There is one in every city.

It is said that the most powerful strength in the entire continent is established in each city to select talents, and no one dares to provoke them.

It has two main functions, one is to test whether the newborn person has the talent for cultivation, and the other is to test how many years the newborn person has to live under normal circumstances.

In the reincarnation realm, monks have three major realms, the body refining realm, the soul refining realm, and the god refining realm.

The refining realm includes the Qi refining period, the foundation building period, and the Dan period.

The Soul Refining Realm includes the Soul Consolidation Period, the Infant Period, and the Transformation Period.

In the entire Ximeng City, the highest cultivation is the three masters, even the elusive head of the Nan family is said to be still lingering in the Dan period, as for the soul refining realm, there is not a single one.

And cultivation talent is extremely important, according to the color of the detection stone in the life hall, it is divided into four categories: Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, the highest level of heaven, and the worst level of yellow.

Generally, people in this kind of small city, if they have a Xuan-level talent, they can be regarded as their ancestors burning high incense.

It is said that only in the special "cemeteries" of powerful empires and profound sects can strong people with outstanding talents be born.

And for those who can't even reach the yellow level, there is basically no need to cultivate.

Because the foundation of cultivation is to refine the vitality.

And the refining of Yuan Qi will accelerate the transformation of Yuan Qi to the body, making people get closer to death faster.

In the life hall, Nan Zhengfeng was staring at the stone platform in the center seriously.

On the stone platform, Nan Xiaoyao stood there blankly in a gray robe.

Looking at the gestures of the others, Nan Xiaoyao put his hand on a round ball.

The ball was not very delicate, and it was uneven to the touch, Nan Xiaoyao pursed his lips and did it anyway.

On both sides of the stone platform, there are two stone pillars, the one on the left has "talent" written on it, and the other on the right has "age" written on it.

As Nan Xiaoyao's hand rested on the ball, the light on the stone pillar on the right slowly rose, and finally fixed on the scale of "twenty-two".

The stone pillar on the left also has a slight glow, and the gray is shrouded in the stone pillar.

"Elder, this time it's a big loss."

Following Nan Zhengfeng, a person who looked about the same age as Nan Xiaoyao said with a smile.

Gray is yellow, silver is Xuan, gold is earthly, and red is heaven.

The gray on the stone pillar is not conspicuous, Nan Xiaoyao can barely be regarded as having some talent, but if he counts his current age, I am afraid that there is no need to cultivate, otherwise he will die faster.

"Hands hard!"

Nan Zhengfeng was still a little unwilling, and put his hands on his chest and gestured to Nan Xiaoyao.

"So?"

Nan Xiaoyao seemed to have realized, and the strength on his hands increased a little.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Nan Xiaoyao only felt that the blood in his body was swelling, the blood and qi were surging, and his mind was drowsy......

In the drowsy consciousness, pieces of information flashed, and pieces of memory appeared.

There are memories of past lives, as well as information about this life.

Nan Xiaoyao finally remembered that he was dead.

The best doctor of Qingbei University died in a conspiracy because of a woman, but he didn't expect to come to this reincarnation realm.

I wonder if this is a time travel, or a rebirth?

But he knew that even if he lived another life, his life would not be long.

Twenty-two years, the age of his previous life.

How do you want to live backwards in this hellish place?

If those old men and old ladies in the previous life knew, I am afraid they would envy this place.

But I'm only twenty-two!

It's not fair!

God, you're not fair!

Others are either emperors or immortals when they pass through and are reborn, and again they are also talented or bloodline power.

What does Lao Tzu have?

Let me die playing?

Isn't that interesting?

Yes?

Nan Xiaoyao wants to cry, why is he so miserable?

He didn't notice that on the back of his right hand, something in the shape of a leaf was fleeting.

……

"Patriarch, Princess Mingyu has indeed gone back, and that newcomer is really a waste, if he has a lifespan of seventy or eighty years, he may still be able to cultivate, but he only has a lifespan of twenty-two years, and cultivation is to find death."

In the Li family, someone reported the news to Li Haobai.

"What a piece of crap?"

The Wang family and Wang Jinshi also got the news, and they naturally would not completely give up the opportunity for the family to soar because of the princess's words, but the Birth Hall would not make a mistake, it was an existence that could walk sideways in the empire.

"Could it be that the last thunderbolt has nullified him again?"

Wang Jinshi really couldn't think of a better explanation.

A vision from heaven, a brilliant talent, a lightning strike, a waste......

For a long time, there was a "legend" of Nan Xiaoyao in the city of Ximeng.

……

"Forget it, it's better to die than to live, how can there be more than 20 years to live, the living can't let the urine suffocate to death, Lao Tzu must prove to you, Lao Tzu is not a waste!"

Even if you can't cultivate, Lao Tzu is not a waste!

Nan Xiaoyao suppressed the anger in his heart.

It is ridiculous that the top students of Qingbei University have become waste in their mouths.

Even if he changes the world, Lao Tzu is still a genius!

Opening his eyes slightly, a thatched roof appeared in front of him.

"Squeak ......"

As soon as his body moved, several pieces of wood made a screeching sound, and when he looked up, there were walls on three sides, and only one side was open to the door, revealing a bright light.

Following the bright light, walking out, several people squatted lazily on the ground, their bodies dirty, not clean at all.

"Yo, the waste has finally woken up, get up and get to work."

It seems that someone noticed Nan Xiaoyao's movements and shouted.

"Finally TMD woke up, Lao Tzu has been waiting for a few days."

"Finally, there is more work, and everyone can rest and rest."

"Haha......"

A group of people quipped.

"Big brothers, what is this?"

Nan Xiaoyao was a little puzzled, wasn't he in the "Life Hall" of some kind of ghost?

When did you come to this wilderness?

"Fuck your sister, who's your big brother?"

"Lao Tzu has to take care of you again these days, and I have to dig black stones, and I have lost a few catties of meat, since you are awake, you can do the rest of the work!"

"That's right, I've lost a lot of weight too!"

Several people complained half-lying on the grass.

"Thank you, but can you give me something to eat first?"

Nan Xiaoyao asked tentatively.

People are iron rice and steel, and he is hungry and panicked if he doesn't eat a meal, and now his chest is close to his back, if it weren't for eating something, he wouldn't even have the motivation to come out.

"Eat a fart! Want to eat it without doing anything? ”

A big man stood up and glared at Nan Xiaoyao.

"Brother Luo, don't be like him, hurry up and let him finish his work after eating, it won't be an eyesore."

The emaciated young man next to him opened his mouth to persuade, took out a steamed bun from his pocket, and threw it over directly.

"That's it?"

Nan Xiaoyao hurriedly took the black and hard steamed buns, looked around and finally understood, there is no food!

Not even pickles!

"Don't waste time, hurry up and get off the mine, you will be delayed!"

The big man who was called "Brother Luo" shouted before, and several other people stepped forward one after another and pushed Nan Xiaoyao towards the mine. Degree of literature