Chapter 1: The Rebirth of the Strong
The sky looked a bit gloomy, with dark, dark clouds in the sky that still hadn't cleared.
Already the showers had passed.
Thunderstorms in June, here, come and go as they please.
Broken, but quiet village flooding, yellow soil road are yellow muddy water, walking on this, clattering to the shoes inside, wearing shoes are useless, the mountain soil collapse, pond collapsed embankment.
The shower that had just fallen had not yet cleared the sky, and another pea-sized shower fell from the sky.
Soon, the sight of the village was obscured by this intensive shower.
In front of an earthen embryo house, there stood an eighteen year old teenager.
Half a meter in front of him, the rainwater flowing down from the eaves of the house was like a waterfall from a small stream, clattering non-stop.
However, in the eyes of this teenager, there was an indifference, or worldliness, that he did not possess at this age.
The teenager's name was Qin Feng.
Qin Feng looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar village in front of him, looking at the pouring rain falling from the sky in his eyesight.
Feeling the cold sensation of the rainwater blooming down on the ground and splashing onto his body.
Qin Feng finally accepted this fact.
He had been reborn.
As a cultivator, also known as a magician in the jianghu, in his previous life, he had reached the legendary Questioning Qi Great Perfection Realm, so he could enter the legendary realm.
However, just at the time of his breakthrough, was given a conspiracy, their own breakthrough more than ten years of enemies, in this moment, strong and powerful, in their weakest time, under the killers, so that he died with a grudge.
And the person who betrayed himself and betrayed the time and place of his breakthrough still hadn't figured it out by the moment of his death.
In the past few days of his rebirth, Qin Feng had been entangled in this matter.
The village in front of him was exactly where he had grown up in the first place.
Qin Feng was an orphan, to be more precise, in his previous life, Qin Feng didn't know who his parents were, and from a young age, he was dependent on his grandfather who raised him.
Grandpa is a Meishan Shui Shi, with the countryside words, is the geomancer, that is, for people to calculate the eight eight to read the fate of the weekdays, the four villages and eight neighbors, what red and white wedding, will look for grandpa to see, this is a custom in the countryside.
He has embarked on the path of a magician, and his grandfather is his leader.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, Qin Feng remembers this day, he was eighteen years old, graduated from high school, at home, this day of heavy rain has been falling for a week, that is, on this day, happened to make Qin Feng grieved things.
Qin Feng knew that when this rain is less, he will be taken by his grandfather to the village Zhao widow's house, Zhao widow died, grandfather is in this business, the village white occasions are less than him.
"Little wind, go, prepare your things, go out with me." An old voice behind him interrupted Qin Feng's thoughts.
"Grandpa, where to? It's raining so heavily and you're still going out?" Qin Feng asked knowingly, knowing his grandfather's character, he turned around and started preparing his things.
Standing in the hall was an old man with a slim physique, but his spirit was vibrant, his gray hair at the temples was very clear, and the wrinkles on his forehead looked very wrinkled. Holding an old-fashioned smoking gun in his hand, he smoked it bar-bar-bar-bar.
The old man's name was Qin Tian, and he was none other than Qin Feng's grandfather.
"Going to Widow Zhao's house, Widow Zhao died horizontally, I have to go over and take a look." With a bark, a mouthful of green smoke gulped in his mouth, the grandfather opened his mouth and spoke in explanation.
"Widow Zhao died horizontally? What's the reason?" Qin Feng opened his mouth and spoke.
This scene, very similar to the memories of his previous life, now, Qin Feng has already determined that it is today, in his previous life, Grandpa came back from Widow Zhao's house, got into something unclean, on the way back, the rain was even heavier, passed under a dangerous slope, was haunted by something dirty, accidentally, slipped down the hill and fell to his death.
This is his biggest regret in his previous life, even if later, his own cultivation, proud of the entire warlock world, Qin Feng can not make up for this regret back.
In this life, since the heavens had allowed himself to live again, then let his life no longer have regrets, at the same time, he also had to find out who it was that had plotted to kill him in the first place, Qin Feng believed that with the last bit of clues from his previous life, as long as he was given the time, then he would surely be able to find out who the black hand behind the scene was.
"Stained with dirt." Grandpa opened his mouth and said, pouring out the tobacco dregs inside the smoking gun and reloading it with tobacco.
"Alright, Little Wind, let's go." Grandpa sighed.
"This Widow Zhao doesn't know what kind of dirty things she has provoked in the end, her life was lost just like that."
Qin Feng didn't say anything, carried the yellow cloth bag, beat the rain, and followed his grandfather's footsteps out the door, a familiar action, in his previous life, he had done it since he was a child, it was both familiar and seemed a bit strange.
The rain was a little lighter, but it was still very heavy. When he came to Zhao Widow's house, half of his body was already wet, Qin Feng was trying to protect the yellow cloth bag from being drenched by the rain.
Widow Zhao's home has been set up, Widow Zhao lying upright on a rotten bamboo mat, face covered with "thatch face paper", covering most of the exposed skin are green.
Qin Tian went up to look at it, his face is not good, around the Zhao widow's body turned around twice, then turned around and went out.
Qin Feng did not follow to see, he was reborn, now himself, he had only begun to cultivate not long ago, although it was said that he was brought into this circle by his grandfather, but that skill in his previous life could not be said to have been taught by his grandfather.
It was later on, when he entered this circle, he had another chance, and thus walked to the realm where he was proud of the entire Warlock world.
Right now, one's cultivation level, one could be said to be pitifully low, the only blessing was that one's divine sense was incomparably powerful, still maintaining the divine sense of the Questioning Qi Great Circle from his previous life.
"Grandpa, did you find out the problem?" Qin Feng asked in passing.
This Zhao Widow's situation was clear to himself, he had just gotten into something dirty, and in his previous life, Grandpa had stepped in. By asking this himself, he was just opening his mouth out of habit.
"The problem is a bit troublesome." Qin Tian frowned a frown and said slowly.
Taking out his smoking gun, he stuffed it with tobacco, lit it up and took two puffs, turned around and walked towards Widow Zhao's family house.
Widow Zhao's house is also a very downtrodden kind of soil-pei house, a hall pattern, the center is the main hall, that is, the spirit of the hall, on both sides of the main and deputy bedrooms, deputy bedrooms behind the miscellaneous house, that is, the kitchen, within the look of the woodshed.
Qin Tian wandered around the main and secondary bedrooms for a while, and then walked to the kitchen. Qin Feng also followed.
In the kitchen, the tablet piled up a giant head of a king's eight, two fangs look extremely vicious, eyes blood red, Qin Feng looked at a few eyes, his mind was slightly stunned, it is true, on the head of this king's eight, there is actually a dead qi.
Qin Feng realized that his grandfather had also noticed this bastard's head -
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