I'm back.

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"Sleeping in spring is not dawn, and birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and how many flowers fall."

An eleven or 2-year-old boy woke up from a nap, stretched his body while yawning, and squatted down by the pond with a leisurely look on his face.

The koi in the pond shook their heads and tails, and the water waves rippled, reflecting the boy's face with red lips and white teeth. Later, the scar of a sword that broke the scene had not yet happened.

The tender appearance, the energetic body, and the unforgettable scars that are almost dead and alive have not yet happened.

At this time, he was young and innocent.

He is talking about Weiran.

A month ago, Tan Weiran was killed in the future and was reborn. No one knew that in his young and tender body, Tan Weiran came from the future.

I'm back.

There is no way to imagine or explain. I don’t know why I returned to this era after my death, but I am sure that everything in front of me is true.

Tan Weiran thought.

My parents are safe and sound now. The master's sect is still alive, and the master, senior sister and brother are still alive with great pleasure.

The Huangquan War has not yet happened, and the princes are still dormant, let alone the more distant debate in the divine court.

This is the most beautiful era of innocence in Tan Weiran's memory.

An old man who always looked kind and walked into the yard and said lightly: "Young Master, Master, I'm here to get a letter."

This letter is also coming. Tan Weiran doesn't have to read it, but also knows the content. He cuts the envelope with a cutter and takes it for a little browsing. It turns out that it is exactly the same as his experience in his previous life.

Senior sister, senior brother, I, the youngest, are coming to meet you again soon.

A smile on the corner of Tan Weiran's mouth was faint: "Old Lin, my father meant to ask me to join Xingtian Sect." He handed the letter to Old Lin: "Prepare it and set off in three days."

Mr. Lin glanced at it, handed the letter back, and smiled and said, "The master and the mistress have been wandering away, and the young master is left in the family. There is always inconvenience." After a pause, he asked, "It's a long way to go to Xingtian Sect, so why not put Lu'er home."

Tan Weiran showed a smile, mixed with a little sadness. He made a wrong decision in his previous life, and later he found out that after Lu'er was released home, his parents sold her to a wealthy family again. No one knew what happened during this period. He only knew that within a few years, Lu'er jumped into the river to commit suicide.

"Take a bunch of you." Tan Weiran said: "I'm not used to it if I don't have Lu'er around me."

Many people and many things in the future will definitely not sit idly by and watch. Those changes will start with Lu'er.

Walking into the bedroom, pulling out a delicate box from under the bed, and bundling the letter into a stack of original letters in chronological order. From these we can see how much Tan Weiran cherished these letters.

Tan Weiran patted the box in his arms and murmured: "Dad, mom. You in your previous life were so irresponsible. You in this life were still so irresponsible. What should you say if you let me be your son?"

When Tan Weiran was three years old, his parents sent him back to his family. Today, Tan Weiran was twelve years old. In the past nine years, the parents have only come back twice.

According to Tan Weiran's previous life, three years later, he would be plotted against others, and his meridians were broken, his dantian was shattered, and he almost became a useless person from then on. At that time, his parents were tied to something and could not come back.

Since the age of three, Tan Weiran has only met his parents three times in his life. The third time is to part forever.

Many times, Tan Weiran thinks of his parents, and what appears before him is not the appearance of his parents, but the stack of letters in the box. The impressions his parents have in his memory are almost all composed of those letters.

He actually knew that it was not that his parents didn't care about him, but that they had their own things to do.

When he was young, he was bullied openly and secretly in his family many times. After his parents found out, they immediately sent Mr. Lin.

He was rejected by the family, and his situation was not good, and no one even played with him. His parents were afraid that he would become withdrawn in this environment, so they asked Mr. Lin to buy Lu'er, saying that he was a maid, but in fact he was his little playmate.

If it was Tan Weiran when he was a boy, he would definitely be full of resentment. Even if Tan Weiran now is Tan Weiran who has experienced countless experiences in the future, he has a lot of tolerance and understanding.

Even so, Tan Weiran always had a little resentment when he thought of this close relative.

"Young Master, Young Master."

A little girl of the same age as Tan Weiran turned into a mud monkey, rolling in mud. Like a whirlwind, she rushed over with vitality and shouted: "Young Master, look at you."

He held a bag of tender yellow and green bamboo shoots like offering treasures, and slapped on the table, ignoring whether it was dirty or clean. He scratched his head and face and thought about it, and shared the bamboo shoots in two equally with heartache and generousness.

The little girl pushed one of them hard to Tan Weiran: "Young Master, I'll give you these." She said that, and wrapped the remaining bamboo shoots in her clothes. However, her eyes couldn't stop looking at the half that was sent out, obviously she felt a little regretful.

The mud sticks to the little girl's face, and it is impossible to see the pretty little face under the mud. Only a pair of black and white eyes that exudes heartache exudes vitality and wildness.

Tan Weiran couldn't help laughing.

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Being in a big family means a better starting point than an ordinary family. Similarly, it also means the obligations and even responsibilities you have to bear.

Apart from the past when he was a child who was bullied by his peers in his family, there was no direct grudge between Tan Weiran and Tan family, and there was basically no relationship. His poor family situation in his family and had nothing to do with him, which was purely a problem of the previous generation.

My father, Tsing Zhui Ben, is a family member, and has had personal grudges with the current generation of the head of the Tan family since childhood. Tsing Zhui went out alone to make a living is because of his own ambitions, and it is not because he has no family.

It is not a bad personal grudge. Secondly, it is about chasing basically does not participate in the family business. This means that while chasing basically does not assume any obligations, it is unlikely that the family will be recognized by the family.

However, etiquette should not be abandoned. Tan Weiran has to leave. No matter how cold and unfamiliar the relationship is, he always has to say goodbye one by one. Including those elders who basically ignore him, as well as a few guys who have a little friendship with each other in a fight.

Tan Weiran thought that if there is no accident, there will be a day of meeting again after the arrival of the Yellow Springs War. For this reason, there is an extra three points of enthusiasm.

No matter who it is, the War in the Yellow Springs is the most difficult time. The enthusiasm at this time may become a little comfort I want to come the next day.

Tan Weiran, who used to revisit the warmth of his senior sister and brother, has survived many difficult times.

One day before departure, the first dawn of the morning came. Tan Weiran stood in the dawn to wipe his tears, and began to return to his first practice since this era without any hesitation.

Broken up all the shackles and start over again.

"Spread the power!"

It is undoubtedly a crazy move to disintegrate the true energy obtained from hard practice. No one will do this, and no one should do this.

Tan Weiran was not crazy, nor did he feel reluctant at all. From the moment he decided to leave his skills, he knew very well what he was doing and what he should do.

The dispersed efforts at this time are to lay a foundation more indestructible.

The fourth level of the human level is already good at this time, especially when he is only twelve years old, especially before, he was still relatively playful and not very concerned about cultivation.

Although he was quite half a useless person before his rebirth, his cultivation level was far better than today. His knowledge of the path of martial arts is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people. He would not feel distressed anyway, and he would disperse it if he dispersed. If he was a useless and re-education, the best effect would be.

Collapse!

The true qi obtained for several years immediately flowed through the size of meridians for one circle, and circulated in the three hundred and sixty acupoints of the body. The true qi wandered, like injecting ink into clear water, which was stained into the meridian acupoints of the body like ink.

"It's time." Tan Weiran exhaled a breath of turbid air, his mouth moved slightly, and recited silently the song of Nirvana in "The Great Supreme Chapter".

Syllables come out of the mouth, but do not transmit air. They only condense magic notes in their bodies, washing their bodies and minds slowly. The Song of Immortality seems silent, but it collapses like thunder and lightning in Tan Weiran's body.

As long as the world is forever, as if it is a strong wind and fire, as if the heavenly thunder cleanses the evil spirits and are out of control. Until all the true qi in the body is passed through the meridians of the acupoints and meridians, it is directly transmitted from the tens of twenty-nine thousand six hundred pores of the body, and tempers the body by this.

It was like 129,600 long needles suddenly piercing out of the body, and every pore was bleeding. The pain was beyond human capacity.

Tan Weiran was calm and calm. Such a special cultivation pain was the most painful of all the skills he knew.

What is even more tormenting than this is that the "Taishang Nirvana" is not a method of practicing Qi, but a unique auxiliary exercise* method. If you cannot continue to practice for a long time, it is difficult to see the significant benefits of gathering sand into a tower.

Tan Weiran is not afraid. He has actually experienced all kinds of pain before his rebirth.

"The Great Supreme Nirvana" was an unexpected gain in his previous life. It was through this magical auxiliary mental method and other means that he tried hard to break the shackles of his body in his previous life.

Before his rebirth, Tan Weiran was inexplicably brought up and then killed him. Since his rebirth, he has repeatedly thought about it and vaguely suspected that the other party's goal might be "The Supreme Nirvana".

Unfortunately, he got it too late in his previous life and didn’t have much time to study it carefully. Even so, from every bit of practice, he could clearly realize the wonder of the "Taishang Nirvana Chapter" from all the extraordinary things.

This is: "A flower in life, one destruction and one fruit, the soul is immortal, and the body is immortal."

While enduring the tearing pain caused by the shock, Tan Weiran was used to letting his thoughts fly. From the depths of his memory, he found the part he had always cherished and cared for:

"Master, senior sister and senior brother. I will see you again soon."

"I guess you must have never imagined that our reunion would happen again in this way in this past era."

"I must change those grief and disasters that have been engraved in my life and will not be allowed to happen again."

As the rising sun rose, the boy suffered the extreme pain caused by the song cleaning his body, like a torment of plucking his bones and skin.

The peace hall Weiran was reborn in the fire in the sunshine, not only cultivation, but also indestructible beliefs!

What happened before, or for now, is about to happen.
Chapter completed!