[Yi Tian] Breaking the cocoon

When Song Qingshu opened his eyes, his head and chest were still throbbing nervously. Taishifu's palm had pulled the wound on the top of his head, and the aftertaste of the shock was still making his brain buzzing. He stretched out his hands to rub his temples in discomfort , opened his eyes while taking a difficult breath, suddenly felt that something seemed wrong.

Apart from the discomfort of just waking up, the body was unexpectedly relaxed at this time, without the slightest heaviness of a serious injury.Looking up, he was languishing beside the bed in a room at this moment. The scenery in front of him seemed inexplicably familiar, and the furnishings in the room had left deep traces in his memory—this was clearly his The room I lived in when I was a child!

Secretary Song Qing knew very well that although he lived in the same room as other disciples when he was a child, his father had personally built bookshelves and weapon racks suitable for children and teenagers—exactly the same as what he saw before him!But after he reached the crown, these things were removed because they were not applicable. He remembered that his father gave them to the next generation of disciples for use. Could it be that the Grand Master was merciful in the end and did not directly clean up his family, but put his Sent here after being knocked out?

No, not right!

The furnishings in this room seem to be very new, and the sword marks drawn by his playfulness back then are completely gone.Song Qingshu got up, frowned, and wanted to go over to confirm, but suddenly heard a sound of footsteps: calm and powerful, neither fast nor slow, a very familiar rhythm——

father?

Looking up, it turned out that it was his father Song Yuanqiao who opened the door and came in after a while. He hadn't seen him for a while, and he was obviously much thinner than Song Qingshu's impression.Song Qingshu did something wrong before, and the words of his father's reprimand are still in his ears. The sentence "Where are the disobedient and unfilial beasts?" shocked him for a while, and even the slap of Grand Master afterwards seemed not as shocking as these words.

His father had high expectations of him, although he was strict, he was also kind.His mother died young, and his father was both a father and a mother to bring him up, but in the end he was the only unfilial son.Perhaps it was because he had died once, at this moment, he suddenly felt that his previous life had been muddled.Love dazzled his mind, followed by greed, hatred and obsession. All these made him completely forget the cultivation of his master, the expectations of his master, father, and uncles, and even created bad karma.Now how could he still have the face to stand in front of his father, on this Wudang Mountain?So at this time, Song Qingshu inevitably cringed with guilt, subconsciously took half a step back, opened his mouth to say something, but lost his voice for a while.

However, Song Yuanqiao didn't seem to see him at all, and walked over to pass him by without squinting.Song Qingshu was stunned, then turned around and said: "Father...?" The end of the puzzled voice stopped abruptly, and he stared at the figure lying on the bed with wide eyes: Why is there a young man lying on his bed?

Seeing Song Yuanqiao standing still beside the bed, with one hand covering the other sleeve, he stretched out his hand to touch the young man's forehead, lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly after a moment, and said to himself: "The fever is finally gone."

At this moment, the young man on the bed seemed to feel something, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Song Yuanqiao in a daze.

Seeing that he was awake, Song Yuanqiao withdrew his hand, his smile was slightly restrained, but his expression was still gentle and caring: "Qing Shu, how do you feel?"

The boy on the bed stared at him blankly, but Song Qingshu beside the bed was struck by lightning: That man...that face...isn't he exactly what he looked like when he was a boy? !Look at the father next to the bed, he only said that his father lost weight because of his own affairs at the beginning, but now it seems that he looks like he was young!

Wudang martial arts pay attention to health preservation, so Song Yuanqiao has not changed much in the past ten years except for a little gain, and Song Qingshu didn't pay attention to it at the beginning.Contacting the furnishings in the house at this time, could it be that he has returned to the past?

He looked at the father who was sitting on the side of the bed, telling the young boy on the bed earnestly, and vaguely remembered that he had indeed suffered a serious illness in his memory.He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is in good health. Only when he was 14 years old, he had a high fever, and his condition recurred endlessly.Tai Shifu said that life on the mountain was poor, so he asked his father to send him back to his hometown for recuperation, but he didn't want to witness his mother's accidental death because of this, and because of this, he missed Tai Shifu's [-]th birthday party.

But—what's the situation now?

The other two in the room didn't seem to see him at all, one was concerned and the other was ignorant, but they only looked at each other. Song Qingshu stood there for a while, walked over and stretched out his hand tentatively, but no one looked at him.Shouting "Father" was also heard by no one.He looked down at himself, he was still wearing the same clothes that he and Zhiruo went to Shaolin that day, with some tattered dust, and the palms were also the size of adults, not at all like a boy who just started to twitch on the bed.

Could it be that he is a departed soul? !But why did he leave his soul more than ten years ago?Or, is everything in front of me just a dream?

Yes, most of it is a dream!Lihun Yunyun is just nonsense, he must be in a vivid dream at this time, and everything in front of him is just a bubble of memory...

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Yuanqiao tucked the quilt up for the young man and stood up, saying, "Since the fever is gone, take care of it! You don't need to do homework for the past few days, and it won't be too late to practice after your body recovers."

The boy nodded obediently: "I see."

Seeing this, Song Qingshu couldn't help being a little dazed, but he also confirmed his guess that he was in a dream.He was a martial arts idiot when he was young, in order not to disappoint others, even when he was sick, he would grit his teeth and get up to practice kung fu.Half of the reason why the illness was capricious back then was due to his own bravery.The obedient and obedient boy in front of him was something he always wanted to do but couldn't do in his memory.

Even Song Yuanqiao seemed to be startled by his son's gentle appearance, then stroked his forehead, turned and walked towards the door.Song Qingshu watched his father leave, stood there for a while, and then wanted to follow him. He took two steps, and suddenly heard a chuckle behind him: "I didn't die?! What the hell, he even crossed over! Damn, this is What awesome luck!"

! !

Such vulgar words are definitely beyond his ability to say, Song Qingshu turned around abruptly, facing the young man who just sat up behind him with a secret smile on his face - that was definitely not an expression he could show, this young man, not him!

Who is he? !

If that person is Song Qingshu, then - who is he? !

The young man had no idea what kind of shock his words and deeds brought to the other "owner" in the room. After confirming that he was the only one left in the room, he immediately jumped up and walked to the table, wardrobe, etc., and searched here and there. After a while, he threw the few books he found on the table with a face full of disappointment, sat down on the side, and said to himself: "Sister! It's all classical Chinese, what a fart! That father didn't Speaking of what era it is now, am I just making a statement or is it a certain period of time in history?"

The young man scratched his loose hair irritably, and the fluffy bun due to sleep was completely broken up, making the originally handsome young man look a bit sloppy, and made his face look depressed: "Oh! Why didn't I pretend just now? Cheng amnesia! It’s okay to say that the brain was burned out by the fever!” As he spoke, he suddenly stopped his hands and slapped his thigh: “That’s right! Before I died, I seemed to hear the system... what system?”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingshu suddenly heard another strange flat voice with indescribable characteristics resounding in his mind: "The test subject called successfully, the system is restarting, the restart progress is 5.00%, and the basic functions are activated. Host Scanning...Scan result: Earth male, juvenile, the space is "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji", please choose the binding method."

Song Qingshu was so frightened by that voice that he almost jumped up, and looked around for a while: What the hell is this? !Could it be some kind of ghost?

"The binding method is determined, the host is soul bound, the bound character is: Song Qingshu, the interface and text are matching...the matching is completed. This system is the X2 series, dear host, I wish you a happy cooperation. The novice gift package already exists in the system space, Please check." The voice sounded again, and the words and sentences were even stranger than the boy in front of him.Song Qingshu looked left and right for a while, but he couldn't find the speaker. He pinched his palm, but it didn't hurt, and he didn't even feel the skin-to-skin contact.But—everything in front of him was so real that it didn't look like a dream at all.What is going on with this boy?And what happened to that voice just now?

Although the words in the young man's mouth were extremely vulgar, words such as "overhead" did not hinder understanding.However, what the "system" said was simply incomprehensible—Song Qingshu frowned. After all, he had experienced some strange things in his life: all of this is definitely not something that can be explained by dreams, but more like folk The so-called Lihun, his body seems to be occupied by a soul that does not belong here, and the other party does not know what is going on.The extra voice made his head bigger than a bucket. Compared with the young man who could still see, the existence of this voice was even more incredible. He didn't even know where that voice came from.

And——he looked at the disappointed young man who looked around for a moment, thoughtfully: it seemed that only he could hear the strange voice, and the young man didn't know.But he knows about the "system", that thing should be related to him... All this is simply unheard of.In just a short moment, everything he encountered completely overturned his cognition of the previous 20 years. Who can explain it to him?

He struggled to recall what he had just heard, managed to find a roughly understandable vocabulary, and murmured: "System... space?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a translucent picture suddenly appeared in front of him, which was divided into several pieces with clean lines. His name was written on the upper left, and his image was written on the bottom: a young man dressed in rags and with a haggard face; It is empty, and the right side is divided into ninety-nine and 81 small grids. Only the first one in the first row has a package-like thing in it, and there is a flashing reminder [click me to open] next to it.

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded: What the hell is this? !

The author has something to say:

The protagonists of this article are Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, and the time-traveling characters are supporting roles, and they still do not participate in the attack and acceptance of their feelings.In fact, this chapter can be summed up as follows: You robbed my body, so I robbed your golden finger, the above