Huhu...

The north wind is like a knife, and snowflakes are everywhere in the sky.

It is the season when winter is nine times and water turns into ice.

With the crow of a rooster, the first ray of sunshine shines in the Xujiayuan, Qianshan, Sanye Township, Qingyang County, Laizhou Prefecture.

The morning light skipped the snow-white plum tree in front of the Xu family's thatched hut.

In an instant, the glass was crystal clear, the branches and leaves were lush, and the golden morning light finally landed on the face of a young man with a weak figure and a graceful face.

The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and his tender face had a pair of mature eyes that were obviously inconsistent with his age.

At this moment, his eyes were flowing, as if he was thinking about something.

Xu Xing's eyes were deep, and he rubbed his hands, which were so cold that he was bleak, and kept venting on it.

This is the third day he has come to this world.

The Great Zhou Dynasty, this is a dynasty whose human geography and China's Dameng in the previous life...

Previous life...

Thinking of the past, Xu Xing couldn't help but frown and thought, "I don't know what kind of treasure it is that can take me across the void and come to this world."

Xu Xing was originally a practitioner in the Dharma-Ending Age in his previous life, and condensed true qi by refining essence into qi.

However, the end of the earth's Dharma, the path of immortality is isolated, and even if you practice hard, it is difficult to refine qi perfectly, let alone build a foundation for Taoism and gain immortality.

After thinking deeply, Xu Xing couldn't help but tighten the long gown of the handsome man who was washed by his predecessor, sighing at the mysterious mystery of his creation.

Xu Xing, the predecessor, was actually similar to his appearance when he was a boy in his previous life.

The world, parallel time and space...

At this moment, with a "Ya," the wooden door rang, and a beautiful girl came over with a hairpin and a cloth skirt.

While walking into the room, she blamed in a helpless tone: "Brother, the weather is so cold, and you are just in good health. How can you get out of bed and get in the wind?"

The original body Xu Xing stayed up late to study, suffered from wind and cold, and was bedridden for more than half a month. His head was dizzy and unconscious. It did not improve until three days ago.

Of course, no one knows that the original Xu Xing has died since then.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xing turned around and looked at the girl steadily.

The girl is only sixteen or seventeen years old, with medium body size, fair skin, and a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, and her eyes are brilliant. Although she has not applied any makeup, her beautiful face has the beauty and elegance of a girl.

It's just that the calluses in your hands indicate that you have a lot of work on weekdays.

Xu Xingzhi, the girl is her predecessor's sister, Xu Zhaodi. After her predecessor's mother died of illness three years ago, she has been dependent on her predecessor for life.

Usually, Xu Xing studied in order to get fame and fortune, so he could be said to be incompetent and not distinguished with grains. This girl took care of Xu Xing's food, clothing, daily life.

There was a little more sister in this vain. Xu Xing thought something was a little strange, but he still smiled faintly on his face, "Sister, I am fine, and I always sit on the bed, and I am not capable of getting along, so I can't walk around."

Xu Zhaodi knew that her younger brother was stubborn and had some advice. She didn't argue when she heard this. She smiled and said, "Okay, the food is ready. Brother, please wash it up and I'll bring it to you later."

As he said that, he turned around and left, and went back to the kitchen to work hard.

For Xu Zhaodi, this is a very ordinary thing.

Xu Xing sighed softly.

From my predecessor’s memory, I learned that he and his sister were like this on weekdays. In Xu Xing’s opinion, my predecessor was dull and indeed a typical stupid scholar.

Moreover, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he was in high school in his previous life. The young man was agile and unstable, so it was difficult to study hard with the Four Books and Five Classics.

But my predecessor could still stay up late to study hard...

It is also hard to say whether this temperament is good or bad.

Xu Xing washed up and walked to the bookshelf next to the wall. There were pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the books.

I reached out and took a volume of my predecessor’s usual writings and read them.

The handwriting that caught my eyes made Xu Xing frown. When he saw the content, he shook his head and said nothing.

Mediocre talent and stubborn personality...

Xu Xing gave a four-word comment, the person who is a man!

In this life, a scholar can win a life of death. He wants to win a Juren, but he cannot.

In this world, scholars are mainly engaged in the imperial examinations and articles of classics, and poems are just the way for literati and scholars to enter the officialdom.

"The test of scholars is just silently reciting the meaning of scriptures. Even if it is a composition, it is based on the words of the predecessors. This is not difficult for the predecessors, but the test of Juren... is as difficult as the ascension of the heavens."

In fact, this is also the fate of most ordinary scholars. They do not have much talent, and it is a blessing to be a Juren, let alone be a Jinshi of the Three-Fourth School.

Xu Xing smiled and put down the book.

At this time, Xu Zhaodi also brought the food into the house and started using it.

After using the food, he watched Xu Zhaodi take away the dishes and chopsticks.

Xu Xingfang came to the bed, removed his shoes and socks, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and rested. In fact, he had silently used the magic trick of the previous life, "The Art of Growing Qi", and a trace of warm current surged from his dantian. In just a quarter of an hour, he had been going through several cycles.

His face was rosy, his eyes were clear, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

"This world is full of inspiration. If I reach the peak of Qi Refining, I will not need to spend twelve years as I did in my previous life."

After Xu Xing graduated from university in his previous life, he learned the nameless practice technique from an ancient object during an archaeological expedition, and since then he entered the path of immortality.

Unfortunately, the path of immortality in the past life was isolated. Even though countless precious medicinal materials were consumed, Xu Xing failed to refine Qi perfectly, build a foundation for Taoism, and open the gate of heaven.

But in this world, it is different.

Xu Xing thought, "If you want to make some achievements in your previous life, you don't know how many treasures you need to collect. In this life, you only need to breathe and breathe the inspiration of heaven and earth for your own use."

"The world is full of spiritual energy... I think there are many practitioners, ghosts, monsters and demons in this world?"

These thoughts were turned over, and not long after, Xu Xing was immersed in practice.

Before I knew it, the sky was dizzy, but it was time to use the lights.

Xu Xing opened his eyes and felt refreshed.

He shook his head and smiled, "The fruits of cultivation are immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves."

However, at this moment, I heard sobs.

But at some point, Xu Zhaodi sat on the chair opposite and said in tears: "Brother, are you going to learn from that bald Taoist priest?"

It turned out that Xu Zhaodi thought Xu Xing was studying his homework in the house as usual, but she never thought that when she was holding the lamp, she was meditating on the monks and Taoists.

In this world, everything is inferior, but reading is superior.

When Xu Xing saw this, he immediately understood.

Xu Zhaodi said, "Brother, after my parents left, you said you should study hard. Sister did not mean that you could study and become an official, but how can you be a good person? How can you be a foreigner? My Xu family only has your own lineage..."

Xu Xing no longer wanted to continue listening to the following words and said with a smile: "Sister has misunderstood."

"I didn't want to become a monk and a Taoist priest. Besides, the Xu family's lineage is single, how could I become a monk?"

At the end of the day, his words were firm and his expression was extremely serious.

Xu Zhaodi said in surprise: "Really? Then why are you..."

Xu Xing smiled slightly and explained: "This is the guidance technique I found from an ancient book. It's just breathing and breathing to strengthen my body, but I don't want to scare my sister."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhaodi let out a long sigh and said, "That's good, that's good."

After comforting Xu Zhaodi, Xu Xing's face was calm. After a long time, he couldn't help but sigh.

Xu Xing could understand his sister Xu Zhaodi's reaction.

However, it is not a troublesome thing. After two years, Xu Zhaodi will no longer interfere with his actions.

Moreover, although he was not interested in his career, it was still very necessary to take the exam for a Juren.

Once he became a juren, he entered the gentry class and acted conveniently.
Chapter completed!