Time passed without a trace, and when Qin Xian'er regained consciousness, she found that she had come to a familiar courtyard, which was the courtyard where she was before she came.

It's just that compared with the previous one, this yard has obviously not been built for a long time, and the old trees in the corners of the yard are still small saplings.

It was a sunny day, and there was a bit of heat in the air, Qin Xian'er reached out with her thoughts, and she had already found that it was only February.

The scorching sun in February, although the weather was a little weird, it didn't make Qin Xian'er take it to heart.

In the courtyard, outside Qin Xian'er at this moment, there was a man and a woman, the man was tall and handsome, and the woman was soft and gentle, basking in the sun with a big belly.

Seeing this scene, Qin Xian'er had already realized that she had traveled through time and returned to the unchangeable past.

"Reversing time and space, he has mastered such supreme supernatural powers!"

Qin Xian'er was shocked in her heart, time has always been taboo, among the many ancient books collected by the Origin Demon Alliance, this is a realm that can only be touched by gods, it is touched, not mastered.

Unless you are born with a talent for time, just like the demon god Raphael, the ancient god Candle Nine Yin, ordinary creatures are powerless to touch at all.

More importantly, there will be a catastrophe if you take time in vain, everything has to pay a price, if you change too much, it is very likely to let yourself fall directly.

"Could it be that the Origin Heavenly Demon has cultivated to the point of reversing the chaos of time and ignoring taboos?!"

Qin Xian'er's heart was shocked, and she felt a little dazed.

But immediately, Qin Xian'er found that she couldn't change anything at all, she was like a ghost, she could see everything, but there was no substance, and any substance was only pierced by her, and she couldn't touch it.

At this moment, Qin Xian'er finally understood the true meaning of Wang Daoming's sixteen years, she had sixteen years to enlighten here and prove her true heart.

The leap from not bad to the void path is not to polish the holy fetus primordial god itself, but to understand the wonderful truth of my appearance and understand what "me" is.

Otherwise, even if the divine power is ten times stronger, it will not be able to do useless work after all.

There is another thing, which is to break the god in the heart and cultivate a supreme demon heart, which is the best demon way, first establish the gods, then break the gods, and then stand after the break, lawlessness.

Wang Daoming saw this and mentioned Qin Xian'er.

"This should be the soon-to-be-born alliance leader!"

Qin Xian'er took two steps forward, but after all, she still couldn't hold back, wanting to touch the woman's big belly, and then she remembered that she was just a ghost now, she could see it, but she couldn't touch it.

"Break the heart!"

Qin Xian'er, as a witch, although she is very honest in front of Wang Daoming, but because of Wang Daoming's monstrous magic skills, she is actually changeable and extremely intelligent.

I have understood how I can break the god in my heart during this past time.

Originally, she didn't have a god in her heart, but since she met Wang Daoming, she has it in her heart, which stems from the awe of powerful power.

In that gesture, the power that shook the heavens and the earth disturbed the divine power of yin and yang to reverse time, which made Qin Xian'er in awe.

This kind of awe makes Wang Daoming's figure perfect, invincible, and invincible in Qin Xian'er's heart, and no one can defeat Wang Daoming, including herself.

But if she can overcome this impossible defeat, she will definitely achieve a superior demon heart.

The Tao has a Taoist heart, the Buddha has a Buddha heart, and the demon also has a demon heart, but the direction is different, so the name is different.

The sun was still shining during the day, but at night, it was suddenly cold and windy, and then it snowed heavily, and in the blink of an eye, it was white.

It was on this night that Wang Daoming was born, and the newborn Wang Daoming had nothing special except that he was a little stronger than an ordinary baby.

His own qualifications are not top-notch, compared to when Qin Xian'er was first born, it can be said that he is 108,000 miles behind.

Outside the hospital, Qin Xian'er was suspended in the air, looking at everything inside through the window, it was really difficult to connect this ordinary baby who couldn't be ordinary with the big devil in the future.

"Should it be said that people are not disfigured? Physique can't make up for it with intelligence?! Qin Xian'er thought silently in her heart, according to reason, since her physique is not good, there should always be something prominent, you must know that when she first met Wang Daoming, Wang Daoming was only in the realm of Mingshen, and as a result, he pushed the world sideways in just a few years.

"The leader of the alliance should be a peerless genius like the medieval princes, with extraordinary wisdom, just like the Confucian sage, born to speak, and learned the world at the age of ten, no one can match!" Qin Xian'er said in her heart, thinking of the road of the Confucian sage that was recorded in the classics, and she had an idea in her heart.

In a short period of time, she has figured out her state, the ghost physique, the kind that has been deprived of the power of thought, and she can't leave Wang Daoming in this era as the center for a hundred miles, otherwise she will return to the original point.

As far as retreat and enlightenment are concerned, this distance is enough, one city, one million people, so many sentient beings, enough for her to come and realize.

Time passed quietly, Qin Xian'er sat on the roof of the martial arts hall all the year round, spreading her thoughts, silently observing the world and the lives of all living beings.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, suffering and extinction.

The world is always repeating, but quietly adding new people, new things in, silently, but it is true.

Some people live and some die, the world is still that world, but people are no longer that person.

Qin Xian'er also watched Wang Daoming's growth, which was her key observation.

Originally, Qin Xian'er thought that Wang Daoming must be the kind that was born extraordinary, just like the Confucian saint at the head of the hundred saints, a hanging word throughout his life.

But I don't want to, Wang Daoming is really ordinary, and even speaks a little later than ordinary children.

When Wang Daoming was two years old, Wang Daoming's mother gave birth to Wang Luoli, and then died in childbirth.

It is said that it is a difficult birth, but Qin Xian'er can see that the root problem is the soul, and the soul is weak, although it is rare, but there are many people, after all, there are so many people.

The soul is destroyed and died, even if Wang Daoming's father has extraordinary martial arts and has entered the strength, he is powerless to return to heaven after all.

In the blink of an eye, it was eight years, this year Wang Daoming was ten years old, Wang Luoli was eight years old, in these eight years, Wang Zhentian's body got older and worse, he had suffered a very serious injury, and now the secret injury has recurred, and his life is short.

In this case, he chose to forcibly hold Dan, that is, to break into the realm of fetal breath.

Because of the secret injury, his martial arts were not perfected, and now he forcibly broke through, so that he had diarrhea and finally died of gloom.

Before he died, Wang Zhentian arranged the funeral and contacted his old friend in the hope that the old friend could take care of Wang Daoming's brothers and sisters, but unfortunately he did not get a reply.

The disciples of the martial arts hall gave Wang Zhentian a funeral, and finally scattered, and people left to cool down, not to mention that Wang Zhentian did not accept his own disciples, they were just money transactions, and he was able to send him a funeral, which was already his heart.

This funeral was not very heavy, and no relatives and friends of the Wang family came.

Eight-year-old Wang Luoli, who had already died and died in the early Ming Dynasty, knew that his father would not wake up again, and cried a lot, and ten-year-old Wang Daoming was expressionless, just whispered comfort, and did not leave any tears.

But when there was no one in the middle of the night, Wang Daoming shrank in the quilt and wept silently.

Afterwards, someone proposed to send their brothers and sisters to a welfare home, but Wang Daoming refused, and the former lively martial arts hall was also deserted, but fortunately, Wang Zhentian left a large inheritance, enough for the two brothers and sisters to live.

Ordinary world, ordinary people, no brilliance.

Qin Xian'er looked at Wang Daoming happy, watched Wang Daoming cry, and watched Wang Daoming grow up through life and death.

It is indeed growth, a child who is a little weak by nature, becomes fierce, beats the head of the older child who bullied their brother and sister to the head and bleeds, even if he himself is covered in bruises, but he must also bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy.

Because he is weak, he is humble, like a fried young beast, behind the fierceness, just to keep himself from being wiped out by the world, and will not die quietly in a nameless stinky ditch.

After all, the world is not as harmonious as in the news broadcast, the strong oppress the weak, and the weak oppress the weaker, this is the invisible order of the world.

"Because he was humble as dust, he can be fearless of everything!"

For some reason, Qin Xian'er suddenly flashed such a sentence in her heart.

As Wang Daoming gradually grew up and saw Wang Daoming's humble past, the image of Wang Daoming in her heart began to be completed, no longer perfect, no longer invincible, and a little more pyrotechnics.

It is God who is perfect and invincible, and man is never perfect.

Perfection, after all, only exists in fantasy.

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