Dreaming about the universe is completely different from dreaming about an individual.
No matter how long you go back in time, you can only dream of an individual person, but it is different when you dream of the vast world. The entire world and everyone can become his dream target.
In An Qisheng's view, this was no longer a dream.
He even believed that this was rebirth by possession and time travel!
The owner of this body was already dead. The moment he woke up, he was already dead, leaving no trace of his soul.
Because of this, he felt unfamiliar with this body, but he did not feel rejected.
An Qisheng wanted to bite his teeth, but he bit his gums. He didn't even have many teeth left.
The whole body, from the hands, feet and limbs to the trunk, from the gastrointestinal viscera to the skeletal muscles, the entire body has fallen into a state of near collapse.
The deadline is approaching.
Four words flashed through my mind.
There is no doubt that this is an old man who has truly lived to the end of his life.
In other words, the difference between this body and the corpse is only because he still exists in this corpse.
But the situation has come to this point, and all negative emotions will only worsen the situation and will not help at all.
In an instant, An Qisheng calmed down.
Let the two little ones climb onto the bed, the boy removed his mouth, and the girl poured a bowl of smelly black concoction into his mouth.
An Qisheng's eyes opened, making these two little guys feel that their master could still save them.
"Hululu~"
An Qisheng was choked and rolled his eyes. He had very limited control over this body at this time and could only use this method to remind him.
Fortunately, the girl was not hopelessly stupid. She hurriedly stopped after seeing her eyes rolled.
An Qisheng's journey into another world of dreams did not end here.
"Clumsy, do you want to kill the master!"
The little boy glared at the little girl, took the medicine bowl, and fed her carefully.
The reason why they were desperate before was because their master had long been in a coma and couldn't even get the medicine in.
"Master..."
The little girl's big eyes flashed, and her dark little face was full of hope:
"Tingting wants you to give me a hug..."
An Qisheng didn't hear this sentence. In fact, he didn't understand it either.
He is working hard to control this body to cooperate with the two little ones feeding the medicine. Otherwise, it would be impossible for these two little guys to pour the medicine into it.
Even so, these two little animals were busy for most of the day, and they were exhausted and sweating profusely.
"call!"
An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the warm medicinal liquid flowing down his esophagus into his abdomen.
Just to cooperate with the feeding of medicine to these two little ones, he spent as much energy as he did in a life-and-death fight with people.
"Master, Master, are you feeling better?"
The little boy looked nervous.
An Qisheng couldn't understand what the two little ones were saying, but he could guess what they wanted to say from the worry and nervousness on their faces.
He wanted to wave his hand, but finally blinked hard.
"Master blinked!"
The little girl exclaimed and jumped up and down: "Master will definitely be fine soon."
"Master is tired, let's let him rest."
The little boy tugged on the little girl's arm.
The little girl still wanted to stay, but after thinking about it, she followed the little boy out of the house obediently.
"What a terrible start..."
Looking at the yellowed beams on the top, An Qisheng closed his eyes.
Continue to strengthen your control over this decaying body.
Because there is no soul left in this body, An Qisheng has extremely strong control over the body. Although the body is already in decay, the speed of control is not too slow.
By the time it was getting dark outside, he could barely turn over. Although he couldn't get off the ground yet, he could already move his arms slightly.
Looking at the loose skin on the yellowed palms and the clearly visible age spots, An Qisheng sighed inwardly.
A picture of Tao that communicates deep in the soul:
"I want to know the information about this body."
Buzz~
The brilliant light on the ancient scroll flows like water, and the words on it appear from An Qisheng's perspective:
【Wang Quan (92 years old)】
[Life path: Born in Jiufujie, Fengzhou, Dafeng Kingdom, Ronghua Mansion, lost his father when he was young, lost his mother when he was young, his only little sister was killed by a passing martial artist in middle age, and he became enlightened after taking revenge...
At the age of ninety-two, Kong San, the abandoned disciple of the Supreme God General, took away the inner strength of the boy's skill that he had practiced for seventy-two years]
[Kung Fu: Nameless Boy Kung Fu, Nameless Wind Sword, Light Kung Fu Flying on Grass...]
[Consuming Dao power can recall its memory and skills]
"Capture internal power?"
Only then did An Qisheng understand why this body felt weaker than that of an ordinary old man.
It turned out that all the inner strength of the boy's skill that he had practiced for more than seventy years had been taken away.
"Kong San of the Supreme God Sect..."
Then, he felt a little wary again.
This old Taoist had his inner strength taken away and died of exhaustion. If he was possessed and reborn, wouldn't it arouse the doubts of Kong San?
"Consume Dao power to obtain Wang Quanyou's words and information about this world..."
An Qisheng thought for a while and said.
Simply dreaming on your own and mastering the language, characters, customs and customs of a different world from scratch cannot be accomplished in a short time.
[Consume one point of power to obtain all of the king’s memories]
Buzz~
There was a buzzing in my mind, as if someone had punched me in the face.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, a lot of information flowed through An Qisheng's mind.
This world is called Jiufujie.
There are three days in the sky and seven red moons in the night.
Because the Jiufujie territory is extremely vast and complex, with many mountains and rivers and dangerous places, there has never been a unified dynasty in tens of thousands of years.
Therefore, countries stand side by side in the world, and there are frictions with each other, and wars often occur.
The place where Wang Quan is located belongs to Ronghua Mansion in Fengzhou, one of the sixteen states of Dafeng.
Dafeng is one of the seven most powerful countries in the Jiufeng Realm. The contemporary King Feng has great talents and broad plans, and he has worked hard to govern the country for 20 years.
Compared with the clear distinctions between the various countries, the martial arts world in Jiufujie is much more complicated.
The influence of the major sects headed by Huangjue Temple, Jishen Sect, Baiyue Villa and other sects is no longer limited to a single country. For example, the Six Hell Demon Sect, a public enemy of the martial arts, has influence throughout the seven countries.
Unfortunately, that's all.
Wang Quan has never been out of Ronghua Mansion in his life, and he knows very little about current affairs. Most of them are hearsay and have only a partial understanding.
What is most memorable in his memory is the Unknown Boy Kung Fu that he has been practicing for more than seventy years.
This technique was acquired by chance when Wang Quan was young.
"Tongzi Kung Fu... what Tong Zhengyang told Porter was not a lie. It is indeed possible to practice true energy."
After closing his eyes and digesting for a while, An Qisheng no longer knew anything about this world.
In Wang Quan's memory, there is a specific training method of Tongzi Kung Fu.
But because he had not extracted this skill, although he knew the above cultivation method, he did not have Wang Quan's decades of practice experience.
Creak~
At this time, the wooden door was pushed open, and the red moonlight came in.
Two dirty little ones came in holding a few pieces of dark dough.
"Master, you, you can get up!"
Seeing An Qisheng who was half-sitting, the little girl jumped up and almost dropped the dough in her hand.
The little boy suddenly became anxious and his eyes widened:
"Jiang Tingting, be careful! We only need so much in one day!"
"Master, you are hungry, eat quickly."
Jiang Tingting held the black steamed bun and jumped up to An Qisheng.
An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.
These two little ones are a twelve-year-old boy named Zhang Haohao and a nine-year-old girl named Jiang Tingting.
He is an orphan adopted by Wang Quan.
Glancing at the dark bun that was pinched by his little hands, and at Jiang Tingting who was secretly swallowing her saliva, he reached out and picked up one and pushed the other to the little girl:
"One is enough for me, you can eat the rest."
An Qisheng frowned slightly.
From the expressions and words of the two people when they came in, he knew that these two little guys had actually gone down the mountain to beg. No wonder they came back in the middle of the night.
But although Wang Quan, the old Taoist priest, lives in poverty, he is not really poor. The things he has accumulated in his life are enough for these two little guys to have a worry-free life.
But he was not surprised that the old Taoist priest, the only pillar of support, fell.
Naturally, there are many people who want to take advantage of the situation and steal the Taoist temple's property.
"oh."
Jiang Tingting retracted her hand obediently and looked at the wotou in her hand with a tangled face.
Don't know if I should eat it.
"Master, water."
Zhang Haohao brought over a bowl of water and handed it over.
An Qisheng took the water without eating or drinking, and turned to look at the two little guys:
"You went begging?"
"No, no."
Zhang Haohao's face turned red: "We, let's go, beg for alms."
"Master..."
Jiang Tingting was also a little at a loss.
Their master disliked taking other people's things. He always said that begging for alms was a Buddhist saying. Taoism didn't have this rule, and you couldn't beg even if you starved to death.
This is terrible, I will be scolded by the master.
"well done."
No, An Qisheng just smiled:
"I'm almost starving to death, how can I still be so particular?"
From Wang Quan's memory, he knew that Taoists in this world did not have the rule of begging, but let alone that he was not a Taoist, even if he was, Xuanxing Taoists did not say that they could not beg.
Wang Zhongfu, a great master of Xuanxing Taoism, had a history of begging.
"ah?"
The two children were stunned.
"go to sleep."
An Qisheng waved his hand.
The two little guys walked out feeling dizzy, still wondering why the master had changed his gender.
An Qisheng swallowed the rough steamed bun with cold water.
He can even eat the inhumane medicinal food in the training camp, so this is no problem.
Afterwards, he lay down again, feeling some pity for the two little guys.
At their age, either Xuanxing or his previous life would have been the family's favorite, but they begged for two cornbreads and were reluctant to eat them.
Being sensible makes people feel distressed.
"pity......."
An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Huhu~~~
The night wind blows, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard are flying.
A figure descended from the roof, passed through the flying leaves, and landed gently outside An Qisheng's door, making no sound.
