Qing Ci cursed secretly in his heart, hurriedly stabilized his figure, and encouraged his mana to pass through the whirlpool in one go.

With a "bang", Qing Ci, who had passed through the whirlpool, fell on a stone step, which was a little different from the scene in his memory - in his memory, he could step into the stone step with one foot through the black whirlpool, but now he was not prepared for a while, and he fell directly from above.

"What the hell, who has nothing to do to eat and raise the position of the entrance?" Qing Ci lay on the ground on his back, gasping for breath while scolding angrily.

Just when he was lying on the ground and didn't want to move, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a lilac skirt. Immediately, he felt his whole body being picked up.

"What's going on? I...... I actually changed back to when I was a child?" Qing Ci was shocked, he clearly saw that the woman who picked him up was the wind of the year.

He knew very well that he was now old and in shape, how could he still be picked up so lightly by the wind, what happened when he fell into the river, and he actually returned to his childhood?

"Sister Ling'er, Sister Ling'er let me down!" Qing Ci shouted loudly.

But the woman just carried him and kept walking forward, as if she had not heard his voice at all.

Soon, he was carried by the wind into the familiar but distressed glass pavilion, his small body was placed on the bed by her, and then she covered him with the quilt, turned around and left.

Qing Ci was very speechless and lay on the bed, his mind was clouded, he didn't know what the situation was now, was it because he felt too tired before, so he fell into a deep sleep and entered his own dream?

Dreams, Nightmares!

Qing Ci was suddenly shocked to realize that Zi Qingke had already made it clear before, this was the "Nightmare Realm" he specially prepared for several of them, and also let them "enjoy".

Originally, the phrase "enjoy well" should obviously be the opposite, to put it bluntly, Ziqingke wanted to torture them in the realm of nightmares, but now Ziqingke is gone, but what appears is Sister Ling'er who he misses, this is really enjoying.

"Forget it, if you come, you will be safe, I haven't experienced these things in the past, it's a big deal to get along with Sister Ling'er and Brother A Nian in my dreams. Qing Ci muttered, and his heart was a little happy.

Soon after, the wind disappeared and returned, and when he saw that he was awake, he said, "You are awake." ”

Although she knew that she would say this, this familiar scene still made Qing Ci couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Little one, what's your name?" asked Feng Yan faintly.

Qing Ci was excited, and hurriedly replied: "Sister, my name is Qing Ci." ”

But Feng Yan didn't seem to hear what he said, and spoke again: "I'm asking what your name is." ”

Qing Ci was dumbfounded, what is the situation, he just said his name.

"No name......" Immediately after, Feng Yan responded thoughtfully and stood up.

Now Qing Ci finally understood, what he saw now was exactly the same as everything back then, no matter what he said, he couldn't hear it, and what she said and did would not change anything because of his appearance.

Here, he is still him, but he is no longer him, his body has changed back to when he was a child, he can touch Feng Annihilation, and he can hear her talking, but no matter what he says or does, Feng Annihilation can't see or hear.

Time here seemed to pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he was sent to the Spirit Ruins Temple by the Wind Annihilation Messenger.

What made Qing Ci feel extremely depressed was that his mana was gone, and he returned to his childhood life like a subordinate in the Lingru Temple.

"What the hell is going on, could it be that I have gone back in time? What happened to Brother Ah Nian and Miss Allure now? Damn, how could I come to such a ghost place again!" Qing Ci squatted at the kitchen door, muttering with a dejected face.

It's been more than a year since he came to Lingxu Temple, and Qing Ci has "relived" the feeling of living like a year again, but he knows in his heart that all this will pass, and Feng Yan will come to pick him up sooner or later, and then he will know Cang Yu, and he will be able to practice spells.

But things were not as beautiful as Qing Ci imagined, he waited here day after day, year after year, he felt as if he had been here longer than back then, but Feng Yan still did not come to pick him up.

He suddenly realized a very serious problem, he thought that he had experienced all these things at the beginning, so he always felt that he was just an outsider when he repeated it again.

But what if these things are not as simple as starting all over again, but will happen by chance all kinds of unpredictable changes?

He doesn't have any mana at all now, he is a complete waste, if Ziqing comes to attack him at this time, won't he definitely die?

Staying in the Lingrus Temple all day long, Qing Ci's heart began to sink little by little, and gradually, he could no longer calmly accept the ridicule and insults of those brothers around him, and the unhappiness of the past was unconsciously affecting all his emotions.

Finally, one day, a senior brother who had started earlier than him and a group of senior brothers stopped his way, and said mockingly: "Yo, who is this?

Qing Ci gritted his teeth, ignoring him, preparing to bypass them and continue on his own path.

The senior brother didn't do what he wanted, he stopped him one step ahead of him, "Dumb, you don't say hello when you see the senior brothers, how did your mother teach you?"

Qing Ci narrowed his eyes and replied lightly: "My mother asked me not to be like a dog." ”

As soon as these words came out, a few children on the side laughed lowly, and the senior brother who blocked his way suddenly turned red and white, and scolded angrily: "What are you talking about?

"My mother told me not to be like a dog, and what is the difference between yelling and barking like a dog?" said Qing Ci sneering.

"Very well, you kid has a kind. The senior brother snorted coldly.

Qing Ci pursed his lips, "Nonsense, of course there is a kind of master, could it be that you don't have it?"

"You...... You are a wild child who has a mother and no father, I am afraid that your mother is the fox that your father hooked up with, otherwise you have been sent to this spiritual ruins for so many years, why haven't you seen your family come to see you? Hmph, a little wild seed who has not seen the light is also worthy of calling himself 'master'?" The little senior brother of Qing Ci was completely enraged, and scolded without words.

Qing Ci's face suddenly turned cold, and he clenched his fists fiercely, suppressing the urge to punch the other party in the face.

"Senior brother, you see that he doesn't dare to say anything, I'm afraid you are right, his mother is really a fox. ”

"It's just that, you see that he looks like a flower child all day long, and no one cares about him when he is dirty, if you want me to say, it's a shame to be his senior brother. ”

"This kid just owes a lesson, and he even dares to say that his senior brother is a dog, I think he is not even as good as a dog. ”

"Bah, comparing your kid to a dog is simply an insult to a dog!" The senior brother became more and more angry under the fanning of everyone, and spit towards Qingci with a mouthful of spittle.

Qing Ci instinctively wanted to hide, but because he had neither martial arts nor mana now, he couldn't dodge for a while, and the spit spit on his face impartially.

At this moment, Qing Ci's stomach and chest were churning like a river and a sea, and he raised his hand hatefully to wipe the saliva off his face with his sleeve, and threw himself towards the senior brother with an angry roar in his mouth.

"Oops!" Senior Brother obviously didn't expect him to dare to make a sudden move, and slapped him in the cold face.

"You little wild seed, how dare you beat me? Do you know who I am?" the senior brother covered his face and pointed at Qing Ci angrily and shouted.

"Master doesn't care who you are, if you violate the bottom line of the master, the emperor will beat him up. Qing Ci Tie blushed, and once again waved his fist and hit the senior brother's face.

But this time everyone was obviously prepared, and the punch he threw was intercepted halfway, and then someone kicked him in the abdomen, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

"Beat him, beat him hard, beat him until he understands that a wild seed like him can never be compared to us!" shouted the senior brother, and kicked him on the back knee of Qing Ci.

He was so hard at this kick that if it weren't for the hard bones of Qingci, he would have to kneel on the ground for this kick.

But no matter how hard the bones were, they couldn't hold up the crowd, and soon he was knocked to the ground by everyone, and his fists and feet continued to hit him like hailstones, and he could only huddle on the ground with his head in his arms, gritting his teeth and not saying a word.

It wasn't until he felt that his bones were about to be broken up that someone came to pull away the brothers who were punching and kicking him.

The children were led to the precept hall in the view, and the senior brother complained to the wicked deacon of the precept hall first, pointing to his slightly swollen cheek that was beaten by Qing Ci and crying that Qing Ci made the first move.

The rest of the senior brothers also followed to help, saying that Qing Ci saw that the senior brother did not greet them, and insulted them, they just wanted to reason with him, so he started beating people first.

In short, the black and white are all they are saying, and Qing Ci really has no strength to defend himself when he is in pain.

The deacon of the Discipline Hall naturally knew that several of these children had extraordinary backgrounds, especially the one who was beaten by Qing Ci, so after verbally reprimanding them, he sent Qing Ci to the backyard to chop wood.

For almost a whole day, Qing Ci endured the pain on his body and chopped firewood in the backyard, and the firewood in the yard was the price of the punch he took the initiative to swing today. It wasn't until dusk that he finally got his breath and dragged his aching and tired body out of the backyard.