the palace examination came out, Chen Zhenghao was directly appointed as the champion because of his well-written articles and outstanding appearance.

As a result, the matter came to the saint, and the saint immediately slapped his hands: "My ninth princess is twenty-eight years old, her appearance is beautiful, and her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not bad, since Zhuang Yuanlang has not yet married a wife, then I will marry the ninth princess to you!"

At this time, the people of the noble family were dumbfounded, and they beat their chests one by one, feeling that they had missed a piece of fine jade.

And the emperor snickered, I didn't expect this stubble, but fortunately you reminded me, since they are all married, why can't you marry my princess? Besides, you can't cheap those old guys, since ancient times, the monarchy has checked and balanced each other, and he has been unhappy with those old guys for a long time.

Only Chen Zhenghao is dizzy, I am an ordinary scholar, this is the champion of the horse?

Of course, he is naturally willing to do this kind of thing, after all, he is an ordinary scholar, and he can marry the ninth princess, and he has indeed climbed a high branch. If there is a marriage contract, or there is a childhood sweetheart waiting at home, maybe he will refuse, but unfortunately there is neither.

When everyone in the capital heard about this, they all talked about it, and the champion Lang became a princess and a horse, and became a royal noble, and the future was unlimited, and it was rumored to be a beautiful talk for a while.

Soon, the Guozijian side chose a good day and an auspicious day, and Zhuang Yuanlang married the ninth princess.

On the wedding night, Chen Zhenghao, who had been busy all day after seeing off all the guests, shook his head a little heavily, returned to the new house, and lifted the bride's red hijab with great anticipation.

Hey, how does this face feel so familiar?

Chen Zhenghao looked at the bride under the candlelight, and a strange feeling came to his heart.

The bride was shy for a while in the face of Zhuang Yuanlang's fiery gaze, but after waiting for a while, it seemed that something was wrong, and she looked up: "Husband, what's wrong with you, aren't you uncomfortable?"

"I'm a little dizzy, maybe I drank too much just now, I didn't ......" Before the words were finished, Chen Zhenghao's eyes darkened and he fell on the new bed.

……

……

Hey, wasn't I still in the cave room just now?

Chen Zhenghao, who woke up, opened his eyes and looked at the soldiers around him who were wearing soldiers and armor like himself, and was suddenly startled: "I crossed again?"

Wait, why do I say "again"?

Have I already crossed over once?

But why am I not impressed?

Candle night in the cave room, candle night in the cave room...... Who wants the cave room to spend candle nights? What about me?

But no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of anything, and the only thing that still had a vague impression was the shy face under the red hijab at the end, which seemed familiar.

Who is she?

Chen Zhenghao was at a loss.

"Who am I?"

"Chen Jinghuan!

"Here!" he instinctively responded.

Oh, it turns out that my name is not Chen Zhenghao, my name is Chen Jinghuan.

So who is Chen Zhenghao?

Although it was a little strange, he really couldn't think of other existences related to the name Chen Zhenghao, so he just regarded it as his own dream.

So, from this day on, Chen Jinghuan began his military career.

He is literate, like a scholar more than a soldier, and everyone in the barracks will ask him for help if they want to write a letter to their family, so his popularity is also very good.

But contrary to his crepe appearance, on the battlefield, he is actually a fierce man who is not afraid of death. With the strong strength of killing eleven enemy heads on the battlefield for the first time, he slowly rose from a small soldier to a lieutenant and began to lead troops.

The old marshal appreciated him and promoted him to a partial general, and let him attend all the big and small meetings in the army. Sometimes some of the suggestions he puts forward also make everyone's eyes shine, and they are quite admired for this rising star. The reputation of the wise general gradually spread.

Then Chen Jinghuan began to lead the troops to fight, commanding an army alone, because of the battle outside the Guan, he set up an ambush and defeated the enemy army, captured a large number of foreign races and cattle and sheep, opened up territory for the imperial court, and was named the champion by the emperor, and the official worshiped to the general.

He became the successor of the old marshal, whom everyone recognized.

And then ...... He was given poisoned wine by the emperor for a reason.

This kind of thing will happen in any era, but he didn't expect it to fall on his head.

Ridiculous, pathetic.

But think about it carefully, you are a powerful general, not a woman, not greedy for money, not in love with high positions, what do you say you want to do?

When the poisonous wine entered his stomach and his internal organs were in severe pain, he recalled his life, and suddenly couldn't understand what he was doing in this life?

Family and country in the world?

"If the enemy is not extinguished, why should you be at home!" he once said to the old marshal.

In this way, the young general and champion Hou ended his short but brilliant life.

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"Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor!"

In the lobby, a young man tore a marriage letter into pieces in front of everyone with grief and humiliation, and at the same time smashed a letter on the opposite person with revenge: "Listen, even if you want to withdraw from the marriage, it will be me Chen Xiaoyan who divorced your family Lan Yanran!"

The man on the other side was so angry that his face turned pale: "Chen Xiaoyan, you'd better recognize your current identity." A mere horse power third-stage waste, also worthy of marrying my sister?"

"Although I, Chen Xiaoyan, am not good, I am also a person who believes in the promise of a gentleman, and I can't do such a thing as repenting of marriage!" The young man sneered, his eyes swept over the indifferent faces on the side, and his heart was even more humiliated.

If it weren't for the tragic changes in the family, the unknown life and death of his parents, and the problem with his own practice, he changed from a genius in the past to a waste with only the power of a horse, how could he have fallen to the point where he is today!

What made him even more angry and sad was that in the face of the aggressiveness of the Lan family, those uncles in the clan in the past, as well as the friends who used to call him brothers, now all watched from the wall, with indifferent expressions, which made him extremely cold.

Sure enough, this world is still respected by the strong after all!

"Wait, I, Chen Xiaoyan, will definitely take back everything that belongs to me with my own hands!" The young man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, remembering this scene firmly in his heart.

"You are looking for death!" The young man of the Lan family couldn't hold back any longer, and immediately wanted to use his hand to kill the waste in front of him with one palm.

"That's enough!" At this time, the patriarch finally spoke, and his tone was calm, "No matter how Chen Xiaoyan is, he is also a member of my Chen family, and it is not your turn to be a junior of the Lan family to run rampant here! Lan Guangming, this is your Lan family's tutor?"

He looked at a slightly chubby middle-aged man behind the young man.

Lan Guangming smiled: "Young man, it's normal to be angry. The words have been brought, and this son Chen Xiaoyan has also made a decision, so from today on, we, Lan Yanran, will have nothing to do with your Chen family. ”

He took a deep look at Chen Xiaoyan, turned around and left.

The young man of the Lan family had a gloomy face, glared at Chen Xiaoyan fiercely, and turned to follow.

The patriarch swept over Chen Jingle meaningfully, and said indifferently: "Today's matter, it is strictly forbidden to spread it, if I find out who is chewing the root of the tongue outside, it will be dealt with according to the clan rules!"

Chen Xiaoyan left the ancestral hall with a wooden face, and everyone behind him muttered all kinds of things, nothing more than that he had lost the face of his family.

Chen Xiaoyan returned to her room with a gloomy face and silently took out a simple ring.

"I'll make you regret it!"

No one knew that he had a big secret in his heart, and the accident he had while practicing a year ago was not accidental, but because of this ring. Now that he has unlocked the mystery of the ring, it won't be long before he can return to the top and even go to the next level!

Night.

Chen Xiaoyan was working hard to cultivate, when suddenly the door of the room was violently broken, and a black-clothed figure rushed in and stabbed him three times. The opponent's strength was obviously more than one level stronger than him, and he had no power to resist in the face of such a strong enemy.

"Horse King-level master?!"

Chen Xiaoyan's eyes widened in disbelief, and she clutched her heart and fell in a pool of blood.

I just got the golden finger, I haven't risen again, I slapped everyone who used to look down on me in the face, I haven't found my father and mother yet, I can't just die like this......

It's a pity that all the unwillingness dissipated into the world with his death.

Chen Xiaoyan didn't blink a blind eye, and the rise of the waste wood that he said was good has become empty talk.

"It shouldn't be......" Until his consciousness dissipated, he didn't understand why the world didn't play cards according to the routine.

……

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"Me, what's going on?"

Chen Jingle opened his eyes blankly, looking at the empty Tushi Palace, with a gossip map under his feet, hesitated for two seconds, and stomped his feet, well, it's very real.

Just now, I seem to have experienced a lot of things, and I feel the various lives brought about by different identities. From birth to death, I have experienced it one by one, and it feels amazing.

Is it a dream?

Dreams aren't so real, are they?

Touching my heart, eh, fortunately I wasn't hurt, the dream just now was really real, and I seemed to have been stabbed to death.

But how does it feel as if it's actually happening?

Chen Jingle was a little confused, pinched his ears, it hurt a little, and he should be awake now.

That Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, did he become a butterfly in his dream, or did the butterfly wake up from a dream and become himself? Is it real or illusory?

With his knowledge, his mind is inevitably chaotic at the moment.

Chen Jingle put away all his doubts and looked at the paper in his hand, but when he saw it, his scalp suddenly went numb.

"One gasification and three clearing?!"