"You bastard! Why did you make yourself so dirty? You will really cause trouble for others!"
An angry Japanese scolding came to my ears.
What? Just open your mouth and curse?
But before the new time traveler could react, a big hand grabbed his slender arm with irresistible force and dragged him into the bathroom.
The shower head was turned on to the maximum, and the turbulent water splashed on the body like an animal.
And through the bathroom mirror, you can see the boy being played with and cleaned like a rag doll by his adoptive mother in front of him.
No matter how the boy's body was manipulated, his eyes were always staring blankly at the mirror.
After all, any adult in his twenties suddenly turns into a kid under ten years old, and there will always be some confusion and panic when facing a new body.
The boy in the mirror looks handsome, but there seems to be some weakness between his eyebrows.
The footprints and mud on his body were obviously the marks of being bullied by his peers.
Amidst the constant scolding, he gradually came back to his senses until he was driven back to his room and lay on the bed.
Immediately, the boy with a dazed look in his eyes saw the message on the school bag placed on the bed next to him.
"Bai Tangjing, second grade of elementary school...are you only eight years old?"
Perhaps because of the fusion of souls, the original youth of the Republic can now speak Japanese fluently.
He nodded to the name on his schoolbag, "It's a name that's easy to pronounce in both Chinese and Japanese."
In the stable environment, the new-born Bai Tangjing gradually lost the panic when he first arrived.
The handsome little boy began to explore the room with great interest, collecting information from the textbooks in his schoolbag and fragmented newspapers.
"It's still the same Hinomoto, and the era name is still Heisei. Heisei 20? Is it...08?"
In the room, which was slightly messier than a few minutes ago, a young child's voice was mumbling to himself.
Bai Tangjing still held the newspaper in his hand, and a series of classic operations suddenly popped into his young mind.
Write songs! Write novels! Make movies!
Save money to buy stocks! Buy Moutai! Buy Tesla! Get into the currency circle!
For people in the future, the world in 2008 is simply a golden age!
The watery eyes of Baitangjing belong to a young child. They are shining! A lot of money seems to have been bundled and placed in front of him, waiting to be moved away by him!
So what if you were born in the countryside?
So what if this body is an orphan?
What if his adoptive parents adopted him for government subsidies?
These tragic and painful things for ordinary people are nothing to the new time travellers.
As long as he works hard to save funds for several years and invests them in the wonderful financial market, the surging money can drown his small body.
In this world, where is the money that is not a paradise?
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Just when Bai Tangjing was dreaming about the future of traveling around the world, spending money like water, and being surrounded by beauties from all over the world, sometimes three times a day, sometimes five times a day.
He suddenly felt a wave of fluctuation coming from the depths of his consciousness.
Before he could react.
It's like the ancient black and white movies have invaded the world, the darkness is spreading, the world is losing color, and everything has come to a standstill.
Only in the center of the room was the young boy still alive.
"This...is this?"
Bai Tangjing's delicate face was stiff. Facing the darkness that seemed to swallow up the world, his feet became weak and he couldn't help but take a few steps back and fell to the ground.
But the change is not over yet, a soft and mysterious light shines from the floor, and becomes brighter and brighter.
But no matter how high the brightness was, Bai Tangjing's young eyes did not feel any pain at all.
When his eyes followed the light downwards, where was the shadow of the floor?
What comes into view is a gathering place of endless shining balls, like a desert or an ocean!
Facing the boundless ocean of light balls, Baitang Jing, who was as small as dust, had blank eyes.
Then, as if by instinct, he stretched out his palms with his palms facing down.
A crystal clear fishhook, connected to a thread of the same texture, hangs down from the palm of the hand and goes straight into the sea of light.
The descent process was neither long nor short, and Bai Tangjing finally calmed down his shock at this time.
His eyes were looking at the hook and line, with great excitement on his face.
"Underneath this...is actually the sea of dimensions!"
The young body trembled with excitement inside.
Returning to 08 is a huge opportunity. This alone makes the life that was elusive in the previous life within reach.
And now he discovered that he was not only reborn, but also had a golden finger that could salvage items from endless dimensions.
Tianhu's start can't describe the joy in Bai Tangjing's heart!
A slight tugging feeling came from the palm of my hand, and the thread that had been hanging down stopped.
"Is this line only so long?"
The boy curled his lips as he looked at the fishhook that almost caught a larger ball of light.
He fluttered his short legs unwillingly, but there was no sign of movement at all in the void.
After working hard for a long time, I had to give up with a sigh.
Then he laughed at his own greed.
This start was already the best among Tianhu. Besides, it was his first time to salvage it and he didn’t know what the size of the light ball meant.
If you are disgusted with all this, then you are really greedy.
Then he swung the fishhook and caught a relatively large ball of light.
"Sure enough, I still like the big ones."
A smile appeared on the corner of his childish mouth. The moment the fishhook caught the ball of light, Bai Tangjing's eyesight went dark.
As soon as he regained consciousness, he returned to standing still holding the newspaper in his hand.
Nothing around him changed at all, and even his movements in panic didn't seem to exist.
Bai Tangjing almost thought that everything just happened was just a dream in the ecstasy of rebirth.
...if you don't have an extra piece of paper on hand.
"Wow."
The news newspaper that I had found with great effort was thrown aside casually.
In the room, the boy excitedly spread the papers from the sea of dimensions in his hands on the desk.
"Come on, come on! This is the first time in this life that the fishing guy will never be in the air force!"
Pulling out the chair and sitting solemnly in front of the desk, the boy tried hard to add a sense of ceremony.
Hold the two corners of the paper with both hands and slowly unfold it...
"What could it be? A secret book of magic skills? A secret recipe for a magical elixir?"
The corners of Bai Tangjing's mouth raised an expectant smile, and the curiosity in his eyes almost overflowed.
The moment the paper was completely opened, the blood-red traditional Chinese handwriting came into view, and he suddenly woke up as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him.
I saw a big word written on the paper with a pen that smelled of blood - fierce!
"Senior personally initiated
I don't know who this junior is, how could he search thousands of miles for me with just his spiritual thoughts, and send a message here, ordering this junior to make a divination.
The senior's cultivation is astonishing to the world, and even today's martial arts myths are expected to be far inferior to it. The junior does not dare to refuse.
However, the danger of this hexagram of the senior is actually the only thing that the junior has seen in his life... No, such a dangerous hexagram can no longer be said to be a 'prophecy' for a person!
That is more like the general trend of heaven and earth! And even if the predecessors had great cultivation, they can only be like moths in a net in the face of such general trends, unable to escape!
...There are no instructions. How can the general trend of heaven and earth be so insignificant that I can’t comment on it?
It’s just that before my eyes, I saw swords rising from the earth! I saw that the world was like a hellfire!
Senior, this goes against all the predictions I made about the general trend in the first half of my life!
...The juniors probably know where the seniors are from, maybe somewhere outside the sky, right?
I just hope that this life...will last indefinitely.
Respectfully, the younger generation - Clay Bodhisattva"
The Clay Bodhisattva is a fortune teller from the world of "Wind and Cloud". In that world where martial arts is the only prerogative, he is praised for his unpredictable prophecy ability!
According to old legend, Cangjie created Chinese characters in the past. When the first character was completed, that character was cursed by all the gods and demons in the nine heavens and ten earths, and possessed infinite magic power. The moment he saw the character, he could escape from the Three Realms and Six Paths.
, all the secrets of the past and future are revealed.
Cangjie recorded this word and the secrets he had glimpsed into the "Jing of Heaven's Crying".
The prophetic ability of Clay Bodhisattva, which is despised by heaven and earth, comes from this.
The boy lying on the desk stared at the bloody book on the desk. The panic and grief in the writing were so rich that they almost burst out of the paper!
Traveling through time is not scary, and traveling through time with a golden finger is even less scary.
The scary thing is that on the first day of time travel, the master of numerology from the world of Gaowu saw your origin and told you clearly - forget it, just wait for death!
God knows in the world of high martial arts, when people in a city are dying at every turn, what kind of tragic and terrifying future can scare the Clay Bodhisattva?!
So, I had no sleep all night.
My own future and the future of the world are immersed in the boundless bloody omen!
When this game, a common scenario in animation, really happened to me, it was as if a cold big hand held the heart and soul of the person involved.
It was unparalleled depression and pain.
In the early morning, the sun has not yet risen.
Bai Tangjing was still sitting at the desk, staring at the bloody book, motionless all night.
Finally, he stood up and took a deep breath.
"The abilities of Clay Bodhisattva can be seen from this letter. It cannot be fake."
Looking out the window at the sun slowly climbing into the sky, the boy who was sentenced to death by fate clenched his fists.
On this morning, primary school student Bai Tangjing did not go to school. This was the first time in his two lives that he was absent from school.
Staring with bloodshot eyes, he arrived in front of the martial arts gym closest to his home.