Roaming through the world of Doraemon

Ye Tiancheng turned around and asked, "I don't know what 'knocking on the door' means?"

He smiled and said, as always, "I'm looking for someone."

"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?" Ye Tiancheng wanted to know if there was anyone in this family you knew. Who knew the next question would leave him in the fog of uncertainty.

“If you can’t find anyone else, you’ll be looking for yourself.” The old way ended with a smile. “Huh? Looking for me!? I don’t think we know each other, right?” Ye Tiancheng muttered to himself. You smiled. Can you give me a reason?

“You must be wondering why I’ve come to you, because you have connections with the poor.” Just then, he was interrupted by a muttered whisper. The little girl behind Old Road lowered her head shyly.

Ye Tiancheng looked at the little girl, then at the same old girl, and thought: 'I understand. They don't eat, so they come to beg for food. They see I'm not an adult [twenty years old], so they plan to have a meal with me. That must be it.' "I figured it out, and I immediately made up my mind."

“Okay, are you hungry? If you are, just say so. Why beat around the bush? I’ll go get you something to eat.” He went straight to the kitchen. There were four eyes between the old man and the young man. “He thinks we’re beggars,” the little girl said lazily to the old man.

"It's not your stomach that doesn't fight; you'll scream sooner or later. You scream when I talk. Haven't you eaten?" Old-fashioned straight mustache. The little girl no longer liked it. "You're the one who won't let me eat." You two hit the nail on the head.

Just then, Ye Tiancheng came over with two steamed buns and stuffed them into the girl's hands. "Eat quickly, the weather is still warm. I need to study. Don't stay with me." With that, he closed the door and went into his room. Outside, Old Lu hurriedly called out, "Kid, do you really think Master Dao is a beggar?"

Then I'll say something you can believe. Your surname is Yang Mingchen. You are sixteen years old. You lost your father when you were eight and have been raised by your mother... This scientific research topic is fraught with difficulties.

Ye Tiancheng found this hilarious. "You think you're immortal? Or did something go wrong and I got kicked in the head by a donkey? I'm not paying attention anymore. I'm going back to my room to study."

"Do you see? Chunyang's body, your hope for recovery. Without this person, your body would be hard to find. However, this son is destined to become a Confucian, and it will be difficult for outsiders to intervene. What do you think, Fairy?" The old man brushed away his beard and said solemnly.

“I know what to do. Thank you for your advice. But before that, can I have a proper meal?” The girl looked at the Taoist priest expectantly. “Hmm. But you have a terrible appetite. I’m afraid you’ll overeat this time. Let’s have some pastries at the teahouse. Take your time.” The thought of the money to be spent made the old man’s mouth ache.

While they were having snacks at the teahouse, they talked about a pot of tea. The old man asked, "What can I do for you? Tell me now." The girl thought for a moment and said, "I want to grow up quickly, so, son of Qingyang, I'll lend you ten years' worth of merit first."

"Hmm, really? My old man can't stand it, let's go somewhere else." Qingyangzi, who had listened to Yuan Gong for ten years, was startled and waved her hand. Seeing that her son Qingyang refused, the girl took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and suddenly raised her head and said, "I want to study Confucianism, but I can't do it now."

Chapter 277 Borrowing a Corpse

Do you have a better idea?

“There’s no way around it, it just depends on whether you’re willing to do it. Come with me.” Then he stood up and went downstairs to the outskirts. In the wilderness, people were thinning out. The two men came to a cemetery.

"Do you see that new grave?" Qingyangzi pointed to a new grave five feet away and said, "The man who had several thousand yuan outside the city just died. If you don't mind, you can borrow it."

“This is about borrowing a corpse. Thanks to what you’ve come up with, I think you have a good idea. No wonder you said something before,” the girl said to Qingyang’s son, she wasn’t so angry anymore.

"Ah, fairy, please allow me to explain. This woman died young, a tragedy of a white-haired person burying a black-haired one. This woman made you who you are, and you have done filial piety for her. You could say that you have done the best and most immeasurable service in both worlds." Qingyangzi said with a loud laugh.

"Qingyangzi! You're really strong. Fine, I'll settle the score with you later." The girl said angrily, shaking her body and turning it into a shimmering ball that rose into the air.

"The wind and clouds changed color, and purple lightning entered." With the summons of the lights, the entire sky suddenly became overcast, thunder rumbled, and a bolt of purple lightning struck the new tomb below. With a deafening roar, a cracking sound was heard, and then damp earth, along with the remains of the coffin, swirled in the air.

Looking down, in the open coffin lay a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with fair skin, a rosy face, a fresh and beautiful face, and a medium build and a delicate figure—she could be described as a handsome man.

"Better than I expected, at least not ugly." Without further hesitation, the ball quickly entered the girl's body. After a few breaths, the girl's eyelids slowly opened.

She began to try to sit up slowly. Suddenly, my hand was covered by a "whoosh" sound as I coughed up blood. "I can't believe I'm so badly injured! No wonder my condition was so critical. My son in Qingyang brought the medicine to the south."

“I’m ready.” Qingyangzi handed over the pill and took out a water pouch. “Let me help you.” After that, he raised his arm and placed it on the girl’s shoulder. A pure soul flowed into the girl’s body.

Ah. After a while, I heard a soft groan. Qingyangzi slowly withdrew her arm and asked, "How was it?"

“I’m fine. Thank you. It’s late. It’s time to take me home. Do you know what to do with your family?” The girl looked at Qingyang’s son suspiciously. “No problem, leave it to me, let’s go.” The two drove into the city.

At dusk, someone knocked on the door.

"Are you really Xue'er? Daughter, you can't let go of anything. Tell your mother, and I will definitely help you fulfill your wish. Reincarnate quickly, and don't fall in love with our family, or you'll become a lonely ghost." The old woman sobbed from inside the door. She was poor for over fifty years, rarely had a daughter, and her life was short. While playing, I accidentally fell into the building and died.

"Mom. That's what I call Xue'er. I'm not dead. Am I still alive? Mom, please open the door!" Since Xue Di wouldn't open the door, she had no choice but to beg. She looked back and stared fiercely at the person not far away, just like Qing Yangzi, who was watching a spectacle. Suddenly feeling a chill, Qing Yangzi quickly wiped the smile off her face, coughed, and shouted, "Hmph, you audacious brat, don't go to the dark cycle of reincarnation, daring to disturb people so recklessly!"

All information in Chapter 278

I will wait for my teacher to provoke you. The spirit of heaven, the spirit of earth, are too high for the teacher to display the Holy Spirit, and the lonely soul, the wild ghost, cannot maintain its form, and is as hurried as the law. "I don't know where to take out a small bell, which dances and jingles."

"Alright, the ghost has been taken away by its master. Don't be afraid, open the door." Qingyang's son said, putting away the bell. Hearing that the female ghost had been subdued, the person inside repeatedly asked to confirm, trembling as they pulled out the door latch and poked their head out. As soon as it emerged, a jade-like hand grabbed its neck and threw it out like a sandbag. "Fuyuan, you're going to die! How dare you lock this young lady out?"

From then on, the girl's memories of this exquisite fairy-like woman revealed all the information about her family. The woman's name was "Zhi Fu Qingxue," and she was seventeen years old. Her father had just passed away last year due to illness, leaving her mother and daughter with a large family job. This year was expected to bring further misfortune. The relentless blows made the old woman's life even more difficult.

"Forgive me, Miss, this little fellow is too scared." Fu Yuan knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. The old lady was so frightened that she almost turned her back to her.

"Ah, drink up, don't be surprised, listen to the poor man's words." Qingyangzi broke the deadlock and complained about the reason. "Today, the poor man's path just happened to pass by here. Seeing the tomb, it's different. It's also because your daughter shouldn't have died. Through my miraculous hands, I saved her life, and then used a spiritual medicine to help her. Your daughter is not doing well. Congratulations."

And so, the master raised his hand and twisted his beard. Upon hearing this, the old woman burst into tears, hurriedly embracing her daughter with trembling hands, looking at her over and over again.

Before they knew it, it was exam day. After checks, thousands of students entered the examination hall, received their exam numbers, and went to the corresponding rooms indicated on their license plates. Then, the examiners issued a paper and locked the door. The exam time was limited to incense burning.

Ye Tiancheng sat in a laboratory in the backyard. According to his eyes, there were four characters on the exam paper—the four characters from his eyes, the four characters for wind, snow, and moon. Ye Tiancheng pondered, doubted, and trembled with fear. Was this a coincidence? "Is there really a fairy in this world? Who can help me answer my dreams?" So many questions! He quickly answered the exam paper and handed it in.

When I was feeling down, I suddenly heard someone shout, "Fortune telling, free!" The unexpected voice touched my heart. This was the same old method I used that day, following the voice. Ye Tiancheng hurriedly came forward to welcome me. "Xianchang, things have been rather quiet these past few days, I hope you've been understanding." After that, he saluted me.

"I believe," Qingyang's son smiled. "The fairy truly is a person of God. I have many questions in my heart, and I hope the fairy can answer them and resolve my confusion." Ye Tiancheng then presented another gift. "This is not the place to talk. Let's find a quiet place to talk," Qingyangzi said, glancing at the teahouse not far away.

Ye Tiancheng slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "I'm so stupid, sir." Then they strolled into the teahouse. "Secondly, we need an elegant room." The waiter hurriedly said, "Very well, please come upstairs, gentlemen." He led the way before stopping.

The two sat down, ordered a pot of Longjing tea and two servings of pastries. Qingyangzi took a sip of the Longjing tea and looked at Ye Tiancheng. "You must be wondering why I'm looking for you, right?" To be honest, little brother, your body is different from ordinary people; it's a rare, pure Sun Saint Body, and there's hope for the future.

I'll do it.

Chapter 279 World Security

I'm asking you because I hope you can do me a favor in the future. For you, it's just a simple matter of raising your hand. Ye Tiancheng asked, "I don't know what I can do for you."

“A friend of mine is trapped by metaphysics. When you succeed in your studies, I hope you can save them. This matter concerns the safety of the world, and I hope we won’t have to say goodbye.” Qingyangzi looked at Ye Tiancheng earnestly.

"I did my best and fulfilled my responsibilities," Ye Tiancheng stated clearly. Qing Yangzi continued, "Do you have any questions? Ask now."

Without hesitation, Ye Tiancheng said, "Yes, I've been troubled by a dream for many years." He then began to describe the dream: "The stars in the sky are all bright, and two streams above the ninth heaven chase and collide with each other, bursting forth with bright light. But in the near future, these two are fighting to the very end."

One man, Qi Yuxuan, favored the Twin Dragons Top, wielding two gleaming swords. The other was equally extraordinary, handsome in a jade crown, wielding a trident whose every swing seemed capable of destroying the sky and earth, an unstoppable force. The two fought for a long time, but the one with the two swords was eventually defeated. At this point, Ye Tiancheng could no longer recall anything.

After listening to Ye Tiancheng's description, Qingyang's son twisted his beard and thought for a moment. "Xianchang, are you listening?" Ye Tiancheng's crying interrupted him, and Qingyang's son came back to his mind.

"Excuse me, I went down a bit." I think I've heard of those two people you mentioned somewhere. Oh, by the way, I have a book that records the past, which might be helpful to you. You can take a look. "Okay," I said, taking a yellow book from my arm and handing it to Ye Tiancheng.

Upon receiving the book, I felt a heavy weight. The title, "Chronicles of the Divine Land," was written in a seal-like script. Opening the book and examining it closely, when you reached page 13, Ye Tiancheng no longer refused it. The characters on that page were remarkably similar to the figures in his dream. The weapon wielded by "Yu Canglong" was his mother's Twin Dragon Swords.

Martial Arts: A formula for determining the situation. The arrogant Twin Dragon Slash. Publicity: Purple Dragon is really angry. Yin-Yang Sword Qi Formula. Bai Liu returned to the clan. Familiar names lingered in their minds. Ye Tiancheng just felt a slight headache, but he couldn't remember anything.

Qing Yangzi glanced at his words and figured he should have guessed what he'd done. To further confirm his guess, he reached out and put his wrist on Ye Tiancheng's. "Hmm! - How is this possible?"

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His face was filled with surprise as he looked at Ye Tiancheng. "Young man, your Yang meridians are understandable, but your Yin meridians are blocked, as if they have been severely damaged. Your memories are chaotic, which shouldn't be a natural cycle of reincarnation. I think you must have been harmed by your primordial spirit. Your past life was not easy."

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"That's it. I was just reincarnated, simply so I could live this life peacefully, I have no other requests. Well, since it's all in the past, let it go with the wind. Thank you, Mr. Xi'an, you answered your question." I understand my past. Ye Tiancheng calmed down and said.

“Your mindset is good. It’s just that people don’t get tainted by red dust; red dust will stain itself. I’m afraid it’s not as simple as you think.” Qingyangzi shook her head and sighed. “Why do you believe you’ve been reincarnated here?” This new question stopped Ye Tiancheng. Ye Tiancheng looked at Qingyangzi with a puzzled expression and said, “This humble one doesn’t know; please grant me your long hair, Fairy.”

Qingyangzi took a sip of tea and said, "This is just my guess. I suspect your enemy is still alive." (When I heard the door open.)

Chapter 280 is very similar

When I came across your description, I was reminded of someone. This person was known as the "Emperor of the Five Guardians," one of the masters of the Five Elements Divine Path. He was ranked 12th on this list. His physical characteristics are very similar to what you described.

You are here because the devil fears one of the four Confucian incarnations, which is why you are safe here. But if you ever leave, he will kill and rob you. Therefore, before leaving Da Xuan, you must do everything in your power to repair your Yin channels and learn to destroy God. Your path will not be peaceful.

Ye Tiancheng was shocked to hear this news. It was easy to say, but how to do it was completely incomprehensible. I could only consult the person in front of me again. "I also want to ask the fairy director to point out the maze, and the little boy's gratitude to you is not enough."

“Don’t worry, I have a plan, but I didn’t expect things to get so complicated. Well, I’ve already gotten someone interested in Rumen; she’ll do everything she can to help you. It’s just that you usually have to work hard alone.” Next, I told Ye Tiancheng that I wanted to pay Xue back. Ye Tiancheng thanked me repeatedly.

Then the two talked about many things. From the Four Gentlemen of Confucianism to the figures of the Six Schools of Xuanzong, they did not get up to leave until dusk. "If you have any questions, you can find her. It's really inconvenient, or you can come directly to me. I'm in a mountain temple outside the city."

Ye Tiancheng repeatedly sent his son from Qingyang away. That's when I went home. Aunt Qin had already prepared a good meal, waiting for her son to return; there were also sounds of shushing and huddling for warmth.

In other words, Qingyangzi wanted to return to the temple on the mountain to rest. Just as he was at the foot of the mountain, a sudden gust of cold wind came. I saw a person holding a knife stop ten feet in front of me. Looking at him from a distance, I could feel the imposing cold glint of the blade, as if a long killing machine had been completely exposed.

The setting sun shone late into the pine forest, where thousands of families smoked. (.) Although the scenery was beautiful, it wasn't appreciated with care. A bad star appeared on the road, and Qingyangzi looked up at the sky and sighed, "Oh, I'm dead." Then he stroked his beard and closed his eyes.

Before you, the knife is pointed directly at the other, pressing down with each step. "On the next Seven Star Blade. Take the money, eliminate disaster for others. All misfortune comes from power. Blame it on your interference, accept your life." Then, with steps like shooting stars, the blade flashes like a rainbow, a powerful attack...

Qingyang's son insisted on closing his eyes, not flinching, seemingly giving up resistance and surrendering to death. A fierce knife fell before his head as he breathed heavily. In the midst of a close call, suddenly a silver spear was pressed against his forehead; a crisp sound rang out, and a powerful knife was easily drawn. He raised his hand and retaliated with the knife.

Qingyang's son opened his eyes, cried out in alarm, and pulled a handkerchief from his arm to wipe his sweat. I saw the gun's owner walk along the corpse. People were dressed in green, beautiful in appearance, and calm in expression. To repay the snow.

“You haven’t been here long; this old man will be back home soon,” he said, smiling at Xue. “Come on, you can easily take your life; you’ll have lived for five or six hundred years in vain,” Fu Qingxue laughed. Then he turned to look at the murderer behind him. That knife was truly unusual; not everyone could stop it.

Seeing his master's help, Qi Xingdao realized he couldn't obtain the knowledge of love, and no longer dared to shoot recklessly. He sheathed his accumulated blades, turned to retreat, but was blocked by Xue's first step. "Do you want to leave? Stay." If you've gathered your spear, you'll have to go find your old friend.

Chapter 281 Useful Information

“That’s it. Let him go. He was just a worker, he didn’t leave any useful information. Besides, I already know who gave him the orders.” Qingyang’s son waved his hand to release him. Clear the snow, step on your feet. “Hmm, a woman’s mercy.” Nothing has happened now. The spear in his hand is gone. Watching the murderer leave, he slowly approached Qingyangzi. “Fine, you bad guy, you good guy, if you do this, then I’m the bad guy.”

Qingyangzi smiled, "It's because you killed too many people that you'll face that ice disaster." Beihaijiao did this to make you repent for your mistakes. Who knew he would die unexpectedly later, so the formation couldn't break. This is what you were destined to do.

Hearing that name, the snow-like energy in his heart surged with rage, his clothes snapping wildly. "Don't even think about mentioning him! Fine, if I find his reincarnation, I'll make sure he looks good."

"Okay, stop talking, how about that?" Seeing Xue's burning anger, Qingyangzi quickly changed the subject. Xue's anger subsided, and she gently stroked her hair. "Okay. You're very good at this. You can even get a suggestion. By the way, what's wrong?"

Qingyangzi proudly said, "How could this little thing escape my eyes?" He got it. Well, everything went smoothly here, but an accident happened. Things became complicated.

Ye Tiancheng, this man has a lot of history. We still need a master's office for this matter. We talked as we walked. Then, he detailed Ye Tiancheng's story in the teahouse, "Oh, Jade Azure Dragon! It's surprising that these five legends are as famous as the five legends. I felt I was unfortunate enough. I didn't expect it to be worse than mine." Fu Qingxue sighed after listening.

The two men entered the temple. Qingyangzi walked to the dining table, wiped away the dust, and swept away the incense ash. Then he took out paper and pen from his chest, placed them on the table, touched them with cinnabar, and then flicked the pen away.

The book was suddenly closed. Then, he silently recited a spell, picked up the letter, threw it into the air, and the letter turned into a white dove, which gently flew away.

At this moment, far outside the emperor's study, two people were engaged in a heated debate. One man, dressed in a dragon robe, exuded an angry pride; this was the holy emperor of the day. The other was dressed in brocade robes, wearing a Confucian scholar's attire.

From their conversation, he learned that this person was one of the masters of Fengming Academy and a famous Confucian scholar, while the first person on the stage was the person in charge of Jin Jiangliu.

“How can you change your military rank so easily? It might be unfair for the emperor to do this.” Ruoyi’s words were somewhat dissatisfied. “If a person is not a saint, then I am the emperor, but in the end, I am just a mortal. My love for my son is a result of my love for my son.”

Although I am an emperor, I am ultimately only a mortal. I truly do not wish to see my descendants fight for the throne, so I wish to use this opportunity to temper them and strengthen their brotherhood, and I hope this gentleman will understand. "The Holy Emperor explained, "Oh, that's all. I will make other arrangements for this matter. I must go, for there is so much to be done."