"Heaven, earth, which way did the gods make such a big joke on me!" Qin looked at his immature little hands and shouted to the sky unwillingly. Lying on the bed in a gloomy state, Qin Guan pondered what went wrong and turned himself, a high-quality young man in the twenty-first century, into a little kid who was just twelve or thirteen years old.

Qin Guan was originally a college student who had just graduated, and he followed a group of classmates to camp in the mountains, but he happened to encounter a flash flood, and before he could enter the society, he was taken away by a wave of raging floods. It was also his bad luck, when he set up camp, his tent was on the outermost periphery, and the others were just a little frightened, and when the flash flood passed and counted the number of people, he found that Qin Guan followed the tent alone and disappeared.

When Qin Guan woke up again, he found that he had come to a strange place, the buildings around him looked antique, and he just wanted to get up from the quaint wooden bed, but he found that something was wrong, ", why has my body shrunk?" pinched his face, full of collagen, and followed himself for almost ten years of pimples I don't know where to run. Looking up at the room, the area is not large, only a bed, a futon, and a portrait painting on the wall, except for the copper basin for washing the face, there is nothing else.

Qin Guan couldn't accept the fact that he had crossed over for a while, and despite the pain all over his body, he struggled to get up and walked to the copper basin filled with water, and carefully looked at himself in the water.

"Well, it's not as good-looking as it was when I didn't have acne, but it's not ugly. Qin Guan thought stinkily. In fact, when he doesn't have acne, he is an ordinary person, and he is three or four points similar to the appearance of this little child, and even more beautiful than when he was a child.

Originally, although Qin Guan often reads some cross-online texts on the Internet, he still can't accept it when he really experiences it, after all, they are all fantasy novels, and when it comes to himself, they are horror novels. Although when he watched TV such as "Journey to the West" and "Fengshen Bang" when he was a child, he also fantasized that he could enter that world and learn the ability to call the wind and rain and scatter beans to become a soldier, just like Jiang Ziya, the white-haired old man, with a large group of brothers to fight the world. But after all, he has long passed the age of fantasies, although a man is a teenager until death, but after experiencing the experience of graduating and not being able to find a job, what kind of fantasy is stronger than filling his stomach?

Qin Guan was born in the northern countryside, and his family was considered a well-off family when he was a child, and as the youngest child in the family, he can be regarded as loved by everyone. I didn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and I had seven or eight brothers and sisters to help with the children in the same village, so he just waved the flag and shouted next to him, which can be said to have a good childhood. But when he was just in junior high school, his parents chose to divorce because of the family conflict that had always been. Although Qin Guan expressed his understanding and supported them to divorce and then find their own happiness, after all, they are their own parents, they don't love each other, and they love their own children, but Qin Guan still doesn't want to follow either of them to reorganize the family, which makes him always feel like he is under the fence. Qin Guan chose to continue to live in the countryside with his grandfather, and after his parents started their own families, in addition to the New Year's holidays, they also saw less, but this did not affect Qin Guan to grow up happily. Optimism and being at ease with what comes your way may be the character he has brought from his previous life.

Qin Guan's grandfather, Qin Peili, was a feng shui gentleman in the old society, although he had long stopped showing feng shui to others, but when there were some strange things in the village, the villagers always came to ask the old man Qin. Since he was a child, Qin Guan has developed a lot of interest in these strange doorways, and he always secretly flipped through his grandfather's treasured books, such as "Astrology", "Tao Te Ching", "Xiang Zhai Shu" and other books, but they were all too difficult, and Qin Guan's little head couldn't figure out what these were for, so he could only memorize the content of one-tenth or two, which should be extracurricular reading. It's a pity that these things are useless when Qin Guan is looking for a job after graduation.

Qin Guan's classmates, who have found a job and are waiting to go to work, and who inherit the family business when they go home, are the only young men like Qin Guan who has nothing and is not in a hurry all day long. Qin Guan's grandfather died as early as last year when he didn't graduate, and after Qin Guan went back to mourn, he had no goal even more, and he originally planned to work to honor the old man, but now this goal can never be achieved. Qin Guan was sad for half a year, and it was his classmates who saw him depressed, so they pulled him out to camp and relax.

"The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and lightly brush their actions. Qin Guan cheered himself up, although the things he was talking about had nothing to do with the current situation, it was just a comfort in his heart. Qin Guan can clearly know that he is crossing from his smaller body and the decoration of the house, although it is also possible that he was rescued by the crew who filmed costume dramas, and changed himself into a washed white robe, but even Qin Guan himself didn't believe this probability, "What kind of crew will be idle to change clothes for a little kid they don't know, and they won't call the police to continue acting?"

After getting used to his body, which was just over six meters long, Qin Guan wanted to push open the door to see the outside world, whether it was really the same as what he thought in his heart, he himself had traveled to a strange world. "It's better not to be in troubled times, otherwise I'm such a little kid, it's hard to even survive. ”

Tiptoeing open the door, what appeared in front of Qin Guan was a large courtyard, there were seven or eight people in the courtyard who were practicing with sticks, all of them were fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, both men and women, but even the girls among them looked much stronger than Qin Guan's current appearance. Leaning on Qin Guan to come out of the house, not far from the place is a white stone archway three or four zhang high, which looks very much like the mountain gate in the Xianxia drama, but it is built too close to the courtyard, and it seems that the courtyard is very crowded as a whole. The house where Qin Guan was located was one of a row of small houses, and Qin Guan's house was closest to the mountain gate. Directly across the row of houses from the open space where the teenagers were, was a larger room, with a fenced field on the left and right, planted with flowers and plants that Qin Guan couldn't name, and two old men who looked like farmers were tending to the flowers and plants.

Qin Guan stepped out of the door, and suddenly a voice came from his ears, "Come to the main hall." Qin Guan was so frightened that he looked left and right for a long time, but he didn't see who was talking to him. The children who were practicing in the courtyard (it can't be said to be a child, after all, judging from their appearance alone, Qin Guan is the youngest child), seeing Qin Guan staying in front of the door like a fool, they all put down the wooden weapons in their hands, and pointed at Qin Guan with a smile and whispered.

Qin Guan couldn't stand the crowd's onlookers, so he ran towards the main hall facing the mountain gate. The road was mottled and uneven, and if Qin Guan was not careful, he was about to fall forward. At this time, a gentle force held him up and straightened his body, Qin Guan was about to thank him, but he looked to the side, but it was still empty. Qin Guan felt that the things he had encountered in the past few minutes were even more mysterious than what his grandfather had said when he told his fortune at the beginning.

When Qin Guan was twelve years old, Qin Peili gave Qin Guan a hexagram, and the hexagram made Qin Peili inexplicable, and it took him half a year to solve it before he vaguely said to Qin Guan: "Jar, your grandfather can't see it clearly, he only knows that you should have died early, but you met water in the dark." Qin Guan is also suspicious of his grandfather's fortune-telling skills, after all, this thing is a long time later, before it happened, who knows what happened?

Qin Guan remembered his grandfather for a while, and said in his heart: "Grandpa, if I can go back to the past, I will definitely learn from you." "From being washed by the torrent to the present, the strange things he encountered have simply subverted Qin Guan's worldview, and even if something strange happens in the future, it is estimated that he will be able to treat it calmly. "There's nothing more incomprehensible than a crossing, isn't it?"

After calming down, Qin Guan walked into the main hall. There wasn't much in the main hall, and on the wall facing the door was a portrait of a long-haired Taoist in a robe, holding a dust in his hand, sitting on a futon. In front of the painting is an incense burner, in which there are three sticks of incense, and the cigarette smoke curls upward. There are more than 20 futons in the main hall, except for the futon in front of the portrait, which is purple and black, the rest of the futons are blue and white. After looking at it for a long time, Qin Guan didn't see anyone in the hall, so what did the person who spoke just now do for letting him come to the hall? "Do you want me to wait for a while?" Qin Guan didn't understand, so he simply didn't want to, anyway, if he came, he was safe, he was a person who died once, what else was there to be afraid of?

Qin Guan waited for a while, and saw that no one had come, and he didn't see outside, so he sat on a futon by himself. As soon as his buttocks touched the futon, he suddenly felt a trance in front of him, shook his head and raised his head again, and felt a breeze blowing on his face, and the Taoist on the painting slowly walked down from the painting.

Qin Guan had never seen what a ghost looked like, but he also knew that this old man was definitely not a person, how could anyone walk down from the painting, and the smoke around him was very similar to a ghost movie he had seen before. Unable to accept such a big impact, Qin Guan let out a loud sigh and fainted.

The long-haired Taoist stared helplessly at Qin Guan who was lying on the ground and fainted, and said softly: "This kid is a little less courageous. ”

After hesitating for half a quarter of an hour, he seemed to have made up his mind, and the dust whisk in his hand swept over Qin Guan's head, Qin Guan opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that the translucent Taoist in front of him was staring at him, and before he could scream, the old man waved the dust whisk in his hand, and Qin Guan involuntarily closed his mouth. The Taoist sat on the purple-black futon under the painting, and motioned for Qin Guan to sit down on the futon in front of him.

Qin Guan took a long time to move in front of the Taoist, but the long-haired Taoist did not urge Qin Guan to be sharp, and he was very patient. After Qin Guan sat down, he looked a little entangled, wanting to understand the world, but he didn't know where to start. The old man saw Qin Guan's thoughts, waved his hand and asked him not to be in a hurry to think nonsense, and then said softly: "Here Qingliang Mountain Sanqingguan, the old man is a little spiritual knowledge left by the previous master of Sanqingguan, and he only lingers in the world to inherit the Sanqingguan exercises." You were rescued from the sea by the old servant of Guanzhong yesterday, I saw that you have extraordinary roots, and there is a faint sense of luck, so I had the idea of taking you as a disciple and inheriting the Taoist system of the three clear views, are you willing?"

Qin Guan was stunned and pointed at himself and said, "Me?"

The Taoist nodded, and Qin Guan pinched his thigh, only then did he feel that all this was not a dream. Qin Guan had already longed for the matter of cultivating immortals, but he had never seen what a real monk was like after living for more than twenty years in his previous life, and he didn't expect that as soon as he crossed over, there was an old man begging him to let him apprentice, which was simply amazing.

Qin Guan nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes." The master is on top, and the apprentices are worshipped. He hurriedly kowtowed to the long-haired Taoist. The Taoist smiled and bowed, and said, "My time is running out, and everything in this view will be up to you in the future." Although you are young, I see that you have extraordinary understanding and a pure heart, even if you can't practice Jindan, you should be able to keep my Taoist view from being annihilated. ”

Qin Guan didn't know how the old Taoist priest could see that he had extraordinary understanding and a kind heart, but the old Taoist priest was not wrong in what he said, was he? Qin Guan patted his chest and said that he would definitely work hard to practice, not only to keep the Taoist temple, but also to carry forward the Taoist temple. The old Taoist priest did not discourage Qin Guan's enthusiasm, so he let Qin Guan kneel in front of him and said, "Wait for the teacher to pass on to you the inheritance of my Sanqingguan." After speaking, he slapped a palm on the top of Qin Guan's head.

Seeing that his palms were getting closer and closer to him, Qin Guan couldn't help but think of a sentence: "Will my head be slapped big?" The palm finally fell on the top of his head, and all kinds of information poured into Qin Guan's brain for tadpoles in an instant. Qin Guan was shocked by the huge amount of information, and he fainted again neatly.

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Qin Guan was woken up by the teenagers in the view, he sneezed loudly, sat up sleepy-eyed, only to find that the surroundings were full of people, eight teenagers and two old people, all looking at him with concern. His mind was filled with mush, and it seemed like it could overflow with a casual swing. Qin Guan shook his head vigorously before he regained consciousness.

Seeing that he came to his senses, everyone saluted him one after another, shouting, "Meet the Lord." Qin Guan couldn't see a group of children and the old man kneeling towards him, so he hurriedly asked everyone to get up, and asked everyone how they knew that they had become the master of the three Qingguan. It turned out that Qin Guan had been in a coma for a long time, and the previous Guan Master Ling Xiaozi had already told everyone that he had accepted an apprentice as the new Guan Master. Moreover, Ling Xiaozi's spiritual sense was running out of time, and after giving Qin Guan an empowerment, the only remaining spiritual energy was about to be exhausted, telling the two old servants and the young men who were rescued by the old servants from the human traffickers in the past to assist Qin Guan well, and the spiritual consciousness would dissipate in the world.

The two old servants, one Qingjing and the other Qingxuan, were all servants accepted by Ling Xiaozi when he was still alive. has been with Ling Xiaozi for almost thirty years, and his age is almost the age of sixtieth year. After Ling Xiaozi was injured and died in a fight with someone, leaving only a wisp of spiritual sense, he began to look for a successor for Ling Xiaozi around Qingliang Mountain. However, although the two of them have the cultivation of the peak of forging the body, after all, they are mortals after all if they do not enter the cultivation of qi, so they naturally do not dare to rashly step into the territory of other sects. So in the past ten years, I have only met a young child who was abducted and trafficked by a group of traffickers, and a teenager like Qin Guan who was drifting on the sea. Who knew that they were so lucky, those young children did not inherit the fate of the Taoist Temple, but the young Qin Guan who was inadvertently rescued inherited the Taoist Temple.

Qin Guan asked Qingjing and the two to take the teenagers to do their own things, and he had to sort out his thoughts well. After all, things happened too suddenly, and Qin Guan hadn't sorted out his thoughts yet.

Qin Guan searched his mind and found that Ling Xiaozi's cultivation system was similar to the Taoist cultivation method he had seen on the Internet before, in addition to only cultivating life and not cultivating sex, in layman's terms, he just wanted to gain strength and did not require a state of mind. Ling Xiaozi also objected to this when he cultivated to the consummation of Jindan, but before he could make any changes, he died. For more than ten years, there has been no opportunity to really put it into practice, after all, spiritual consciousness is only a period of spiritual consciousness, and even thinking will consume energy, so just do it. Ling Xiaozi gave Qin Guan a suggestion, that is, after the cultivation realm was raised, the state of mind should also be raised, otherwise it might be a dead end in the end.

In addition to this small Taoist temple, what Ling Xiaozi left for Qin Guan was only a painting, a few bottles of pills and a dust. The portrait is nothing special, but it can be used to worship Ling Xiaozi from time to time, and the dust whisk is a rare good treasure, according to Ling Xiaozi, this dust whisk is a magic weapon that took him more than 100 years to refine, not stained with dust, but also tough and durable. Qin Guan used to always use the feather duster at home as a prop to play the Taoist priest, but now he has a real dust, and it also has practical effects, just like a child getting a toy, he can't put it down. Qin Guan put the dust on his right arm, wrapped his left hand and his right hand to make a fist salute, and shouted "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", hehe smiled, and played well.

Then, Qin Guan carefully took down the painting, and behind the painting was a rectangular dark grid, which contained three jade long-necked bottles, and the bottles were pasted with yellow paper, on which were written the words "Huang Ya Dan", "Zhuang Gu Dan", and "Ning Shen Dan". The font is the flower and bird seal character, which is unique to this world thousands of years ago, and the knowledge of this elixir and words Ling Xiaozi was also taught to Qin Guan. Looking at the name of the elixir, Qin Guan knew the role of these elixirs from memory, and the most useful thing now is this bone strengthening pill, which is suitable for his body that is now developing, strengthening the root bones, and it is easy to practice. After only taking three bottles of Bone Strengthening Pill and putting the other elixirs back into the distance, Qin Guan walked out of the main hall.

Qingjing and Qingxuan stood at the entrance of the main hall, one left and one right, like two white-haired door gods. Qin Guan asked the two of them not to do this, but they couldn't resist the two old men, so they had to pay attention to rest.

Followed by Qingjing and Qingxuan, Qin Guan first walked around his own industry, although it did not occupy a large area, according to Ling Xiaozi, Qingliang Mountain was only the lowest level of spiritual land, and the efficiency of things that required spiritual energy, such as practicing qi and planting spiritual grass, was very low, only a little better than the world. Ling Xiaozi is a person who can't operate, and he doesn't even care about receiving apprentices, and he regrets it when he is dying, he warned Qin Guan that the practice of paying attention to the wealth and law is indispensable, and he must not be as alone as Ling Xiaozi, and it will be difficult to improve when he cultivates to Jindan, and he will not fall to the point of being besieged to death. Qin Guan remembered the enemy who killed Ling Xiaozi, an elder of Jindan in a sect called Jiuyuan Mountain. However, he has not yet stepped into the Qi cultivation period, and there is still no time for revenge, so let's look at the present.

The place where the Sanqingguan on Qingliang Mountain is the spiritual energy hub, and there are ten acres of spiritual fields in the temple, which is the few acres of land around Ling Xiaozi's bedroom that Qin Guan saw before. There are only three or four kinds of spirit grasses, and they are all the most common spirit grasses such as green root grass, red pearl grass, and bitter coria, and their value is not high. There are many wild beasts in the mountains, and the food of the people on weekdays is the meat obtained from hunting and the wild fruits of the mountains.

"Well, that's destitute. Qin Guan sighed slightly.

"Viewer, this is already the accumulation of hundreds of years of old viewers. Qingjing said on the side.

Qin Guan was also embarrassed to complain about his master in front of the two of them, so he had to smile, and then entered Ling Xiaozi's bedroom and sorted out the knowledge that Ling Xiaozi had taught him. As soon as he was in bed and was about to sink into consciousness and organize his knowledge, he heard a commotion outside, and he couldn't concentrate. I had to get out of bed and push the door to see what was going on.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw a burly man outside the mountain gate, holding a long sword in his hand, and on the left and right were Qingjing and Qingxuan leading eight teenagers to confront him.

The big man smiled and said to everyone: "You Daoist Temple has not had a monk for many years, and you dare to occupy the great spiritual land of Qingliang Mountain, which is simply a violent thing. Today, my Longmen Sanren is going to occupy this spiritual land, as the founding place of my Longmen faction, you acquaintances should hurry up and leave with their tails between their legs, otherwise don't blame Dao Ye for not recognizing people with the long sword in my hand. After speaking, he also pulled a sword flower, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Qing Jing and Qing Xuan who hit the head.

Qin Guan knew that this Longmen Sanren only dared to come up to the mountain to provoke when he found that Ling Xiaozi's qi in the view had dissipated, so if he couldn't even compare to Ling Xiaozi's spiritual sense, his cultivation would definitely not be much stronger, and it was estimated that he hadn't even reached the foundation building period. If you think about it this way, then maybe there is still life today.

As soon as Qin Guan's eyes turned, he had a way. He first put on the robe left by Ling Xiaozi, held Ling Xiaozi's whisk, and walked out of the door leisurely. The two of them originally saw that Longmen Sanren was a monk, and it was definitely not something that a few of them could beat, and they wanted to take Qin Guan and a group of teenagers to get away from this place quickly, but when they saw Qin Guan coming out, they said in a little anxious: "Lord, you ......" Before they finished speaking, they were interrupted by Qin Guan raising his hand. Qin Guan knew that the two of them were afraid that they would be injured, and they had already saved the idea of losing their land and keeping people, but Qingliang Mountain was an inheritance left by Ling Xiaozi to himself after all, and it was definitely not something that a cat or dog could take away when they came.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that these three Qingguan were actually a little doll in charge. The Longmen Sanren scoffed.

"Hmph, see if you can laugh for a while!" Qin Guan was ruthless in his heart, raised his hand and shouted, "Go!" The dust rose with the sound and threw it towards the top of the head of the Longmen Sanren.

Seeing that Qin Guan was not cultivated, the people of Longmen had already despised him, who knew that Qin Guan's master Ling Xiaozi left Qin Guan with a secret hand. Ling Xiaozi had long thought that someone would take a fancy to the spiritual land of Qingliang Mountain, and if he didn't have his own spiritual sense, maybe someone would hit the mountain gate in the next day, so he buried a secret hand in the dust, even if Qin Guan didn't cultivate in his body, he could drive the dust to resist the enemy three times, which was enough to deal with ordinary monks in the foundation building period. Of course, if the cultivation is completed in the foundation building period, there may be no way, but fortunately, the Longmen Daoist is only a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and there is still a considerable distance from the late stage of foundation building, how can he resist the power of dust.

Under the panic of the Longmen Sanren, the long sword in his hand desperately resisted the attack of the dust. It's just that the long whisker of the dust seems to be pervasive, and the long sword of the Longmen Sanren can guard the left side but can't hold the right side, and after a while, he was stunned by the dust and rolled up and slipped in front of Qin Guan. Qin Guan took the dust hanging in the air, ordered Qingjing to dispose of the unconscious Longmen Sanren, took off the bits and pieces and long swords on the Longmen Sanren and put them in his own room, and went back to the house to check the harvest this time.