The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

In a trance, he remembered what happened when he first came to this world. He was picked up by a couple in the disease center and sold to Yao Zu as a drug tester. He spent more than ten years in a daze. His brain cleared up, and he remembered that he was not from this world, so he searched for the way home alone, but the strong preyed on the weak, and he was in danger, so he talked about going home. By chance, he discovered that there was a theory of cultivating immortals in this world, so he went to participate in cultivating immortals. In the spiritual root test of the sect, he still remembers the eyes that everyone looked at him at that time, ridiculed, contemptuous, laughing at his overreaching in trying to enter the great sect, who would have thought that it was him who had no family and no clan in vain to ascend to heaven Wulinggen casual cultivator has become the current Jindan cultivator,

He doesn’t have the little brother of the male protagonist in the novel, full of treasures, rich fortune, only a difficult road to becoming stronger, this picture of mountains and rivers of fairy artifacts is also bought by him with half his life, how unfair, some people are born as heaven Spiritual roots, even mutated spiritual roots, and five spirits like him can't survive unless they find another way.

"Master, are you okay?" A familiar voice came, and Song Qishu glanced at it. It was his "precious" apprentice Lin Yun. After a closer look, he stood there shaking the paper fan with a personable demeanor. It wasn't embarrassing for him. Thinking of this, he felt a little better. Although this apprentice had to die, he still saved face before he died.

"Master?" Lin Yun looked at Song Qishu's face suspiciously. Although he was still pale and weak, and even had an ominous aura of defeat, he still didn't dare to take it lightly. He knew him best as a master. No one can compare his ruthlessness. He has waited too long for this day, and there is no room for a slight mistake.

Without asking why he appeared here, Song Qishu responded lightly. He simply closed his eyes and rested against the picture of mountains and rivers. He felt that life was disappearing faster, and the thousand-heart grass in his clothes began to feel faintly hot. , really still can't escape fate...

Seeing Song Qishu taking a rest, Lin Yun didn't dare to disturb him any more, swallowed back what he was about to say, instead staring straight at the bulging skirt of Song Qishu's chest, he knew that this was Song Qishu's hard-won search. The treasure that broke through the golden core, thinking in his heart, he stretched out his hand silently.

Although he closed his eyes, he accurately grasped the hand. Song Qishu sneered and said, "Don't you be ashamed of yourself? I'm not dead yet, so you take my belongings in front of me?"

Terrified by Song Qishu's cold hands, Lin Yun recalled the bloody monks he had accidentally glimpsed in the cave dungeon, and didn't think much about why he broke free from Song Qishu so easily, and retreated in cold sweat He took a few steps, but a whisk behind him supported him.

"Brother Lin, it's not me who said, what are you afraid of! Look carefully, he is already at the end of his battle." The Buddhist and Taoist had watched enough of the show, followed by a few Nascent Soul cultivators, who appeared from the side, smiling naively , but the viciousness in his eyes could hardly be hidden.

Hearing what he said, Lin Yun took reassurance, calmed down, looked at him, and his heart jumped for joy, the ashes had spread from the inside of Song Qishu's body to his neck, and his death had been revealed.

Song Qishu woke up from his dream and wiped his cold sweat, probably because he read too many novels on the website, even dreaming was so fantastic, but he still remembered the name of this article, it was called Revenge of Mountains and Rivers, it sucks name……

But it was the first novel he read. There are no beauties, no golden fingers, only revenge. People think that the author is here to take revenge on the society. When he was studying, he liked to have these strange dreams, and now he has long since stopped. , I'm not used to dreaming suddenly, what is this warning him?

He is fine, but Master Feng is going crazy. He is just an ordinary ancient man. He has never experienced the plots of these fantasy novels. Such a strange dream scared him into his aunt's arms, and he was so frightened. Shaking, thinking that it was the lady's ghost who came back to punish him for making him have such a terrible dream, the Feng family stayed up all night.

Since Song Qishu came here, the gate of memory has been released, and he fell asleep again and ushered in a second dream, about his dream in modern times, a dream that he can't go back to.

The glare of the sun woke up someone who was still on the bed, Song Qishu with balabala hair, a carp sat up straight, washed his face and brushed his teeth neatly, brushed two handfuls of hair, put on his clothes and trousers rustlingly, and took them aside The briefcase went out sleepily.

Uncle Li, who had just returned from buying breakfast for the whole family, saw him waving his hands from afar, Song Qishu smiled weakly and nodded, he was really not in the mood to respond, because the economy was depressed, the most relaxing and most satisfying his otaku career I was fired from my job and changed to a new one. I worked until three o'clock in the morning yesterday, and finally fell asleep lying on the computer desk. God knows why he has to do the most exhausting work with the lowest salary. When he saves enough money, he resigns in minutes.

After leaving the community, there is a steamed stuffed bun shop at the entrance. The proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop is wearing an apron, happily busy, because it is still early, and there are not many people buying steamed stuffed buns. Song Qishu waited in line for 2 minutes and it was his turn. .

The proprietress helped the one in front to pick up the buns nimbly, and when she saw Song Qishu's smile, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his round figure was quite festive. "Morning, Mengwazi, what are you eating today? Meat buns or vegetable buns?"

Song Qishu raised his glasses and looked into the drawer. The meaty smell of the meat buns came over wantonly. The rich and fragrant fragrance made his stomach churn, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

"I won't eat steamed buns anymore... buy steamed buns today." After thinking about it, the steamed buns didn't taste too bad, otherwise he was afraid that he would throw up just by smelling it.

The proprietress didn't ask why, she just pulled a transparent bag, grabbed two steaming big white steamed buns from the other drawer, and babbled, "I'm not saying that, you young people just like to toss yourself, Meng Baby, look at yourself, your face is pale, you don't even have any blood, and the dark circles under your eyes are almost falling to the ground, and you are not afraid of making yourself sick."

Song Qishu took the bag and sighed, "I want to take a break, but if I don't complete the task, my salary for this month will go to waste. Don't talk about steamed buns, I can't even afford steamed buns."

Thinking of the grim employment situation that I often hear recently, the proprietress also sighed, turned around and took a small steamed bun and stuffed it into his bag, saying that it was a gift from friendship and no money was required. Song Qishu smiled and accepted it. this kindness.

After waiting for two rounds, he arrived at the bus, clutching his churning stomach, and arrived at the office. Song Qishu put away his things, and his buttocks were still warm. Li Li, a colleague next to him, poked him with his elbow and asked in a low voice, " What's the matter, you look so ugly? Are you sick?"

Could it be that his complexion is so bad that everyone thinks he is sick when they see him?Even the cleaning aunt asked him if he was sick when he passed by!

Feeling puzzled, Song Qishu touched his face, and asked in doubt, "Am I really looking bad?"

"It's not just bad." Li Li poured himself a glass of water, "I even wondered if you were sick and ran out of the hospital secretly, or you could take a leave of absence and go back to rest."

He shook his head, and ran away as soon as he arrived. This week, the boss of Papi didn't turn around and didn't kill his slave.

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Li Li shrugged and went about his own business.

Slowly recovering in the seat, Song Qishu felt a little more comfortable all over his body, and his drowsiness also eased. When he heard the boss calling him in the office, he got up immediately, but in an instant he felt a numbness in his calf and a thunderbolt. The deception came to his head, and then he suddenly realized that he was dreaming.

Opening his eyes again, he still saw the familiar scene in front of his eyes. Those boring jobs suddenly became a thing of the past, full of weird and blurred flavors, and he was sober. This is the second dream, so this feeling is even more strange, obviously incomparable Waking up but unable to wake up from the dream.