This is a dilapidated tiled house.

There was only a wooden bed, a stool, and an oil lamp in the room.

The scene in Qin Xuan's memory overlapped with reality. He knew that this was Maowazi's room, his home.

"Silver spirit bead, clan ancestral hall, it seems I am really lucky!" Qin Xuan sighed as the scene of Mao Wazi's last day before his death flashed in his mind.

It turns out that before Qin Xuan's soul took over, Mao Wazi's soul had been broken and died, and what caused Mao Wazi's soul to collapse was the silver spirit bead as bright as the moon.

This silver spirit bead comes from the Liu family clan ancestral hall.

The Liu family has been inherited for thousands of years. As a powerful clan, it is natural that it has its own ancestral hall. The ancestral hall enshrines the relics of the ancestors. This silver spirit bead is one of several relics.

The Liu family's clan ancestral hall allows clan members to come in and worship at any time. The relics of their ancestors placed there are naturally not really valuable items. Most of them are clothes and hangings used by some ancestors during their lifetimes. Therefore, although there is an old man who guards the ancestral hall, they are not guarded.

Not strict.

It happened to be a coincidence that when Mao Wazi entered the ancestral hall, the old man who was guarding the ancestral hall was not there.

Mao Wazi was very playful, so he took away the silver spirit bead on the sacrificial table and accidentally swallowed it.

This silver spirit bead was something that the ancestors carried casually and has been studied countless times by later generations. However, its simple appearance and the lack of aura in the spirit bead itself all indicate that it is just an ordinary pearl. Even if it is swallowed by Mao Wazi,

If it enters the abdomen, it should not be life-threatening.

But by chance, this silver spirit bead destroyed Mao Wazi's soul.

"An ordinary bead can have such terrifying power. It seems that I really need to be more careful in this world!" Qin Xuan frowned slightly. Compared with his world, this world has too many crises and dangers.

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Even now when Qin Xuan recalled the scene in his mind, he still felt a little incredible.

In his memory, as soon as the silver spirit bead entered his stomach, there was an indescribable cold air. Mao Wazi thought it was diarrhea, so he hurried home. Who knew that just after returning to the room, this gloomy cold air was like a sharp sword?

Penetrating into Mao Wazi's consciousness, in an instant, Mao Wazi's soul collapsed...

By the time Qin Xuan possessed Mao Wazi, the cold air seemed to have disappeared. All that was left in his mind was a silver spirit bead, which appeared and died suddenly.

The bead is surrounded by densely packed purple and gold characters, floating in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Qin Xuan seemed to be able to see them as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Will you live another life?" Qin Xuan clenched his immature little fists tightly, but his eyes showed maturity and calmness that children could not have.

…

half year later.

In the Liu family academy, a group of teenagers wrapped in thick cotton wool were practicing writing seriously.

Among these teenagers, there was a child who looked extremely thin, with upright braids on his head and a red face.

A wisp of cold wind came in from the crack in the door and whizzed through the child's fingers. The child trembled all over and shuddered. He quickly put his hand into his mouth and sucked. After taking a few breaths in succession, he continued to lie down.

Practice calligraphy on the table.

This little boy is Qin Xuan.

About half an hour later, Qin Xuan stretched out, put down the pen in his hand, and looked at the several copybooks in front of him with satisfaction, "I finally finished writing this article."

When the young man next to Qin Xuan saw Qin Xuan finish his homework, he was a little surprised, "Cat boy, how come you write so fast? I have been studying with Master for two years and I can't write as fast as you!"

"Ayan, you can't calm down and write, otherwise you would definitely write much faster than me!" Qin Xuan said to the young man beside him with a smile.

This young man's name is A Yan. He is the child of the family next door to Qin Xuan. He is three years older than Qin Xuan.

Ayan stuck out his tongue and said, "Studying is so tiring. I hate studying the most. In a few days during the New Year Festival, I will be eight years old. According to the clan rules, I can choose a skill to practice. I will not come to the academy then.

Got it!"

Qin Xuan was a little curious, "Choose a martial art? Is it the kind of martial arts that can reach heaven and earth?"

"Yes, it is said that as long as you practice to the fourth level, you can fly to the sky and escape from the earth!" Ayan said excitedly, his eyes full of expectation.

Qin Xuan also has some expectations in his heart. Ah, this is a skill that can really be practiced!

There was no such thing as martial arts in Qin Xuan's previous life. Human beings could only rely on technology to strengthen their bodies, and at most they could live a few more decades!

But this world is completely different. There is no technology, only martial arts. Warriors can continue to practice, strengthen themselves, and eventually reach a god-like level!

According to Qin Xuan's understanding, the strongest warrior in the world can live for thousands of years, which is simply a myth!

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Wazi, have you ever seen a fourth-level warrior fight? Let me tell you, I have seen it..."

When Ayan talks about martial arts, it's like a faucet turns on.

Another young man heard A Yan's words and glanced at him disdainfully, "A Yan, stop talking nonsense. A fourth-level warrior can only release his true energy. What about going to heaven and earth? Besides, with your qualifications, in this life

It would be great if you can practice to the second level!"

"What did you say?" A Yan was furious and stared at the young man angrily.

"What's wrong? A man with a middle-to-lower wood attribute physique is still thinking about the fourth level and daydreaming!" The young man sneered.

"Hei Fatty, you are looking for death!" A Yan rushed over and the two teenagers started beating him.

This scene caught Old Master Jin's attention, "What are you doing? You're actually fighting and fighting in front of me. No matter how decent it is, you have to stand outside for me!"

Old Master Jin was not young, but he was not weak in strength. He picked up two children with both hands and threw them out!

Bang! Bang!

With two collisions, A Yan and Hei Pang hit the bluestone wall, causing their noses to be bruised and their faces to be swollen.

When Qin Xuan saw this scene, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

It's so cruel. Even adults in the previous life couldn't bear these two blows. They had to break their bones and tendons. However, A Yan and Hei Pang seemed to be fine, they just broke some skin!

The bloodline of the king is really powerful. This physique is probably even better than those of the boxing champions in my previous life!

Qin Xuan secretly said.

"Hmph!" Old Master Jin's face was gloomy, "These children of the Liu family are really lawless. If it hadn't been for the invitation personally from the elder Liu family, I really wouldn't want to come here to teach."

The other children, including Qin Xuan, lowered their heads silently and did not dare to speak.

After another hour, the teenagers all completed the copybooks.

Only then did Old Master Jin speak again: "New Year's Eve will be here in five days. I have a lot of things to do, and I won't have time to teach you in the next few days. After handing in this assignment, you don't have to come over in the next few days!

"

The eyes of all the young people suddenly showed joy, it was finally a holiday!

"After the New Year Festival, come to my place to report on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. Remember, you are not allowed to study at home. I will test your homework next year."

"Yes, Master." Everyone bid farewell to the old Master.
Chapter completed!