Chapter 106: Dreaming? No, cross! The dream of a thousand people is completely different from the dream of an individual.

A dreaming individual, no matter you go back to any time period, can only dream about him alone, but the dreaming world is different. The whole world, everyone, can become his dreaming target.

In An Qisheng's view, this is no longer a dream.

He even thought it was a rebirth, a transmigration!

The owner of this body is already dead. The moment he woke up, he was already dead, and there was no trace of his spirit left.

Because of this, he felt unfamiliar with this body, but did not feel rejected.

An Qisheng wanted to grit his teeth, but he bit his gums, which was not even a few teeth.

The whole body, from the hands, feet and limbs to the torso, from the stomach and intestines to the skeletal muscles, has fallen into a state of near collapse.

The deadline is approaching.

Four words flashed through my mind.

There is no doubt that this is an old man who has really lived to the limit.

In other words, the difference between this body and the corpse is only because he still exists in this corpse.

But at this point, all negative emotions will only worsen the situation, not help in the slightest.

In an instant, An Qisheng calmed down.

Let the two little ones climb on the bed, the boy opened his mouth, and the girl poured a bowl of stinky black concoction into his mouth.

An Qisheng's eyes opened, making these two little guys feel that their master could still save them.

"Whoosh~"

An Qisheng was so choked that he rolled his eyes. At this time, he had very limited control over this body, so he could only use this method to remind him.

Fortunately, the girl was not hopelessly stupid, and hurriedly stopped her hands and feet after seeing the white eyes.

This did not let An Qisheng's journey into the dream world come to an end.

"Clumsy, do you want to kill Master!"

The little boy glared at the little girl, grabbed the medicine bowl, and fed it carefully.

The reason why they were desperate before was because their master was already in a coma and couldn't even put medicine in.

"Master"

The little girl flashed her big eyes, her dark face full of hope:

"Tingting wants you to hug"

An Qisheng didn't hear this sentence, in fact he didn't understand either.

He is trying his best to control this body to cooperate with the feeding of these two little guys, otherwise, it is impossible for these two little guys to inject the medicine.

Even so, these two little animals were busy for most of the day, and they were sweaty and tired.

"call!"

Feeling the warm medicinal liquid flowing down the esophagus into the abdomen, An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Just to cooperate with the feeding of these two little ones, he spent no less energy than he fought to the death with others.

"Master, Master, are you feeling better?"

The little boy was nervous.

An Qisheng couldn't understand what the two little ones were saying, but from the worry and tension on their faces, he could guess what they wanted to say.

He wanted to wave his hand, but finally blinked with difficulty.

"Master blinked!"

The little girl exclaimed, jumping and jumping: "Master will be fine soon."

"Master is tired, let's let Master rest."

The little boy tugged at the little girl's arm.

The little girl still wanted to stay, but after thinking about it, she followed the little boy out of the house obediently.

"It's a terrible start"

Looking at the yellowed beam on top, An Qisheng closed his eyes.

Continue to increase your control over this rotten flesh.

Because there is no soul left in this body, An Qisheng has a very strong control over the body. Although it is limited by the fact that this body is already decayed, the speed of control is not too slow.

When the sky was dark outside, he could barely turn over. Although he couldn't get down, his arms could move slightly.

Looking at the loose flesh on the yellowed palms and the clearly visible age spots, An Qisheng sighed in his heart.

Daoyi map to communicate the depths of the soul:

"I want to know the information about this body."

hum~

The splendor and brilliance above the quaint picture scroll flows like water, and the words on it appear in An Qisheng's perspective:

【Wang Quan】

[Life track: Born in Jiufujie, Fengzhou, Dafeng Country, Ronghua Mansion, lost his father when he was young, lost his mother when he was a teenager, his only younger sister was killed by passers-by in martial arts in middle age, and he was enlightened after revenge

At the age of ninety-two, Kong San, an abandoned disciple of the Supreme God, took away the inner strength of the boy who had been practicing for seventy-two years]

[Gong method: Nameless Boy Gong, Nameless Wind Sword, Qing Gong Flying on Grass]

[Consumption of Dao energy can be traced back to its memory, exercises]

"Take inner strength?"

Only then did An Qisheng understand why this body felt weaker than that of an ordinary old man.

It turned out that the inner strength of the boy's skill, which had been cultivated for more than 70 years, was taken away.

"Extreme Shenzong Kong San"

Instead, he was a little wary in his heart.

This old man was deprived of his inner strength, his energy was exhausted and he died. He was born again. Wouldn't that cause Kong San's doubts?

"Consume Dao Power to get Wang Quan's text and information about this world"

An Qisheng thought about it and said.

Dreaming by yourself, mastering the language, writing, and customs of a different world from scratch is by no means something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.

[Consume a point of Dao Power to get all of Wang's memories]

hum~

There was a buzzing in his mind, as if someone had punched him in the face.

In Wei Wei's discomfort, a lot of information flows through An Qisheng's mind.

This world is called Jiufujie.

There are three days in the sky, and seven red moons in the night.

Because the Jiufujie is extremely vast and complex, with many dangerous mountains and rivers, there has never been a unified dynasty for tens of thousands of years.

As a result, all countries stand side by side in the world, and there are frictions with each other, and wars often occur.

The place where Wang Quan is located belongs to the Ronghua Mansion of Fengzhou, one of the sixteen states of Dafeng.

Dafeng is one of the seven strongest kingdoms in the Jiufujie. The contemporary king of Feng has a great talent, and he has made great efforts to manage the world in the past 20 years. The country is prosperous and the people are strong.

Compared with the clear distinctions between the kingdoms, the martial arts in the long-floating world are much more complicated.

The sects headed by Huangjue Temple, Extreme God Sect, Baiyue Mountain Villa and other sects are no longer limited to a single country, such as the Six Prison Demon Sect, the public enemy of martial arts, and their influence spreads across seven countries.

Unfortunately, that's all there is to it.

Wang Quan had never been out of the Ronghua Mansion in his entire life, so he knew very little about current affairs.

What he remembers most in his memory is the Wuming Boy Gong that he has practiced for more than 70 years.

This is a practice that Wang Quan obtained by chance when he was young.

"What the boy Gongtong Zhengyang told Porter is not a lie, it is true that he can practice his true qi."

After closing his eyes and digesting for a while, An Qisheng was no longer ignorant of this world.

In Wang Quan's memory, there is a specific cultivation method of Tongzi Gong.

But because he did not extract this practice, although he knew the above practice, he did not have Wang Quan's decades of practice experience.

creak~

At this time, the wooden door was pushed open, and the red moonlight came in.

Dirty little two walked in with some dark dough.

"Master, you, you can get up!"

Seeing An Qisheng who was half seated, the little girl jumped up and almost dropped the dough in her hand.

The little boy was in a hurry, and his eyes widened:

"Jiang Tingting, be careful! We only asked for this in one day!"

"Master, you are hungry, eat quickly."

Jiang Tingting held the dark nest head and ran to An Qisheng.

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

These two little ones, a twelve-year-old boy named Zhang Haohao and a nine-year-old girl named Jiang Tingting.

It was an orphan adopted by Wang Quan.

Glancing at the dark wotou pinched by the little hands, and glancing at Jiang Tingting, who was secretly swallowing, he reached out and picked up one, and pushed the other to the little girl:

"I'm enough to eat one, you can eat the rest."

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

From the expressions on the faces of the two when they came in, he knew that the two little guys actually went down the mountain to beg, no wonder they came back in the middle of the night.

However, although the old Taoist Wang Quan lived a poor life, he was not really poor. The things he had accumulated in his life were enough for these two little guys to have nothing to worry about.

But he was not surprised that the only pillar, the old Taoist priest, fell.

Naturally, there are many people who want to take advantage of the fire and swallow the property of this Taoist temple.

"Oh."

Jiang Tingting retracted her hand obediently, looking at the wotou in her hand, her face tangled.

I don't know if I should eat it or not.

"Master, water."

Zhang Haohao brought a bowl of water and handed it over.

An Qisheng took the water, didn't eat or drink, and turned to look at the two little guys:

"Did you go begging?"

"No, no."

Zhang Haohao's face turned red: "We, let's go, let's go for alms."

"Master"

Jiang Tingting was also at a loss.

Their master, the most dislike of taking other people's things, always said that almsgiving is a Buddhist teaching.

This is miserable, I will be scolded by the master.

"well done."

No, An Qisheng just smiled:

"I'm starving to death, where is there so much attention?"

From Wang Quan's memory, he knew that Taoists in this world did not have the rule of alms, but let alone that he was not a Taoist, even if he was, Xuanxing Taoist did not say that he couldn't beg.

One of the great masters of Xuanxing Taoism, Wang Zhongfu, had a history of begging.

"what?"

The two boys were stunned.

"go to sleep."

An Qisheng waved his hand.

The two little guys went out in a daze, still wondering how the master turned sex.

An Qisheng swallowed the rough wotou with cold water~lightnovelpub.net~ He could even eat the medicated food that was not eaten by humans in the training camp.

After that, he lay down again, feeling some pity for those two little guys.

If they were at their age, in Xuanxing or his previous life, whichever should be the treasure in the heart of the family, but they begged for two wowotou, and they were reluctant to eat.

It hurts to be sensible.

"pity"

An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Huhu~

The night wind blew, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard fluttered.

A figure descended from the roof, passed through the flying fallen leaves, and landed gently outside An Qisheng's door, silently.