Legend of the Tang Dynasty

"Oh my god, my waist..." I don't know how long it took before I finally woke up. The feeling of sore back, back pain and numbness all over my body was so familiar, it was exactly the same as when he was reborn for the first time, but this time he Fortunately, he was not possessed by a person who poisoned him, so his body would not be too uncomfortable.

After sitting up, he first looked at his hands, then checked his whole body, and said with reassurance: "It's okay, it's not a disability or something..."

Different from his first rebirth, this time it was at night, and there was only one lamp in the room, and the surroundings looked blurry and dark. Maybe it was too late to test whether his spiritual power was still there, and when he was driving the cloud hand, A piece of golden-red spiritual light lingers, Mobuwan once again felt relieved and said

"Not bad, not bad, Yong Ye is quite reliable, and the spiritual power is indeed there."

With the light in his palm, Mobuwan looked at the room he was in. The room was small, and after getting up and turning around, he didn't find any expensive furnishings. He probably wasn't so lucky. Can be reborn in a wealthy family.Could it be that he glanced sideways at the mirror next to him, turned his head indifferently the next second, then looked in the mirror again in surprise, fixed his eyes for a while, squeezed his face unacceptably and said

"Mom, is this me? This version of me is too ugly!"

It's an exaggeration to say it's ugly, but if it's compared to Mo Buwan or his former self, it really pales in comparison. The person in the mirror is a head shorter than Mo Buwan, with short stature, dull eyes, and no facial contours. It's just an ordinary life, now it's not too late to sit on the chair and say

"Yong Ye is a bastard, can't he just pick and choose before he strikes? If he has less time to jump up and down, he will have everything! This time it's all over, how dare I say that I'm not too late, even if I say... Chi Ming won't like me either."

"Ah Choo! Who missed me..." Underworld Emperor sneezed inexplicably in the Nether Palace

Mo Buwan's psychological endurance is still a little stronger, he said after a while: "Okay, come back alive, let me see what's worse."

The common problem of most people is that they say good but not good, and there are so many crows this time every year. After this rebirth, the family members found him awake and immediately called the doctor to take his pulse, and the result was shocking. He snapped.

"Three years! It's not about you, I just came back to life and you tell me I can live for three years!" Mo Buwan shouted

"Calm down, Mr. Zhang's condition has suddenly improved. This is because he is confused..." The doctor shook his head and said

Probably Mobuwan's parents in this life called the doctor out to question him in order to prevent him from being irritated. Mobuwan naturally got up to listen, and vaguely heard the doctor say: "Although I don't know why he suddenly improved, this old man Dare to use decades of medical skills as a guarantee, if the lesion has not been cured, the young master can only live for three years at the longest."

After sending the doctor away, the man still sounded like he was sighing again and again, but his wife actually said some sarcastic remarks, probably something like 'I was born by a concubine, it's hypocritical or something like that', so you can know his identity in this life later Well, probably a wealthy family from a small family, or a bastard.

After they returned to Mo Buwan's room, his father said kindly, "Son, the doctor said that you only need to take care of yourself..."

"Stop it, don't lie to me." Mo Buwan even had no intention of dealing with them

His nominal mother said: "In the past three years, you can live as you want, and we will no longer force you to take the imperial examination, anyway, you will not be able to make any progress."

"Just say a few words!" His father finally couldn't help it.

Mo Buwan didn't care about these parents' faults at all, and was even more sad than them. After thinking about it, he made up his mind and said, "I'm going to Chang'an."

"Chang'an?" Upon hearing that he was leaving, the eldest lady immediately smiled and said, "Son, it's good to go out, the world outside is so vast, it's really meaningless to always be at home."

Mo Wuwan glanced at her, without even thinking about it, he knew what kind of life this Mr. Zhang would live facing such a mistress at home. Anyway, no one wanted to see her, so Mo Wuwan naturally didn't want to wait for a moment.

"Just promise me, I'm going to leave anyway." Mo Wuwan said

"Okay, okay..." the eldest lady said cheerfully

"What's good? The child is still sick." His father frowned.

Mo Buwan immediately got up from the bed and said: "Didn't the doctor just say that I'm fine, just that I can't live longer, don't worry, I'm going to a place with outstanding people, if I can be cured."

The eldest lady was not very happy when she heard the word "cured", and asked weakly: "Who are you... are you looking for?"

"Don't worry, you two, I'll be leaving immediately." Mo Wuwan said with a salute

"I'll prepare your luggage for you right now!" The eldest lady immediately got busy and said

When Mobuwan was leaving, there was a scolding sound from behind him and his wife, saying: "You want to send my son away so much! Why are you a woman so cruel..."

"What sons are not sons! All concubines are slaves. Didn't I give you a son? That is your own flesh and blood!"

"Okay, okay, go to the account and pay the child more money!"

Hearing the word "yinzi", it is not too late to think that he still needs to fight for it. After all, the journey is far away. He can't go to Chang'an while performing arts. The silver bag, you don’t need to weigh it, you know it’s just some scattered silver, so you put it on the counter with your arms crossed, and said with a meaningful smile

"Madam, how much money you give me directly determines how long I will stay outside. If you give less, it will be me who will come back in three days. If you give more, it will be me who will not come back in three years. You Let's see."

Without saying a word, the eldest lady changed a bigger money bag and filled it with a bag full of gold and silver. When handing it over to him, she gave him a handful of silver notes and told him to live a good life outside.In this way, it was not too late to take the money and embarked on the road back to Chang'an, and on the other hand, Chen Yuming also decided to pick some people in. Now, although there are not many official tasks for the demon hunting company, the cultivation base of the monsters in the world has also changed over time. In order to grow day by day and prepare for a rainy day, it is time to train new demon subduing masters.

The anthology of essays, martial arts test, quality and virtue, one group after another, Chen Yuming never found a satisfactory candidate, and he threw out some children from aristocratic families who came here just for fame and have a playful mentality. It was unsatisfactory, so Chen Yuming bluntly rejected them all.

Could it be too late to buy a fast horse and go straight to Chang'an? Although 70 years have passed for him, it has only been seven years since the human world, and there hasn't been much change. I will find a famous local doctor to take a look, but they all have the same unspeakable expression, and the result is the same. It is not too late to die in the past few years.

As time goes by, Mobuwan is no longer as hard-pressed as he was at the beginning. Fate is always so unpredictable. In fact, thinking about it, he still made money. I thought it was impossible for him to be resurrected, but now he has three more years. Then I can stay with him for another three years.

"It's just that this company can't be the same as before." After arriving in Chang'an, Mo Wuwan looked at the official post issued by the demon-hunting division.

If there was no such thing as a three-year lifespan, Mo Buwan would have rushed to Chen Yuming directly and told him that he was back, but if there were only three years, why would Mo Buwan have the heart to let him suffer another death, so Mo Buwan Looking at Chen Yuming's official post on recruiting wise men at night, he decided to simply be an ordinary subordinate, and it would be good to accompany him silently for three years.

Mo Wuwan was going to go to the demon boss to hand over the name card, but he was stumped in the first column, and Mo Wuwan wrote: "The first and last name... It's over, I was in a hurry, I forgot to ask my name... .”

Mobuwan is the worst at picking names. When he was thinking hard, two words vaguely appeared in his mind, which sounded like names, so Mobuwan didn't care and wrote them down.

On summer afternoons, ice altars are placed in Jiyaosi’s room, and the sweltering wind can bring some coolness, but people are still prone to burnout. Chen Yanming reads in the study room after dinner, and puts one hand on his head unconsciously. While preparing to take a nap, it was Du Huaibao who was coming in with a stack of recent greeting cards. Seeing that Chen Yuming was resting with his eyes closed, he was about to leave.

Knowing that it was him, Chen Yuming still closed his eyes and said, "Master Du, come in."

"Okay, Director, this is the latest batch of posts, you can take a look at it later." Du Huaibao put it down and said

Chen Ximing opened his eyes, but said without much interest: "Let's all retire. After watching for so long, no one can be selected. Sure enough, it depends on fate to subjugate demons. Otherwise, even if you have spiritual power, it will be useless."

"Having said that, this is the last batch. Let's take a look at the director. It's a beginning and an end. It's fair to all candidates. What does the director say?" Du Huaibao persuaded.

Chen Yuming nodded: "Remove the call list outside, I will read these later."

"it is good."

Chen Ximing took a sip of tea, woke up, picked up the first book of famous posters at hand and read them. The few books were all flattering and flattering, either not mentioning his abilities at all, or exaggerating.Chen Yuming sighed and picked up the last book, flipped through it hastily and put it down. A corner of the famous post scattered on the side was exposed. Chen Yuming accidentally looked at the impressive two words...

His heart thumped violently in his chest, and a streak of light suddenly appeared in Chen Yuming's eyes, which had long been ancient and waterless. He trembled all over, but it was not because of the cool wind. After opening it again and confirming the name he just saw, the heart that had been silent for a long time finally surged.

There are thousands of dreams in the big dream, and there is only lovesickness here.

On the day they were trapped in Kunlun Mountains by Chen Runzhi, in order to prevent Mo Buwan from losing too much blood and falling asleep, Chen Yuming kept trying to talk to him. The two recounted many moments from the first meeting, and finally Mo Buwan asked again said that sentence

"Qi Ming...what's your small print..."

When the sky was dark and the avalanche was falling, Chen Yanming uttered the last sentence in the ear of Mo Buwan, who had already passed out: "Lan Heng, your husband, Chen's family, named Lan Heng."

Looking at the two words on the name post, Chen Yuming's eyes were blurred with tears when his heart shook: "It's been seven years, I'm back, it's not too late...you're finally back."