Chapter 2: Hard start

- Are you willing?
Yu Qiu heard a small voice asking there.
He replied: I am not willing.
I finally understood where I was wrong, and finally found the way I should go, but I have no chance to go any further. How can I be willing?
This is the last thought of the soul of Yu Qiu.
But he didn't know if the small voice could hear the answer.
He has fallen into a long darkness.
After a long time in this darkness, Yu Qiu suddenly opened his eyes.
When the blurred color blocks in the field of view gradually gathered, he saw a dilapidated roof. This is a dilapidated small room, surrounded by an old-fashioned smell, with a stain on the wall attached to the other, the window slantingly leaking the wind, and a cloth covered with holes in the door, covering Another room outside.
Yu Qiu took a while and then yanked out of bed.
He reached out to his own eyes. This is a thin hand, the skin is yellow due to long-term malnutrition, wrapped in the skin under the skin, thin and can not see a little meat. But this is indeed a hand, a solid, real, living, hand!
This thin hand began to tremble. Yu Qiu felt that this was shaking himself.
Yu Qiu knows that his body has been turned into a group of powder... So what is this living body in front of him?
As a monk, Yu Qiu’s first reaction was naturally a win. Did he win others in the unconscious? This thought rolled in his mind for a moment and was quickly ruled out. Because he can clearly feel that the thin body that he now has is the body of a mortal who has not undergone any cultivation and pure purity.
A pure mortal can't be defeated, because the mortal body can't stand the soul of the comprehension.
Wait, soul power? Yu Qiu suddenly found out that he not only turned his body into a mortal, but even the soul force, he has already retired to the rank of mortal.
In his known range, there is no single reason to explain the immediate results.
But Yu Qiu was not alarmed.
The world is so big, he is a monk in the district. The range he once knew, this is just a sea of ​​chestnuts.
Yu Qiu soon noticed something. He pulled the broken cuffs down and saw a light-colored pattern on his wrist about half an inch. It was a small circle, the color was very light, and you couldn’t find it without looking carefully.
Yu Qiu touched the circle and it was no different from the skin in other places. But inexplicable, Yu Qiu felt that this should not be something belonging to this body.
Not waiting for him to start thinking further, there was a loud noise outside.
"Smelly gambler! Another month, when are you going to pay back the money!" With such a curse, something smashed the door outside.
Yu Qiu quickly jumped out of bed and opened the curtain. He saw a old man who was described as being dry and kicked in from the outside. He knocked over the table and chair and fell to the ground with a wolf.
Outside the house, he quickly broke into three or five strong men. He grabbed the old man’s hair and ran into the wall. "You still don't pay back! Don't pay back!"
"Yeah! I am still!" The old man pleaded for mercy. "Wait for me... I will win the money when I win it!"
As soon as he spoke, the burst of alcohol was going out. This is not just a gambler, but an alcoholic.
Yu Qiu suddenly saw the face of this person, but the whole person was struck by lightning.
Yu Qiu couldn’t tell what it was like. The people in front of him seemed strange, but they seemed very familiar. Before clarifying this feeling, he had already rushed out, thinking that he would not want to hold the hand of the strong man on the other side and want to save the old man.
However, the other person's body shape is unexpectedly tall... wrong, it should be his body's unexpectedly short stature. Yu Qiu found that his current body is still a young man who has not grown up.
"Qiu Er!" The old man exclaimed when he saw his movements.
Autumn children? How does he know that he is a single name and a fall word? Yu Qiu was still thinking about it.
The brawny people saw him, but they giggled. "This silly boy, it looks like a spirit today."
The man who was hugged by his arm slammed into the wall in the autumn. The feeling of being hit by the back made him look at Venus, and his hands couldn't help but loosen his strength. Then one person grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and slammed into the wall, and suddenly he smashed the blood.
Yu Qiu suffered a pain and snorted. He is still not so good, the old man who is full of alcohol is going crazy, suddenly struggling to fight, "You bastard! Let him go! Let go of autumn!"
How can those strong men deal with him? Hearing that he was shouting there, he only made more punches and kicks without jealousy. "Dead old man, owe our money, you dare to cross? See if we don't kill you today!"
"Let him go!" The old man still yelled there, "Let my son go!"
... son?
Yu Qiu, who was also struggling, couldn’t help but feel shocked when he heard this.
He quickly reacted, it turned out that this body is the other's son. But there is another voice in the depths of the soul telling him, not just that.
The reaction to the autumn struggles more intensely. This scene in front of him is strange and familiar, as if he had experienced it once, but did not leave any traces in his mind.
Yu Qiu did not remember what he had before he entered the Xuanyang dynasty.
He is now only eager to save someone who calls himself a "son" and desperately wants to save!
But after retreating to the mortal, Yu Qiu’s resistance was so weak. With the constant beatings, the voice of the old man is getting weaker and weaker, but Yu Qiu has never been able to get out of the hands of the two strong men who blocked him. In the face of these mortals, he has no way, because he is now just a mortal.
Yu Qiu was anxious.
He couldn't help but think if he had even the lowest fire charm now...
Wait... the fire sign?
Yu Qiu suddenly had a spirit. Then he violently slammed his muscles, biting the arm in front of him, licking the other person's pain, saving his right hand, smearing the blood shed on his forehead, and stabbing his own clothes that had been surprisingly broken. Tear off a piece.
The bitten brawny quickly caught him again.
Just a little bit of space, but it is enough. Yu Qiu painted a whole number of hundred years of characters, from a most ordinary refining period, the young disciple painted the first cult of the Xuanyan mainland, even if it became a mortal, the skills of the characters are not lost at all, fingers It’s dazzling.
When it was re-caught, the rag had been painted with many complicated lines of blood.
Yu Qiu posted this piece of rag on the other's forehead.
The flame suddenly came out and burned the other side. The brawny screamed and rolled to the side. The fire burned all the way, burning others and constantly jumping. Soon, the entire house was ignited and the fire was raging!
Yu Qiu climbed to the front of the old man. The fire is like recognizing him, not burning alone.
Several strong men were sorely smashed and rushed out of the house.
This effect looks just like a real fire charm.
But before they escaped, the fire suddenly went out. Not only did the fire that burned on them go out, but the whole room was either extinguished, and even the places that had been burnt before were not left behind. The body that was originally burned has no pain.
The brawny stopped their steps and suddenly looked back and looked at the two men through the broken door.
Yu Qiu could not help but reveal a smile.
That is not a real fire. There is no repair of three or more layers of air. There is no white deer paper of at least nine products. Even without the condensed sand that can be seen everywhere in the real world, how can you draw a real fire? What's more, even if there is a real symbol, there is a mortal body that is completely unusable.
Yu Qiu just painted a ghost character by painting the fire symbol.
The so-called ghost symbol, to put it bluntly is the means by which mortals swindle mortals. It looks horrible, but it is just an illusion, and it is still an illusion that is only useful to mortals. It has its own shape and is not of its own quality.
Yu Qiu concentrated his spirits and looked at a few brave people who were still outside the house. After thinking of the path of the ghost, he would not only draw a fake fire. What kind of illusion is created to achieve the best results, Yu Qiu is trying hard to think...
As a result, he underestimated the power of ghost paintings in the mortal world.
In the eyes of the monks, it is just a fake thing, in the eyes of mortals, it can be the real power of the gods.
After reacting from the ignorance of the sudden extinguishment of the fire, the strong men screamed with screams and screamed a few times more than when they were burned. "Ghosts! Ghosts and gods are gone!"
They were scared away like this.
Yu Qiubai made a long preparation for a long time, could not help but pumped his mouth. Well, he also knows that when he is not cheap and sells, the old man who is braving the wine will call his son, he is already stunned, and he is squatting behind him.
Then Yu Qiu turned over in this poor white room for a long time, and finally found some ointments and quickly applied to the elderly. In this process, Yu Qiu couldn't help but look at the old man's face.
Yu Qiu can tell that the old man's facial features are quite similar to himself.
After handling the wounds of the old man, Yu Qiu took the other person back to the bed, covered it with a quilt, and then took a bucket of water in the yard and knelt down to look at his face carefully through the water. This is a tender and thin face, the cheeks and eyelids are deeply sunken, and the eyes are surprisingly large because of the thinness of the face, like a monkey.
But this is indeed the face of Yu Qiu, but it is a lot younger, probably only twelve or three years old.
Yu Qiu stood up and squinted, breathing out a deep breath.
As of now, he seems to have to make a guess. There is a thing that has never been recorded in the entire Xuanyan mainland comprehension community, which happened to him.
And whether this guess is correct or not seems to be proved soon.
He walked back to the house and stood at the gate for a while.
In the mind of Yu Qiu, I came back with a recollection - "When I went down the mountain, I accidentally passed your door and saw that your father had been killed by a group of murderers, and you were being dragged out by the group of murderers, saying that you want to I will sell you. I look in my eyes, I can’t bear it, and I see you with a lot of bones, so I will save you and bring them to Xuanyang.

I haven’t finished a paragraph yet. The people who said this to him in the past have been mixed in the crowds coming and going, and walked through the door. Halfway through, the man suddenly stopped and looked back. He carefully looked at it in the autumn.
"Oh," he said in this speech, "Little brother, I see that your roots are extraordinary, it is a good foundation for monasticism. Are you interested in following the Xuanyang sect?"
This person standing in front of Qiu’s eyes is... hundreds of years ago, he had just practiced the peak of the gas, and the first time he went down the mountain, he was still so tender that he could get out of the water, the brother Xu Hong.
Looking at Xu Hong, Yu Qiu could not help but pull out a smile.

Thank you for your kindness,
he said with a smile.
Free.

"Hey..." Xu Hong still wants to say something.
Yu Qiu turned sharply, and the backhand will have only half of the door panels left. Xu Hong happened to have just stepped forward and almost was shot off the bridge of the nose.