Seeing the exact same appearance with his own eyes, or even the exact same ability, Zhao Hangyu suddenly fell into deep thought, could it be that this is his past life?

One hundred and eight Dao Lines, aside from the power, he has to raise the realm to such an unfathomable level before he can use it.

"General............ Why does the name feel so familiar?"

However, the dream does not seem to be over, and the scene gradually switches to another scene............

On the bank of the Lechuan River, by the bridge, an old woman who looked like a withered woman was holding a long spoon and stirring it repeatedly in a large iron pot, and the liquid in it was light green.

At this time, the newly appointed ghost messenger escorted a group of dark ghosts to the river and respectfully saluted the old woman.

The old woman nodded, flipped her palm upward, and conjured a cyan porcelain bowl. The long spoon scooped into the iron pot, filled it with a bowl of light green soup, and said in a voice without the slightest emotion: "I have said Meng Po soup, forget the past, walk across the Nai He Bridge, and never ..................see each other in the next life."

In this way, hundreds of ghosts were sent away, but they found that the ghosts still had no intention of leaving, and they couldn't help frowning: "What's the matter? Now that the matter is done, why are you still here?"

"This ............"

The ghost cha saluted again, and said slowly: "Sichuan Po, please calm your anger, it's like this, when Houtu Zuwu left that day, he personally ordered one thing. ”

Then he gestured behind him, and another ghost led a ghost to float over, which seemed to be a little different from ordinary ghosts.

"Huh, isn't he just ............?"

Zhao Hangyu recognized the identity of the soul at a glance, but he didn't expect him to be reincarnated, and he happened to witness this scene.

"Chuan Po, I almost had a prophet to meet you, and this person's status is not ordinary. He was the Emperor of Heaven who had not been in office for a long time, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice himself to seal the generals for the sake of the peace and tranquility of the Three Realms and Six Realms. But because things didn't go so well after all, Houtu Ancestor Wu specially told him to send him to reincarnate and ask him to make it easier!"

"Houtu............ It's a familiar name, but who could it be?"

Zhao Hangyu was in a daze, and was suddenly interrupted by a cold snort.

"Hmph, it's him!"

I saw that when Chuan Po heard the name of the person who came, she did not show the expected respect, but was full of contempt and disdain.

"Do you know the origin of this Lethe River? These are all ............ That's it, since it's Houtu Zuwu's own will, the old body won't be embarrassed for him, come here!"

After that, scoop up a bowl of Meng Po soup and feed the soul.

"Wait!"

The ghost cha suddenly stopped, and said that Houtu had also instructed not to erase the memory, lest this great power reach the mortal world, and the reincarnated body will be unable to protect itself.

"You don't have to worry about this, since you are from the upper realm, how can you compare it to ordinary people? besides, the seal will not be lifted in the near future, and you let him come to the world with the memories and abilities of his previous life, so it won't cause chaos in the world?"

After Chuan Po said coldly, she didn't care about the thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly poured Meng Po soup into the mouth of the soul.

"Eh, I'll go, this old woman is also unreasonable, right?"

Zhao Hangyu was about to find the other party's theory two sentences, but suddenly there was a blur in front of him, and when the picture was clear again, he found that the time was already the 21st century.

The ancient Chinese country has a long history and a long history, not only the vast land area, but also the diversity and complexity of various cultures. After a long period of baptism, it is showing a thriving appearance to every Chinese descendant and overseas neighbors.

Longcheng City is the capital of the Chinese Kingdom and has always enjoyed the reputation of the imperial capital. The reason is that there is a deep spiritual dragon vein in Kunlun Immortal Mountain that extends all the way to this place, which makes the city have more emperors in history.

At the hospital with the best facilities in Longcheng, Zhao Tingfeng's wife came to the hospital a week early to give birth.

And Nicholas Zhao is busy almost every day, and the most nagging thing every day is to ask the doctor in charge of labor induction to take more care, so that the doctor's ears are about to grow calluses.

"Mom and Dad, is this what happened when I was born?"

On the other hand, the underworld is also busy, and a new ghost messenger sent that powerful soul to reincarnate in the world at the behest of the Ten Palaces Hades.

To be honest, he himself can't remember how many times this matter has been repeated, but his position has gradually been promoted from the original nine-rank ghost poor to the first-grade ghost poor.

Logically speaking, these small things should not be in his hands, and his own subordinates should do it for him. But the identity of the previous Emperor of Heaven is extraordinary, if it is handed over to the following, in case things go wrong, he can't afford this responsibility.

Looking at the empty and godless appearance of the soul, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Divine Monarch, I hope this is the last time to send you to the yang world for reincarnation, but after this time, your task will be heavy!

After that, he stretched out his hand and wiped it, and his eyes suddenly became foggy.

"The ninth bed is born! It's a boy!"

The sound of joy resounded throughout the obstetrics and gynecology building.

"I'm a dad! I'm a dad!"

Nicholas Zhao was even more happy to dance, because the Zhao family has gone through several generations, and they are all in the same line, and he doesn't know whether his wife is pregnant with this child is a boy or a girl. After hearing the exact news from the nurse, he couldn't help but make him kneel on the ground, kowtow again and again, and shout the blessing of his ancestors.

After thanking him one by one, Nicholas Zhao happily walked into the mother and baby room to visit his newborn son.

I saw that the little boy was born with pink carving, and his facial features were particularly distinct, and he was being held in his arms by his wife with great love.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and name the child. ”

The wife couldn't help but feel angry, but her tone was full of joy. Because she was pregnant in October, just for this moment, what could be happier than a mother.

Zhao Tingfeng nodded, and began to think of the child's name in his mind, but inadvertently, he seemed to find something different.

"Huh?"

It turned out that there was a faint golden afterglow on his son's body, like the rays of the newborn sun, and when he looked closely, he was immediately surprised.

I saw that the baby's body seemed to be faintly able to see distorted lines, a little unreal, and like some kind of mysterious and obscure runes, it was these things that glowed.

"What the hell is going on?"

The husband and wife looked at each other, but they couldn't see through what information was hidden in it.

"Dao Pattern! How can it be Dao Pattern?"

For those distorted and mysterious lines, Zhao Hangyu is naturally very familiar.

But if he had seen these things when he was born, why had he not discovered them once after he became sensible? and no one in his family had ever mentioned a word to him. What the hell is going on?

Just when he was puzzled, a kind and familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The moment he saw that figure, Zhao Hangyu only felt that his nose was sour, his eyes were moist, and he couldn't help shouting: "Grandpa............"

The person who came was Zhao Hangyu's grandfather Zhao Yunhai, when he learned that his grandson was born, he hurriedly left all affairs and rushed to the hospital.

"Dad, look at this ............"

Although he is the only son in the family, due to his mediocre qualifications, Zhao Tingfeng cannot inherit the family education at all. Therefore, whenever I encounter a problem, I only know how to ask my old father for help.

Zhao Yunhai glanced at it a few times, quickly pinched his fingers and calculated, and after learning the result, he couldn't help but be surprised.

After repeated deliberations, he finally sighed: "This kid has an unusual background, in order for him to grow up smoothly, his ability can only be temporarily sealed." It's just that doing this will greatly damage Yangshou, but for the sake of the child, I can't take care of it so much!"

"What?"

Hearing this, Zhao Hangyu finally understood that his grandfather had made such a huge sacrifice in order to have a relatively stable childhood.

"Grandpa has always been tough, and I have almost no minor illnesses in my memory, I said how could his old man die suddenly, it turned out to be ............"

Thinking of Zhao Yunhai, he has taught himself martial arts and Taoism since he was a child, all so that one day, when danger comes, he can have a few skills to protect himself. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sad, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

But there is one question that still lingers in my mind. That is, who is you, who you are in your past life, and what you are reincarnated in this life.

"You have to figure it out! Otherwise, you don't know which way to go. ”