Li Ling's consciousness drifted in his sleep, and countless fragmented memories came to him, some of them were his own memories, and some of the pictures were very unfamiliar, he was trapped in a bizarre dream, and he could not wake up.

I don't know how long it took to maintain this muddy state like this, Li Ling suddenly had a feeling of being suffocated underwater and being fished out, took a sharp breath, and opened his eyes.

It is a simple but neat room, with two small windows hidden by a glimmer of light, and the furnishings in the room are simple and clean, only a few wooden tables, chairs and benches, and ceramic kettles and cups on the table. The room was completely different from the cheap rental house he remembered, and the phone he always kept next to his bed was not there. Everything around is so unfamiliar, but there is an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Li Ling's eyes were full of confusion, didn't he crash in a plane? Thinking back to everything that happened before he lost consciousness, he should have died, how could he still survive by luck?

Could it be that everything is a dream?

Li Ling pinched his face hard, and the pain that came from him reminded him that he was now completely awake. With a stomach full of confusion, Li Ling slowly got out of bed, and there was a pair of gray cloth shoes that he had never seen before, but his movement of putting on shoes was inexplicably smooth, and the size of the shoes also fit very well.

When putting on his shoes, Li Ling noticed a mirror in the low cabinet next to the bed, swept his eyes, and vaguely saw himself in the mirror:

With long messy black hair and brown eyes, her skin is fair and clear, and although her lines are clear and deep, her face is so delicate that it is a little difficult to distinguish between genders.

This...... Li Ling gasped, quickly opened his pants and took a look, confirming that he was still a man, and then breathed a sigh of relief. But the unfamiliar face in front of him made many messy speculations welling up in his heart.

Me, it's not going to be a crossover, is it?!

Although Li Ling occasionally reads some online novels, when this kind of thing really happens to him, it is still a little difficult to accept for a while. Suddenly, a series of unfamiliar memories struck again, constantly appearing in Li Ling's mind, as real as a 3D projection.

Li Ling of this world was abandoned by his biological parents when he was a baby. The former head of Chunyang picked up Li Ling, who was dying in infancy, and brought him back to Chunyangmen and raised him.

However, the next memory made Li Ling a little crying and laughing, the Pure Yang Sect, a sect with such a masculine name, actually only accepted female disciples, so he was raised as a girl since he was a child.

No wonder she looks like such a girl! Li Ling crossed his waist and looked in the mirror, disgusted with the pretty version of himself.

And the "Li Ling" of this world suddenly died silently last night. Although the cause of his death is not known, it is precisely because of this that Li Ling has this opportunity to "borrow the corpse to return the soul".

Li Ling's eyebrows lowered, and he said softly: "Go with peace of mind, you gave me this chance to be reborn, and I will live well." ”

After speaking, Li Ling relaxed, picked up the plain short robe hanging next to the bed, put it on his body casually, and walked towards the door.

Gently pushed open the door, and the bright light from the outside suddenly poured in, making Li Ling can't help but squint his eyes. The warm sun fell on him, with a faint warmth. Outside the door is a small courtyard, planted with some flowers and plants, exuding a slight fragrance.

The real world made Li Ling feel "alive" completely, and then he began to think about a key question, why the "Li Ling" in this world suddenly died at night, and there was no warning before that. If it is a hidden disease in his body, will it recur?

This question must be clarified, Li Ling doesn't want to die quietly tonight. Although he didn't know why he crossed over and was reborn, after all, he survived, and he had to cherish this opportunity.

"Ling'er?" A woman's voice came from behind him, and he subconsciously reacted to this strange and familiar nickname, influenced by the memory of his predecessor "Li Ling".

Li Ling turned around with a faint smile: "Senior sister is early." In his heart, he silently complained about what the hell Ling'er was called, and it sounded like a miserable girl from Nanzhao with a snake tail.

The "senior sister" in Li Ling's mouth was dressed in a long black skirt, embroidered with some white cirrus crane patterns, with a graceful posture and a habitual soft smile on the corner of her mouth. The temperament is as light as water, but it is full of mature femininity.

Liu Qingyun, twenty-one years old, is the senior sister of Chunyangmen.

Liu Qingyun took a few steps forward, stretched out her hand to sort out the short robe that Li Lingnan put on her body, and chattered in an old mother's tone: "You have to wear your clothes well, you see that you don't even tie the buttons, you will be sixteen years old in two months, and you won't be able to take care of yourself." ”

No wonder I look a little immature when I look in the mirror, it turns out that I am only fifteen years old...... Li Ling pursed his lips and did not answer.

After tidying up the short robe, Liu Qingyun raised her eyes and looked at Li Ling carefully, and her tone showed a little worry: "Ling'er, your face is very bad, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Li Ling was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, and put on an innocent face. But in fact, he knew in his heart that it was probably because he had died once last night, so even if he was reborn, his face was still a little sickly.

Liu Qingyun pondered for a while and said, "After breakfast, I'll take you to the deputy head and ask her to check your physical condition." ”

"Good. Li Ling's chick nodded as if pecking rice, and obediently followed the footsteps of the senior sister and left the small courtyard.

Out of the courtyard gate, there is a strong pine, there are some stone tables and stone benches under the tree, white clouds in the distance, a blue sky. Liu Qingyun turned a blind eye, probably seeing a lot on weekdays, and she was already numb to this kind of scenery. But Li Ling felt fresh, like a hillbilly who had entered the city for the first time, looking around.

Li Ling took a deep breath, and the fresh air made people feel refreshed, as comfortable as inhaling pure oxygen in the hospital.

Following Liu Qingyun around an archway, a long street paved with bluestone slabs suddenly appeared in front of him, and there were some small stalls and vendors on the roadside, some peasant women selling fresh vegetables, and fierce butchers vigorously waving knives to cut pork, shouting one after another, endlessly. Li Ling even saw an entertainer performing on the street with a big stone on his chest, and the surrounding spectators applauded.

It was just an arch away, inside the door was the Immortal Spiritual Realm, but outside the door was the street of the market, this strong visual impact made Li Ling a little stunned.

Liu Qingyun still had a strange expression on her face, and found an early stall with a familiar car, and said to the proprietress with a smile while beckoning Li Ling to sit down: "Aunt Wang, three bowls of tofu brain, three fritters." ”

Li Ling sat on the small bench, looking at the lively atmosphere of people coming and going, the corners of his mouth twitched, isn't the Pure Yang Sect a tall immortal cultivation sect......

Suddenly, a fragment of a sleeping memory jumped in his mind, and he vaguely recognized a woman's voice, and said lazily:

"What age is it and still pays attention to being tall, and the reason why Chunyangmen is so depressed is because of the lack of mass foundation. If you want me to say, you should move the sect to the town and help the masses solve the problem, and the masses will help you solve the problem......"

Although I don't know who it is, it sounds like it makes some sense, so that's why he squatted here while drinking tofu brains while watching the steel gun on the top of the artist's throat?

But I really didn't have to say it earlier, the tofu brain was smooth and tender, and the fritters were also fried golden and crispy, and Li Ling ate a little selfless for a while.

"Senior sister, why do you want to order three servings?" Li Ling looked at the extra fritters and tofu brains and asked.

Liu Qingyun drank tofu brain in a very ladylike sip, and looked at the artist's wonderful sword-swallowing performance, and couldn't take her eyes off it: "Your second senior sister will come in a while." Ling'er, you said it was so big and long...... How did he put it in his mouth......"

Li Ling almost fell into the tofu brain with a face, and muttered in a low voice: "Senior sister, can you not say it so misleadingly......

At this time, Liu Qingyun's attention was all on the artist, and he was very attentive, and he was amazed, and he didn't pay attention to Li Ling's words at all.

"Sit down a little bit. ”

When Li Ling heard this, he looked up and saw a woman looking down at him, wearing the same black dress as Liu Qingyun, holding a black sheath long sword, her long hair was tied up high into a ponytail, her pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, and her slightly charming eyes were like bright knives.

Su Mingxue, sixteen years old, is the second senior sister of Chunyangmen.

Li Ling didn't read the iceberg-like momentum of the second senior sister from his vague memory, so he was a little stunned for a while, and looked at Su Mingxue like a postmodern art sculpture with a tofu brain.

Su Mingxue poked Li Ling's ass with the scabbard very impatiently, and said coldly: "Don't be stunned, hurry up and sit down." ”

Li Ling silently moved his buttocks, which were slumped on the small bench, and gave up a seat. Su Mingxue casually put the long sword on the table, sat next to Li Ling, and finished breakfast without saying a word.

Then, Su Mingxue stretched out her jade finger and clasped the tabletop, attracting Liu Qingyun, who was all focused on the sword-swallowing performance.

"The head of the house passed the note, saying that there was a task entrusted to us. Su Mingxue's tone was still cold.

Although Liu Qingyun was listening, her eyes still glanced at the artist intentionally or unintentionally, until Su Mingxue coughed lightly, she turned her head and asked, "What task?"

"Say it's a nightmare in the town. Su Mingxue said.

"Nightmare?" Liu Qingyun frowned and said, "If the quality of sleep is not good, just find Dr. Liu from the Spring Hall to prescribe a prescription and boil some calming medicinal soup." ”

Su Mingxue shook her head: "It's not a mortal nightmare, yesterday morning the shopkeeper of Yuelai Inn found that the young man in the store was dead in the room, and the body had no wounds, and there was no trace of struggle and fighting." The result of the examination of the deputy head was that he was in good condition and died quietly in his sleep. ”

"I found it yesterday morning?" Liu Qingyun analyzed, "That means that the person died the night before yesterday, if it was really a nightmare, then last night, would someone have had an accident?"

Su Mingxue and Liu Qingyun were still discussing, but Li Ling's hands and feet were cold, and an inexplicable panic welled up in his heart.

As the senior sister guessed, there was indeed someone who died in his sleep last night, and that person was Li Ling himself, who had passed through and was reborn!