A squeamish bag can defeat a hundred [quick travel]

"Your task is to gain enough favor from Zhou Xiujin." The system said respectfully.

Ji Qing woke up in the practice room. This is a practice room made of bluestone. The bluestone is inlaid with warm jade, and the floor is covered with a thin layer of white sand. He is sitting cross-legged on the lotus flower of white jade. The fleshy little feet rested on the white jade petals, and the soles of the feet were still slightly pink.

Ji Qing was startled, looked down at the familiar exercise clothes, an unbelievable thought flooded his mind, he stood up, pushed open the blue stone door, and saw white oleanders all over the mountain, a dozing child Waking up with a start, when he looked up and saw him, he hurriedly wiped his saliva and bent down, "Mr. Qing is good."

The breeze blew on Ji Qing's white clothes, and Ji Qing looked at everything that was familiar, feeling as if she had passed away.

This is Wuyou Valley. He is the youngest disciple. When he was a child, he tested his aptitude and was found to be of the highest quality, so his parents sent him here to cultivate.

It's cultivation, not immortality.

His birth plane is an intermediate plane, and the cultivation of immortality is only available on a high-level plane.

The so-called self-cultivation is to learn the Tao and practice, to seek the true self.If it is said that cultivating immortals is walking on the ladder, and the ultimate destination is the vast sky, then cultivating the true is climbing on the mountain, reaching the highest point, and it is just a glimpse of all the small mountains on the top of the mountain.

And he is a fairy root, placed in a high-level plane, he is a rare talent for cultivating immortals in a thousand years, so when he was an adult, the main god space chose him, and the main god space gave him a great opportunity, but never asked him what he wanted to do. I don't want this opportunity.

In fact, before Ji Qing was selected by the main god space, what he wanted and thought was always very simple. He cultivated to the level of a real person in Wuyou Valley, and then went down the mountain to go home.

This is what he wanted all his life.

It's just a trick of good fortune. He was selected by the main god's space. The first plane he entered was the doomsday plane. The aura in the doomsday plane was completely polluted. He had no cultivation base, but he couldn't use it because he had no aura A lot of suffering, and finally survived by luck.

Later, he kept climbing and killing. The fairy root made him start much higher than the surrounding missionaries. He walked more smoothly and became stronger. Later, he became a space agent, and later he became the main god. The group of people at the top of the space, he finally has enough power to dominate his own life.

But he has passed thousands of years in space, and his family and teachers are long gone.

Most of his innocent heart was also stained with blood.

The master liked him the most back then, and his innocence, so he doted on him and made him the treasure of Wuyou Valley.But after thousands of years, when he returned to the Valley of No Worry, where did he find the dead body of his deceased?

So he didn't return to his birth plane, but chose to wander in various fast travel worlds.

It's just that now, going around and returning to the original starting point, Ji Qing has a premonition that in this world, he will know the true identity of that person.That person has great authority, and he can actually reset the world. The world he is in now is the plane reset by that person.

Zhou Xiujin.

His task is to gain Zhou Xiujin's favorability. The painting style of this task is different from the previous ones. Could Zhou Xiujin be that person's name?

"Master Qing, why did you come out before you put on your shoes?" The boy went to the practice room and brought a pair of white shoes, and put them in front of Ji Qing.

Ji Qing looked down at his chubby little feet, and couldn't help pinching his face with his hands. His hands were soft and smooth. Ji Qing had an ominous premonition, and he asked, "System, what should I do?" How old are you now?"

The system said in a wavy tone: "Boss, you are seven years old now."

Seven-year-old Ji Xiaopenyou: "..."

No wonder the little boy felt a little out of place just now, because the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was several heads taller than Ji Xiaopenyou, so he couldn't get along with Xiaopenyou anyway.

Ji Qing put on the shoes silently, and said in a childish voice, "Where is Master?"

"Realist Yu Yuan went down the mountain to play, and he should be back next month." The boy replied.

This little boy was a servant in charge of taking care of Ji Qing's food and daily life. He brought Ji Qing's little friend back to the Heyue Pavilion. A maid served the meals, and everyone stood and waited for Ji Qing to eat.

The beautiful lady maid peeled shrimps and picked fish bones for Ji Qing. Ji Qing ate a few mouthfuls and rubbed his belly to show that he was full.

Then the little boy sent Ji Qing back to the room with the exercise book in his hand, and advised Ji Qing to read the exercise book before going to sleep, "Master Yu Yuan will come back next month to test your homework, son. If you fail, the real person will be angry .”

Not only am I getting smaller, I also need to learn.

Ji Qing opened the exercise book calmly. After the boy closed the door and walked away, he threw the exercise book aside and asked the system who Zhou Xiujin was and where he was.

"He is from another world." The system said: "Boss, you can go to that world to find him after you open the closet in your room."

Ji Qing turned his head to look at the rosewood wardrobe in his room. He quickly jumped off the bed and walked to the wardrobe barefoot. Ji Qing opened the wardrobe, walked into it, and then closed the wardrobe door. In the darkness, , the wonderful power of space flickered, and after this power disappeared, a smell of decaying wood lingered on the tip of his nose. This was not the smell of red sandalwood, but the breath of inferior wood.

Ji Qing pushed the closet out of a slit, and through this slit, he saw an old and small room with a boy lying on his stomach on an old wooden bed.

The boy was about seven or eight years old, very thin, his upper body was bare, the shoulder blades on his back protruded frighteningly, and his lower back was full of scars from whipping.

The closet was already very old, and no matter how carefully Ji Qing pushed it, it still made an ear-piercing clicking sound.

The sound startled the boy, his eyes widened like a frightened cub, he looked up at the door, his hands tremblingly clenched.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, only the sound of the boy's breathing, and he was staring at the door, his black and white eyes had a somewhat eerie light.

"He is Zhou Xiujin." The system seemed to be affected by the tense atmosphere, and introduced in a low voice.

Ji Qing didn't do anything else, and simply pushed the closet door open. The clicking sound was even more ear-piercing. Zhou Xiujin suddenly turned around and saw Ji Qing walking out of the closet.

Ji Qing was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, with a small knot tied on his head with white silk, and stood barefoot on the concrete floor. His whole figure was like a fairy boy walking out of a painting, with red lips and white teeth, and his facial features were exquisite to the point of gorgeousness. Just standing here, It makes the surroundings show a sense of immortality.

The concrete floor was a bit rough on the feet, Ji Qing raised his fleshy little feet, looked at the sand on the feet with some grievances, then looked up at the boy on the bed, and said softly: "Little brother , the floor is dirty, I want to go to bed and sit."

Zhou Xiujin stared blankly at Ji Qing, his whole face was filled with bewilderment.

Ji Qing didn't get a response, so he climbed onto the bed very naturally. He took out a small handkerchief, wiped his little feet carefully, after wiping them clean, he raised his eyes to look at Zhou Xiujin, and frowned when he saw Ji Qing. The whole little face was also crumpled up, like a freshly baked bun.

Zhou Xiujin had too many wounds on his body. There were bruises around his wrists from being tied up, and scars from whipping all over his ribs and chest. The purple-red scars were intertwined. Scars, half a child's body is full of new and old scars, which makes people gasp when they see it.

Ji Qing pouted unhappily, looked closely at Zhou Xiujin's scar, and said in a childish voice, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Xiujin held his breath and did not speak.

Ji Qing breathed lightly, and said, "Painful Feifei~" He raised his face to look at Zhou Xiujin, Ji Qing's pupils were big and dark, and looked extraordinarily clear, "Little brother, I'll get you some when I go back." Medicine, wait here for me."

After Ji Qing finished speaking, he jumped out of the bed, walked into the closet with short legs, and closed the closet door. After waiting for two or three seconds, he returned to the Heyue Pavilion. With his little white shoes, Ji Qing, who was fully equipped, opened the door of the rosewood wardrobe again. After waiting for a while, after smelling the familiar decaying smell, Ji Qing pushed the door open and looked at Zhou Xiujin on the bed.

Zhou Xiujin still had a dazed look on his face. He stared blankly at the little fairy boy who popped out of the closet again, rubbed his eyes blankly, and thought to himself, why is this dream so realistic.

Little friend Ji Qing, who didn't know that he was being treated as a dream, took off his shoes and climbed onto Zhou Xiujin's bed. He was holding a small celadon medicine bottle in his hand. Ji Qing pulled out the jade plug, and the medicine bottle emitted the unique fragrance of Lingqing Ointment. This kind of cool medicinal fragrance has the scent of grass and trees after the rain. Ji Qing poured the Lingqing ointment into his palm and said softly, "Little brother, get down on the ground, and I will apply the medicine to you."

Zhou Xiujin didn't speak, he lay obediently on the bed, Ji Qing got a little green ointment on his fingertips, and he carefully rubbed the ointment on Zhou Xiujin's wound. It won't cause pain, but Ji Qing was a little worried, so he asked, "Little brother, will it hurt when applying the medicine?"

Zhou Xiujin felt the cold and soft touch from his back, as if gentle water was gently wrapping the wound and washing away all the painful factors. Naturally, there would be no pain. How could he feel pain in his dreams?

"It doesn't hurt." A childish voice sounded, and Ji Qing gave Zhou Xiujin the medicine with confidence, chatting with Zhou Xiujin while taking the medicine, "Little brother, what's your name?"

"Zhou Xiujin." After wiping the wound on his back, Ji Qing asked Zhou Xiujin to sit up and wipe the wound on his chest.

Zhou Xiujin could see the pink and jade-carved little fairy boy in front of him with his head down, holding the celadon medicine bottle with his small fleshy hands, pouring the ointment into his palm.Because of the posture of bowing his head, Zhou Xiujin could see the swaying little tuo on his head, and the white silk that tied his hair was embroidered with a silver flowing cloud pattern, which looked exquisite and luxurious.

After finally pouring out the ointment, Zhou Xiujin saw that the little fairy boy in front of him seemed to be in a better mood. His drooping eyelashes fluttered a few times like butterfly wings, and then he raised his eyelids to look at him. The little fairy boy said sweetly: "My name is Ji Qing."

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