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Their hearts trembled.

They are completely convinced that the boy in front of them is by no means a real boy.

He has the same status as them.

traverser.

But he was completely different from them.

He was at a higher level than them in his previous life, and he definitely didn't enter this world because he was threatened and cornered.

The boy seemed to feel their gaze, but he didn't stop practicing.

Until a woman's voice came from the kitchen in the backyard: "Xiaofan, you are playing with your fire stick again, why don't you hurry up and help."

"Oh." The boy put away the "fire stick" and entered the kitchen.

After a while, he came out with a tray.

Soon, he came to the private room where Tang Xie and the others were on the second floor, and entered politely. Facing the guests who seemed to have been immobilized, he looked as usual, and took out the dishes on the tray one by one and put them in order. , and said politely: "Guests, please use it slowly."

Only then did he step back and leave.

From beginning to end, there were no threats, no hints, and no indications.

It seems that he is really a pure young man.

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Tang Xie and the others didn't know how they ended their meal. It wasn't until they staggered out of the restaurant and away from the street that their dazed minds settled down again.

"Boss, I found out. I heard from people nearby that the boy's name is Zhang Fan, his father is the first-generation mermaid, and he is now the leader of the exploration team in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

It is said that her mother lost a lot of vitality when she gave birth to him. After giving birth to him, she has no fertility. She is a rare only child. In order to take care of him, she chose to take root in Haishi, who originally turned into a sea with his father. "

In fact, when that brother just started talking, Tang Xie really wanted to stop the other party from continuing. For a boss of that level, the most taboo thing is to be followed by others, but he also I can't control my inner curiosity.

It wasn't until he had heard the general picture that the other party had pieced together from the mouths of the neighbors around him that he breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Okay, that's the end of this matter. Let's just pretend we haven't seen him before, don't worry about it. Don't overdo it."

As he spoke, he scanned the crowd with a warning gaze, and said, "Don't show off this matter or exchange it for something!"

The other brothers looked at each other and said helplessly: "Boss, do you think we are stupid? You still need to tell me about this kind of thing? Just take care of yourself."

Hearing their answers, Tang Xie nodded in satisfaction, and said, "That's the best. I'm also afraid that you might accidentally say something wrong."

Afterwards, everyone agreed not to mention this matter any more, as if it had never happened.

……

Zhang Fan, his parents and elders like to call him Xiaofan affectionately.

As Tang Xie and others had guessed, he was indeed a time traveler, just like them.

The biggest difference is that he took the initiative to choose his soul to enter this world, instead of being forced and cornered.

No one can force him.

As for his identity, although he didn't choose to take the initiative to expose it, he didn't deliberately conceal it either. But first, he didn't hold hostility towards Yan Xia or even this world. Yan Xia's luck screening method didn't work for him. Second, According to Yanxia's official standards, whether it is his cultivation talent, or the degree of compatibility between his mind and the origin of the thirteen holy beasts, and even the changes in his luck, they are all very common.

In addition, for the past ten years or so, he has lived a quiet life, and he has not done anything that is not commensurate with his age, so he has always been outside Yan Xia's observation range.

After completing the enlightenment and nine-year compulsory education, he didn't even go to the secondary practice schools that he was qualified to enter, but just practiced sword at home.

Regarding Yanxia's official evaluation of him as "average" in all aspects, his father in this life was a little disappointed, and his mother became a little cautious, for fear of irritating him in this regard.

And the real thought in his heart is, huh, huh.

Even, regarding Yan Xia's current practice system, which is so luxuriant, complex and full of flowers, if he was asked to give an evaluation, he would only give it——haha.

In his opinion, one of the biggest problems with Yanxia's practice system is that they use the thinking mode before the change to build a derivation practice system.

There must be a method for everything, and everything must start with the reason and end with the reason.

Everything must be universal, and any method seems to be valuable only if it is transmitted, dispersed, and popularized.

stubborn!

As everyone knows, the one way of practice, for true geniuses, for those who can truly comprehend the mysteries of the Dao, the last thing to talk about is the truth.

The essence of the wonderful truth of practice lies in the moment that is mysterious and mysterious, which can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

Want to speak but not speak, want to speak but can't speak, because once the words are exhausted, the mysterious and ethereal state will be shattered.

One hundred people can have one hundred comprehensions for the same enlightenment state, and even the same person can have different gains at different times.

This is superior.

Yanxia practiced, but tried to make any sentence, any meaning, iron-clad, tempered and tempered, so that even after thousands of years, there would be no ambiguity.

Little do they know that time changes and the world changes, any kind of law, any kind of principle is in the process of changing anytime and anywhere.

One is a work of art and the other is a handicraft.

Handicrafts are beautiful, but they have no soul.

Of course, this kind of rigid and rigid practice also existed in the previous life, but it was all prepared for the mediocre and common people.

For real practitioners and those who really pursue the Dao, this is a kind of imprisonment and a kind of harm.

Therefore, regarding the evaluation given to him by this practice system, his attitude is only, ha ha.

Depression or something, of course there will be no such thing.

As for his purpose of coming to this world, it is also very simple and pure.

Prove your own path, and open up the way of swordsmanship for a lifetime.

In the world of the previous life, practice has developed for countless years, and various ideas have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the forces are mixed, it is difficult to find a truly quiet place to confirm the Dao.

It is easy to be disturbed and even obstructed by various tangible and intangible things.

To put it more simply, it is difficult for newcomers to get ahead.

For people like Tang Xie who followed the established old path honestly, they didn't feel deeply, or even didn't feel this way at all.

But he is determined to open up a new way of swordsman.

But there is already a sword way in the world, and there are more than one way, and there is one or even a group of big men standing on each of them.

He wants to insert one in, expecting someone to move his body, move a little to the side, and give him an empty seat?

He was cautious enough not to kill him with a sword flying directly from the sky.

In such a situation, if he heard the news from this world, he didn't need anyone to force him, so he took the initiative to find ways to get in.

A blank sheet of paper is good for painting!

Therefore, he didn't care about being seen through Xingzang by Tang Xie's ten people.

He never deliberately concealed the fact that he was a time traveler.

What's the harm in being exposed to Yan Xia's sight?

If he wanted to develop the way of the sword, he had to stand in front of the stage, let alone deal with Yan Xia.

What's more, with Yan Xia's usual attitude, he didn't break the law, and he wouldn't really do anything to him.

The only thing that gave him a little headache was——

"Hey, Xiaofan, why are you pretending to be a child again?"

Suddenly, a pair of slender hands pinched his face. A woman who was dressed plainly but couldn't hide her beauty seemed to be unable to see his frowning and frowning look. At this moment, she directly helped him stretch his face .

I want to help him smooth out his wrinkled skin.

This woman is his mother in this matter, but judging from the appearance of the two, they are more like siblings than mother and son.

Feeling his mother rubbing his collagen-filled juvenile face back and forth for a while, Zhang Fan, who had been responding with a numb, non-violent and non-cooperative attitude, finally said helplessly: "Mom, can you stop playing with me like this?"

The woman's face suddenly became gloomy, and her face instantly changed from having fun just now to being heartbroken and about to cry, and she almost wiped her tears and groaned.

Of course Zhang Fan knew that his mother was possessed by a playwright again.

Hey.

The only thing that gave him a headache was his parents in this life.

When he made the decision to enter this world with his soul and reincarnate as a human being, he considered a lot, including how to contact the local forces, how to accumulate foundation, how to make a blockbuster, show off his style, and how to prove the way and go to the next level.

As for the parents and relatives who were reincarnated in the past, they have never entered his consideration.

Tool people.

But when he was reincarnated, when his consciousness was fully awakened, he completely recalled every moment since he was born, being hugged and cared by his mother with gentle words, growing up day by day under her nurturing, eating, sleeping, and eating. , pissing and crying, my father always tried every means to make some naive and crude toys for himself, and he never forgot to bring some gifts for him every time he returned from a mission... Before he awakened, he was no different from an ordinary baby. It's different, but all of these are clearly and unmistakably perceived by him who is sleeping in the child's body, and his feelings are even deeper than ordinary children.

Day by day, year by year.

He cultivated the way of the sword, not the way of ruthlessness.

How can you be indifferent to this?

Moreover, what made him feel even more guilty was that when he was about to be born, he was sleeping because he was too excited, maybe because a certain string in his mind was not well controlled, and he emitted a sword intent, although he was shocked immediately. , Immediately received, but still caused permanent damage to the mother.

Let her completely lose the ability to reproduce again.

Otherwise, according to Yan Xia's normal family, he would have several younger brothers and sisters, so no matter what he did, he would feel more at ease and calm.

And now, as their only son, they have so much unreserved love for themselves.

No matter what choice he made, he couldn't help weighing it over and over again in his mind, but what he considered most was how they would feel after he made certain choices.

Especially, when they knew that their only son was an alien, a time traveler, how would they treat themselves?

Whenever he thinks of these things, he will have a headache, and often miss himself who debuted as an orphan in his previous life.

"Hey, it's better to be an orphan."

Every time he thought of the tangled headache, he would feel this kind of emotion in his heart.

Thinking of being peeked into Xingzang today, he anticipated the situation he might face in the future, and it might even be in the near future. He looked at his mother who was possessed by a playful spirit, endured it, and couldn't help but ask:

"Mom, if one day you find out that your son is a peerless genius, will you collapse?"

He originally wanted to say "traveler", but when he got to the point of speaking, he finally gave up and replaced it with "peerless genius".

The woman with the upper body of the show also stopped the performance, and pressed her finger on his forehead: "You are stupid, if my son is a peerless genius, I would wake up laughing every night when I dream of it, why should I break down?"

Zhang Fan opened his mouth, hesitated to speak several times, and finally chose to shut up.

Seeing the change in his expression, the woman misunderstood something, and quickly avoided the topic, saying: "Actually, it's good for us to live in peace and stability in the city like this. Let's see what kind of life your father and the others are living? How long has it been since you went home? The more talented you are, the more you will be a hard worker, don't expect to have a peaceful and peaceful life."

Zhang Fan nodded, and took advantage of the opportunity to put aside some of the entanglements in his heart, and chatted casually with his mother.

He understands himself, and even though he is struggling with this at the moment, he is still a Taoist cultivator with outstanding Taoism. When the opportunity comes, the sharpness that has been honed for many years in the past and present lives will finally test the edge of the world and surprise the world one day.

……

It is no coincidence.

In Yanxia's native land, near a state city that was newly established more than [-] years ago.

In the local institutions of higher learning.

machine relationship.

In a processing room.

A young girl finished processing the last wooden part, then she took aside half a box full of various wooden parts, and gave the workbench to others, while she found a remote corner to take care of herself. He took out the wooden parts one by one and quickly put them together.

Each mortise and tenon gap is accurate to the millimeter level, which can be easily installed without any looseness.

At this moment, another girl who was about her age approached her, resting her chin on her shoulder, watching a model take shape in her hands.

He chatted casually: "Hey, you have assembled all the thirteen holy beasts, what are you going to make this time?"

The girl didn't speak, but the movements of her hands didn't stop, they were still moving rhythmically, and an upright humanoid model appeared little by little.

When she plugged in the last piece, a complete model, roughly life-sized, was made.

The girl with her chin on her shoulder looked at the strange thing in front of her, and asked doubtfully, "What is this?"

The girl looked at it carefully, her eyebrows frowned, and she seemed to be a little displeased with its appearance, which was somewhat different from her own aesthetics, and said, "I found it in a secret file in the State Library before, and for some reason, Officials banned the dissemination of such knowledge years ago."

Another girl said: "So, what is it?"

"Optimus Prime, a powerful existence who came to Blue Star from the outer world, but he never overwhelmed others with force. He is brave, kind, upright, responsible, peace-loving, and willing to help others..."