Putting down the diary he had finished reading in his hand, Zhou Yi casually picked up another one below.

Turned the first page and looked at the time, the ninth year, autumn.

The ninth year should not be the first year in which the diary begins.

Putting it aside, I picked up the other one below: Eleventh year, Midsummer.

Again: the seventeenth year, the beginning of spring.

Next: Twenty-third year, summer solstice.

One by one, the diaries were taken out of the jade box and sorted by the time of the first page.

After sorting all the diaries by time, Zhou Yi picked up the top one.

The third year, Chongyang.

It's been three years since I came to this world, and even though I've lived in this strange and magical world for three years, it's still a little unbelievable.

My father and mother are kind and kind, and they really take care of me.

Over the years, from the initial resistance, it has gradually been accepted.

Even though I have memories of my past life, it was a past life after all, and this life—they gave me life.

Today, Chongyang, copied a poem to my father, my father was very happy, fulfilled a wish of mine, and successfully got the long-awaited pen, ink, paper and inkstone - although this thing is not worth much in this world.

However, some secrets that belong to a person also have a way to record - I am afraid that after a long time, some things will be gradually forgotten.

Forget that you still have a past life, forget that you have another life, forget that you just slept for a while, and woke up and was inexplicably born in another world.

It's just, a past life

Three generations of Jiangnan Zhou's single biography?

The only heir to the billions of family properties in three hundred years?

Father?

Mother?

Grandparents, grandparents?

Can you go back?

The hand trembled uncontrollably.

His eyes were fixed on the page of the book that had been opened, at the lines of words on it.

A paper booklet that was obviously fluttering, held in his hand at this moment, Zhou Yi felt as if he had the weight of ten thousand jun.

Jiangnan Zhou's?

A 300-year-old family?

Just because of a sleep crossing?

and the names that have been remembered in my heart since I was a child and have never been forgotten.

Over and over again, over and over again.

Look at it over and over again, over and over again.

I don't know how many times I've seen it.

"Pak~"

As soon as his hand was weak, the diary in his hand fell to the ground with a soft sound.

The sound was not loud, but it woke up the person in the dream.

So it's me?

Am I him?

Is he me?

From beginning to end, it was always me?

I've always been me?

I was before, and I am still now?

Just I forgot about it myself?

This conclusion seems to have left Zhou Yi with no room for doubt and refutation.

It's just that if it's always me, why would I forget?

Even if you forget, why do you forget this life but remember your past life?

What happened back then?

From birth to death, from death to life, what has happened in the meantime?

Everything, it seems, is unknown, waiting for him to explore.

Suddenly, a big curtain seemed to be rolled out in front of me, and the curtain was full of fog.

Little by little, they are waiting for him to uncover and uncover.

He bent down to pick up the diary that had fallen to the ground, and reopened it to the first page, leaning back in his chair with some weakness.

From the first page, I watched this amazingly informative content again.

In the end, I have to admit it, even if I watch it ten more times, watch it a hundred more times.

The 'I' written in this diary is him Zhou Yi himself.

After being shocked, confused, and overwhelmed, people gradually calm down and their hearts gradually settle down.

As you might think, these diaries contain secrets, and perhaps even many secrets.

It's just a beginning, what a big surprise (fright?) left for yourself, so is there more hidden secrets in the content that are waiting to be discovered?

In the third year, the beginning of winter.

Today, a strange woman came to the town, dressed in a Taoist robe, and obviously looked younger than Xiao Cui, but from her eyes, I read that I couldn't dissolve the vicissitudes of life.

I don't know if it's in response to that sentence, excellent people will be attracted to each other no matter where they are.

In the crowd, I noticed the woman at a glance.

In the crowd, the woman also noticed me at a glance.

Just a glance at each other, the woman came to my house and told my parents that I am such a fairy muscle and jade bone, I must be a unique cultivation wizard, and she wants to take me to the mountain gate and teach me to cultivate immortals.

My father and mother were very excited, happy that there was a cultivator in the family, and although they were reluctant to give up, they nodded without hesitation.

That Dao Gu seemed to be very happy, and there was a smile in her vicissitudes of life in her eyes that could not be hidden.

touched me a few times on the spot, and the whole person was even more excited and couldn't help himself.

bluntly said that I am the reincarnation of an immortal, and I am an innate god and demon Dao body that is rare to see for hundreds of millions of years.

From her expression, I could tell that she was really excited, and naturally happy that she was a traverser who was golden, and was destined to shine even if she was buried in the dirt.

It's just that I also have unsolvable doubts in my heart - obviously in my previous life, I was just an ordinary young man on the earth, who could only go home and inherit trillions of family assets without hard work.

Why did she insist that I was the reincarnation of an immortal?

I don't understand, but now is not the time to wonder about that.

After discovering what kind of god and demon Dao body I was, Dao Gu gave me an exercise called Spiritual Guidance, saying that it could test the speed at which a person could absorb and refine spiritual energy, and let me practice according to the visualization for a day.

Finally got the method of cultivation, albeit only a few simple pages, a few patterns of visualizing the operation of spiritual power.

The third year, early winter.

It's strange that after meditating on the booklet all night, I didn't feel the slightest aura.

Is it the booklet, or is it mine?

Or is it because I don't know much about cultivation, so I don't feel the aura absorbed?

When the Dao aunt saw me, she first had a smile on her face, and then her expression was solemn.

He solemnly pulled me to his side, touched me with both hands a few times, and the smile on his face was gone.

He seriously asked me if I had followed the route in the booklet, and after asking, he supervised me on the spot to visualize the spiritual power operation route in the booklet.

When I did this, the expression on Daogu's face was full of doubt and loss.

I don't know what it was, but I knew something was going to happen to me.

Sure enough, after checking on me again, Dao Gu left in a hurry, and the back of leaving made me feel like I had run away!

I don't know what happened, but I do know that my journey began with a stream of wastewood!

The third year, the winter solstice.

My father and mother didn't change their attitude towards me because I changed from a cultivation wizard to a cultivator.

The maids in the family also like me.

This made me feel relieved and at the same time couldn't help but feel a little disappointed - the reactions of the people around me told me that I didn't get the script of the vindictive emperor.

Fortunately, I'm still young, and I still have some time to waste.

In addition, the dumplings made by my mother today said that you should eat dumplings on the winter solstice, otherwise you will freeze your ears - delicious!

After that, page after page, it was all trivial.

Until most of the book has been turned over.

The fourth year, the summer solstice.

The next time I saw that Daogu, it was in a ruined temple outside the town.

Listening to the description of the three piers next door, I guessed that it was her, but I didn't know why she was seriously injured.

I tried to help her, but she turned me down.

Fourth year, summer.

Brought her food and took care of her for three days, but she was still seriously injured and died.

When she was dying, she seemed to let go of some scruples, and she told me the truth about the last time she left in a hurry.

She discovered my innate god and demon Dao body, determined what kind of immortal reincarnation I was, and wanted to pass on my mantle, but in the end she found the reincarnation forbidden spirit lock in my soul.

She said that the reincarnation forbidden spirit lock is a mark imprinted on the soul, which is endlessly reincarnated from life to life.

Those who can use such means are all supreme powers that transcend the six realms and do not enter reincarnation, and she can't afford to provoke them, even if they are her teachers, they are not necessarily qualified to provoke.

Although these words were cruel, they gave me hope.

I tried to ask her for the name of her teacher, but I was told that she was just an outcast, and I was ashamed to mention her teacher's name.

She didn't leave her name, and on her tombstone, I carved an epitaph in Chinese characters - Yujing Outcast.

She finally left me with the last hope, and there may be hope for me in the place where she practiced and grew up when she was a child.

Yujing outcasts?

Seeing these four words, Zhou Yi's eyes shrank suddenly.

He knew that Yujing Mountain had never had a formal disciple.

Since ancient times, there have been eleven mountain masters in Yujing Mountain, and no one including Cai Wei has ever accepted an apprentice.

So, how did this outcast come about?

Is it a fake?

Is it a conspiracy?

No!

She's dead, and no one is going to cheat and devise a plot at the cost of their own lives.

So, is there really such a Yujing outcast?

But if you think about it, although I had the wisdom of an adult at that time, I was an ordinary person who had never been exposed to cultivation.

And if a powerful monk on the other side wants to hide his eyes and fake his death, it doesn't seem to be a difficult thing.

But it doesn't seem to make sense.

Tell herself about the existence of Yujing Mountain, tell yourself that there is her own hope, and trick herself into going to Yujing Mountain, what good will it do her?

If she really had any intentions for herself, she could have taken herself away this time, right?

Moreover, it is clearly written in the diary that the teacher she said in her mouth who didn't even dare to mention his name was called Teacher instead of Master and Master.

In the world of cultivation, this is very particular.

Most of those who call themselves teachers are named disciples, and teachers are graces with guidance, or teachers with one word.

Claiming to be a master, most of them have been taken by their side since they were children, and most of them were raised by their masters.

Like a son is like an apprentice, both a master and an apprentice, and like a father and son.

Most of the people who claim to be masters are personal disciples.

Therefore, this Dao Gu may also be a registered disciple of a certain generation of elders.

In terms of time, the biggest possibility is Cai Wei's unreliable father's registered disciple.

After all, if you go back to her grandfather's generation, the time is a little too long, and even the immortals can't live that long.

Even the immortal gods of that era may have fallen.

I made many guesses in my heart, and the diary in my hand continued to turn to the next page.

Fourth year, winter.

My mother's belly is already slightly bulging, and she may have a younger brother or sister next summer.

In his previous life, he was an only child, and his parents were passed down from generation to generation, and he didn't even have a cousin.

It seems interesting to have a younger brother or sister - I hope it's a younger sister! Don't ask me why, I don't know.

The fifth year, the summer solstice.

After my mother entered the delivery room, my father walked back and forth alone in the yard for more than an hour, and I was dizzy when I walked.

I know he's worried, I'm worried, but I still can't help but want to complain - it's not that I haven't had children!

Fortunately, although the waiting time was a little difficult, the mother and daughter were finally safe - I don't know if the goddess of fate or the goddess of luck heard my prayers day and night, and my mother really gave birth to a little sister.

Obviously, I just gave birth, but I heard that the newborn children are wrinkled, very ugly, and ugly.

But my sister was born a little different, carved in pink and jade, very cute.

When he saw me, he bit his finger in his mouth and giggled at me.

They all said that children laughed like that, but I thought the little girl seemed to be calling me brother.

Fifth year, midsummer.

Tomorrow is my sister's full moon wine, and my father and mother haven't decided on my sister's name yet.

There are also a few, but the father is not satisfied, and the mother is not satisfied.

In fact, since it was born on the summer solstice, I think it's very good to call it the summer solstice, it sounds good and has commemorative significance - Zhou Xia Solstice.

Just take the surname of the father and the mother.

But my father and mother will definitely not listen to me, after all, I am still a five-year-old in their eyes - they don't even give me a hug for my sister, for fear that I will throw her.

In the fifth year, it is still left.

Actually, it's only been a day since the last time.

Today is Ali's full moon wine.

Yes, Ali.

My sister finally has a name, called Ah Li!

This name was proposed by my father, and it was decided by the unanimous consent of my father and mother.

In the evening, when I asked my dad why he gave my sister that name, he looked at me in amazement.

Surprised, he asked, "Didn't you call your sister that when she saw her on the day she was born?" I thought it sounded good, and I couldn't decide on a name that your mother and father were happy with, so I used your name. ”

I'm speechless, even if it's my own father, I can't smear people's innocence out of thin air - when did I call it?

I think he drank too much and didn't talk to him anymore.

But Ahri!

It's a nice name, and it's inexplicably kind!

I have a sister!

After living for two lives, thirty years before and after, I experienced the feeling of being an older brother for the first time.

Although I was not allowed to hold her in my arms, I still felt warm in my heart when I lay on the side of the cradle and watched her little arms and legs dangling, grinning and giggling at me—it's just that strangely, although I noticed that many children of this age laughed like this, every time Ah Li smiled at me, I always felt that she was calling me brother.

My mother joked that maybe we were destined in my previous life, but I smiled on my face, but pouted in my heart - in my previous life, both of my parents were three generations of single transmission!

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