Earth.

"Buzz"

A white light flashed, and Su Qing returned to his living room.

Time was still the second before he left.

Looking around, nothing has changed, it is still the same as when you left.

"Whew"

Su Qing let out a turbid breath, and the killing intent in his eyes slowly disappeared.

"Everyone, that's the end of this live broadcast, let's see you next time."

Looking at the camera, Su Qing returned to the blandness of the boy next door and said with a smile.

"Brother, are you okay, it doesn't feel right to look at you!"

"It's too much killing, let's recuperate for a while."

Xie Yuanshan saw that something was wrong and reminded him.

"As soon as Brother Xie said this, I also found out that Brother Su's eyes were very cold."

"I also experienced it at the time, killing no fewer people than my little brother, but it's okay to recuperate for a while."

"No wonder Brother Su rushed back immediately, it turned out that there was something wrong with the state."

"Let's listen to Brother Xie and recuperate."

Hearing Xie Yuanshan say this, the other group members also found out and persuaded one after another.

"It's okay, I'll pay attention, thank you for your concern."

Killing too many people does have sequelae, and my heart is full of a desire to destroy.

There is a cold-blooded feeling of treating human life as a mustard, and not taking human life seriously.

Su Qing also knew in his heart that after dealing with the siege of the Jin soldiers, he hurriedly came back.

"Tell us something."

"Yes, we are all compatriots on Earth, and we should help each other."

After chatting for a while, Su Qing closed the live broadcast room and uploaded the video of this screen recording to the group file.

Afterwards, he went to the kitchen to cook the rice first, and then took out a pound of grandmaster-grade Red Tiger Demon meat from his personal space.

After breaking through the martial arts innate realm, he could eat one pound of tiger demon meat a day.

Cut the tiger monster into thin slices and sprinkle with seasoning, then put it on a pot and steam.

Then, he went to the bathroom, took off his armor, and put it into his personal space.

Turning on the shower, cold tap water pouring over his head, Su Qing began to reflect on the first journey through the show.

From receiving Zhao Xiangyun's call for help to crossing back, it took less than a day in total.

Time was pressing, and he didn't have much time to sort out the affairs of the Northern Song court, nor did he care about the reactions of the courtiers and the people of the world.

can only abolish the throne of the second emperor of Huiqin by strong means and help Zhao Xiangyun ascend to the throne.

and then with iron-blooded ruthlessness, pushing the peerless force of the world, forcibly killing the besieging golden soldiers and capturing their commanders.

With a quick knife to cut through the chaos, to solve the crisis that Zhao Xiangyun is currently encountering.

"Clearing the obstacles for her and helping her ascend to the throne is also the most benevolent and righteous."

"I left behind the F-level armor and long sword, I think Zhao Xiangyun can handle it."

"As long as a few days pass, when she has accumulated 50 points and bought a special fruit, she will have no worries."

After combing through the gains and losses, Su Qing was completely relieved.

As long as Zhao Xiangyun is not stupid, he knows how to deal with it later, and he doesn't need to worry.

When she awakens her ability, even if the Second Emperor Huiqin and the hundred officials regret it, she can get out calmly.

The world is big, let her run the roam.

"100,000 taels of gold, 500,000 taels of silver, four boxes of jewelry and jade"

"Total value. Nearly 4.5 billion? ”

Subsequently, Su Qing cleaned up the souvenirs sent by Zhao Xiangyun.

There was no wave in his heart, as if it was not forty-five billion, but forty-five yuan.

When the money reaches a certain amount, it is really just a string of cold numbers.

"I thought that cross-border trading was a huge profit, but I didn't expect to be more profitable to cross the world and do tasks!"

"It's just that at my current level, the help of worldly money is minimal."

Drying off the water stains on his body, Su Qing changed into a set of dry clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Innate realm martial artists, bronze-level abilities, and qi cultivation stage Taoists are already existences that transcend the limits of mortals.

The role of worldly fame and fortune in the existence of this level is greatly reduced.

At this time, Su Qing understood more and more why the monks were indifferent to fame and fortune and ignored mundane things.

Embarking on the path of cultivation is not without desire, but the desire in the heart is stronger than that of mortals.

The innate realm has just been extraordinary, and although it can be dominated among mortals, it is far from being a strong person.

He wants to be stronger, it's an instinct engraved in his genes!

When I came to the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot, the tiger demon meat was steamed, and a fragrance came to my nose.

"It smells so good!"

Bringing the tiger demon meat to the table, Su Qing mixed a plate of chili juice as a dipping sauce.

Later, he stir-fried another green vegetable, and the rice was just cooked.

It just so happened that he was also hungry at this time, and he devoured it with great gulp.

After eating, the time came to almost half past 12 noon.

"Ding-dong."

The doorbell rang, Su Qing looked at the time, and guessed that it should be the little cousin who came to learn to paint.

When I opened the door, it was Su Zichen outside.

"Brother Qing, I'm here."

"Come on in, I've just finished eating."

beckoning his cousin to enter the door, Su Qing led him to the study.

"I'm not going to teach you today, I have itchy hands and want to draw."

"Let's just watch and see if we can learn something."

After grinding the ink, Su Qing began to splash ink.

In an instant, a picture of the 'Golden Soldiers Surrounding Bianliang' was freshly released.

In the Daqing Palace, the monarchs and ministers discussed whether to surrender and how to surrender in order to maximize their benefits;

In the harem, the concubines and emperors cried together, all of them showing sorrow and panic, like mourning;

In Bianliang City, the forbidden army looted the people's belongings everywhere, like a powerful ghost who escaped from the underworld during the Midyear Festival;

In the camp outside the city, the Jin soldiers indulged in pleasure and enjoyed the beauties sent by the monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty, with a high-spirited expression on their faces;

The tall Bianliang city wall, the ministers who are greedy for life and afraid of death, the emperor who can't cry, the panicked people, and the hideous and terrifying golden soldiers

The world is full of states, jumping on the paper.

Because Su Qing has seen the real Bianliang City, the two sects of Huiqin, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, the two commanders of the Jin Bing East and West Route Army, the people at the bottom, and the .

He had seen the clothing and style of the late Northern Song Dynasty, as well as the various demeanors of the key characters in it.

Therefore, the 'Golden Soldiers Surrounding Bianliang Picture' he painted extremely restores everything that happened on the eve of Jingkang's shame.

Whether it is from the house structure, clothing, or the charm of the characters, and everyone's thoughts, they are all restored one by one.

In addition, he saw that scene with his own eyes, and he injected a sense of sadness and indignation into his paintings.

This painting is not only rich in details and realistic, but also full of a strong artistic conception of 'the country is in turmoil and the fate is uncertain'.

It is impressive, there is a sense of immersion, as if returning to the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty, the moment of Jingkang's shame.

"Brother Qing, the painting is too good, this is a shame for Jingkang, right? I've heard my sister tell me about it. ”

"I feel like I've traveled through time and space, as if I'm very sad, and my chest is clogged."

After watching Su Qing's painting, Su Zichen was infected by the artistic conception in the painting and shed tears.

"Well, this is the famous Jingkang shame incident in history, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were broken by foreign races, and the emperor of the Zhao family of the Northern Song Dynasty went out of the city and surrendered, losing the face of my Han people."

After finishing the painting, most of the depression gathered in Su Qing's heart dissipated, and he was much happier.

He tasted it carefully, it was good, and his painting skills improved again!

Satisfied, he named the painting and stamped it with his own personal seal.

To date, he has painted four of the most successful paintings.

Add this 'Golden Soldier Siege Bianliang', there are five.

The 'Tiger Descending Map' was in Wang Jingui's hands, in exchange for 5 million plus a suite in the countryside.

He kept the remaining three paintings in his hands and had no intention of selling them.

"Listen to my dad, Brother Qing, you sold a painting for five million, is it true?"

Seeing that the painting was completely completed, Su Zichen scratched his head and asked.

"Well, your dad is right, it's been two months ago."

Su Qing nodded in acknowledgement, looked at his expression, and asked, "What, what do you think?" ”

"Really, that's great!"

The excitement on Su Zichen's face was overflowing, and he screamed.

"In the future, if only a painting could sell for 500, 50, or 50,000."

"One painting sells for 50,000, and ten can sell for 500,000."

"Haha, I'm rich!"

After the excitement, his eyebrows fluttered and he made a small calculation, and his son was about to flow out.

"Wake up, don't dream, you want the painting to be valuable, it's still far away."

"Study hard."

Su Qing patted him on the shoulder, interrupting his fantasies.

This young man wants to do good things!

"Hey, I know I'm still very poor, isn't this hysteria."

Wake up from a sweet dream, Su Zichen sighed.

"Alright, let's go to school, it's not too early."

"I don't want to ask you what you have realized, you can figure it out for yourself."

Seeing that it was two o'clock, Su Qing sent him back to school.

"Okay, Brother Qing, then I'll go first."

Su Zichen said hello and left.

At this time, the ink stains on the 'Jin Bing Wai Bianliang Map' happened to be dry.

"Scarcity is expensive, and if I sell too much, my paintings will be worthless."

"Besides, I don't lack those three melons and two dates now."

"Unless you can't refuse, you won't sell your paintings in the future."

Su Qing put it away and put it together with the other three paintings, and said secretly in his heart.

After putting away the paintings, he was about to leave the study, but he accidentally saw a musical instrument next to the bookshelf.

To be precise, it was a guqin placed on the shelf, and I couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"Let's play a tune!"

"It's just you, Xiao Xiao Ensemble!"

Picking up the guqin, Su Qing walked to the balcony and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Put the guqin on your lap, wave your hand to pluck the strings, and a 'pure heart and good mantra' flows out.

In an instant, a sense of slaughter and sharpness, and the aura of gold and iron suddenly rushed to his face.

As soon as the prelude passes, it turns all the way up sharply, and the rhythm begins to change to gentle and graceful.

But the temperament began to become flying, uninhibited but not wild, like a breeze blowing through the bright moon.

It can't help but remind people of Li Bai's poems, 'singing to get drunk and masturbate, dancing and setting for glory'.

After a while, the sound of a murderous sound turned soft, and the pitch rose and fell.

Although it is extremely complex and changing, each sound is melodious and melodious.

"The ancients said that qin, chess, calligraphy and painting can cultivate the mind, and I am not deceiving!"

"Haha."

The sound of the piano 'Zheng' stopped, and Su Qing couldn't help laughing.

At this point, his mentality was completely adjusted and he would never be affected in any way.

He walked slowly around his room, his expression leisurely and indifferent.

The parallel world of Daqin.

The thirty-sixth year of the First Emperor.

East County, suburbs.

A meteorite fell from the sky, causing a mountain fire that burned for three days and three nights before it was extinguished.

This matter attracted the attention of the county guard of Dongjun, and it was not trivial for Ying to guard his heart, so he hurriedly sent someone to Xianyang to report the matter to the first emperor.

said that after Su Qing's live broadcast ended, Guo Daocheng's mind returned to the original world.

As far as the eye could see, it was pitch black, and there were traces left by the burning wildfires everywhere.

"Nima, what is wrong with me crossing into, crossing into a big stone!"

"Ah, what a miserable and mysterious life I have!"

Guo Daocheng's heart is as cold and hard as a stone.

What is bad about crossing into, it is actually crossing into a stone.

Hell yes!

I just want to be a human being, is that hard?

[Name]: Guo Daocheng

[Age]: ∞ years old

[Height]: A radius of 1 meter

[Weight]: 30 tons

[Points]: 1

[Wealth]: None

[Life Skills]: Driving (Lv2 Rough Pass), Screwing (Lv2 Rough Pass)

[Combat Skill]: None

[Evaluation]: The unlucky guy who crossed into a meteorite.

That's the list of his attributes, a veritable unlucky bastard.

"Fortunately, I have a chat group, and I can brag with the group members, but I don't have to be so boring."

"It's good to make stones, so you don't have to worry about dying one day."

"Punch in and sign in, even if you have 1 point every day, you will have 365 points in a year, and 36,500 points in a hundred years."

"When I accumulate enough points, I won't believe it, I can't make me a human!"

Looking at the chat group screen suspended in front of him, Guo Daocheng comforted himself like this.

In the chat group mall, there are a dazzling array of exercise cheats on the ability side, the Dao law side, the martial arts side, the immortal cultivation side, and the Dou Qi magic side.

He believes that he will be able to shed his stone body and become a new person.

"Wait."

"Stones, mountain fires, Great Qin."

"Why can't I be the meteorite that fell from the sky in the thirty-sixth year of Qin Shi Huang?"

Suddenly, Guo Daocheng had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and when he thought of his origin, he was instantly confused.

Thanks to the history teacher, he still clearly remembers the history of the Qin Dynasty that he learned in his previous life.

"The Twelve Books of Historical Records: Qin Shi Huang Benji" records: [Thirty-six years, Yingfu guarded his heart. There is a falling star in the East County, to the ground is a stone, the head of the Qiantou or carved its stone and said 'the first emperor died and the land was divided'. When the first emperor heard it, he sent the imperial history to ask questions, and he was not convinced, and he took all the people living next to the stone to punish him, because he burned his stone. 】

Combined with his own origin, as well as the word 'Daqin' indicated by the nickname of the chat group.

Guo Daocheng didn't know that he was the meteorite that fell in Dongjun.

"Hold the grass, don't you say that it won't be long before people will write on me the words 'The First Emperor died and divided'?"

"Then, when the First Emperor learned about it, he sent Yushi over and destroyed me?"

"Rinnyima!"

Looking at the Shou Yuan column in the list of personal attributes, Guo Daolin only felt very ironic.

What about Shouyuan Endless, if it is destroyed, how can there be a future?

"No, I'll have to figure it out."

"Yes, ask the members of the group, three stinkers have beaten one Zhuge Liang."

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Guo Daocheng cheered up.

Open a public group chat in a chat group and say:

"Who knows, family, I'm finished!"

"I just suddenly discovered that I turned out to be the big meteorite that fell from the sky to Dongjun during the Qin Dynasty."

"Soon, it will be destroyed by Qin Shi Huang, and I'll be finished, woo."

"I haven't become a human being, I haven't married a mother-in-law, I haven't passed on my ancestry"

"What should I do, brothers help me figure out a way, wait online, it's a bit urgent!"

He wanted to cry without tears, and begged for help from the group.

(End of chapter)