The God-sent Koi of Quick Transmigration

The gloomy sky is pale, and the goose-feather-like snow falls from the sky, turning the whole mountain into white. The gray sky and the white snow forest form a picture, which makes people's eyes hurt.

Under the mountains, there is a small village called Songjia Village. There are thirty or forty households in the upper and lower floors. There are no more than 150 people, men, women and children in the village. More than ten miles away from this village is a small town. , compared to this Songjia Village, it is much more prosperous.

At the end of the village, there is a big banyan tree covered with snow, under which there is a blue-gray brick house, and the sound of reading is coming from inside.

"Learning and practicing it from time to time, it's not easy to say; it's a joy to have friends coming from afar..."

In this cold winter, the sound of children reading aloud dilutes the coldness of the sky and makes the falling snow more vivid.

In the brick house, the stove was burning hot, but it couldn't stop the gusts of cold air.

There are more than 20 children sitting here, both boys and girls, ranging from five or six years old to eleven or twelve years old. After all, it is in a small village. Or there is only one teacher in the entire Songjia Village, so there is no special division of classes according to age.

Among the children, a thin young man stood holding a book. He read a sentence, and the children followed suit.

This young man is not very old, about ten years old, but he is very thin. Even wearing a heavy cotton coat in winter, he is not bloated at all. Even through the clothes, the man's body can be clearly seen Slender waistline.

This person is Bai Jinmo.

His voice was cold, with a touch of sickness: "The meaning of this article just now is to tell us that after learning it, and then reviewing it according to a certain time, isn't it also happy? There are like-minded people coming from afar, no Are you happy..."

Even though he doesn't look majestic, the children sitting below are very obedient. They like this teacher who teaches.

After reading the first paragraph of this article with the children, and explaining it, Bai Jinmo looked at the sky outside, covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said, "Ahem, today's lecture is over. Come back and eat."

"Yes!" As soon as the children heard this, they began to pack their things and prepare to go home, not forgetting to say goodbye to their wives.

"Goodbye, sir!"

Bai Jinmo answered one by one, standing at the door of the brick house, watching the children gradually disappear into the snow.

Although these children are not very old, there is only such a direct road in the whole village, so there is no danger of getting lost, and the children in the village are already in charge of their homes, let alone going home by themselves, just go up to the mountains in spring to collect flowers. Wild fruits and wild vegetables are just walking with three or two partners, no adults are needed at all.

After locking the brick room specially used for lectures, Bai Jinmo tightened the fluffy short cape on his shoulders, and walked towards the smaller brick room at the other end.

At this time, apart from a snow-covered banyan tree, there was only a thin and pale young man in the small courtyard.

This is the third world in which he cultivated his mind. In this world, the character replaced by Bai Jinmo is named Wen Mo.

In Songjia Village, Wen Mo's father was a frail scholar who couldn't carry it on his shoulders or hands. He moved here 15 years ago. As a teacher in Songjia Village, it is enough to support myself and my children.

Wen's father passed away two years ago, and the job of teacher fell on Wen Mo.

Wen Mo, on the other hand, was a weak and sickly child. He hadn't played with kites a few times when he was young, and he drank all kinds of traditional Chinese medicine.

Bai Jinmo came three nights ago. At that time, Wen Mo was suffering from a high fever. For some reason, he didn't make it through, and died directly. And if Bai Jinmo wants to live and work in this world, he must have someone who is similar to his soul. Compatible body, and this Wen Mo is the only one in this small world.

In this regard, Bai Jinmo had no choice but to use the power of his own soul to give life to this body again, but correspondingly, he also paid the price - he was weak and sick but would not die of illness at will, which caused Bai Jinmo to experience this kind of pain all the time. Sick and aggrieved, and the sequelae of using the Xiaoxian technique is no longer hungry, but a cold and fever.

"Ugh."

Bai Jinmo, who was wrapped in a quilt and warmed by the fire, sighed quietly, looking at the rice porridge boiling on the stove, his face was full of sadness.

Afterwards, Bai Jinmo checked the fate of the original body again.

In the original world, Wen Mo was an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary. He had no connection with the pillars of the world. He was a teacher who lived in Songjia Village all his life. He just became a doctor after a long illness. Once he went to the mountains to collect herbs. However, he slipped and fell off the cliff, and was less than 30 years old when he died.

And Wen Mo's wish is to live past 60 years old. In this ancient world, 60 years old is considered a long life.

But Bai Jinmo came, as long as he lived honestly with Wen Mo's body and didn't get involved in any troubles, then with the blessing of the spirit, it wouldn't be a problem for the weak to live to a hundred years old.

In other words, in this world, all Bai Jinmo needs to do is to live.

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