In a daze, Song Jie only felt that his consciousness was faintly about to come out of his body, and the ethereal and ethereal, unrestrained feeling made people unconsciously indulge in it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Boom!

As if in his sleep, he suddenly fell from a high altitude to the ground, Song Jie's body was shocked, and he suddenly woke up.

The memories in his mind were constantly being integrated, and a memory that did not belong to him poured out from the depths of his mind.

Strangely, the other memory is not entangled with the original memory, and the two memories are clearly distinguished, and he is still the main one.

Song Jie browsed the memory that suddenly appeared as if he were watching a movie.

"What a hapless boy, worse than me. ”

Song Jie recalled that memory and sighed with a wry smile.

Through that sudden memory, he already knew that he had crossed over, and the memory was full of pig's tails on the streets, which was properly in the Qing Dynasty, and it was not clear which emperor was in power.

It's just this body that has crossed over and possessed it...... Alas, I still don't mention this sad topic.

The body is so weak that it looks like it is sick and calamitous, and the most important thing is that from memory, this body has been like this since childhood, and it has never been healthy at all.

"It's not easy enough for this body to survive alone for two years. ”

Song Jie secretly rolled his eyes, said a word in his heart, and began to sort out the key information he got from his memory.

It's the Qing Dynasty now, yes, the place where I am staying now should be called Yansui Town.

"Yansui Town......" Song Jie pursed his lips, a little dumbfounded: "Tut, look at the name of this place, what the hell is this place, I haven't even heard of it." Well, it should be the place name used in the Qing Dynasty...... What's the use of that?"

Song Jie just wants to cry now, he knew that it would be good when he went to school, and he would study history seriously, so that he wouldn't even be able to tell where he was now.

Forget it, if you don't know, you don't know. Then comb down and confirm the location of the matter later, anyway, I am not ready to leave now.

If I can't do it, I won't go out, so I'll stay in this town.

Song Jie comforted himself and began to sort out his memory little by little.

Begging, begging, begging, especially just begging for two years has passed, and nothing else has been done at all.

Further on, he and the old housekeeper relied on each other for their lives, saw a doctor and took medicine, fled for their lives, and the two of them went to a remote place.

was so angry that Song Jie wanted to scold, he was with the old housekeeper for ten years, ten years, either running for his life or seeing a doctor, did your parents die?

"It's really dead, tsk, it's miserable, but the origin of this enemy is too big. ”

Song Jie chirped and thought with a hint of sympathy. This is what he found when he looked forward, not only his parents, but ten years ago, there was no one left of the 124 members of the family except for the old housekeeper and himself, and they were all over the house.

Song Jie looked at the corpses in the yard in his memory, and couldn't help but have a cold war, the killer was really a chicken and dog, and the ground of the entire yard was dyed red.

The most important thing is that from his memories ten years ago, he found out that the whole family that killed the possessed family were all officers and soldiers.

That's right, in this way, the big enemy of this body is the biggest boss of feudal society - the emperor.

Unless you kill officials and rebel, there is probably no hope of revenge in this life.

What? You said that a person hid to assassinate the emperor? Don't be funny, just this body and bones, let alone killing the emperor to take revenge, even getting close to the emperor is difficult.

You think this is a martial arts novel, flying eaves and walking on the wall, a sword rushes blood, and entering and exiting the inner courtyard of the palace is like playing hide and seek.

Thinking of the consequences of being discovered, Song Jie felt a chill in his back, and secretly decided that he could not reveal the original identity of the possession no matter what, as the only survivor of the beheading, he didn't have to think about it to know that he was a proper wanted criminal.

If this is discovered, it will definitely be dead, and there is no other possibility at all.

Damn, a total of fifteen years old, the experience of five years old is even richer than the next ten years combined.

What is full of beheading, blood and hatred, foci riddled with foci, full of cold and warmth, and suffering all rushed together. If this is according to Mencius, it will be a proper protagonist's life.

Isn't that the case of the people who are going to be given the great task of heaven or something? It's a pity that I didn't pass the test of heaven and braided my hair.

If you don't even have a life, no matter how much it is the protagonist's life, it's useless.

According to the current point of view, possession is indeed not the protagonist's life, if it weren't for Song Jie suddenly crossing over, this kid is estimated to even have a hard body.

But if you didn't die, there would be no Song Jie's possession, to put it bluntly, it is to borrow the corpse to return the soul, and if the soul of the person itself is about to dissipate, you can take advantage of the void to enter, and before the last ray of life in the body is not cut off, you can fully receive the original consciousness and come back to life.

Of course, if the person who borrowed the corpse to resurrect the soul is not strong enough in his own spirit, and the two consciousnesses are entangled, even if he is not an idiot when he comes back to life, he will become a madman.

Song Jie was lucky, when he was possessed, he was protected by the treasure flute, and there was nothing wrong with it, but I am afraid that the flute is almost useless.

Of course, Song Jie didn't know these things, and he was still complaining about the original person, and he didn't leave him any useful things.

Fifteen years of memory, the only thing that is somewhat useful is that one piece of geographic information, and he still doesn't know the place. Oh, and there's another piece of information about the full house of slashing.

Later, the old housekeeper made a secret visit and learned that the reason for the beheading was because he had a connection with the Dragon Slaying Gang.

Dragon Slayer!

Knowing these three words, Song Jie was directly depressed, and he was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, one of them was the same name as Yansui Town, he had never heard of it, you said that if it was related to the Qing Gang, the Hong Gang, and the Ma Gang, the Cao Gang and other gangs, he would at least know. But what kind of gang is this Dragon Slayer?

Second, just by looking at the name, you know that the so-called Dragon Slayer Gang is definitely a rebel organization, and they have all slaughtered dragons, who would dare to use this name if it is not a rebel organization?

Originally, even if the whole house was slaughtered, the imperial court might not take one or two escaped small miscellaneous fish to heart. However, once it is related to the rebellion, no matter how big it is, the court will definitely investigate it to the end, at least as far as he knows, the court has done so in previous dynasties.

Maybe it's been ten years, and the Criminal Department still has its own wanted portrait. It's just that few people recognize it now

Song Ming was very glad that his memory and that memory were separated, and if they were mixed together, his own character would definitely be greatly affected.

If a person has experienced so many things, most of his state of mind will be very distorted, and the degree of perseverance of his mind is simply terrifying.

After all, there are a few people who can be like Zhang Wuji, and if there is no Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Wuji doesn't know what it will become.

Now the memory is divided into two separate parts, which not only does not delay Song Jie from understanding the original things, but also can eliminate the impact of these experiences on people's personalities, which is simply the best of both worlds.

To be honest, when he saw this memory, Song Jie was faintly admired, not everyone can endure these experiences. At least for himself, he wasn't sure if he could make it alone for two years.

Song Jie took a deep breath, his current body was too weak to allow distraction at all, and after he sorted out all his memories, he had the energy to look at the environment he was in at this time.

Only now did he notice that he was still holding a flute in his hand, the same black flute that had brought him here.

"I didn't expect this flute to be still in my hand. Song Jie looked at the flute in his hand in surprise, although he didn't know what it was, but what could take him through should not be simple.

He struggled to stand up against the wall, trying to put the flute away, but saw a small white light suddenly emerge from the end of the short flute, and the light flashed and disappeared directly into his eyebrows.

"Ah...... It hurts...... It hurts me to death...... My head ......" Song Jie staggered and fell to the ground holding his head, as if there were thousands of needles piercing his head at the same time, but his consciousness was so clear that he couldn't even faint.

"Whew...... Whew......"

I don't know how long it has been, Song Jie was panting loudly under the corner, his face was pale, and his tattered clothes were soaked with sweat, so you can imagine how painful he was just now.

"Today, I know what it means to be like a year. Song Jie closed his eyes, still palpitating about the pain just now, I don't know if it was an illusion, he felt that his body was a little weaker again.

After lying on the ground for half a column of incense, Song Jie regained a little strength and began to sort out the harvest after the pain just now.

"Point point!"

The corners of Song Jie's mouth twitched, this name is really simple and clear, this kind of magical martial arts that only appears in martial arts novels, and I don't know which god's masterpiece it is.

This "point point" is the harvest after he died of pain just now, and the things that suddenly appeared in his mind, after practice, he can use both his hands to point points and short blades to point points, and the rest of the points are what to move points and transposition, self-solve points and the like, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a martial art specially prepared for that broken flute.

"I didn't think that there was such a legendary thing as martial arts in this world. "He didn't believe in martial arts, at most it was a national art like Wing Chun and Bajiquan, but the appearance of this acupoint chapter couldn't help but make him believe in the existence of martial arts.

Although his eyesight is limited, he can't tell whether this martial art is good or bad. However, what comes from that flute is not too bad to think about!

Song Ming squinted his eyes, thoughtfully, and muttered strangely: "Why do I always feel that there is more than that." I'm too sorry for my sin!"

Hey, it. There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't want it. Song Jie is stubborn, stubborn, but he has to get up at will, and he doesn't think about anything.

Isn't man such a contradictory creature?

Since I can't figure it out, I simply don't think about it.

Well, the most important thing now is to find a way to get something to eat, or you will have to starve to death.

"Ahh

While shouting loudly, he climbed up against the wall. It's a pity that the only Xiao on his body that could be exchanged for money has also turned into powder after that white light flashed.