Since the age of six, Guo Twelve's mind has always been filled with a strange text, and at the same time, there is a voice ringing in his ears, and every night, that strange voice echoes in his mind, making it impossible for him to sleep. The strange thing is that this does not affect his physical health and mental state, and over time, Guo Twelve will let it be natural, and then simply read it along with the voice in his head.

After reading it like this for two years, the voice in his head gradually became weaker, but he was used to the sound and words, every night, he still had to read it, all night down, the next day he was refreshed, if he didn't read it, the next day he would be uncomfortable, like an addiction, and even in his free time during the day, he would subconsciously read it.

On the day when the voice and words disappeared completely, Guo XII had just turned eight years old. That night, he lay in bed and habitually read the strange text, a total of one hundred and sixty-seven words, one hundred and sixty-seven pronunciations, and he read it over and over again, and suddenly, as if it had exploded in his mind, countless memories emerged. Guo Twelve was dizzy and suddenly fell into a coma.

It was as if I had a strange dream, an incredible dream.

Early in the morning, Guo Twelve woke up, he yawned, stretched, sat up from the bed, squinted his eyes and looked around.

Guo Twelve is no longer the original Guo Twelve, but on the surface, Guo Twelve is still the original Guo Twelve. At this moment, the realization in his mind was very clear, he was not a reincarnation, but a successful reincarnation. Because the inheritance of the soul requires a strong soul to bear, that text and sound are the scriptures for cultivating the soul.

Guo Twelve was very happy in his heart, because this was his second successful reincarnation, and his soul did not dissipate in heaven and earth. Since his first successful reincarnation, it was as if he had obtained a huge treasure and embarked on a unique path of immortality. The road was quite difficult, he felt like a pawn crossing the river, and if he didn't succeed, it would be all in vain.

Guo Twelve, who is only eight years old, does not know much about the world he is in now, and only remembers his father, mother and siblings. His father had six wives and seventeen children. His world was a small courtyard and a house where his parents lived, and he never went out of the house. As a result, Guo Twelve knew almost nothing about the world.

A closer look at the furnishings in the room was rudimentary, with wooden floors, low beds, and coarse quilts. There was only a small table in the room, about a foot high and two feet square, with a copper kettle and a clay bowl and an oil lamp on it, except for the bed.

Combined with the original memory, Guo Twelve was secretly surprised in his heart, this seems to be not the original world, but the text here is traditional Chinese characters, and then look at the coarse cloth clothes and pants he is wearing, it seems to be an ancient costume. He wondered in his heart: Can the reincarnation of souls go back to ancient times? But what kind of dynasty is this?

Guo Twelve, who had been reincarnated twice, quickly calmed down. He has enough patience and enough confidence to survive in this world. He doesn't care where he is reincarnated, what he cares about is whether he can be reincarnated or not, whether his soul can awaken. Since the reincarnation is successful, then everything can be faced.

"Twelve, twelve! Get up!"

Guo 12 opened the door and saw a young man standing outside the door. He said: "Sixth brother, I know, I got up a long time ago. ”

Guo Liu said: "After breakfast, Daddy will send someone to take you to the ancestral hall for testing." ”

Guo Twelve Qi said: "Test, test what?"

Guo Liu smiled: "You don't have to worry about what to test, you don't understand it." ”

At breakfast, Guo Twelve saw what a big family is. There were more than thirty people, most of them children, each with a small table in front of them, with broth and pastries, and an old man with strange patterns on his face and arms, who was in charge of bringing broth and bread to everyone, and if anyone was not enough, he would send it over if he shouted.

Guo Twelve never felt anything strange before, but now that it was different, his reincarnated soul had awakened, and he was full of curiosity about everything, and asked in a low voice: "Sixth brother, Uncle Pu Er...... Why are there so many patterns on the body...... Well, no, I see the patterns moving!"

Guo Liuda ate the bread and said vaguely: "This is Fu Wushi, you are still young...... You'll understand later. ”

"Sixth brother, what is a Fu warrior?"

Guo Liu took a sip of the broth and said, "Twelve, what's wrong with you today? Usually like a stuffy chicken, it's rare to see you ask questions...... Uncle Pu Er is a wandering Fu warrior who was taken in by his father to do chores. ”

Guo Twelve found that the past eight years had been in vain, he almost didn't understand anything, and he was incredible. It's not surprising to think about it, I focused on the cultivation of the soul scriptures, and I couldn't notice the situation in the outside world at all, and I was able to make my soul reach a certain height at the age of eight and awaken the soul memory of the inheritance, which was already a great success.

"Fu Samurai?"

Guo XII found this world to be interesting.

After breakfast, Pu Er came to Guo Twelve and said, "Twelve, the master asked me to take you to the ancestral hall." Then he called Guo Shi and Guo 13. Guo 12 later learned that Guo 11, who was in front of him, died at the age of three.

With three children who have reached the age of eight, Pu Er came to the Guo Clan Ancestral Hall.

Guo's ancestral hall is a castle, made of rectangular bluestone strips, which makes Guo 12 feel strange is the pattern on the bluestone strips. It was a strange pattern, like words, and like a graphic, similar to the pattern on Pu Er's body.

The six-zhang high wall has railings on it, and there are fort towers every few tens of meters. Where is this ancestral hall, it is simply a defensive fortress. Guo Twelve wondered in his heart: Why did you build the ancestral hall into a fortress, isn't this world peaceful?

He was not afraid of death and had been through war. In his first life, he was a lama, and he was a lama who was profound in the Dharma, and by chance, he learned the scriptures of the soul. The first reincarnation, he was born in a peasant family, lived a life of abject poverty, later joined the army, remained until the regiment commander, and after retiring due to injury, with the help of friends, opened a small shop to make ends meet, although he also married a wife, but had no children. Later, he realized that it was because of the cultivation of the soul.

From the perspective of the soldiers of the previous life, the fort was very well built, leaving few dead ends. What he couldn't figure out was that in the era of cold weapons, the design concept of this fortress was a little too advanced.

Guo Twelve was thinking wildly, and followed Pu Er into the gate. Inside was a large open space, and there were a hundred and ten children of about eight years old, arranged in ten groups. Park Er seemed to be familiar with the procedure, and he took his three children to one of the teams and said, "You guys line up here, come out after the test, and I'll wait outside." With that, he turned and left. It wasn't a place he could have stayed longer.

Guo Shi and Guo 13 talked and laughed, and neither of them paid much attention to Guo Twelve.

Guo Twelve was not interested in their children's topics, and he was happy that they did not bother him. He was looking at everything around him, and from many subtleties, he could infer a lot of things. For example, the adults here are all very strong and have a killing aura. Judging from the eyes of his previous life in the army, these people should have killed people or killed powerful beasts, otherwise they would not have such a murderous aura.

It's a pity that the first eight years of Guo Twelve's life left almost no useful memories, and most of the time was spent eating, which can be called a rice bucket. And the rules of the Guo family are also very strange, when the child is five years old, let the child live alone, go to eat when the time comes, rarely see his parents, only at the beginning of each month, only go to his parents to say hello.

As for the pulp laundry quilt, someone will collect it regularly, and there is no need for children to do it themselves. Guo Twelve felt like he was in a boarding school in his previous life, but he didn't have any learning tasks, just like a small animal in captivity.

There were more than a dozen Guo family elders who came in, among them were three Fu warriors covered in patterns, but they were all very old, and there were a few outsiders present. Guo Twelve secretly speculated that the three Fu warriors were at least sixty years old.

No one was heard announcing the start, and the children at the top of the line had already started testing.

Guo Twelve stood on tiptoe and looked ahead, trying to see what they were testing. Unfortunately, the children in front of them completely blocked their vision, and those children didn't care about the test, and still giggled and played. But Guo Twelve is not a child anymore, he knows in his heart that the Guo family will not conduct any tests for no reason, this should be a very important activity.

"What the hell is this test?"

Guo Twelve couldn't help it, and asked Guo Shi next to him, who knew that Guo Shi turned his head to talk to others, and ignored him, but another strange child said: "My uncle said that this is a potential test...... However, I don't know what potential is. ”

Guo Twelve said: "My name is Guo Twelve, what's your name?"

"My name is Guo Dan!"

Guo Twelve shook his head secretly, the name was a bit speechless, and the people here seemed to be very casual about choosing names. He said, "Guo Dan, thank you." ”

Guo Dan was very thin and looked like a six or seven-year-old child, and when he heard Guo Twelve's thanks, he seemed very happy and said, "Guo Twelve, listen to my uncle, if there is potential, the family will cultivate it, and it will be sent outside...... Alas, I don't want to go outside......! I won't see my father and mother. "He really doesn't understand what potential means.

Guo Twelve was in the fourth team, and the speed of the team's movement was not too slow, and after waiting for more than two hours, it was their turn to be the team.

The test is very simple, you don't need to do anything with your child, just put a lighter-sized piece on your child's forehead, say a few words, and wait for two minutes.

Guo Twelve's attention was focused on the old man who was presiding over the test.

The man had a thin face, a rare goat's beard, the color of snow, the flesh of the roots, very neatly groomed, and a pair of slender eyes, revealing a hint of wisdom. His eyebrows are also snow-white, and the long gown he wears especially attracted Guo Twelve's attention, neither linen nor cotton, nor like silk, the color is pale blue, and it is embroidered with dark lines. Guo Twelve was careful, and he found that the ornamentation on it was very similar to the pattern on the bluestone strip he had seen earlier. A palm-wide belt with rectangular pieces neatly embellished on it. Guo Twelve couldn't see what those rectangular things were.

Guo Twelve kept pondering in his heart. He wasn't the eight-year-old he seemed, he knew a lot, but he was a stranger to the world. Who was the Fu Samurai, what did the potential test mean, and how was this world different from the world in his previous life? The previous time, he was reincarnated in the same world, so he was able to quickly integrate into it, but this time it seemed that something had happened, and this world felt strange to him.

"What's your name, kid?"

The old man in Tsing Yi, who was in charge of the test, asked very kindly.

"Guo XII. ”

There is someone next to you who is in charge of recording. The old man in Tsing Yi said, "Stand still, look at me." With a slight touch of his fingers on his waist, an extra rectangular thing appeared in his hand, and then it was attached to Guo Twelve's head, and said, "You star...... Hehe, not with your eyes, but with your attention. ”

Guo Twelve secretly said in his heart: "How many children here can understand your words?" He simply closed his eyes and focused his attention on his forehead.

All of a sudden, he saw the thing. There are intricate patterns in it, and when you look at the patterns, it is extremely smooth. He was so surprised, could it be that he had eyes on his forehead?

The old man in Tsing Yi suddenly opened his eyes wide, only to see that the piece on Guo Twelve's forehead was emitting a flickering red glow. He was pleasantly surprised: "Huh! Spell potential! It turned out to be spell potential!"

"Quick! Go and call Chen Lao! Just say that you have found a child with the potential for spells. ”