It is said that there are three choices, but for Ye Chuxiao, there is actually only one.
In an instant, Ye Chuxiao's life was reduced by ten, his body suddenly fell, crossed the river of avenues, and broke into a whole new world.
Using Daoyun as a ticket to travel across time on the ship of creation is actually a true body time travel, but the identity has been edited.
Even exchanging identities falls under the same principle.
Of course, if you die in another world, it is completely real.
The words ‘identity logged in’ appeared on the light screen in front of me.
Then a strange memory flashed quickly through Ye Chuxiao's mind like a slide show.
This kind of memory insertion is different from the feeling Ye Chuxiao had when he first traveled through this body.
To put it simply, there is no sense of empathy and empathy.
It is just to facilitate Ye Chuxiao to grasp the identity information at this time, and to have a relatively quick understanding of the world he is in.
Chen Fusheng, male, seventeen years old, status: lame, self-reliant.
Ye Chuxiao, who was squatting in the corner begging, his eyes quickly regained clarity after being confused for a while.
Only a countdown appeared on the light screen in front of him.
Beside the countdown, there are some simple reminder texts that jump from time to time.
After one month, he will need to 'renew' his current identity, which means he must earn ten life points within a month, otherwise he will be taken away and returned to his original world.
"The beggar's start is not a big deal, but he is lame on one leg and is very weak. This is a big problem."
"Not to mention obtaining the cultivation resources of this world and finding other Taoist charms, even whether you can live safely is a problem."
"Is it because the fate balance is only three points, so it affects the randomness of the identity?" Ye Chuxiao couldn't help but feel a little urgent.
If destiny is really closely related to the direction of a person's destiny, then he will never leave this world empty-handed.
Otherwise, if he returns to Daheng with only three points of destiny, all the flaws and hidden dangers left behind by his previous dealings with the cult monsters will probably explode, destroying his body.
When the cold wind passed through the alleyway and hit his thin body like a whip, the urgency became even more intense.
Logically speaking, Ye Chuxiao, who is already at the third level of the Foolish Realm, shouldn't be so unbearable when his true body travels through time.
However, he did not receive any information about the cultivation of this world, so the reminder that his past cultivation was 'blocked' occasionally flashed across the light screen in front of him, which fully explained why he was in such a mess at the moment.
"Food, clothes and fire are what I need urgently. If possible, it would be best to find a temporary shelter." Ye Chuxiao sorted through his memories and gradually found a suitable place.
With the beggar's knowledge, he naturally doesn't know what this world is, what the current dynasty is, the situation in the world, the relationship between spiritual practice, etc. To the beggar, these are all nonsense.
At this time, the useful information that Ye Chuxiao could extract from his memory was that Linzhou City and the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall in the west of the city were destroyed.
Half a month ago, the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall located in the west of Linzhou City was wiped out overnight. There were a total of 139 people in the martial arts hall, and no one was spared.
Because of the brutal massacre of the Miemen, blood was spilled all over the courtyard, walls and stone slabs, leaving tragic traces of dried blood. As a result, after the valuables in the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall were carried away and robbed, no one dared to enter again.
That empty courtyard.
Ye Chuxiao planned to go to Tianwei Martial Arts Hall to stay temporarily and see if the food problem could be solved there.
Maybe... there might be some grain reserves that haven't been moved yet.
Lame on one leg, it took Ye Chuxiao two hours to find the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, which was missing a door.
At this time, the street where the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall was originally located has been vacated.
Those who can be moved have been moved, and even those who have not been moved yet have their doors and windows nailed shut.
It seems that this can provide a slight sense of security.
There were still bloody handprints on the half-collapsed wooden door.
The dark blood stains on the floor seemed to be imprisoning ghosts and ghosts. Even when looking at it in broad daylight, it made people feel cold.
Ye Chuxiao walked in lamely, not feeling much emotion called 'fear' or 'awe'.
Cultivation is depriving him of some emotions, but he only regards them as his own "calmness".
The rice vat in the kitchen had been emptied out a long time ago, and the rice vat that was difficult to move had a big hole smashed into it by someone unknown.
If you can't take it away, destroy it. This is very human nature.
Moreover, people are afraid of death and ghosts, but this does not prevent them from taking advantage.
Fortunately, there was still half an acre of potatoes in the backyard. Perhaps they had not grown well half a month ago. A few seedlings survived by chance, and they were pulled out by Ye Chuxiao. They gathered them together to make a meal.
Xuanwei Hall, originally the most majestic place in the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, now Ye Chuxiao used the broken windows that were removed to light a fire, and the newly dug potatoes were roasting in the fire.
Looking at the dancing firelight, Ye Chuxiao breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief.
Then he secretly cursed himself for not living up to expectations.
Just getting a meal gave me a sense of satisfaction.
The entire Xuanwei Hall was empty, and the seats that should have been filled had already been vacated.
Only the two large stone pillars had traces of sword scratches and the same dried blood stains scattered on them, making them look ugly and ferocious.
Ye Chuxiao's eyes were gradually attracted by a sword mark.
At first glance, I didn't think there was anything unusual about that sword mark.
But when you look more closely, you can notice its neatness and restraint.
After all, Ye Chuxiao can be considered a practitioner, but some clues can still be seen from the traces.
Not feeling taboo, Ye Chuxiao stepped forward and touched the sword mark with his hand.
But unexpectedly, the golden clock moved again.
The hands reversed, and time seemed to follow the reverse flow.
"Get the remaining aura of Dao Yun and start looking back in time. Please intercept Dao Yun as soon as possible."
The same message was transmitted mechanically.
Ye Chuxiao seemed to be following the reverse flow of time and began to look back into the past.
This time, the clock no longer just turned once, but a full sixteen times.
"It seems that the time effect of Daoyun's aura can be traced back not only for twenty-four hours, but based on the specific situation when the aura remains, the specific length of the traceback is determined, but I don't know where the upper limit is." Ye Chuxiao thought to himself.
In just a moment, Xuanwei Hall, which was originally dilapidated, desolate, and even a bit eerie, became majestic and magnificent.
A young man was kneeling in the center of the lobby, with a look of confusion and fear.
There were a group of men and women standing on the left and right, all facing the same direction.
The burly middle-aged man, with his muscular chest half-opened, held a simple knife in his hand, with a solemn expression.
"Master! Xiao Jiu accidentally killed the son of the leader of the Qingxi Sword Sect. The fault for this matter is not his. Isn't it too much for us to directly abolish Xiao Jiu and send him to the Qingxi Sword Sect..."
The young man asked the burly middle-aged man.
Thanks to Lie Lan for the hundred points! Thank you!