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On this day, the sky was clear, and in the Zijia "No. B" training camp, there were futons laid on the wide square, and more than 100 training camp disciples were sitting cross-legged on the futons.

On the podium in front of the square, an old man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, and he only said aloud: "The so-called 'Fa' is the rule, and the so-called 'Yuan Fa' is the rule of the Dharma Dao cultivation!" Dharma Cultivation ......"

The old man shook his head and was talking hotly, not wanting to let out an exclamation of "ah" from the crowd, and his voice was terrible, as if he had been awakened by a nightmare.

This exclamation was so sudden that everyone was unexpected, and they were taken aback, and they all turned their heads to look in the direction from which the voice came from.

In the middle of the crowd, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy looked around blankly, his eyes blank, as if he had just woken up.

The more than 100 teenagers in the training camp are all children of the Purple Family Branch, and they are not from the same place, but because there are not many of them, most of them know each other. Everyone naturally recognized that the young man who exclaimed was called "Zichen", from an inconspicuous small village, his cultivation qualifications were mediocre, and there was no hope of being promoted to the outer disciple of the Zi family.

Everyone only said that this Zichen had fallen asleep just now, and only after he was suddenly awakened by a nightmare did he let out a miserable scream, and they all let out a small laugh for a while.

The old man on the podium also looked a little gloomy, and glanced at the purple dust in the crowd. He is the elder of the Purple Family Training Camp, and he will preach a lesson in the square every day to answer the questions of the named disciples of the training camp.

This kind of training camp of the Purple Family was created to accommodate the children of the Purple Family's branches, and these disciples must perform well and achieve the top three results in the training camp in order to be promoted from a registered disciple to a disciple of the Purple Family's outer sect.

The entire Zi family, whether it is resources or others, focuses mainly on the descendants of the family, and does not have much hope for the children of these family branches. Of course, if there are outstanding talents among the children of the branch, they will also be included in the family and will be cultivated.

But in general, the disciples of the Zi family branch have low Fa Dao qualifications and few talents, so the establishment of such a training camp is more about putting on a show, taking care of the bloodline of the family branch, and winning people's hearts. At the same time, the training camp fees collected are also considered a small amount of money.

The Zi family has this attitude, and for various reasons, these branch disciples of the Zi family are also quite uncompetitive, and few outstanding talents have appeared over the years. Under such a vicious circle, the Zi family pays less and less attention to the children of the branch, and many of the children of the branch also give up on themselves and do not cherish the opportunity at all.

When the old man first started teaching, he was still carefully prepared, but gradually, with the various clumsy performances of many branch students, he slept more and more in his class, and he didn't have that mind, just complete his own work.

Even so, as the elder of the family, the old man has his own majesty, and even if the disciples of the branch don't have to listen to the class, they don't dare to go too far. Naturally, it was the first time that Zichen shouted in class like today.

The old man's face was a little ugly, but he thought that most of the professors were waste, and they were not worth being angry at all, so he suppressed his anger and said coldly: "If you don't want to listen to the lecture seriously, you can not come, since you are here, you are not allowed to disturb the order by making a sound!" If you don't take it as an example, there will be a next time, and you will never be spared! ”

After the old man finished drinking and reprimanding, he continued to lecture.

After everyone finished laughing, they heard Elder Chuangong say solemnly, so they stopped paying attention to Zichen, who was still in his soul.

At this time, no matter who it was, they would never be able to understand Zichen's shocked mood.

"I ...... I'm not dead...... I'm alive! ”

Zichen's heart was blank, and he raised his palms in disbelief to look carefully in front of him, and even pinched himself. The pain made him more awake and sure of the incredible.

That's right, this "Zichen" at this time is no longer the original Zichen, the body has not changed, but the soul has been replaced by the pharmacist genius Zichen who was mutilated by Sima Qingyun!

When the reborn Zichen was surprised, there was a sudden pain in his mind, and strange memories came up like a tide.

In a short period of time, the memories of the original owner of the body were fused by Zichen.

"The original owner of this body is also called Zichen, there is such a magical thing in this world!"

Fusing these strange memories, Zichen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In my memory, the original Zichen came from a small village in the southeast of the Great Wilderness, thousands of miles away from the No. B training camp, and was a child of a weak branch of the Zi family.

The original Zichen family had dozens of acres of fertile land, and his life was relatively not too bad. But in order for Zichen to get ahead in the future, after discovering that Zichen had the roots and bones of cultivating the Fadao, Zichen's parents did not hesitate to sell most of their land and pay the training camp fees, allowing Zichen to travel thousands of miles to enter the Zijia training camp, and have been supplying Zichen for cultivation.

The original Zichen came to the Zijia training camp about two years ago, but unfortunately his cultivation talent was mediocre, no matter how hard he worked, it was difficult to achieve anything, and he gradually became depressed, only eating and waiting for death in the training camp.

If there is no current Zichen soul snatching, this year will be the last year of the original Zichen in the training camp. Not surprisingly, in a few months, he will leave the training camp and go home to inherit the family's land, cultivate the land, and spend his life in peace.

"Brother Chen, are you okay?"

When Zichen was thinking about it, a fat little fat man beside him felt that something was wrong with Zichen, and asked in a low voice under concern.

Zichen was stunned, looked up, and recognized the little fat man's name from the memory of fusion, Zizhong, who was the only friend of the original Zichen in the training camp.

Zizhong, the little fat man, has the same disease as the original Zichen, and he is also a waste of cultivation, the difference is that the little fat man's family has been in business for generations, and his family is quite wealthy, even after leaving the training camp, he will not go to farming like the original Zichen.

Because of this, after the little fat man was hopeless in his cultivation, he was even more heartless, eating, drinking, and having fun all day long, throwing his cultivation out of the clouds.

"I'm fine."

Zichen shook his head.

Seeing this, Zizhong was relieved, turned around, and continued to bow his head and "read" the idle books in his sleeves.

After a short time, Elder Chuangong's lecture was finished, and he only shouted, "Class." He threw his sleeves and left.

Suddenly, there was a cheer in the square, and everyone got up, patted their butts and left.

At this time, it was already afternoon, and it was time for dinner, Zichen was so worried that he didn't care about walking to the dining hall with the flow of people, but walked straight towards his dormitory.

Although the little fat man Zizhong felt that something was not quite right with Zichen, he could smell the fragrance of the food in the canteen from afar. In front of the meal, everyone else could stand aside, he swallowed his saliva, didn't care about Zichen for the time being, and charged towards the dining hall with the flow of people.