Wenxiu Continent, Tingxiang Country, Yuncheng, Tang Family.
In the backyard pavilion, an old man wearing a robe stood in front of a stone table, holding a penholder and writing on a piece of paper. If you look closely, you will see that the hand holding the pen holder has not even touched the pen holder. It relies entirely on the infuriating energy to control the writing movements.
From a distance, it looks leisurely and elegant.
Just a few strokes after he started writing, Mr. Tang's anger suddenly became unstable. The pen trembled, the tip of the pen tilted, and he wrote an ugly stroke. The muscles on the face of the butler making tea next to him trembled, knowing that the old man must be in a bad mood at the moment.
"Bang!" Sure enough, the old man who wanted to use his elegance to calm down his anger slammed the pen on the table and shouted angrily: "Come here, see if that bastard is awake. If he is, tell him to get over here!"
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"The real way to use the Heaven and Earth Creation Cauldron is to refine the soul of the cauldron and use the body as the cauldron! I made a mistake in my cultivation at the beginning. I tried my best and couldn't make any further progress in the alchemy path..."
Tang Yan muttered a few words in confusion, suddenly opened his eyes, and trembled: "Didn't the cauldron of heaven and earth explode, and I died from the explosion? How come I'm still conscious?"
Tang Yan woke up with a start and suddenly found himself lying on a soft couch with extremely luxurious surroundings.
Immediately afterwards, a huge piece of information suddenly emerged in his mind, two different memories merged with each other, and Tang Yan's head suddenly burst into pain.
After a long while, Tang Yan breathed a long sigh of relief and recovered from the pain. After quickly sorting out this memory, Tang Yan couldn't help but look strange.
He comes from the earth and is the most mysterious alchemist in the inner world.
The line of self-cultivation has existed in China since ancient times. However, with the development of the times, these self-cultivation practitioners have all gone into hiding and are scattered among the mountains, rivers and markets, forming the so-called inner rivers and lakes.
The explosion of the Heaven and Earth Fortune Cauldron caused him to be reborn as a young man with the same name as Tang Yan. His identity was the eldest son of the Tang family.
Knowing that he had such a noble status, Tang Yan felt comforted in his heart. After all, he was a young master, and he was worthy of being reborn.
But soon Tang Yan's face dropped...
In this world, martial arts is respected, and the cultivation levels are divided into five levels: Tian, Di, Xuan, Huang, and Yuan, and each level is divided into nine levels.
The host's previous strength was only at the second level of Yuan level!
Starting to practice at the age of six, even a dog can reach the third level of Yuan level!
Looking back at what this guy had done before, Tang Yan wished he could go back in time.
If this guy's sixteen years of life were written down, it would be okay to call it "How Waste is Made."
When he was five years old, he began to study piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and dabbled in martial arts and alchemy. At the age of seven, he entered the alchemy path. At the age of twenty-four, he was known as the Little Alchemy King. At the age of thirty-eight, he became a master of alchemy and could refine ninth-level elixirs!
Looking around the world, there are very few people who can compare with me. How many people in the Jianghu world have inherited his elixir and owe me countless favors.
A strong man who has reached the pinnacle of his cultivation will still call him Alchemy Saint when he sees him.
Compared with himself, the Tang Yan from before really deserved to be killed by a piece of tofu!
The reason why he was able to travel through time was because his predecessor molested Lin Dongxue, the daughter of the city lord, and tried to rape her. However, Liu Zhi, the eldest son of the Liu family who happened to be passing by, had his pubic area disabled and was seriously injured.
This body was already extremely weak due to the depletion of alcohol and sex. It died immediately after being injured. It was no coincidence that my soul collided with this useless body.
He felt weird about his attempted rape, but he had just traveled through time and his mind was still quite confused.
Just as he was thinking about it, a clear voice suddenly came.
"Master, it's okay, Master, Master, he called you!" A maid ran in in a panic.
"I understand." Tang Yan arranged his clothes unhurriedly.
"Master, the master said... let you get over here quickly..." Seeing that the young master was still dawdling, Xiaocui was secretly worried and reminded in a low voice.
Hearing Xiao Cui's words, Tang Yan couldn't help but be startled, rubbed Xiao Cui's head and said with a smile, "It seems he is in a hurry."
At this time, Young Master Tang was no longer the waste he had been before. He knew exactly what his grandfather wanted to do when he asked him to go there. Is it just that you want to criticize and educate yourself, and you are anxious to go over and scold yourself?
Besides, my head is not smooth now. If I say the wrong thing, the old man will chop it down with his palm, and I will lose half of my life.
But according to the old man's temperament, if he doesn't go over, he will definitely kill here, and if he doesn't save everything, he will be beaten.
"Okay, I'll go over there and get me some clothes."
"Master, your clothes." Xiao Cui responded and quickly took out a robe.
Tang Yan took the clothes and his face suddenly darkened.
The soft satin robe was covered with holes, and strings of gold ornaments hung on the edges of these holes.
Tang Yan had never heard of such strange clothing even though he had seen a lot in his previous life.
"this is mine?"
"Master, isn't this your favorite robe? I asked Grandma Wang to change it seven times before it was perfect." Xiao Cui said in a low voice, but her eyebrows were full of curiosity. Why is the young master today different from the past?
"Take off all the gold jewelry on it and keep it. Throw away the clothes and bring me some normal clothes." Tang Yan almost spat out his blood and once again lamented the weirdness of his predecessor. If he put this extravagant thought into cultivation, He won't have his Dantian knocked out by others.
After he changed into his robe, Xiaocui looked at the young master who had lost all his arrogance in the past, and suddenly came up with an idea that even she found unbelievable: Has the young master turned back?
According to his memory, Tang Yan walked towards the backyard.
From a distance, I saw a burly old man holding a writing brush and looking at him leisurely.
However, relying on his keen insight, Tang Yan still felt the vague anger bursting out from the old man, and the anger was directed at him as he expected.
"I've met grandpa." Tang Yan stiffened his scalp and went up to pay his respects.
The old butler Mo Bo remained silent, and the servants around him did not dare to speak. Although there was no anger on the master's face, it was like a frozen calm, which really made people feel depressed.
This calmness was finally broken with the arrival of Tang Yan.
"Snapped!"
"Click!"
Mr. Tang dropped the brush on the stone table for the second time, and the penholder broke immediately.
"You little bastard, you really have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard. It's okay to be uneducated and do many evil things. Now that you have strong wings, you dare to rape the city lord's daughter, and you still failed! The face of my Tang family has been completely ruined by you. Er Jing!”
Mr. Tang is indeed tough, and he speaks treasonous words every time he opens his mouth. Is it a disgrace for the daughter of the city lord to attempt rape?
"When you were six years old, I tested your martial arts talent. You have inherited the excellent bloodline of my old Tang family, and you have the highest qualifications.
If you practice hard, your Dantian will be destroyed now? You were at fault in this matter and deserved to be beaten. Where can I explain to you? "
