[Yi Tian] Breaking the cocoon

It wasn't until the sound of closing the door that the boy on the bed hurriedly turned over, hugging the quilt with a very complicated expression: fortunately happy, surprised, and more still in disbelief: "It's Yitian Tulongji! I actually traveled into Yitian Is it! Could it be that my father is Song Yuanqiao? Then I am Song Qingshu?!"

Song Qingshu's thoughts moved: The Story of Yitian Slaying the Dragon?The system seems to have said before that this is the world of "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji", what does it mean?

The boy didn't seem to like this conclusion very much, and he took a long breath after sitting there for a while.Stretching out his hand and looking down, "Forget it! It's a blessing to be able to survive. Song Qingshu is Song Qingshu, and he is also the leader of the third generation of Wudang Clan! As long as he is not stupid, he will not be able to fall to the point of being slapped to death by Zhang Sanfeng. Hehe ! I, Chen Yijian, have today too! Time travel, it’s incredible!"

While speaking, he seemed much relieved, and he just lay down, but Song Qingshu who was beside him was already shocked by the meaning expressed in his words: Could it be, could it be that this person who called himself "Chen Yijian" was also reborn? !

Although Song Qingshu didn't know what "traversing to Yitian" was, he could fully understand what he was trying to express literally.If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's certainty that no one could see him, he would almost have thought that what the man in front of him was doing was just a clumsy drama. He knew his identity, the Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber, and even how Song Qingshu died in his previous life ——And his tone clearly shows that he doesn't belong to this world.To confuse his judgment...

no no!Song Qingshu shook his head and forced himself to calm down. His current state is already an adventure, so it is not impossible for other people to have a similar situation to him.He and this young man are not the same now, he doesn't know where the ghost that occupies his body comes from, and this young man also doesn't know that he is by his side - he must first figure out the origin of this young man, and his own past. The following situation: Know yourself and the enemy before you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

Thinking of the "system" that the young man was talking about before, Song Qingshu's heart moved, and he said "system", followed by the flat voice from before: "X2 is at your service."

"Your name is Aikestu?" Song Qingshu chewed on the name, which was obviously not pronounced in Zhongtu, before pointing to Chen Yijian who was at the side and asked, "Who is this person?"

"You can call me Aix." The system said: "He is Song Qingshu."

"He is Song Qingshu, so who am I?" Song Qingshu sneered, "Where is the soul in his body?"

The system was silent for a moment before the voice sounded again: "The data is wrong, the host's body and soul do not match, the system has never encountered such a situation, start a deep scan..."

"I just want to know who he is."

The system fell silent again, probably doing the so-called "scanning", and replied after a while: "The soul from the future world, the system protection measures have been activated, and the detailed personal data cannot be disclosed, but the host's current situation is special, and the body and soul are not Simultaneously, is the emergency plan activated?"

One after another, the weird words made Song Qingshu frown in extreme discomfort, and it took a lot of effort to barely understand the meaning in the system's words: "What is an 'emergency plan'? Can you let me return to my body?" Read At this point, his eyes lit up: maybe he still has a chance to get his body back? !

"The system does not have this function at the moment."

"temporary?"

"Insufficient energy, need to upgrade."

So it's ok after the upgrade? "How do you upgrade?"

"The system obtains money through the host to do tasks to upgrade, and the accumulation of money at different levels can choose the level of upgrade."

Song Qingshu touched the stubble on his chin, money?Is it the gold for doing the mission?I don't know if gold and silver are useful in the real world: "How much do you want in total?" He doesn't know what "upgrade" is, but in the end it is nothing more than doing tasks to save money, and he must know how long he needs to do it hard work.

"The system is divided into nine levels. To meet the requirements of the host, it needs to be at least level seven. At present, the system only opens the primary function. From the primary to the first level, you need [-] gold coins, from the first to the second level, you need [-], and from the second to the third level, you need [-] gold coins." , and so on."

Isn't that at least tens of millions? !Song Qingshu frowned, thinking of the novice tasks that he had completed before, he clicked on them and saw that ten gold was given only after the task was completed. At this rate, when will it accumulate to the level he needs? !

As if seeing what he was thinking, the system suddenly said: "There are less rewards for primary missions, and the host can complete more random missions and mandatory missions. The higher the system level, the richer the mission rewards."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes: "Can you know what I'm thinking?"

"No." The system replied stiffly, "The system just gives the host the answer needed in advance according to the causal method of the host's question."

Song Qingshu is skeptical about this answer, but he still has a lot of questions now, and this matter can be put on hold for later to be confirmed slowly: "Then, can the soul living in my body feel your existence, or Heard your conversation with me?"

The system said: "It is impossible for people other than the host to discover my existence, and the current state of the host, without the body's organs as a medium, can only use the 'telepathy' method provided by the system to communicate with others , this method uses the time of a stick of incense to deduct the hardware, and it can only be opened after the system reaches level one or above, do you want to upgrade?"

"Not for now." His current gold is not enough to upgrade, but this is an accidental discovery, and it will definitely be of great use in the future.Song Qingshu had a hazy idea in his mind, but this idea still needs more experiments to confirm it... He glanced at the location of gold measurement under the backpack. His current gold, not to mention upgrading, is only enough to share with others Speaking of two sticks of incense, if you want to open it, you still have to make money first.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu glanced at the young man, and suddenly said: "What is "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji"?"

This time the system waited for a few breaths before giving an answer: "The host exists for this world, and this information cannot be disclosed."

In other words, what the boy knew, he couldn't get the answer from the system.Song Qingshu was not surprised by this, he sorted out his thoughts silently in his heart, and decided to hold back for the time being, and first figure out the current situation of his rebirth.And he doesn't trust this seemingly miraculous system.

There is nothing that is completely given without asking for anything in return. Song Qingshu is very clear about this.

After making up his mind, he put the system out of his mind. According to what his father said before, he will be reborn this time around shortly before the grand master's [-]th birthday party, so his father will send him back to his hometown to recuperate soon .Taishifu is a hundred years old... Song Qingshu was stunned suddenly, this period - isn't it the time when Zhang Wuji was brought back to Wudang Mountain by his fourth uncle? !

In order to confirm his guess, he quietly walked to the closed door, closed his eyes and tried to move forward, and his body passed through without any obstacles.This feeling - Song Qingshu opened his eyes, it was really hard to describe the subtle feeling in his heart at the moment he passed through the wall.It is certain that, for him, the doors, windows and other things do not have the slightest blocking effect, and the dim sunlight outside the door did not bring him any discomfort.

It's good news, at least, he doesn't have to worry about dying like the ghosts in the rumors.Song Qingshu thought to himself mockingly.

Walking lightly in the familiar courtyard, Song Qingshu still prefers the stability of stepping forward even though he no longer feels down-to-earth.With a bit of nostalgia and sadness, he walked through the disciple's room, passed by the courtyard where several uncles lived, and paused when he reached the gate of Mo Shenggu, and finally restrained the urge to go in and have a look.He was ashamed to see that person, that childhood playmate who was both a teacher and a friend, that little uncle who was killed by his own hands.

He walked all the way to the door of Zhenwu Hall, and along the way, he could see busy disciples everywhere, some were cleaning, some were decorating lanterns and festoons, and his second uncle Yu Lianzhou was instructing his disciples to clean the statue of Emperor Zhenwu lightly in the hall. .Song Qingshu stood in the middle of the hall and raised his head, looking at Emperor Zhenwu who was still majestic even though he was covered by mortals, he couldn't help thinking to himself: If Emperor Zhenwu is really alive, can he see him now, and even help him? He solves this trouble?

He looked at the statue's majestic but lifeless eyes for a moment, and in the end he could only shake his head and laugh at his own naive thoughts.Whether the gods really exist is still unknown, even if they did exist, based on what he did in his previous life, the Grand Master had already driven him out of the door, so how could the gods enshrined in Wudang help him, a traitor?

After leaving the Zhenwu Hall, Song Qingshu went to look at the Taishifu's place again, but after wandering for a while, he still didn't dare to enter the door.This road was fruitless except for reminiscing about the past, and he was also concerned about the ghost of unknown origin that occupied his body, so he hurried through it and took a shortcut back to his courtyard.

When he reached the door, he heard Song Yuanqiao's voice from the room: "Then it's settled. I will let Qushui and Liushang go with you. After you go back, the morning class does not have to follow the intensity of the past. That's fine. Your mother hasn't seen you for a long time, so you can stay close for a few more days." It turned out that during the time when he was going out, Song Yuanqiao went back and forth, just as he remembered, letting the boy go back to his hometown to raise him.

Then there was Song Qingshu's clear, youthful voice: "I see." The tone was well-behaved and there was nothing unusual about it.

At this moment, the system's notification sound suddenly sounded in my ears: "Trigger a random mission, do you accept it?"

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, clicked on the scroll and looked at it, there was a task of "returning home" on it.After he clicked to accept, he stood at the door, and suddenly he didn't want to go in and continue to look at the picture of father's kindness and filial piety - that should belong to him, his life, his father, all his glory and pride, Now all of them have been snatched away by an unknown ghost!This resentment aggravated his resentment towards the young man in the house. He clenched his hands tightly, his eyes flushed, and it was not until Song Yuanqiao pushed the door to come out that he almost stopped his thoughts that were about to fly away.He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was no longer the surging hatred just now, only the boundless deepness that was suppressed in his eyes.