After the bleak and quiet winter night, the early spring night in the south has faint signs of being lively like a summer night. Especially No. 2 Middle School, which is famous as a garden school in the flower market, survived the winter, and various insects living in the flowers began to wake up, making intermittent calls in the cool night.
But today was different from usual. Amidst the chirping of insects, a scream of gnashing teeth suddenly came from a certain dormitory in the boys' dormitory building of No. 2 Middle School.
"You are all buried with me!"
Such a disturbing cry suddenly appeared in the quiet dormitory area. Fortunately, it is not the start of school. At this time, the only people resting in the dormitory building are scattered students who returned to school early, or the voice of protest There are more than just a few scattered ones.
One of the protesters happened to be in the same dormitory as the one who made the cry.
I just heard the dazed voice coming from the opposite bed, "Master Dao, I don't like you, don't be so cruel..." The complaining voice was a little unclear at the end, it seemed that the other party was not awake at all, and turned around after mumbling. Soon he fell asleep again.
The dormitory was quiet again, and Ming Wuxiang, who sat up from his sleep in shock, had a hint of ferocity and madness on his expression, as if he hadn't recovered from the 'dream' just now.
Fortunately, at night, the only other one in the dormitory went to sleepwalking Duke Zhou, so no one saw his expression at this time, or they would think that he just had a terrible nightmare, because the facial expression The remaining expression is quite scary.
"Dream?"
The change in the environment made Ming Wuxiang who was sitting on the bed calm down quickly, and spoke again without the previous anger.
A little uncertain, when he subconsciously put his hand on his heart, his chest was smooth, without the touch he remembered, he hurriedly opened his collar, and under the faint light from the corridor of the dormitory, he made sure that the piece of white jade that had been hanging on his chest was not there. .
Ming Wuxiang lowered his head, held his hands tightly, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "It's not a dream, I'm wearing it again?"
Yes, worn again.
Ming Wuxiang, with nothing outstanding in his body, has lived a busy life in this world until he was twenty-eight years old. Just when he thought he would continue to live an ordinary life, he accidentally fell off a cliff during a company field trip.
When falling to the cliff, the feeling of falling made Ming Wuxiang think that his body would be smashed to pieces, and even the body was hard to find. In the end, he didn't die, but traveled through time, into a fantasy world where cultivating immortals was the main focus.
Internet novels are Ming Wuxiang's favorite pastime when he is free, especially his name, which is ridiculed by many colleagues as the protagonist material, but Ming Wuxiang who has lived for 28 years has always been the role of a passerby .
Perhaps it is due to nature, even if he traveled to the world of cultivating immortals described in the novel, Ming Wuxiang did not give birth to the protagonist model of Long Aotian who dominates the world, opens a harem and accepts younger brothers.
Make a fortune in silence, this is a clear understanding from reading many online novels, especially when Ming Wuxiang understands the world of cultivating immortals and knows that he has a treasure that even the ancestors of the Tribulation Period would covet, he is even more afraid to do it. Die jumping around.
That treasure was a piece of white jade given to him by Ming Wuxiang's grandmother before she died. The white jade was a family heirloom of his grandmother's family. It was only worn by women and not by men. Ming Wuxiang's father had only one male in his generation. He is the only one in Ming Wuxiang's generation.
There were no daughters in the family for two generations, and grandma had no choice but to give the white jade to Ming Wuxiang, hoping to pass it on to his daughter.
He accepted Baiyu when he was young, and when he got older, Ming Wuxiang could only apologize to his grandma in his heart. His own sexuality is doomed to have no offspring, he can't harm a girl for such a thing.
In the bottom of his heart, Ming Wuxiang felt guilty for his grandma's entrustment. When he traveled to the world of cultivating immortals and Bai Yu recognized his master, he finally got a glimpse of Bai Yu's secret.
This seemingly unremarkable piece of white jade has a very large origin. It is actually a fragment of the Shennong Cauldron that was passed down from Chinese mythology for Shennong to taste all kinds of herbs and refine hundreds of medicines.
If someone told him this before time travelling, Ming Wuxiang would definitely reply that he was stupid by reading a book, right? As for Shennong Ding, how about making Xuanyuan Sword or Pangu Ax better to scare people more.
After crossing into the white jade space, I saw those fairy grasses protected by formations that would definitely cause a sensation in the world of cultivating immortals.
Ming Wuxiang could only swallow the complaint silently and nodded—yes, yes, you are right.
It also doesn't mean that Wuxiang also accepted Bai Yuzhong's inheritance of refining medicine.
Ming Wuxiang was able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage in less than a hundred years with the aptitude of water and wood dual spiritual roots, and stepped on many geniuses with single spiritual roots in the world of cultivating immortals. This shows how powerful this inheritance is.
Of course, there is also the reason for Ming Wuxiang to make a fortune in silence, but no matter how careful Ming Wuxiang is, he still accidentally gave away his feet.
How can a monk who is less than a hundred years old play tricks on those old foxes who have lived for thousands of years. Fortunately, those old immortals didn't know the real secret of the White Jade Space, and only thought that Ming Wuxiang was lucky enough to get the inheritance of a master of alchemy.
In the world of cultivating immortals, alchemist is the most sought after profession among all the professions. Every time a elixir of high-grade or higher grade appears in the auction house, the soaring price will definitely make people's hearts stop.
And the elixir that flowed out from Ming Wuxiang's hands was not inferior to the highest quality.
Ming Wuxiang has always understood that the world of cultivating immortals is a world where there is no law at all and the jungle preys on the weak. When he is being targeted and constantly hunted down, his mentality is calm, and then he fights back. Even if he was finally cornered, he could still calmly choose to die with the opponent.
Recalling the faces of those people, especially the fearful expression when facing death, the head bowed and smiled lightly, the voice was a little hoarse but the disdain in the words could not be concealed, "Oh, after all, I still made money."
Ming Wuxiang will never forget the pain of his body being torn apart when he blew himself up, but he was buried with a large group of monks who were at least one or two levels higher than him. Whenever he thinks of this, it's like he just said to himself As he said, he earned.
His act of killing so many high-level monks will definitely hit those family forces that have been chasing him.
The world of cultivating immortals has never been a peaceful world, especially the family forces, as long as they show weakness, they will be attacked and eroded by other family forces.
Lying back on the bed, Ming Wuxiang squinted his eyes halfway. Although he couldn't see the decline of those family forces, he didn't pay much attention to it.
He just responded to his own voice, of course Ming Wuxiang would not miss it, especially where he was, even after living in the world of cultivating immortals for so many years, he still vaguely remembered it. There is memory, but the exact time is unknown.
Naturally, I reached out to touch the pillow, and I found a small box. I dragged it over and pressed the soft button on it. In the dim dormitory, a light green light shot out from the small screen. Mingwuxiang's pressing just lights up the phone, without unlocking it, and the date and time display is very clear on the bar machine in the locked screen state.
"February 26, 20XX." Looking at the not-so-new mobile phone in his hand, Ming Wuxiang had no time to miss the smart phone with various functions, Internet access and video, and was surprised by the time on the mobile phone.
"Not only did I wear it back, but I also wore it ten years earlier?!"
Yes, Ming Wuxiang traveled to the world of cultivating immortals at the age of twenty-eight, and the time displayed on his mobile phone is ten years ago, not long after his eighteenth birthday.
Seeing the time on the phone, Ming Wuxiang, who is calm even in the face of high-ranking monks, showed an angry expression for the first time.
"Why! Why isn't the time earlier!" Because of anger, Ming Wuxiang's voice was not suppressed, causing the person on the opposite bed who was dreaming dreamily to speak again.
"Master Dao, it's getting late, don't make trouble, go to sleep..."
If there was only one person, Ming Wuxiang would never calm down so quickly. I have to say that the voice from the opposite side appeared in time every time.
Ming Wuxiang threw the faintly glowing mobile phone aside, only a very faint light could hit Ming Wuxiang's face, his gaze was looking straight up, looking lifeless, with a trace of moisture in the corners of his eyes.
Just over a month ago, just after his 18th birthday, the grandfather who depended on Ming Wu for life left with joy and guilt.
The old man lived more than ninety years old, which is considered a long life now, but for Ming Wuxiang who has just grown up, he hopes that his grandfather can always be with him, especially because he has the white jade space, and the alchemy technique that shocked the world , Extending the life of grandpa is the simplest thing.
In fact, Ming Wuxiang also understands that it is God's blessing that he was able to die twice in danger, and Chengxiang should not be greedy, but no matter how rational a person is to his relatives, he will become irrational.
The light from the mobile phone had already dimmed, and Ming Wuxiang just kept his eyes open, staring blankly at the sky until dawn.
When Li Jiahua on the opposite bed opened his eyes in a daze, and turned his head to look over, it completely woke up this buddy who was still awake.
"Master Dao, Ming Wuxiang! What's the matter with you? Are you alright?" As Ming Wuxiang's childhood friend, Li Jiahua certainly knew what happened to Ming Wuxiang's family more than a month ago.
Before, I was worried that Ming Wuxiang would never be able to come out. During the Chinese New Year, due to customs, Li Jiahua couldn’t go with Ming Wuxiang if he wanted to. Fortunately, after returning to school yesterday, Ming Wuxiang’s spirit recovered a lot, at least he didn’t look dead Li Jiahua, who had been worried all the time, breathed a sigh of relief.
But now when he wakes up, the other party suddenly looks like he is dying, what kind of trouble is this going to be!
The author has something to say: Grandma: Come on, Xiaoxiang, this is a family heirloom that is passed down from female to male, please keep it well
Master Dao: ...I always feel that grandma has foreseen something o(╯□╰)o
Mr. Gu: ^_^