Projection Upgrade Tour

Chapter 225 Changchun Hall

God attributes are closely related to a person's original spirituality, and Chen An's projection seems to directly cast the original spirituality, directly reincarnate in other worlds, and form a brand new body again.

In this way, it seems normal that God belongs to this body to a certain extent.

Because the source has not actually changed, only the body has changed.

And since the god attribute is still there, even if he loses his powerful body, Chen An still has some means to use.

The spiritual transformation techniques obtained in the secret realm of the sages before, are not only the methods of sacrificing and refining the primordial spirit, but also the corresponding attack methods.

As long as it is applied properly, even if Chen An's body is broken at the moment, it should be no problem to deal with a few ordinary people.

His requirements are not high, just grab a bite to eat, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

Chen Anxin thought so.

Standing on the spot, he carefully observed his body, and checked the body through the relatively powerful Yuanshen, wanting to see what this body was like.

The process went fairly smoothly.

Chen An was quite satisfied with his new body.

Perhaps due to the influence of Chen Anbenyuan, although this body has suffered a lot, he has done farm work since he was a child, and then prayed along the street. He rarely had enough time to eat.

But even so, this body is still good, at least there are no serious problems, just a little malnutrition because of long-term starvation.

But this malnutrition, as long as you take good care of it, should be completely resolved.

not bad.

Suddenly, Chen An was stunned.

Because he found something outrageous.

In the center of his abdomen, that is, the original location of the Purple Mansion, there was a group of rather abrupt existences appearing.

Is that the White Tower?

This time, Chen An was really stunned.

Before that, he never thought that the White Pagoda could be brought over by him.

What is this?
He was a little dumbfounded.

In the last simulation, he was basically reincarnated directly, and he couldn't bring out anything.

Unexpectedly, this time, he can still bring Baita here.

To a certain extent, this actually shows the extraordinaryness of the White Tower.

Yes, even after the projection can be followed together, can it be extraordinary?
Chen An couldn't help thinking.

At present, it is known that the projection is directly cast on other worlds by his origin, and is formed after raising his head and reincarnating.

Because his origin remains unchanged, the god attribute can be brought over, because this attribute is closely related to the origin, and can be brought over to the greatest extent, without too much impact on the body.

As long as the White Pagoda can be brought over together, it means that this magical instrument is also closely related to the source.

In other words, this magic weapon is probably already bound to his origin?
Coming to this conclusion, Chen An subconsciously couldn't believe it.

But the fact is here.

Moreover, the White Pagoda was obtained from the secret realm of the sages. Judging from its specificity, it may even be related to the original sage.

If it is related to sages, then it seems that it can be explained with such a miraculousness?

Chen Anxin thought so.

So far, that seems to be the only explanation.

After figuring this out, Chen An thought of the benefits of the White Pagoda being brought together.

When the last projection was performed, Chen Anxin always had regrets.

Because when he was in the world of Daliang, as an innate master, he had already mastered most of the resources of that world.

With his status, no matter what he wants, he can get it.

However, because of the projection, those things could not be brought back, resulting in limited help to the body.

Why did Chen An act so indifferent to the world in his last life, with little fame and fortune?
It's not because those things can't be taken out at all.

No matter how many things are good, if you can't take them out, isn't it still useless?
But if there is a white tower, then the situation is different.

Chen An couldn't help but show a smile on his face at this moment.

At this time, he suddenly felt that the White Tower was not so useless.

At least with this thing, he will be able to do a good search in this world in the future.

This is undoubtedly a good thing.

Guru
Chen Anxin was thinking of good things, but his stomach was very honest, and at this moment, he screamed directly.

Feeling this, Chen An couldn't help sighing and returned to reality.

Before considering those problems, let's think of ways to solve the problem of food and clothing.

After all, with the condition of this body, it is really impossible to wait any longer.

He was about to get up and go find a few swindlers to see if he could get something.

But at this time, a small figure stumbled outside.

"Iron pillar! Iron pillar!"

A small figure came running from outside, looking ragged, similar to Chen An.

He trotted all the way over, with a happy expression on his face: "There is a good thing, Changchun Hall is sending porridge, as long as you are willing to go over, you can get a bowl of porridge and a piece of steamed buns."

"Is it?"

Listening to this, Chen An also became interested and got up directly.

The child in front of him is called He Er, so named because he is the second child in the family.

Like Chen An, this is also a hard-working child. Both his parents died, and he wandered around here with Chen An's predecessor.

The two depend on each other, and the relationship is very good.

So when there is good news at this moment, the other party will come to inform immediately.

The two quickly set off and walked forward.

Came to the place, there were already a lot of people queuing up.

Crowded everywhere.

This is normal.

After all, under natural and man-made disasters, there are not many people who can eat their fill everywhere.

Under such circumstances, someone suddenly said that they wanted to distribute food for free, so they would definitely be scrambling to come over.

If you don't come, you won't come.

Chen An and He Er found a place to line up and looked at the crowd.

Soon, he found clues.

There are many people in line, but they are all young people.

To be precise, they are basically small children.

Even if the biggest of them is, it is estimated that it looks like a teenager.

Of course, this criterion is judged by height.

There is a tasting stick standing next to it, but anyone higher than this height cannot come over, and will be directly driven out by the people of Changchun Hall.

People everywhere can only be obedient.

There is no way to be obedient.

Changchun Church is a major force in the local area, monopolizing the business of nearby medicinal materials and medical centers, and also has relationships with other gangs.

In Chen An's opinion, it belongs to a kind of gang itself, but it has a serious business to cover up, so there is no need to charge protection fees or the like.

But in reality, its behavior is no different from a gang.

Just look around.

This time, Changchun Church sent porridge, and there were more than a dozen big men with knives around.

Whoever dares to make trouble, it is estimated that it depends on the knives of these guards.

Chen An subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

If it's just a simple relief to gain a reputation, why only give porridge to children?
Sure enough, a voice came from the front.

"If you have received soup and porridge, if you are willing to enter my Changchun Hall, you can walk aside."

A big man shouted at the side, and kept saying, "Three meals a day, you can learn martial arts!"

Manage three meals a day, and still learn martial arts?
Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

In this world, learning martial arts is the best way out.

As long as you can learn something, the future is almost a smooth road.

All kinds of benefits needless to say.

Even a three-year-old child can know the benefits of this.

So as soon as these words came out, people everywhere immediately became more active.

Even some people who did not meet the conditions are now frantically thinking, trying to fish in troubled waters.

Chen An was in the middle, but frowned.

Out of a long-standing habit, he subconsciously began to doubt.

There is no such thing as a pie in the world.

Changchun Church is not like a free charity place.

With the power of Changchun Hall, they want to recruit disciples to learn martial arts. Some children with excellent roots can be selected, and those children who are helpless can be arranged. Anyway, they can always easily find enough disciples.

But it has to do the opposite, and has to choose from these beggars.

What's the situation?
Chen An couldn't help but wonder.

The long-term experience made him subconsciously suspicious.

But this is just a subconscious thought.

He didn't do much.

Changchun Hall recruits so many beggars, most of them have their own purpose.

But this purpose is not necessarily bad for Chen An.

As long as you can make good use of this opportunity, you may be able to save a lot of effort.

Even if it really doesn't work, you can still have a good meal.

It's a big deal to run out when the time comes.

It's just a group of ordinary warriors, but Chen An still has the confidence to deal with it.

He stepped forward, took his share of the soup and porridge, and then stepped aside.

"Name."

"Chen An."

"Ok?"

Mr. Wenfang, who was in charge of registration, couldn't help but look up and looked at Chen An with some surprise: "Are you a child of a big family?"

In this world, the names of most farmers' sons are basically cheap names, such as Tie Zhu, the predecessor of Chen An, and the name of his friend He Er.

These names are basically taken on the principle that a cheap name is good for a living.

However, the name Chen An is different from those cheap names at first glance.

"My parents are dead, I'm lucky to get here."

Chen An bowed slightly, didn't say anything, just explained one sentence.

The accountant immediately understood.

These days, under natural and man-made disasters, not only ordinary people have a hard time, but even those rich and powerful families are the same, if they are not careful, their families will be destroyed.

In his opinion, Chen An may have wandered out like this.

Before that, Chen An was still the young master of a big family.

Thinking like this, Mr. Wenfang couldn't help showing some pity in his eyes, and his words softened a lot: "Go and wait, and go get another bowl of porridge later."

"Thank you sir."

Chen An was a little surprised, but thanked him politely.

Not long after, he received another bowl of porridge, and slowly began to eat it under the envious gaze of others.

Looking at the appearance of his meal, people everywhere couldn't help but nod again, and they became more and more sure of their guesses.

(End of this chapter)