Catch the stars

Dian Qingkong limped back from the Taihang Mountains to the family pharmacy while dragging his heavy body full of scars, while silently connecting his dislocated left arm, his brows were lightly frowned, and his face was as heavy as water.

I met a lot of people along the way, adults or peers who skipped classes, both I knew and didn't know in the memory of the original owner, but none of them came to condolences.

Although there are reasons for the embarrassing identity of the illegitimate son of the original owner and the introverted personality and low self-esteem, the main reason is the family's intrigue and mercenary.Their indifference day after day made Dian Qingkong, who had just taken over this body, couldn't help but sneer. This kind of family that has already ignored the lives and deaths of its clansmen, once there is no one who can beat the crowd in a certain generation, the competition of the crowd is enough to make it completely decline or even perish.

The pharmacist in the pharmacy was obviously very familiar with the original owner of the body. When he saw Dian Qingkong coming, he sighed, looked at the injury, and quickly packed up the medicines he needed and gave them to him.Endured and endured, the young pharmacist said softly: "Those ignorant second-generation ancestors are really going too far. Maybe you can report to the Patriarch. Anyway...he is also your father."

"Thank you." Dian Qingkong took the package, treated the wound briefly, and said lightly, "It won't be like this in the future."

The original owner was bullied so miserably that he didn't show up, didn't he care? Could it be that he didn't know? Dian Qingkong still sneered, he finally re-entered the world, and it wasn't because he was trampled on by those dudes.

Today's teacher is very sloppy, since he was already late when he was unconscious, Dian Qingkong didn't go at all.What's more, it is difficult for him to guarantee that he will not be scolded for being drowsy when a teacher in such a small family teaches.

So Dian Qingkong went to the dilapidated small courtyard in his memory to wash up carefully, changed into clean old clothes, and spent a lot of time to complete the "Washing Marrow Sutra" that he had used many years ago from the depths of the sea of ​​memory. Fished out all over the place.

The original owner Fu Sheng's aptitude is really mediocre, and the resources are pitifully scarce, so even if he is very diligent and hardworking, he will get twice the result with twice the effort, and he will only get a glimpse of the way in the process of cultivation.Even if it's just for himself, Dian Qingkong must lead the starlight to cleanse his marrow, not to mention not occupying the other party's body in vain and getting too much karma.

Afterwards, an unexpected visitor unexpectedly came to this small courtyard that few people visited, and Dian Qingkong had to face the half-brother of the original owner Fusheng---a frequent visitor.

Seeing the other party's unfriendly eyes, Dian Qingkong said coldly: "Didn't your parents teach you that knocking on the door is a basic courtesy?"

The regular customer's haughty expression froze, in order not to meet this younger brother and avoid being entangled, so every time he gave monthly money, he picked the time when the other party was in class, and he got used to it after breaking into private houses a few times.It's a pity that he didn't know that Fu Sheng's body had changed into a soul, so that the scene after meeting him was quite different from what he had imagined.

Poor talent and not working hard.The contempt and disdain in the regular customers' eyes was not concealed at all.

Unwilling to stay longer, the regular customers put down their things casually, turned around and left without saying a word.

Behind him, Dian Qingkong grinned and sneered: "Who is he pretending to be kind to? Isn't the price of a night of indulgence your family should bear?"

Fusheng is the product of a one-night stand, and this matter is an eternal sore point for both the regular customer and his mother.With a pause in his footsteps, the regular customer clenched his five fingers into fists and glared at Dian Qingkong angrily.

He thought that the cowardly latter would shrink back and even tremble.The fact is that Dian Qingkong smiled sweetly and said strangely: "Go slowly, brother regular customer."

After the frequent customers who were so disgusted and left in a panic, the smile on Dian Qingkong's face faded in an instant, and he snorted dissatisfiedly.Tonight is different from the past, in the past it was as difficult as the road to Shu for him to call others "brother", and it was as difficult as going to the blue sky.

But once called, he will trust the other party wholeheartedly.

That's why he was sealed in the Taihang Mountains.

Dian Qingkong's heart has rippled for the first time ever since he borrowed his body to return to the world.Shaking his head, Dian Qingkong decided to go to the yard to meditate first, and when the stars appeared, he would directly use the starlight to wash his marrow.

As night falls, the silver moon hangs high, the stars are dotted with stars, the moon is shining like practice, and the stars are shining like water.

The star that is always in the north is the brightest, and this Polaris has guided the direction for countless wanderers and disciples of the star-chasing building.Dian Qingkong knew it because he was also a disciple of Zhaixing Tower. There is a majestic and magnificent North Pole Tower in Zhaixingzong. The person who sealed him should be retreating on the top floor at this moment.

After running the "Marrow Washing Sutra" for several weeks, the elegant starlight in the sky is gradually divided into silver lines that are difficult to detect with the naked eye, and every inch of the skin in the clear sky with eyes closed and meditating is exhausted.If there is a person who seals the king, you can see that Dian Qingkong has almost become a cocoon in the shape of a human.

But Dian Qingkong is not satisfied, you must know that as the first genius in Zhaixinglou for thousands of years, he was dressed in starlight when he was cleansing his body, almost equal to Haoyue.

The stars move, time is like water. There are particles of dirt seeping out of the skin bit by bit, gradually increasing, as if the dirt like the flood of the embankment is not inferior to the starlight before, tyrannically wrapping the clear sky tightly.Not only did the clothes stick to the body, the refreshment after bathing was lost, but there was also a pungent stench.

The dirt washed out overnight is actually more than the last time!

"Ugh!" Dian Qingkong, who couldn't take it anymore, rushed back to the house to wash again.

……

the next day.

The Chang family's school was as noisy and undisciplined as ever, but after an old man with gray temples and wrinkled face entered the door, the students who were in a group of each other immediately dispersed like birds and beasts, and after a few breaths, you could hear a needle drop.

Everyone in the Chang family knows that this old man who often wears a long gown and a gown is named Chang Shan. He is not only a famous old scholar, but also a famous old stubborn.

Pedantic and dull, abide by stereotypes, and have a violent temper.Adults always comment in a smoky tone, of course behind their backs.

He is one of the most senior people in the clan, no one dares to disrespect him even if his strength is a little weak.Similarly, no student dares to skip his class.

"Chang Chuan." Chang Shan started a routine roll call.

"Here!" One person stood up and answered.

"Chang Wen."

"arrive!"

……

"Floating life."

No one echoed.

"Fusheng" Chang Shan frowned and shouted again, looking around.

"It's really rare for that bitch to be late." Chang Chuan sighed in a low voice.

Chang Wen was a little worried: "It can't be that we hit him too hard and beat him to a disability."

"How is it possible? Someone saw him limping towards the pharmacy yesterday."

"What are you afraid of, he is a cheap and motherless, who will stand up for him?"

With that said, everyone stopped worrying immediately.Seeing that Chang Shan's face was getting darker and darker than coal, he gloated and talked about how Fu Sheng, a good model student, would be bloody when he bumped into Chang Shan who was not allowed to enter.

As everyone expected, Dian Qingkong appeared, with an undisguised sleepiness on his face.

Last night he spent the whole night washing his marrow and taking a bath, and he didn't have time to sleep until the sun rose and the moon set. His cultivation base of the first glimpse of the door was too weak, so that the mental and physical load was too small.

Although the current weakness is exactly what Dian Qingkong wants, but if the original owner is not too weak, he can go directly to the Luoyun Mountains to unseal the body today.

But if Fusheng had that level of cultivation, he wouldn't be able to forcibly confiscate the opponent's body with his strand of king soul.

In this way, Dian Qingkong was relieved.Moreover, he has not yet figured out how to face the past.

Closer to home, Dian Qingkong, who was late, lowered his head and explained: "Last night, the student was thinking hard about the Ziqi Huading that the teacher explained. He seemed to have realized something and practiced hard all night, so that he fell asleep in the morning and missed the hour."

"Oh?" Chang Shan's expression slowed down, he had preconceived the image of Fu Sheng's hard work in the past, so he didn't doubt it.

The ancestors of the second generation waited for the good show, but did not dare to interrupt rashly.

Dian Qingkong's breath was stagnant, she bit her thin lips lightly, her hands behind her back grabbed her clothes, she looked extremely nervous, and said, "Now... now?"

Chang Shan frowned: "What's your problem?"

The ancestors of the second generation beamed with joy, as if they realized something, they turned their playful eyes full of doubts and contempt to Dian Qingkong, and even sneered with some unknown meaning.

Chang Shan's thick eyebrows tightened a bit, but he didn't say or do anything.

Dian Qingkong was dripping with sweat, wet his clothes and the hair on his forehead, clenched his fists with five fingers, gritted his teeth and said weakly: "Okay."

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