Pan Hao's thoughts were the same as last time, and he was excluded from the world of the underworld without any suspense. As soon as the thought came out, Pan Hao's incarnation felt the location of the deity.

At the same time, in a corner of the world, a baby fell to the ground. As soon as the baby was born, it opened its black and white eyes, and its innocent eyes looked at this strange world.

Suddenly, within the baby's soul, a drop of crimson divine power flowed out of a trace of soul fragments, and scenes were revealed in the fragments.

Wang Er, who recovered his memory, suddenly realized that he had been reincarnated. The memories of the past have turned into the past life, and those people and things are like seeing flowers in the fog. It's time to let it go!" Wang Er sighed in his heart.

Suddenly, Wang Er's eyes showed a puzzled expression, and then he showed gratitude. It turned out to be a cultivation technique that Pan Hao still left in his soul, called Qinglian Sword Song!

The Qinglian Sword Song was obtained by Pan Hao in his previous life, and Pan Hao also created the White Lotus Sword Song based on the Qinglian Sword Song. Now the power of the White Lotus Sword Song has far exceeded the power of the Blue Lotus Sword Song. However, the Qinglian Sword Song is still one of the few precious exercises in the mortal world. Pan Hao left this set of exercises to compensate for interrupting the opportunity to seize Wang Er, not to mention that the exercises in the mortal world are already dispensable for Pan Hao.

The crimson divine power gradually became smaller as the memory fragments flowed out. Nothingness disappears after the most sloppy.

"No matter who the predecessors are, this kind of reinvention is like regenerating parents. Then give the exercises. I should worship as a master!" Wang Er's heart stirred and muttered to himself. At this point, somewhere on the mainland, a genius child was born and began his brilliant, legendary life.

On the other side, Pan Hao naturally didn't know that he had become a master inexplicably.

"It's thousands of miles away from Jishui County, but it should still be in the territory of the Great Song Kingdom!" Pan Hao's thoughts rose to the sky and looked around. It is a place of ancient forests with mountains in the distance. The trees are tall and leafy. The bark of the tree is rough and clumsy, like a dragon circling. The whole forest exudes a primitive, wild, and ancient atmosphere.

Wow, the thought turned into a red light across the sky, and quickly swept away in the sky. Disappear over the Ancient Forest.

Thoughts are in the sky, overlooking the heavens and the earth, and above the earth, the luck of countless cities is condensed and rises into the sky. Some of these luck are white, some are red, and some are even yellowish. There is also the humane luck of the imperial court, and there are white pheasants singing and clouds flying high among the luck. There are bears roaring, and there are tigers and leopards.

Pan Hao's mind kept turning, and the level of human luck was also white, red, blue, and purple. If you are close to the emperor, you can reach purple. The lord of a county can also reach red. And his Shinto has spread to several nearby counties, but his luck has not been able to break through the light red and reach vermilion.

"It's not just because I'm the founder of Shinto that I need more faith than I am. What's more, the luck of the believers did not come to their own. have all been absorbed by the imperial court!" Thinking of this, Pan Hao was cheerful.

In the previous life, the predecessors of the White Lotus Sect had no choice but to create a sect, and they also wanted to establish a court. That's because it's not just the attraction of dragon qi, but also the desire to compete for the luck of humanity to return to oneself. In this way, even if you don't get the position of human emperor, you can still get a part of the human luck. It is also of great benefit to one's own cultivation.

Pan Hao's heart was stunned, but the thought did not stop, turning into a meteor and flying in the direction of Qingyu County.

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The rooster sings white, and the morning light breaks through the black curtain and sheds the golden sunlight. A ray of sunlight shines through the crack in the window and onto the carpet. The whole room also brightened up.

Yao Chuqiao slowly woke up from his deep sleep, and he shook his head a little groggily. Last night, he had a dream, dreaming that when he was in danger, the town character that Pan Hao gave him suddenly became powerful and drove the ghost in his body out of the air. It's ridiculous to think about it! Yao Chuqiao smiled wryly, shook his head, and got up to get dressed and washed!

Suddenly, Yao Chuqiao's eyes swept over the head of the bed, and his face showed a look of horror.

"Is last night's incident true?" Yao Chuqiao stood on the spot. The chic and domineering town characters on the bedside are gone, and the smooth and white paper can become yellow, as if a book that has been placed for decades, with a rotten atmosphere. The paper was empty, leaving not a trace of ink.

Yao Chuqiao couldn't help pinching his thigh.

"Ahh The thighs are probably blue now. But Yao Chuqiao laughed with joy from the bottom of his heart.

"Ha Lu Ha, finally free. Ha Lu Ha!" Yao Chuqiao raised his head and cheered. Hands and dances.

"Young Master, Young Master, are you okay, is there anything wrong with you?

With a few bangs, the door opened, and Song Zhi and the four rushed in. Seeing Yao Chuqiao dancing, he panicked.

"It seems that the young master's illness has been committed again!" The same thought suddenly flashed in the minds of Song Zhi and the other four.

"Don't, I'm not sick!" Yao Chuqiao watched the four of them approach step by step, of course he knew what they were thinking, but when the four of them saw such a gaffe, they obviously didn't believe Yao Chuqiao's words. Yao Chuqiao has been influenced by Confucian culture since he was a child, not to mention that his movements and quiet behaviors are in line with etiquette, but things that are out of line and vulgar behaviors have never appeared.

During this period of time with Yao Chuqiao, he became ill, like two people. So of course Song Zhi and the other four didn't believe Yao Chuqiao's words.

Finally, after half a ring, even Yao's father was alarmed and came to inquire. After Yao Chuqiao explained many times, coupled with the yellowed paper at the head of the bed, everyone could believe it. Yao Chuqiao could only cry and laugh helplessly.

"I can't imagine that Pan Gongzi is really a strange person in the world!" Song Zhi and the four of them were dumbfounded, as if they were listening to some mythical story.

"This word is not trivial! Don't talk nonsense everywhere, and Pan Gongzi doesn't want to be known by others, so he lives in seclusion in the suburbs, not wanting others to disturb him!

Yao's father also sighed again and again. Suddenly remembered something, and warned Song Zhi and the others.

"Yes, yes, master, I'll wait for what to do!" Song Zhi and the others nodded yes, recalling Pan Hao's appearance, they suddenly felt unfathomable.

"Wen'er, I'll go to the door with you to thank you in person!" Yao Lin also had a strong sense of curiosity about Pan Hao. And this is a strange person, and ordinary people have no chance to come into contact with it.

"If I can ask for another word, it will be better if the town house is safe!" Yao Lin thought to himself. He is a person who knows the goods, and legend has it that there is a sage manuscript town with good luck, and his descendants will be endless, lasting for hundreds of generations. Even if Pan Hao's words are not so powerful, the town house security seems to be more than enough!

Yao Lin thought in his heart, but the action did not stop, and hurriedly called someone to prepare a gift, ready to come to the door to thank him!