Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 122 Zhaolong
For a moment, Shen Qing's thoughts were a little confused.

Too many powerful people died on this star, and the blood descendants of these gods today are all their reincarnation or blood descendants.

Shen Qing has only figured out the tip of the iceberg of the secrets in the sundial.

The place where the sundial took her was obviously the past of this era, and it was not difficult to infer from this that she would one day meet the fallen gods.

It may even include Demon Slayer Zhenjun, as well as Ye Lifeng's previous life, Chenfeng Taoist Ancestor.

If Zhao Yu had met her in the past, then the relationship between her and Zhao Yu might be far more complicated than she imagined before.

Whether it was in Daxia or in this era, it was Zhao Yu who took the initiative to come to her side, which was a bit too coincidental.

Nourishes—

There was a smell of paste, Shen Qing was stunned for a while, and the fried dumplings in the pot were already paste.

Shen Qing sighed softly, and stopped thinking about it. Thinking about it now is just adding to her troubles.

He dumped the fried dumplings in the pot and replaced them with a new one. Zhao Yu had just finished washing when the dumplings came out of the pot again.

Shen Qing sat at the dining table, resting her chin on one hand, quietly watching Zhao Yu eat.

Eating these things now has no effect on Shen Qing, and even needs to spend a lot of energy to re-refine the impurities.

Originally, Shen Qing would still eat a few bites, but later gave up. In this era, practice is not easy at all, so there is no need to add unnecessary burdens.

After breakfast, Zhao Yu started his daily exercise, while Shen Qing took out two ancient books about spirit formations and began to study the spirit patterns in them.

She always remembered what Ye Lifeng said to her before.

Whether this is the most powerful way between heaven and earth, Shen Qing does not know, but there is no doubt about its strength.

She has always longed for the power of the spirit pattern. The mystery of the spirit pattern is endless, whether it is casting or forming an array, it has endless magical effects.

While flipping through the ancient books, Shen Qing's heart suddenly moved, a light curtain emerged, and the golden sundial came into view.

Looking at the mysterious silver lines on the sundial, Shen Qing was thoughtful, this might also be a kind of spirit lines.

If she can thoroughly understand the spirit pattern on the sundial, can she grasp the unpredictable power possessed by the sundial...

Ding-dong-

A doorbell interrupted Shen Qing's train of thought.

Standing up to open the door, Shen Qing twitched slightly when she saw the person outside the door: "Sister Song?"

It was Song Lingjia who hadn't seen him for a few days.

Song Lingjia's attire today has changed a lot compared to the past. A light down jacket on the upper body and simple fleece slacks on the lower body completely cover up the hot figure. It is snowing.

It wasn't until this moment that Shen Qing suddenly realized that snowflakes had already fallen in the sky at some point.

Because of the existence of the spirit-gathering array, the temperature in the room has always been in a quite suitable range, and with the protection of the stellar energy, she did not notice the change of solar terms at all.

The year has come.

Song Lingjia squeezed into the entrance, patted the snow off his head and shoulders, moved his already frozen muscles and bones, and gradually recovered from his senses in the warm indoor air.

Seeing Shen Qing in single clothes, she subconsciously wanted to remind her to be careful of catching a cold, but then swallowed the words again.

Today is different.

After slowing down, the down jacket on his body became a little hot.

Song Lingjia sat on the sofa and took off the down jacket casually. Inside was a bright red tight-fitting turtleneck sweater, which perfectly outlined the slender waist and plump figure.

"Why do you have time to come today?"

Shen Qing poured Song Lingjia a cup of hot tea, feeling a little strange.

After she took the Yang family into her hands, she also had a general understanding of the current industrial scale of the Song family.

Song Lingjia has too many properties in his hands now, and with the cooperation with the Yang family, he should be very busy recently.

"I'll be free for a long time after that."

Song Lingjia hugged the teacup, felt the warmth of his palm, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"The family property has basically been handed over to my father."

After a little hesitation, she spoke again: "I want to try to practice."

Song Lingjia has come into contact with many practitioners, and she is quite aware that cultivation is not an easy task, and she is not sure if she has this talent.

Therefore, she had never thought of stepping into the path of cultivation before, but now, she simply wanted to try.

She had never had this kind of thought before, and it was enough to think about spending the rest of her life in peace.

But the words Shen Qing said last time still had some influence on her. After returning home, she tossed and turned. After thinking about it for a long time, the fear of aging still overwhelmed everything else.

Eternal youth is a great temptation for everyone, and this alone is enough to make Song Lingjia put in all his efforts to try one or two.

Even if she doesn't have the talent for cultivation, it's good not to leave any regrets in the end.

"I teach you."

The corners of Shen Qing's eyes slightly curved, and he nodded in response.

In her opinion, practice is the best choice for Song Lingjia.

In her opinion, lingering in secular industries and floating in the sea of ​​business is a waste of time and meaningless. Only by practicing can one grasp one's destiny in one's own hands.

There was still a vacant room in the house, so Song Lingjia lived in directly. The addition of one more person increased his popularity, and he added a pair of bowls and chopsticks when eating.

In addition to practicing, Song Lingjia also came here to express his gratitude. There have been rumors on the Internet a few days ago.

Song Lingjia naturally looked at a lot, she saw a lot of photos.

When she saw Yang Xiaozu who opened the door for Shen Qing and saw his respectful face, she already understood everything.

She couldn't imagine that the relationship between Shen Qing and the Yang family began more than 2000 years ago, and she only thought that it was Shen Qing who helped her.

Now the cooperation between the Song and Yang families is going smoothly, even vaguely dominated by the Song family, all because of Shen Qing.

For the current Shen Qing, these things are probably just a matter of effort, and they have never been placed in her eyes at all.

Song Lingjia still can't recover from such a huge gap.

In less than a year, the changes in Shen Qing's body were so terrifying that Song Lingjia couldn't help but marvel at the sequelae of that online dating.

Shen Qing did not pass the Xingyuan Secret Code to Song Lingjia, but changed to an ordinary practice method.

This is not because Shen Qing is stingy. The Xingyuan Secret Code is inherited from the Taoist ancestors. Although the cultivation background is strong, relatively speaking, the cultivation is much more difficult.

In today's era of depleted aura, not to mention the difficulty of entry, the speed of entry is also unsatisfactory.

The original intention of Song Lingjia's practice was not to fight and kill. It is naturally more suitable to change to one that is quicker to learn and easier to practice.

Zhao Yu doesn't need to worry. In a few months, she will receive the awakening potion. At this time, her practice may have an impact, and the gain outweighs the loss.

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The previous turmoil on the Internet, under the pressure of the General Department of Psionics, soon disappeared.

Zhao Yu resumed her previous life and went to class as usual.

After Song Lingjia completed her transformation and experienced the joy of cultivation, she became more and more immersed in it and couldn't extricate herself.

When she found that her moist skin became smoother and more elastic with the nourishment of spiritual energy, she almost gave up the rest time, working so hard that it was outrageous.

For a woman in her late thirties, the changes in her body were too surprising.

Shen Qing's life has also fallen into a rare peace, there is no new spiritual path, no unexpected interruptions, except for cultivation, it is to study ancient books, daily life is boring but not boring.

During this period, the two major forces, the Federation of Gods and the Empire of the Gods, still did not give up communication with Shen Qing.

However, Shen Qing didn't pay attention to them, and unilaterally cut off all disturbances.

Feng Muyu would come to visit from time to time, bringing the flesh and blood of monsters to give Shen Qing a tooth-beating sacrifice.

This kind of food rich in spiritual power is one of the few things that practitioners can eat. Usually, Shen Qing accepts all of them with a smile and gives spirit stones as a gift.

Sometimes, she will be greedy, and she will not eat for a long time. Although she will not be hungry, she will always feel a little dull in her mouth.

In a blink of an eye, the end of the new year has completely passed, and spring has disappeared in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, the season has entered early summer, and the weather has become hot again.

After entering the summer, Shen Qing stopped practicing, and put a lot of energy into the database of the General Department of Psionics, collecting some ancient materials.

The countdown on the sundial is getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, there are only a few days left.

Even if it wasn't the first time, Shen Qing still had an unspeakable nervousness.

Where, or when, the sundial will take her is really unknown.

The unknown is always scary.

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The night is like a black curtain that covers the sky and the earth, the stars cannot be seen in the sky, and the moon is covered by clouds, making it dark.

The light was on in the living room, Shen Qing sat on the sofa with his head up, staring at the sundial in front of him, lost in thought for a while.

There was only half a quarter of an hour left in the expected stay, Zhao Yu had already fallen asleep, Song Lingjia was in the practice hall, and the house was eerily quiet for a while.

Shen Qing closed her eyes and concentrated, carefully recalling the bits and pieces of information she searched from the database of the General Administration of Psionics, and relieving her own tension.

She has already made sufficient preparations, if this is not enough, and she cannot come back again, then it can only be said that she deserves this fate.

despair--

As the expected stay time returned to zero, a strange sound suddenly came from Shen Qing's ears.

Just like the first time she crossed, the sundial's pointer started to reverse after it stagnated.

The ticking sound of running water gradually amplified in my mind, at first it was like a gurgling stream, and gradually it was like a thunderstorm.

The pointer of the sundial turned faster and faster, an afterimage appeared, and a vortex emerged, instantly capturing all of Shen Qing's attention.

The five senses were deprived and he sank into darkness.

A long familiar river appeared in Shen Qing's eyes, with endless tributaries and finely divided light and shadow.

Perhaps due to the increase in cultivation, compared to the first time, Shen Qing's feelings were much clearer this time along the long river.

From the waves splashing in the long river, she could see some vague figures.

Suddenly, a shocking wave rose, and a cold snort came from a wave, like a sharp ax cutting into Shen Qing's body.

Shen Qing's mind was churning, and her soul was almost torn apart. Originally, she could continue to move forward for a certain distance, but because of this cold snort, she was finally unable to support herself. She staggered and fell into the long river, splashing an inconspicuous flower. spray.

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Zhaolong four ninety-two years.

Southern Territory, Yunjing Mansion, Haoyin City.

Thirty miles outside the city, there is a remote countryside where more than a hundred families live in the forest, and are sometimes harassed by ferocious beasts and monsters.

In the dilapidated wooden house, a girl about seven years old slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were full of bewilderment.

A moment later, as memories surged up, Shen Qing couldn't help covering her head, feeling like a splitting headache.

The cold snort in the long river almost shook her soul away and almost hurt her origin.

The sundial only affected her physical body, and had no effect on her soul. Even if she wanted to reverse the sundial, she couldn't eliminate the severe pain.

The cold wind blew in from the leaky opening of the wooden house, causing Shen Qing to unconsciously wrap up the light quilt covering her body tightly.

As the breathing gradually sank, a burst of cold air was sucked into the throat, causing a burning pain in the lungs, followed by a heart-piercing cough.

The situation this time was even worse than the previous trip, and even a normal body could not be guaranteed.

Shen Qing still didn't dare to move the sundial at will. The current body is too weak to withstand any storms.

In desperation, Shen Qing could only cover her head under the quilt, huddled into a ball, and kept a small amount of heat, and at the same time began to sort out the memories in her mind.

Soon, she figured out some basic situations.

In today's world, all kinds of sects hide from the world, and monsters are rampant. Most people can only rely on the protection of incense and fire gods to survive in the city with the help of divine power.

But not everyone can enjoy the blessing of the gods.

Because the taxes near Haoyin City are too high, ordinary tenants without skills can't support them at all, so they can only live in the wilderness in groups.

This place is already some distance away from Haoyin City, and the righteous gods enshrined in the city cannot be protected by divine power. In a village like this, only some obscene little gods can be enshrined for protection.

These little gods with low incense are naturally limited in power, and at the same time, they have various requirements for sacrifices.

This village, named Snake Village, enshrines a big snake as a god, and worships incense on weekdays, and needs flesh and blood to pay tribute during festivals.

At the same time, every 15 years, a pair of boys and girls are needed to feed the gods.

A pair of boys and girls, for 15 years of safety, is a bargain for this village.

In this short moment of thinking, Shen Qing's lungs were burning like fire, and the cough never stopped.

Before she could think about it, the door was pushed open with a creak, and there were two footsteps.

A big cold hand reached into the bed, and then a slightly surprised laugh sounded:

"Not dead, still hot."

Then, before Shen Qing could react, he picked her up together with the quilt, and strode out of the room.

"Including the girl, I just got together the tributes for this time, and I can't save the left and right, so don't waste it..."

Shen Qing understood, and immediately closed her eyes and made the calculations. Less than ten years have passed since the last tribute, so there should be enough time...

how come……

(End of this chapter)