Song Dian, an online reader with more than seven years of books, has read not thousands but hundreds, and reads all genres, but it seems that he still loves Xianxia the most. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that with the growth of the book, there are fewer and fewer Xianxia who can get into the eye, and they are full of routines.

Fortunately, he discovered QQ Reading a few years ago, and since then he has said goodbye to the trouble of having no books to read.

Moreover, QQ reading often has a variety of wonderful activities, and every time you participate, you can gain something, and Song Dian also likes this reading software more and more.

As a senior fan, he insists on signing in every day, whether he reads or not, and never stops from the first use.

Today, when he completed his 1008th check-in, he suddenly received a system message that he was selected as the lucky user of QQ Reading!

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Akiyama Country, under the rule of seventeen cities, ninety percent of them are mortals.

It is said that it is a country of cultivation, and the overall strength is really not enough, but if it is not, it is indeed a country ruled by monks.

Shangfu Castle, one of the seventeen cities of Akiyama Province, is in the middle and lower reaches of the seventeen cities, and it is the rare monks of Akiyama Province who rule this city.

Due to the different camps, the monks in the city roughly formed three forces, which were opposed to each other but differed from each other because of various interests.

Song Dian, who was not yet fifteen years old, was a member of the monks' union.

This monks' union is one of the three forces, mainly composed of loose cultivators, compared to the other two, the number of people has an absolute advantage, but the real strength is the weakest.

The fundamental reason for this is that it is too loose, the degree of freedom of the members is extremely high, and the cohesion is almost non-existent.

But for Song Dian, the so-called freedom is a fart at all, since he became an alchemy boy in the monks' union, he hasn't seen those big girls and little daughters-in-law on the street for a long time.

Every night when I go to bed, I cry and faint. Who told him to be assigned to an alchemist with extremely poor cultivation qualifications?

Waste materials, cultivation is half the effort, and it is a waste of cultivation resources.

He is a waste of waste materials, where is there so much waste of resources? Alchemy, desperately squeezing the alchemy children under his hands, refining a large number of defective pills, fooling mortals and weak loose cultivators.

Song Dian was assigned to him, and naturally became the object of his oppression, and the original dream of learning some alchemy could really only be thought about in a dream.

Working ten hours a day, assembly line production, only responsible for one step.

This is not the most excessive, the most excessive waste material is still beating people.

He had seen with his own eyes that more than a dozen alchemy children like him had been maimed because of a small negligence.

These alchemy children, who deal with medicinal materials day and night, are more often forced to sacrifice their own potential to assist in alchemy.

Working in such a state of intense oppression, who can not make a mistake at all?

This waste material is simply a half-baked alchemy level, which is becoming more and more outdated, unable to keep up with the waste of resources of his waste material qualification, and his psychology begins to be distorted and perverted.

If you want to escape from this scrap, you can be dragged out if you are killed by this scrap.

Song Dian sometimes thinks that it seems good to be dragged out.

I persevered for more than eight months without being beaten, and it was not easy to think about it.

However, just yesterday, this record could not be maintained, and the reason was very strange, because this waste material thought that Song Dian had not been beaten for more than eight months, and the time was too long.

Therefore, Song Dian was kicked and shattered in the chest.

He thought he was going to die, but that night he had a dream in which he became a different person and lived in a bizarre world for more than twenty years.

The next day, he miraculously recovered from his injuries.

It's just that after waking up, he's become a different person, no, he's still him, to be exact, but he has awakened another memory.

The impact of this memory on him is far greater than that of his life in the past less than fifteen years, which has made him change a lot at once, becoming mature and tenacious, unwilling to be ordinary, and becoming more... Comic ......

Raising his eyes and sweeping towards this familiar and unfamiliar room, Song Dian naturally thought of a word - crossing.

This word comes from that dream memory, and the longer you reminisce about the dream memory, the more profound the feeling it describes.

Just as he was thinking mishaps, thinking about why he could also cross through the lucky user of QQ Reading, there was a sudden sound outside the door.

With a thought in his mind, he immediately lay back on the thin and narrow bed, and the next moment the door was pushed open, and a young man in sackcloth with a long face walked in.

Seeing that Song Dian was awake, the long-faced young man in Mai smiled reluctantly, walked to the bed board in a few steps, did not speak, took out a palm-sized white porcelain bottle from his arms, and gently placed it at the head of Song Dian's bed.

As soon as he put down his things, the long-faced boy in Mai left.

The moment the door was shut, he clearly heard a helpless and sad sigh.

Inexplicably, Song Dian's chest was a little blocked.

Soon, however, his attention shifted to the white porcelain vase left by the long-faced boy in Mai. There is no label, and the bottle itself is a little rough, but the tentacles are warm and not cold, which is quite peculiar.

The original Song Dian would never have the slightest curiosity about the white porcelain bottle, because in the past eight months, he had come into contact with too many similar white porcelain bottles, and this was just the most inferior pill bottle.

The reason why I am curious is because of the memory in the dream.

More than 20 years of dream memories almost squeezed out of his mind the memories of his life when he was not yet fifteen years old, and made him full of freshness and curiosity about what he was used to.

He sat up and shook the white porcelain bottle, which should contain a pill.

After a little thought, Song Dian opened the bottle and sniffed it gently, it didn't matter if it was danxiang.

When I poured it in my hand, it was just a black pill the size of my little finger.

The memories of the past eight months or so immediately made him recognize the Black Pill, whose name was Wuling Pill, which was miraculous in treating ordinary injuries, and was one of the most steady-tasting pills for the waste material, which was quite sought-after among low-level monks, and was not invaluable.

With the qualifications of that waste material, a copper coin is good, and it is not easy to be willing to take out this Wuling pill worth a few gold coins.

However, Song Dian didn't even need to think about it, he knew the key to it, because the more and more brutal behavior of this waste material was spread by anyone, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to recruit alchemy children in the future.

Cure him with a few gold coins of the elixir, and this waste wood will naturally squeeze more surplus value out of him.

Otherwise, he would not be lying in the hut at this time, but in the belly of the wild beast in the wilderness of Shangfu City.

However, it is clear that even if he has not become the excrement of the beast, his current condition is very bad, especially after awakening the memories of more than twenty years, such a state of life is simply unbearable.

Staring directly at this black pill, Song Dian thought a lot, thinking about how to kill the waste material, and turned over to be the master of singing, but the memory of the past eight months reminded him, in fact, he really just thought too much.

Because although the cultivation talent of that waste material is very wasteful, he is a powerful waste material, at least many times stronger than him.

Thinking like this, Song Dian touched his head, his expression suddenly became bitter, and he looked helplessly melancholy, but the emotions in those clear eyes were completely different from his face, and it was a dangerous light.

Two completely different emotions appeared on the same face, not weird, but inexplicably harmonious.

But the next moment, Song Dian's facial expression suddenly synced, and he looked at the Wuling Pill in his hand with a look of surprise and confusion.

He clearly saw that he had been staring at the black pill, and suddenly flashed, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and a light blue cascading circle of light slowly rotated around the Wuling Pill, extending an extremely thin light blue line pointing to the void on the side, only to see rows of light blue text Void arranged between square inches.

It was the words of the memories of the dream, and thanks to those memories he understood them.

The four pale blue light words on the top are about a little larger than a thumb, which means a first-level hint.

Below is a very beautiful row of small characters, about the same size as the Wuling Dan, but when he saw the first line of text, Song Dian's face changed suddenly, and it was very ugly.

When he continued to look with a gloomy face, the door of the hut was suddenly pushed open, and the sound made Song Dian's heart tighten suddenly, and he stiffly twisted his neck to look in the direction of the door.

An old-looking young man in Mai stood indifferently at the door, also looking at him.

Song Dian, who was in a fluctuating mood, carefully found that when the old man looked at him, he seemed to look at the Wuling Pill in his hand more, which had a deep meaning.

For a moment, his mood fluctuated even more, but at this time, what he was most concerned about was not these, but those pale blue light words that appeared in the void in front of him with his gaze.

After a few breaths, the old man spoke: "The lord ordered you to go to work in the alchemy room early tomorrow morning, and if you are late, you will bear the consequences." ”

After saying that, with a "bang", he closed the door of the hut and left.

It wasn't until the footsteps went away that Song Dian realized that his back was already soaked in cold sweat, and his heart was pounding, which was fast and scary.