Chapter 542: Time City
Also confess? Song wood?
This is the third time I have been mistaken. The first time was the bamboo shoot hidden in the treasure of the ‘Seven-Life of the Lord’s House.’ Not only did he admit himself, but he also gave himself a stick.
The second time, when I entered the memory of my ‘mysterious island’, I saw the little white dragon in the underground burial chamber of the chrysanthemum pig. Xiao Bailong also gave himself a blow, and he also admitted the wrong person.
Now, the owner of the Bishuige in front of him has mistakenly recognized himself as someone else.
Song Shuhang looked directly at the black-haired lazy woman: "Predecessor... Who is Song Wood?"
Is it the reincarnation of a monk in ancient times?
"Song Wood." The black-haired lazy woman looked up and lay in the rocking chair. It seemed to fall into meditation: "That was a friend of mine for a long time, a long time ago. The relationship is OK. Now, I don't know how many years have passed. I don't know if he is still alive... I haven't seen him for a long time."
"Predecessors, am I his reincarnation?" Song Shuhang asked the question he most wanted to know.
Although it has not been touched, the monks do have a reincarnation. As long as they are not dead in the ‘day robbery’ or are destroyed by their opponents, the monks have the opportunity to enter the reincarnation.
"Well, ah Only this is impossible." The black-haired woman lay back and looked up at Song Shuhang, lazy: "Because the Song Wood guy, there is no future life. If he wants to reincarnate... ...only to win, or to enter the body."
If it is to win, Song Shuhang is not Song Shuhang, but the ‘Song Wood’ in the mouth of the black-haired woman.
If you use ‘傀儡身身’, this ‘Song Wood’ will not be able to relate to Song Shuhang.
Only in this case, if there is no relationship between the ‘古修’ in the mouth of the black-haired woman, why is it repeatedly mistaken? Since it will be repeatedly misidentified... there is also 'cause and effect'.
Song Shuhang once again asked: "I am very similar to him?"
What he said is not only referring to appearance, but to something deeper.
There are no identical leaves in this world. Similarly, there will not be exactly the same people.
Between monks, it is easier to see people than just look at ‘appearance’. However, bamboo shoots, white dragons, black-haired lazy women in front of them, they all mistakenly recognized!
"How do you say it... If you say the appearance, you are only slightly similar. But your soul and body are very easy to misunderstand. It is an accident, are you a descendant?" The lazy woman looked up and continued: "I remember that he once had a Taoist, maybe you are a descendant of his single biography, you can explain it."
"Descent?" Song Shuhang shook his head. His family moved several times for various reasons. The ancestral spectrum has long been broken, and the trace back up to the generation of his grandfather's father.
At this time, the dark-haired woman stood up from the chair, her black hair was thick and long, and she was draped behind her body like a cloak and dragged to the ground.
She got up and came to Song Shuhang and looked up at the book. After approaching, Book Air discovered that the black-haired woman was not tall, and only stood at his chin when standing.
"Speaking back, Song Wood put a thing in it and deposited it in my 'Bishuige'. He also said that one day, he will come over and retrieve the thing... but unfortunately, this thing can't be done now. Give it back to him. Because that thing is being used by me now, hahaha." The black-haired woman smiled proudly.
Song Shuhang: "..."
The black-haired woman reached out again, and Li Yinzhu in Song Shuhang’s arms was lifted by an invisible force and sent to the hands of Chu Chu who stood at the door.
After that, the black-haired woman reached out and gently stroked Song Shuhang’s cheek.
Her hands are cold and cold, with a cool meaning.
"Well, let me see. The practice of your cultivation is "King Kong Basic Boxing" and ... "Thirty-three beasts are a qigong"? Are you a disciple of the thirty-three beast gods?" asked the black-haired woman.
Just the contact between the finger and Song Shuhang's body, she reported the practice of the book aviation practice as a few Jane. The cultivation and insight of this predecessor is unfathomable!
At the same time, Song Shuhang felt the same pressure on the black-haired woman as the white sage, the sacred sage, the whirlwind, and the seven sage.
There is no doubt that this is also the existence of a Sayādaw level.
Maybe even more powerful!
"Back to the predecessors, I am not a disciple of the thirty-three beast gods." Song Shuhang shook his head and replied: "Thirty-three beasts have been destroyed, and my cultivation of "Thirty-three beasts, a qigong" is the restoration of the white predecessors for me. Coupled with the "Whales" that happened to be patched together."
"Thirty-three beasts and gods have also been destroyed?" The black-haired woman was very surprised. At that time, these thirty-three beasts were also famous, and there were also several monks in the door. They did not expect to be destroyed.
"The world is impermanent." The black-haired woman said, her hand took the face of Song Shuhang.
Suddenly, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and the lazy expression on her face dissipated.
Then she dragged the long black hair and climbed back into the tall rocking chair, and the whole person shrank in the rocking chair.
"I am tired." The black-haired woman said.
Song Shuhang: "?"
"Tired, so I want to sleep. I have to sleep...we, see you tomorrow." She said, she did not know where to pull out a quilt and cover it. The rocking chair underneath began to deform like a Transformer, and it turned into a comfortable big bed in a blink of an eye.
"Good night." The black-haired woman waved at the Song Shuhang three.
Song Shuhang can't laugh and cry - this is awkward?
Behind him, the door was pushed open, and the golden boy and the girl entered the room gently. They smiled sorry for Song Shuhang and Chu Chu and made a gesture of 'please'.
"Okay, senior. We will see you tomorrow."
Song Shuhang can only leave the attic first.
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After Song Shuhang and Chu Chu and Li Yinzhu stayed away, Chu Xianzi opened his eyes.
Her nephew moved a little, and the rune was autonomously turned into a pattern before her eyes.
There is a burning burning knife.
There are large gold chains inscribed with thirty-three species of animals.
There are exquisite flaws.
There is also a shadow of bamboo shoots and white dragons.
In addition, there are white silver armor gloves, a blood bone...
Each of these things represents a powerful monk.
"The mysterious guy of the red scorpion is nothing, what other guys want to do?" Chu Xianzi muttered.
After a while, Chu Xianzi pulled the quilt and stretched it comfortably: "Well, but it doesn't matter to me anyway. It's so sleepy... Yes, since he seems to have some cause and effect with Song Wood, he will help one. Let's take it."
"Time City is a good place, let them go there to rest tomorrow." Chu Xianzi dreams.