I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"This old man is a stubborn old man!!"

Wang Xiaohu cursed and left the bookstore.

He was kicked out by Chen Luo.

Even though he was scolding fiercely, he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. Soon after leaving, he sent two people to help Chen Luo here. Let them keep an eye on the old man's condition at all times, so that if they bump into him, there will be someone to greet him.

Chen Luo wrote this book very slowly.

This book is about himself. From the beginning of writing to the present, he has not missed every step in between. This experience of reliving his life gave him the feeling of starting all over again. This process of sorting out his inner world allowed him to see more things that he had not seen before.

For example, obsession.

Becoming an immortal is also an obsession.

When he looked up at the scattered stars in the sky, Chen Luo felt a faint sense of familiarity.

‘Maybe it’s not the spiritual power that’s isolated outside, but me. ’

Chen Luo stood in the yard, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and a sudden realization came to his heart.

"Old man, it's getting cold, why don't you go back and sit in the house?" the two young men sent by Wang Xiaohu at the door cautiously reminded.

In the past few days since they came to the bookstore, both of them had been beaten by Chen Luo, and they knew the old man's temper. Just thinking about what my head escort said, I couldn't help but remind him.

"Everyone go back."

Chen Luo retracted his thoughts, said something to the two young men, and then turned back to the house.

Waiting until the lights in the room went out, the two guards at the door left the study room. Before leaving, they helped Chen Luo fasten the door, and then used Qinggong to jump over the wall and leave.

Half a year later.

Chen Luo stopped writing.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the pattering rain slid down the green tiles on the roof, forming a row of bead curtains. Chen Luo opened the window, and the moisture from outside the house drifted in.

Without Yun Niang and Match Niang to clean up, the furnishings in the bookstore are a lot messy.

Although Wang Xiaohu would also send people over to help, these rough guys who were escorts were not as sophisticated as the two women. As time passed, the house became what it is now, with books, calligraphy and paintings piled everywhere.

"Uncle Chen, where are those books you wrote back then?"

Wang Xiaohu was sitting next to the stove. The iron pot on the table was simmering pork belly, and the hot aroma kept coming out.

After the weather got cold, Wang Xiaohu started to come to the house again. As long as there were no escorts, he would come over in person. He was just afraid that Chen Luo would beat him, so he would find an excuse every time he came over. Just like this time, he brought two bottles of apricot wine before he dared to come to the door.

He remembered Chen Luo's hobbies very clearly. In Wang Xiaohu's impression, Uncle Chen is good at this. It hasn't changed in so many years, but the old man has become naughty, always saying that the taste of apricot flower wine is wrong.

He didn't drink it!

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

The taste is bland and not as strong as the roasted knife.

Wang Xiaohu commented in his heart.

"They're all given away."

Chen Luo looked at the rain outside the window and looked through the door to the long street in the distance. He has been observing since half a month ago to see if there is another one of himself in the "Two Realms Mountain". From the current point of view, there is no other 'Chen Luo' derived from the Two Worlds Mountain.

Even though he has finished writing his 'story', he is still not recognized by Two Realms Mountain.

This mountain has a barrier on the last level, blocking Chen Luo's tricks.

"That's a pity. I still want to find two copies to enlighten my son."

Wang Xiaohu felt a little sorry.

When he was a child, he grew up reading the books in Chen Luo Bookstore. Although he couldn't remember the content clearly, the paintings inside were very beautiful.

There was a domineering turtle that he still remembered.

"Wait until you are older."

Chen Luoruo said pointedly.

Wang Xiaohu looked at the old man's back by the window and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Uncle Chen is old.

The omnipotent Uncle Chen in my memory cannot withstand the erosion of time. One day in the future, like his mother and Aunt Hong, he will leave her.

Birth, old age, illness and death are irreversible.

"You should go to bed early. If you are short of charcoal, just tell me and I will have someone bring it to you." After dinner, Wang Xiaohu stood up and said goodbye.

He has also been very busy recently.

The market situation outside is not good, the North is ready to move, troops and horses are mobilized frequently, and there is a vague tendency to sweep the world. Those of them who can live their lives running darts in peacetime will be immediately drafted into the army once a war breaks out. With such a good basic base, the Escort Bureau will most likely be incorporated into the heavy supply troops and be responsible for helping the frontline troops transport food.

This kind of work is the most dangerous on the battlefield.

It is the enemy's primary target. Wang Xiaohu is now carrying a whole family of children. If he is taken away, what will happen to these people in the family?

The days passed.

As the New Year approaches, auspicious snow falls from the sky.

There was the sound of firecrackers outside, and a group of children holding firecrackers were playing in the snow. Wang Xiaohu's youngest son was the loudest, and his proud expression was exactly the same as that of Wang Xiaohu when he was a child.

The escort agency is getting busier and busier, and the current situation is unstable. Wang Xiaohu's entire escort business has been affected. Some people who couldn't survive went up to the mountains again, making it increasingly difficult for him to start his escort business.

In this month alone, he had lost two escorts.

Although they are not expensive escort items, they will damage the reputation after all.

In order for his brothers to have a good New Year, Wang Xiaohu decided to go out in person to meet the bandits who refused to provide them with escort services. After Chen Luo knew about this, he did not speak to stop him, but stuffed a small thing into Wang Xiaohu's bag when he left the city.

The wind blew the snowflakes, forming a white curtain on the street.

Passers-by would subconsciously tighten their clothes to prevent the wind and snow from getting in.

Chen Luo wore a thick cotton jacket and walked on the snow to the wooden house at the end of the street.

Creak.

The wooden door opened, and Chen Luo shook off the snow at the door before walking into the house. The house was heated, and it was warm as soon as he came in.

"Mr. Chen, why are you here in person?"

When the shopkeeper saw Chen Luo, he quickly stepped forward to take over Chen Luo's hat and shook off the snow on it.

They were all old neighbors. Although Chen Luo rarely came back, he was a celebrity on this street when he was young. At that time, the Liu family also visited him. Although the shopkeeper was young, he still remembered this kind of thing. He was the biggest official he had ever seen in his life, and it was hard to forget.

"Where is Wang the escort leader?"

"Xiao Hu is out escorting. I am greedy, so I came here to make two pots of wine." Chen Luo took out two big coins from his pocket and put them on the table.

After being integrated into this world for too long, some habits have slowly integrated into his bones.

Not long ago, Chen Luo rewrote his story again, but in the end he still failed to gain the recognition of Liangjie Mountain. That place seemed to have a layer of restrictions that hindered his "book demon" from taking shape.

What is the specific reason, Chen Luo has not found it yet.

A few days ago, the means he left on Liu Gang and Doctor Luo were broken, which made him lose the sense of Liangjie Mountain all of a sudden.

After the New Year, he planned to go there in person.

After waiting for so long, it was time to go to Bishui County to take a look. He had a hunch that this trip to Bishui County would be his last stop. If he failed, he would be trapped and died in Liangjie Mountain like Liu Gang and Doctor Luo, and he would never be able to come out again.

"Then please go slowly. It just snowed and the ground is slippery."

The boss helped Chen Luo pour the wine and warmed it up. The wine pot was warm in his arms. The boss sent Chen Luo out the door and did not forget to remind him.

"I'm in good health! It's just that you, the wine you brewed is obviously not as good as when your father was here."

Chen Luo put on his big cotton jacket, put on his hat, and went out with the wine pot. Before leaving, he did not forget to scold this kid.

The wine is bland.

If he is not used to it, he will definitely not patronize this kid's business.

The shop owner smiled and waved to Chen Luo.

He heard this a lot, but he never took it to heart. Every family has its own problems. He did change the wine recipe. The cost of brewing is naturally different in different eras. If he keeps brewing according to the old man's method, will his family starve?

After leaving the hotel, Chen Luo returned to the bookstore with the wine pot.

When passing the street, Wang Xiaohu's fat son was still setting off firecrackers, and seven or eight half-grown children followed him. These children were all descendants of escort agents of the escort agency.

Wang Xiaohu's escort agency has supported many people over the years. There are many young people in Anning County who rely on the escort agency for their livelihood. If something goes wrong with the escort agency, most of Anning County will be affected. The reason why Wang Xiaohu is so anxious is that he considers the livelihoods of these people behind him.

"Enter the world, leave the dust"

Chen Luo stopped at the door of the bookstore, looking at the falling snow in the distance, and suddenly had a kind of enlightenment.

Life in the world is like a net, and everyone is an insect on the net.

Responsibility is a shackle, and it is also their driving force to move forward.

Chen Luo has lived too long, so long that he has forgotten the original appearance of many things. In the world of immortal cultivation, he rarely looks down at these things, not to mention the affection and bond between ordinary people. Because those of his generation have long been gone, those who are still alive now always feel awe when facing him.

Closing the door, Chen Luo drank two glasses of wine.

Suddenly, he found that the taste of the wine had become what he remembered.

A smile appeared on his face, and he thought of the innkeeper who sent him out, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"This kid"

That night, Chen Luo went to bed early.

Firecrackers rang outside the window, illuminating the entire New Year's Eve.

The cheers of children and the congratulations on the New Year echoed in his ears for a long time.

On the first day of the New Year, Bishui County.

Chen Luo stepped on the snow and crossed hundreds of lands alone to Bishui County. After the spiritual power can be released, Chen Luo can perform many methods.

What really bothers him now is the limit of life span.

Now he is like an ordinary person, and the magical power is not enough to prolong his life, and his life span is still passing every day. The more than one thousand "book monsters" released have also reached their peak. After several attempts, he roughly deduced the reason why his own book monster could not take shape.

The last step must be personally participated by him.

Because he himself is a book monster!