Call~!

The dilapidated wild temple leaked everywhere, and the cold wind mixed with goose feathers blew into the broken temple, making the inside of the broken temple not much warmer than the outside, and the ubiquitous cold penetrated deep into the bone marrow and froze the soul.

At this moment, behind the crooked and broken huge stone Buddha statue, a beggar boy in tattered clothes, thin and skinny, who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, was tired and lay in a deep sleep in a pile of hay.

It's just that in the bone-chilling nine cold days, the temperature on the sleeping beggar boy's body is getting lower and lower, and the cold spreads from his limbs to his heart, and the beggar boy not only does not show a little pain, but his brows are stretched and he smiles, but this smile is the last expression of all those who freeze to death before they die.

Life is tough and fragile, like weeds, and the beggar boy who froze to death in the corner is just one of the plants that died in winter, who cares and cares except himself?

Boom~!

The last faint heartbeat stopped, and the beggar boy's smiling expression froze at this moment.

At the moment of death, the beggar boy was having a strange dream, he dreamed that he came to a strange gray space and saw a golden butterfly flying aimlessly in the gray space.

Subconsciously approached the golden butterfly, the golden butterfly also seemed to sense him, and flew towards him, the two intertwined, and the golden butterfly submerged into his body.

Before he could think about it, an indescribable force overwhelmed him, mixed with intermittent fragments of memory, and all kinds of strange memories surfaced in his mind, as if he was experiencing another person's life.

The goose feather snow outside the ruined temple gradually became smaller, and the boy whose heartbeat had stopped recovered again, but he seemed to be in an endless dream, and it was difficult to wake up for a long time.

Woo~!

After a long time, the beggar boy frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and the unbearable severe headache made him can't help but let out a soft cry, holding his head in his hands and convulsing in pain.

"Who am I?" After the headache, the beggar boy stretched out his hands and muttered to himself in a daze, as if he had forgotten who he was.

His memory is confused for some reason, and it seems that two completely different lives overlap together, like the legendary Zhuang Zhou Mengdie.

One of the memories told him that he was born into a small family of medicine merchants in the Beili Empire, and was the eldest son of the family, but he was reduced to a beggar because of a bloody accident twelve years ago.

Another memory is that I was born in a bizarre world, with a very well-behaved and lovely sister, who lived a hard but happy life, but it came to an abrupt end because of a car accident.

The impact of the worldview in the two completely different memories made him almost crazy, but soon the latter memory seemed to have a stronger desire to survive, gradually gaining the upper hand, swallowing up the old memories bit by bit.

"I'm Qin Luo, I've crossed over!" I don't know how long it took, but the beggar boy's eyes regained clarity and realized that he had crossed over because of a car accident.

To his regret, others crossed a lot of welfare, but he possessed this beggar boy, not only did not have any benefits, but also carried a sea of blood hatred that ordinary people could not bear.

Although his modern view of the world triumphed, the memories that belonged to this beggar boy did not completely disappear, and one of the unforgettable memories merged with him in a strange way, becoming an inseparable part of him.

This memory of a beggar boy is not very absent, and it can be described as darkness.

In his memory, this beggar boy was the eldest son of a relatively famous medicinal herb merchant in the Beili Empire, although he could not be said to be rich and rivaled the country, but he could also be described as having a lot of money, and he had lived a life of fine clothes and food since he was a child.

However, an incident twelve years ago completely changed all this, and the medicine merchant seemed to be drawn into the great war that swept the rivers and lakes, and more than 100 members of the family were slaughtered.

In the memory of the beggar boy, the most profound image is that of his young sister's head rolling down in front of him, his blood-stained eyes widening at him hiding in the cave behind the rockery.

This picture appeared countless times in the beggar boy's sleep, for twelve years, whenever the beggar boy fell asleep, he would dream of this scene, tormenting him repeatedly, which may be the reason why he failed in the memory conflict, because he had no desire to survive in this endless pain and torture.

"With such a deep obsession, do you want me to help you get revenge?" Qin Luo felt speechless for a while, according to the memory of the beggar boy, there are martial arts masters in this world.

The person who slaughtered his whole family back then was also this kind of person, although he had the knowledge and memory of modern society, but in this ancient society, it would be good not to be starved to death, where would he still have the ability to help him take revenge.

Grunt~!

"Hiss~! It's so cold! ”

The cold wind blew from outside the dilapidated wild temple, and he was only wearing a shabby single clothes, and he instantly felt the coldness in his heart.

"No, if you continue like this, you will probably freeze to death." Qin Luo knew that he had to live to keep warm now, and he had to find something to eat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on even tonight, and if he just crossed over, he would freeze to death here, and he was afraid that he would be the most traverser in history.

Enduring his hunger, Qin Luo stood up and searched the ruined temple, but unfortunately there was nothing to eat here, not even to make a fire, and the outside was also sealed by heavy snow, and if he continued like this, he would die.

"If only there was the legendary internal force! At least you don't have to freeze to death. ”

Qin Luo knew through the memory of the beggar boy that there were martial arts masters in this world, and it was rumored that a person with advanced cultivation would not starve to death even if he did not eat for ten days and half a month, and he could not be invaded by cold and heat.

Airplanes~!

However, what surprised him was that as soon as he wanted martial arts, a cultivation technique that came out of nowhere automatically appeared in his mind, and involuntarily ran along the meridians in his body, as if he had already done so.

"Xuanwu Zhengong? This one...... Could it be the invincible housekeeping of the top ten martial artists in "Fengyun"? ”

The name of this exercise that automatically appeared in his mind was "Xuanwu True Gong", and in an instant he remembered this matter The cultivation method of the top ten martial artists in the comic "Fengyun", which was known as the invincible martial arts of the top ten, but how it came to his mind, Qin Luo couldn't figure it out anyway.

If it is really a true skill of Xuanwu, no matter how it comes, you will definitely earn it. You must know that Fengyun can be said to be the pinnacle of the martial arts world, almost fantasy, and the invincible name of martial arts is also thunderous, this guy is the strongest in the first two parts of Fengyun.

In fact, Qin Luo had this ability, which was closely related to that golden butterfly.

That golden butterfly was actually an untraceable piece of Qin Luo's true spirit fragment in his previous life, so weak that it was not enough to carry his memories after crossing over in his previous life, so he would only remember everything in the modern world.

But in this piece of true spirit fragment, there happens to be the memory of the invincible top ten martial arts, but the body of this beggar boy is too weak, and the memory of the top ten martial arts is sealed by itself, and only under special circumstances will it be slowly recovered.