Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The spring breeze is blowing gently, like the Tao giving birth to all things.

In the small courtyard, the world is quiet.

Qin Xuan is like a rock, like an old monk. He holds a pen in front of him with both hands, and there is a mysterious aura around him.

It seems that he is one with the world and the universe.

Qin Xuan closed his eyes for two hours before slowly opening them. His eyes were like the rising sun and the moon, as if a god had awakened from ancient times.

He held the pen in his hand and fell on the paper in front of Qin Xuan.

But in Qin Xuan's eyes, it was not paper and pen, nor the world.

He seemed to have returned to his previous life, to China on Earth, and to the Qin family compound.

"Grandpa, uncle, save my dad, please!"

"My dad is going to die, the Chen family is bullying too much!"

The young man knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He knelt in front of the compound and begged for mercy.

The dignity, pride, and complacency of the past all vanished at this moment.

The door was still tightly closed, not even a crack was opened.

He kept kneeling, and the swelling and pain on his knees made the young man feel unprecedented pain and despair.

The young man knelt for a long time, and he looked at the courtyard, and his begging for mercy turned into hatred, a hatred that was deep enough.

"The Qin family claims to be a big family, Qin family, are you just going to watch my father die?"

All the resentment and anger of the young man turned into roars at this moment.

The door was still not opened at all.

Just when the young man even wanted to break in, an indifferent voice sounded.

"Qin Wende took the initiative to make a fuss and leave the Qin family, and now he is no longer a member of the Qin family."

"Qin Xuan, you are a descendant of my Qin family, but Qin Wende is no longer a member of my Qin family, and neither are you. Why should my Qin family help you bear the mistakes you made, Qin Xuan!?"

The indifferent words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The young man was struck by lightning, and he looked at the closed door.

"But the mistakes I made, Qin Xuan, should not be borne by my parents!"

With a bang, the young man knelt on the ground, he lowered his head, and punched the cold bricks with his fists.

"Why should they bear the responsibility, just because they are my parents, Qin Xuan!?"

The young man roared, and there was already a trace of blood on the ground.

In front of the courtyard, Qin Xuan's eyes were slightly moist, and his eyes gradually became clear, waking up from the past.

He looked at the white paper floating in the air in front of him and sighed faintly.

"Regret is like wind and rain, it will last forever!" He looked at the paper, a man kneeling in front of the courtyard, roaring on the ground, that kind of despair and regret, as if reproducing a scene from the past.

The painting is done!

There was no joy in Qin Xuan's eyes, but there was a sigh in his eyes.

In this life, he made up for the regrets of his previous life, and his parents died of old age, but it does not mean that he can forget the mistakes he made.

The past events made him alert for life. Life is long, but if you take a wrong step, you can never go back.

Ask the world, who has no regrets! ?

Everyone has.

Saints are no more than this!

Suddenly, the white paper in front of him fell apart, as if it was completely annihilated into nothingness and dissipated in this world.

The white paper is an ordinary thing, unable to bear the meaning of his writing, and automatically dissipated into nothingness.

It's like the past is like the wind, and the passing is like clouds and smoke, and it will eventually disappear.

Qin Xuan slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, which was already dim and bright, with a bright moon in the sky.

In his Dantian, the nine-colored Yuanying had disappeared, and instead, there was a tender bud. The tender bud had nine leaves, and there was nothing under the eighth leaf. Under the first leaf, there was a rice-sized flower bud.

Tao Seed!

Qin Changqing's Tao Seed, at this moment, the Nascent Soul in his body finally stepped into the Return to Void realm.

That rice-sized flower bud seemed to contain endless wind and rain at this moment. If it is magnified a billion times, you can see the vastness in it.

The first Tao Seed, the Wind and Rain Tao Seed!

Containing the Tao of wind and rain, it contains the regrets of life.

Others return to the void to understand the world, but Qin Changqing returns to the void to understand himself.

"Emperor Qing, it is easy to understand the world, because the world is right in front of you. It is difficult to understand the human heart, because the human heart cannot be observed. And it is even more difficult to understand yourself, because in the eyes of all living beings, they are always others, and when have they ever been for themselves."

Qin Xuan's mind flashed over the fairyland of the past. He and the ethereal figure used the sea as a chessboard and the mountains as chess pieces.

He smiled faintly, "It's not easy!"

He responded to the past and slowly put down his pen.

Looking at his former self, those memories that were as sharp as a knife and hard to forget.

He could forget how many dead souls and withered bones his sword had shed, but he could not forget the haggard faces of his parents.

Qin Xuan took a deep breath, took another piece of white paper, and sat cross-legged on the rock.

The Qi flowed again, forming a domain beside Qin Xuan.

This time, Qin Xuan was observing the first time he entered the world of cultivation.

The endless wildernessThe young man's lips were dry and cracked, his face was pale, and he looked like a human.

He gradually fell to the ground with powerlessness, and the wind and sand in front of him were endless, as if it was more like the abyss of hell.

When he woke up again, he found that he was already in a different place.

After being instructed, he became a handyman and was ordered to chop wood to survive.

Qin Xuan's eyes were numb, but he had lost his vitality, and he supported himself with only a little hatred.

For ten years, there was only one person who kept swinging the sword in the back mountain forest.

He seemed to want to cut off all the regrets, and every tree was his former enemy and regret.

In ten years, he went from a mortal to practicing qi, from not knowing martial arts to the initial formation of sword intent.

In ten years, he also shed the hatred and regret of the past, buried them deep in his heart, and his thin body in the past had become as solid as a rock.

Qin Xuan opened his eyes again, and he looked in front of him, on the white paper, a figure swung a sword to cut wood into firewood.

The sword cut not only the wood, but also his past, those hateful, ignorant, and ridiculous habits, and also cut off the edges and corners in his heart. The firewood made of the wood was not just firewood, but also the talent of Qin Changqing.

Ten years of accumulation allowed him to transform from an ordinary person to a cultivator.

Qin Xuan looked at the gradually dissipating white paper. The sun was already high in the sky. A flower bud-like Tao seed appeared again in his Dantian.

This Tao seed was extremely heavy, and Qin Xuan named it a rock.

In ten years, he cut off the prosperous city, cut out the foundation of the avenue, and cut out his body like a rock.

Containing the Tao of rock, accepting the meaning of transformation.

Qin Xuan took a rest slowly. He stood up and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky, motionless.

Lin Bao on the side was full of curiosity. She wanted to know what this uncle was doing.

This is too strange!

Sometimes he was drawing, sometimes he stood up and looked at the sky, like a fool, even more foolish than her brother.

After a while, Qin Xuan had returned to the stone again, holding a pen in his hand.

If he knew what Lin Bao was thinking, he would probably answer with a chuckle.

He was living a life of a person, a person who went from being a mediocre person to becoming the emperor of the fairy world, unparalleled in the world, and all living beings submitted to him... a life!

With his own path, he forged the seeds of the Tao!