So What If You've Been Reborn?

Empty valleys and secluded forests, deep mountains and birdsong.

Chen He squatted on the ground, using a slightly sharp piece of stone as a tool, and began to dig a hole seriously.

He didn't use spiritual power and didn't take any tricks, so he dug down the soil where the phoenix bamboo clump used to be, then broke off a lot of bamboo leaves and branches and threw them into the pit, preparing to cover it with the ashes from the bonfire.

"fire…"

Chen He held back for a long time, but Shi Zhonghuo, who was sleeping in his dantian, remained motionless.

"This guy, what's the use of it!" Chen He thought angrily.

In the barren mountains and wild places, he has no fire books, let alone learned magic and supernatural powers, where can he find fire?

When Chen Ho was 17 years old, he could only say that he had three days of memory. He secretly regretted that his senior brother had fed him so much that he opened his mouth and stretched out his hands. He didn't even eat hard food, let alone light a fire.

The empowerment method is not a panacea, because the empowerment method is not responsible for imparting experience, and many people know how to make a fire, but they are still half-choked by the smoke when they try it for the first time in the wild.

"Senior brother, why didn't you think of teaching me a flame palm or something?" Chen He muttered.

It is said that Buddhism in the Western Regions has a lot of thaumaturgy, and the flame knife and blazing palm sound majestic. I don't know how practical it is in fighting, but at least it can light a fire.

"It's so sealed that it can't be used at all?" Chen Ho tried again unwillingly.

The sleeping Shi Zhonghuo probably sensed the restlessness of the master, and moved slightly, "Chick."

A ray of flame emerged from Chen He's fingertips and ignited the bamboo leaves.

The flames immediately rose several feet high and burned blazingly in the earth pit - the benefit of the true fire of Samadhi, it ignites immediately, without tossing, even if it is damp wood, it can burn well.Of course, in order to prevent the black smoke from attracting attention, Chen He broke off only dry bamboo leaves and relatively thin branches.

Seeing that the fire was completely burned, and the fire tended to spread, Chen He waved decisively.

The flame was immediately pulled over like lotus roots, and returned to the dantian with the flow of spiritual power. From Chen He's point of view, Shi Zhonghuo shrunk into a very small ball like a lazy snoring, and a bubble popped out , followed by sucking it back.

The temperature in the pit immediately dropped.

Piles of ash covered the pit, and Chen He clapped his hands in satisfaction, allowing the ashes to spread out naturally.

Immediately following him, he stomped heavily and pushed the bamboo forest to the two sides, pretending to be a mortal trekking deep in the mountains, wading across a stream, leaving the water source at night, and returning to the stream during the day.

Beside the mountain stream at the end of the bamboo forest, there are footprints of wild beasts, and it is impossible to track them carefully.

Chen Ho was so busy for an hour before he was satisfied to cross the mountain stream, jump down the deep valley, step across the vast expanse of bamboo sea in the wind, and rush to a distant cliff.

After making sure that he didn't leave any traces behind, Chen He carefully pushed aside the falling vines, and got into a slightly narrow cave, where the black python that used to live was huddled in a corner. When he heard the sound, he raised his head alertly, and saw that it was Chen He. Afterwards, it trembled subconsciously, and continued to bury its head in the coiled circle of its body as if it did not exist.

Shi Feng sat in the air without touching the ground, with his hands on his knees.

The right leg did not sit cross-legged, but pressed on the left foot, and then hung down naturally. The outer robe was bright red like blood, and the air flow was surging all over his body, but it was only limited to Shi Feng's radius of half a zhang. Standing outside the circle, Chen Ho couldn't feel the slightest Spiritual power fluctuates.

The true essence that contained fire in wood was like a flame burning around Shi Feng's side.

The long hair was scattered, and from time to time due to the slight agitation of the true essence, it flew backwards, revealing Shi Feng's ears, temples and brows.

Chen He stared closely at Shi Feng's left forehead, there were three small red moles there - Shi Feng had been covering it with his hair before, and he had never seen it before.

Involuntarily reaching out to touch the tip of his brow, Chen He became suspicious of his record for the first time.

Senior brother also has a red mole on his left temple, why didn't he mention it?Never found out?

Why does the senior brother also have it? Could it be that the senior brother and himself are blood relatives?

The matter of the Chen family in Yunzhou is not true. He doesn't have such a crazy cousin, nor does he have his second aunt who murdered him for the family property, nor does he have relatives who don't care about him.The senior brother is his blood relative, and the memories in the jade ball are all fake!

Chen He's hands hanging by his side tightened and loosened. Finally, he lowered his head and walked to the entrance of the cave. Looking out from the gaps in the dense vines, the sky was about to rise and the clouds cleared away.

He picked up the jade ball with his fingers, and stuffed it solemnly into his bosom.

——He is no longer a three-year-old child. Knowing that the world is not his own wishful thinking, he can become that way.

Brother will not lie to him.

The red mole was just a coincidence, he was just that idiot of the Chen family who was lost and nobody wanted.

Chen He spent another long night. He was in the Chifeng Desert the night before, and he was also nervously guarding his senior brother in the early morning.He was fascinated to wonder if the cover-up he arranged during the busy hours last night was effective. The group of private salt dealers let him know that lying must be perfect, no matter how good the words are, they are not as effective as carefully prepared details.

Snow Mountain Master, Liang Qianshan.

Chen He poured spiritual power into his fingertips, and wrote on a hollow bamboo.

At the beginning, it was crooked due to lack of proficiency, but after getting a feel for the strength, the characters became well-proportioned, and the strokes flowed smoothly, even revealing the unhappiness that hit the face.

Afterwards, Chen He wrote three words, Polymerism.

After hesitating for a long time, Chen He still didn't write the Beixuan Secret Treasure - he had to consider the possibility of things falling into other people's hands. The bamboo tube was not a beryl ball refined by his senior brother, and he could distinguish spiritual power.

Probe to write down the Beixuan faction inside the bamboo tube, and draw a graffiti of meat buns on the back as a reminder.

Just as Chen He was thinking about how to leave more hints in a cryptic manner, Shi Feng's aura changed behind him, all the gray-white true energy was gathered, and his long hair slowly fell on his shoulders.

Chen He frantically stuffed the bamboo tube into his sleeve, but after thinking about it, he felt unsafe, so he pulled it out and inserted it into the side of his belt, and then covered it with the sleeve, it was not too obvious.

His eyes opened, his right foot stepped on the ground, and the whole cave trembled slightly. Shi Feng had already finished his work, and he could see the appearance of his junior hiding things in a panic at a glance.

There is dew on the hair, and the shoes are stained with mud and bamboo leaves. They must have sneaked out to cover their tracks.

Shi Feng smiled unconsciously, stretched out his hand, and the bamboo tube that Chen He had hidden flew towards him automatically.

"Ah!" Chen He stood there annoyed.

His fingers stroked the notch on the bamboo tube, and Shi Feng's smile disappeared. He looked up at Chen He, and found that his junior was avoiding his eyes and pretending to be nonchalant. Shi Feng suddenly felt indescribably suffocated.

His younger brother, trying so hard just wanted to remember what happened.Even ordinary people can easily do it, but it is a luxury for Chen Ho.

Signaling Chen He to come to him, Shi Feng took out an unused beryl ball from the mustard seed magic weapon.

Chen He's eyes lit up.

"I didn't want you to remember these disturbing things." Shi Feng touched Chen He's hair, and when he glanced at Liang Qianshan's name, his eyes were full of indifference. It has nothing to do with us anymore."

"Originally?" Chen He looked up keenly, a little at a loss because he guessed the hint, "Brother, you mean we can't go back?"

"Yes."

Chen Ho racked his brains to think, and quickly came up with the answer: "Because of the Beixuan Secret Treasure?"

"good."

Shi Feng has kept silent for many years, and when facing Liang Qianshan, he was only focused on ridiculing, but he didn't feel that he was a little hesitant to explain the complicated origin of Beixuan Mibao to his junior.

"Brother, wait a minute." Chen He took the jade ball and began to fiddle with it.

Since he didn't know when he would be able to go back, Shi Feng didn't want to see Chen Ho's ridiculous appearance with jade balls hanging on his wrists and necks in the future. He hurriedly stopped his junior and taught Chen Ho the spell of how to control the use of jade balls.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shi Feng also thought up his words, because he didn't want to talk about his past, so he was going to mention it in one sentence.

"The Beixuan Sect was very prosperous for a time. Thousands of years ago, it was the largest sect in the world, but after many catastrophes, it has declined again and again. Now only you and me are left."

Chen He blinked after hearing this, and Shi Feng was the only one left without asking what happened to the Beixuan Sect.

"In ancient times, the distinction between demon cultivators and orthodox cultivators was not clear. In the same sect, there were monsters, ghost cultivators, and the most honest alchemists.

8000 years ago, the mortal world changed dynasties, and the old and new dynasties fought endlessly. The children of the outer sects of various families joined the two sides, and finally the whole world of comprehension was involved.The two camps each promoted the Beixuan Sect and the Nanhe Sect as the leaders. After years of war, many cultivators died, and countless small sects lost their inheritance.

Their relics were taken over by the leaders of the two parties. In the end, the new dynasty supported by the Beixuan Sect won, and the Nanhe Sect was destroyed. This is the rumored Beixuan Secret Treasure! "

Chen He was stunned.

Things were even worse than he had imagined. It was called Beixuan Secret Treasure. In fact, this treasure did not belong to the Beixuan School.According to the practice in the cultivation world, after the death of a cultivator, the relics can be handed over to friends for inheritance.

Chen He has common sense of the secret technique of empowerment. He knows the catastrophic battle that swept the human world, the world of comprehension, and the heavens 8000 years ago.There are ten sects in the world without one.The Beixuan sect has mastered so many good things, it's no wonder they are not coveted!

"Finding an inheritance is not an easy task. There are relatives and distances between people, and qualifications are divided into high and low. The Beixuan Sect must first work for the close sect, and it can't be done in 800 years.

What's more, there are some sect inheritances that once killed the Beixuan sect, and they also fell into the hands of the Beixuan sect from the Nanhe sect. I also know that the Beixuan sect will not find inheritance for this kind of inheritance.

This is the problem. Those who can kill Beixuan sect people have no bad skills or spiritual treasures. If there is conclusive evidence, it will attract more doubts. People claim to be the disciples or blood descendants of dead cultivators. , came to the door to ask for the spiritual elixir, the magic weapon, the heart formula, and even the people who got the inheritance from the Beixuan sect, flipped through the ancient books, muttering that what they got was incomplete, and dubious about the saying that some magic weapons were destroyed in the war . "

Shi Feng took a deep breath with a cold expression.

The Beixuan sect is powerful, and people keep resentment and doubts in their hearts and pass them down from generation to generation. When this ancient sect loses momentum, the entire cultivation world explodes at once.

"3000 years ago, the Demon Cultivator united with the six major sects and many casual cultivators to capture the Beixuan Sect's residence, and searched everything. Finally, he used the lives of his disciples to force Lin Qingshang, the head teacher at that time, to tell the story of the Beixuan sect. The whereabouts of the secret treasure, and snatched the records and books inherited by the heads of the past generations, and because of suspicion of a secret way, burned the entire palace of the sect, and turned the residence of the Beixuan faction into rubble.

Although there was no wanton killing except for Moxiu, Lin Qingshang died a year later because of his unbearable grief and indignation, coupled with his serious injuries.His disciples could only carry the coffin, far away from the Central Plains, and came to Daxue Mountain. "

"Great Snow Mountain?" Chen Ho thought he heard it wrong.

"Yes, at that time there was no concept of heaven and earth, and Daxue Mountain once belonged to the homeless Beixuan sect."

Chen He clenched his fists and asked in a low voice, "Did those bastards get the Beixuan Secret Treasure?"

"do not know."

Shi Feng stared into the distance and said leisurely, "There are many theories about this matter. Lin Qingshang said that the secret treasure has been buried for many years. After the last headmaster who knew the secret ascended, this place was lost. He swore an oath, If this statement is half false, let his soul fly away, distract his mind and devour his body, and die without a place to bury him. This is why everyone retreats. It was spread in the cultivation world, and some people said that the six major sects had obtained secret treasures, but they just released This rumor came to fool everyone, and it was said that the one who got the treasure was Moxiu, and some people even suspected that Lin Qingshang was not dead, so they rushed to Daxue Mountain to dig a grave and open the coffin..."

The cave was quiet, only the rustling of the vines in the wind.

"In the end, no one knew the whereabouts of the treasure. Every few hundred years, there would be news of the Beixuan Secret Treasure, and countless innocent souls would be recreated."

Chen He hesitated for a while, but still asked in a low voice: "Brother, what if this time is true?"

Shi Feng looked down at him: "I don't want to take this risk, you are more important than Beixuan Mibao."