"Hmm~ Then Aunt Mei, I'll go up first, go see what Chen Ping is doing?" After speaking, Ji Lingruo glanced at Yu Meitong, who was in a daze on the sofa, and walked in the direction of upstairs.

Hey, what's wrong with me, what's wrong, what's wrong, what's the matter、、、 Chen Ping looked at the self sleeping in his bed next to him with a pale face, yes, that's right, it's the self sleeping in his own bed. What happened. Chen Ping returned to his room after eating, feeling very sleepy, very sleepy, and then fell on his bed, and then started the dream that had been bothering him for the past few days, but now, just dreaming that he was killed by Sha Chao of the Demon Feather Sect, he suddenly woke up and became like this, his own soul and body were separated. Then I saw that the door of the room was opened, and I saw Ji Lingruo walking to his side gently, lowering his head and looking at his body, after the little hand that could be broken touched his body, his face suddenly turned white. The hurried voice was a little frightened and a little helpless: "Ping, Ping, what's wrong with you, you speak." ”

Yu Meitong, who was sitting downstairs thinking about things, heard Ji Lingruo's voice with fear and panic, suddenly stood up, and quickly came to Chen Ping's room, seeing Ji Lingruo's pale face and a few tears on his eyes, he was lying on the bed, his face had turned white, and his eyes had turned pure white white Chen Ping, who was paralyzed on the ground. Chen Ping's soul in the distance saw all this, and when he wanted to speak, he realized that he couldn't speak, I, why couldn't I speak, mother, Ling'er, I'm here, I don't know why, ah、、、 I 、、、、、 suddenly, a very big black hole appeared behind Chen Ping's soul, and Chen Ping's soul was sucked in.

At the moment when Chen Ping's soul was sucked into the black hole, Yu Meitong and Ji Lingruo in the room raised their heads at the same time and looked at the location where Chen Ping's soul was just now. At the same time, the old man who was far away in Yanjing, the capital of China, including Chen Zeba, who was on a mission abroad, that is, Chen Ping's father, suddenly felt that his dearest and dearest people had left. Suddenly, whether it was Chen Ping's family, or the location of the old man Yanjing, or the foreign country where Chen Zeba was located, the wind was raging in the sky, and the wind was gusting, and the heavy rain that immediately split his head and covered his face was like no money.

"No, no, Chen Ping won't die, Chen Ping, you wait for me, I will definitely find you, you are not dead, how can you die." Ji Lingruo was already incoherent, stood up in a distraction, and walked out of Chen Ping's room with eyes full of disbelief, helplessness, and despair, and walked out of the Chen family manor aimlessly, walking alone on the avenue in front of the manor. Since then, Ji Lingruo has lost his trace, and no one in the whole of China has seen Ji Lingruo, including all the people of the Chen family, as if he has disappeared, or to be precise, he has never appeared.

Hey, how soft, so comfortable, a young man who looks fifteen or sixteen years old, has a black mark on the left side of his face, and looks indescribably ugly. "Come on, come on, sir, madam, the eldest prince is awake. A manservant, dressed in servant's attire and looking to be in his early forties, shouted hurriedly. How to say it, this person who looks like a servant is none other than Chen Kangzhou, the chief butler of the Chen Mansion. Who is the person sleeping on the bed, of course, it is Chen Ping, the eldest young master of the Chen Mansion. It's just that now the body of the eldest young master of the Chen Mansion is still his own, but his soul is no longer his own, and his soul has become the soul of the old Chen family in Huaxia and Chen Zeba's son.

This thing is also strange to say, it turned out that at the moment when the black hole sucked Chen Ping's soul in, Chen Ping's soul came to another space parallel to the earth in an instant, and landed on the body of the eldest young master of the Chen Mansion, and it also happened that this person's name was also Chen Ping.

"Come on, come on, come on, the young master is awake, the young master is awake. Another hurried, flustered voice came to mind. In an instant, chickens and dogs jumped up in the whole yard. "Get out of the way, get out of the way, look at what's there, what's so beautiful, I didn't see the lord and the lady coming. The person who spoke looked like a military general, but he didn't look like a military general, he looked a bit like a Taoist priest, no matter how he looked at it, he was nondescript, wearing a Taoist uniform, and a cyan sword was hanging from his waist. Aren't all Taoist priests holding ponytails?

In a few moments, a room was full of people. As soon as everyone heard this Taoist priest speak, their eyes changed, and the eyes of these people were full of reverence, yes, that is, reverence, not for their lord and wife, but for this Taoist priest. All the unfree people gave way to the middle way, straightened their waists, and looked at the few people who had just walked over with reverence.

I saw two men and a woman walking over, and a middle-aged man walked in the front, he was about forty years old, his sideburns were slightly bald, his eyebrows were thick and neat, and his eyes were shining. The man's eyes were full of excitement, and he slowly looked like a servant in front of the house. After seeing the middle-aged man's eyes, the servants quickly lowered their heads, and his eyes were like, like a sharp sword. Who is this person, is it? That's right, this middle-aged man is the owner of the Chen Mansion, Chen Hanshi.

He pulled a person wearing a light green silk shirt, about thirty-six or seventeen years old, with a delicate complexion, looking like a little girl who had not yet married, that appearance, that temperament, it was really rare in the world, there was a faint sadness between her eyebrows, she was Chen Hanshi's wife Yan Xiujiao.

Behind them followed the nondescript Taoist priest. Quickly walked into the room in front of him, and when he entered the room, he saw a young man leaning on the bed carved out of purple dragon wood, and his eyes were full of confusion and doubt looking at the people who came in.

The young man only saw a figure come to his side, and suddenly, he was held in his arms, and a voice full of excitement came into the young man's ears: "Ping'er, you woke up, you finally woke up, do you know that my mother is about to die in a hurry these days." ”

When the young man heard this voice, his body trembled slightly, and his dilated pupils slowly contracted to look like a middle-aged woman talking.

Where is this? How am I here? Am I not dead? This body doesn't seem to be mine. The young man relieved himself, and couldn't help but think so.

I only heard the middle-aged woman eagerly look at the young man in her arms and said, "Ping'er, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak, I'm a mother." ”

This person said that it was my mother, it couldn't be that there was something wrong with the brain, although you are better looking and more temperamental than my mother, but you can't recognize it, am I like your son?

"Madam, please let me see, I'll see what's wrong with the eldest young master. The nondescript Taoist priest said. This Taoist priest said that he was a Taoist priest, but he was also a Taoist priest, to be exact, it should be a cultivator, he was Qin Yixin, the eighth generation disciple of Yuantianmen, and his Taoist name was Yuan Yizi.

"Then trouble Daoist Yuan Yi to take a look at it. A rough and unquestionable voice sounded, and Chen Hanshi looked at Yan Xiujiao, who was holding his son. Yan Xiujiao glanced at her husband with teary eyes and slowly got up and stood next to Chen Hanshi.

Yuan Yi Dao Chang slowly walked in front of the young man, raised his left hand, and slowly touched Chen Ping's right hand leaning on the bed, for a moment, Chen Ping only felt a clear stream flowing into his body, slowly swimming in his body, indescribably comfortable.

After a while, Daoist Yuan Yi withdrew his left hand, turned to look at Chen Hanshi and said, "Childe is fine, his body is still a little weak, wait for a while to boil some bird's nest and ginseng soup for Childe, and it will be fine in a few days." ”

"Come on, didn't you hear what Daoist Yuan Yi said? Why don't you hurry up and boil ginseng soup for the young master, don't take it out and boil it if it's less than five hundred years old, go quickly, go quickly." The chief butler Chen Kangzhou looked at the person standing outside the door and said. "Also, and you, why don't you go to work quickly, what to see, what to see. ”

I only heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and after a while, all the people at the door left.

"Daoist Yuan Yi, you see, Xiao'er is also awake, let's go to the main hall and sit down. Chen Hanshi's eyes were full of sincerity, and then he looked at his wife and said, "You are here to accompany Ping'er." After saying that, he walked out, and when he was about to reach the door, he seemed to remember something, and turned to the housekeeper and said, "Kang Zhou, don't go make tea soon." ”

"Yes, sir. After the housekeeper Chen Kangzhou finished speaking, he walked out.

Chen Hanshi glanced at his son again, then looked at Yuan Yi Dao Chang and said, "Yuan Yi Dao Chang, let's go, let's go to the main hall and say." After saying that, he walked out without looking back.

Why do I have a lot more memories in my mind, I am not my own memory? Hey, this is not Huaxia, this is Yuantiancheng. Why doesn't I have this place in my memory, it's so strange, how does it look like ancient times. Chen Ping thought so in his heart.

It turned out that just when the black hole sucked Chen Ping's soul in, it also happened to fall into the body of this young master of Chen Mansion, and it happened that this young master's body was fatally injured and hit by a falling rock from the mountain, so he had a chance to enter this young master's body and fused with this young man's soul. It can be regarded that the young man of the Chen Mansion has died, and there is still an empty shell left, and his soul has become the soul of Chen Ping of the Huaxia Chen family.

After thinking about all this, Chen Ping raised his head, first saw the mother of this body, and looked carefully for a while, this middle-aged woman's porcelain-like delicate, fair and almost transparent skin revealed a morbid beauty against the background of the pale green silk shirt, and the beautiful facial features could not find a single flaw, this is my mother.

(The new book is released, I hope all book friends will collect more, from today onwards, no less than two chapters will be updated every day)