Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

Shangwu walked closer, suddenly, his body sank down, with a plop, he knelt on one knee, clenched a fist to support the ground, clenched a fist against his chest, and lowered his head deeply: "Criminal minister, see Your Majesty!"

Xing Shu quickly evaded to one side: "I really am not!"

"Your Majesty, in this world, there is a kind of memory that is hard to remember." Shangwu raised his head and said lightly: "That is, reincarnation."

Xingshu's motion of waving his hand paused.

"You think you have a complete memory, from childhood to adulthood, so you think you are not him, but you can't remember your past life. You can't be 100% guaranteed that you are not him." Shangwu raised his hand and gently held it. Xingshu's hand was raised: "You can deny that you are not your majesty in this life, but you cannot deny that your last life is not him, or that your last life is not him. There is only one soul in this world. You cannot mislead us, you Don’t you think this is cruel?"

While talking, a tear fell from Shang Wu's left eye, which happened to drop on Xingshu's palm, making Xingshu's fingertips tremble slightly.

Xing Shu: "..." Fuck! speak politely! What are you crying?

But Shanggo has some truth, but...

"Excuse me, if you are not in the same world, will there be reincarnation?" Xing Shu drew out his hand, drew two circles on the ground, and said, "Look, these are two different worlds. In the circle on the left, Will people in the world reincarnated in reincarnation, will they run into the circle on the right?"

While talking, Xing Shu drew a line in the circle on the left and inserted it into the circle on the right.

Xing Shu realized that the person in front of him seemed to have a wide range of knowledge, and he could even guess the future, so he couldn't help asking what he had been thinking.

After all, after three thousand years, he will be a "house taker". If he speaks it out, he will probably be wiped out. But now it is different. Even if these people know that he is a home taker, they won't take him.

Shangwu looked at Xingshu's sticky strokes drawn on the ground, lost in thought.

"Here, let me tell you this." Xing Shu continued: "The circle on the left is the world you are in now. We call it A. The world on the right is the world where I was born and raised. It's called B."

Xing Shu said: "These two worlds have their own history, their own development, and their own time. Three thousand years ago in the A world, the emperor ruled, and the three thousand years in the B world were ruled by other emperors. There are spiritual energy, demonic energy, etc., which can be cultivated, but the B world does not. They are different, and their evolution is also different."

Xingshu listed a timetable next to the two balls, the corresponding time, the corresponding historical event, the corresponding power distribution change, the corresponding land plate migration, the corresponding climate environment, and so on.

Shangwu didn't say a word and looked at it quietly, but his eyes were very bright, very bright, as if he had seen unknown and novel knowledge, and wanted to discover and understand.

Xing Shu said: "I was born in this era of World B and lived for more than 30 years. Then, due to an accident, I died. After waking up, I found myself in World A and accidentally entered a world. In the body of the monk, the time is probably counted from you now, three thousand years later."

Xingshu clicked the circle on the ground: "Then, for some reason, my soul came to A world three thousand years ago."

"Some reason?" Shangwu raised his eyebrows.

Xing Shu hesitated: "Actually, this is what I can't figure out the most now, because I was originally participating in a city seal trial. I walked into one of the doors and found myself entering His Majesty the Emperor. In his body."

Xing Shu originally thought that after he finished speaking, the other party would be surprised or unbelievable, but he didn't expect that Shangwu nodded and said, "I understand."

This time it was Xingshu's turn to be surprised: "What do you understand?"

Shangwu clicked on the circle in World B: "This world is a low-level world. It has no spiritual energy and no extremely powerful cultivators, so its degree of danger will be much lower than that of World A."

Xing Shu: "Huh? So what?"

Shanggo: "The underworlds of the two worlds are different, and the souls accepted are also different. If the soul of the A world can directly enter the six reincarnations of the B world, and be born and grow in the B world, then after this person dies, it is Those who cannot continue to reincarnate in World B have to be forced to return to World A."

The corner of Xing Shu's mouth twitched, "Isn't this a fallacy? Since people in world A cannot enter the reincarnation of world B, they can't enter from the beginning."

"No, you need to be judged to enter the samsara path. After the trial, you will carry the mark that you can enter the samsara path. As long as there is that mark, no matter which world it is the samsara path, you can enter." Shangwu earnestly popular science: " After all, the Judge is alive, and the Path of Samsara is dead. The Judge can discover the identity of a person, but the Path of Samsara cannot. It is just six holes."

Xing Shu suddenly realized: "What you mean is to be judged in World A, get the mark, and then go to World B to reincarnate, but because you are a person in World A, you wait until the next reincarnation, because no one interferes, the judge will not Judging the soul of this other world, so send him back?"

Shanggo nodded: "That's right."

"So? Is there any point in being so troublesome?"

"Of course there is, because your majesty has dissipated his power and has changed from a divine soul to a human soul. The life of a human soul is very short and very short. Only by continuing to practice and after eight hardships can you become a **** again." Shang Wu looked at him with scorching eyes: "But , World A is too dangerous, family, influence, power, a weak human being, it is very difficult to live in the world of a group of monks, but World B is different, there is no spiritual energy, and relatively peaceful, living may be much higher than World A has experienced much less suffering than World A."

"But... they are all going to die." Xing Shu couldn't help reminding.

"But it won't need to reincarnate too many times, maybe only once is enough. The same is the eight bitter, hating an ant and hating a powerful monk, can it be the same? The former only needs a light pinch to get revenge. The latter takes a lifetime, and it is very likely to take this lifetime into it."

Xing Shu: "..." Wow, I have gained knowledge!

but……

Xing Shu took a step back in silence, "Who are you going to send into the reincarnation path of World B?"

Shangwu took a step closer: "Your Majesty."

"No, no, don't you think this would be weird? You send the future me into reincarnation, isn't this an endless cycle?" Xing Shu quickly corrected: "There must be another me, which was three thousand years ago. "I", even if you want to send it, you still send that "me" in!"

Shanggo: "..."

A hint of evil flashed in Shangwu's eyes: "Your Majesty, you admit it."

Xingshu: "..."

Shangwu suddenly shot and pushed Xingshu to the ground, with one hand resting on Xingshu’s ear, and the other holding Xingshu’s chin. He smiled with great interest: "The criminal minister never thought that the future majesty would With this look, what exactly did you experience in reincarnation? Why did your temperament change drastically?"

Shangwu lowered his head, and Xing Shu's appearance was reflected in his deep pool-like eyes: "Your Majesty, no matter what you look like, I will be loyal to you forever."

"Oh!-garbage snake!-what are you doing to your majesty!" a roar came.

Xingshu felt his body lighter, and was moved to another place by Shanggo, and a huge white dog appeared where they were lying just now.

Xingshu's pupils shrank slightly: "Don't move!"

Pang Junxie, who was about to raise his claws and scratch the snake, subconsciously stopped.

Xingshu nervously said: "My puppet!--"

Pang Junxiegou wrinkled his face, lowered his head to look for the puppet Xing Shu was referring to, and unconsciously put his paw on the ground.

Just hearing a "click", Xingshu's shout continued: "...under your feet!--"

Pang Junxie: "..."

Xingshu: "..."

The corner of Xing Shu's mouth twitched, revealing a very gentle smile.

Amidst the snow in the sky, a man wearing a white fur, standing there quietly, is really the most beautiful picture in the world.

Pang Junxie looked at this familiar smile, and the whole dog was in a daze, just looking stupidly.

Xing Shu raised his hand and called at him: "Come here."

Pang Jun looked at this face wickedly and walked over very obediently.

Xing Shu said: "Shrink."

Pang Junxie obediently became the size of a fist.

Xing Shu leaned slightly, took the small hair ball into his arms, and gently rubbed the soft hair a few times.

Then, just when Pang Junxie was so moved that he was about to cry, Xing Shu grabbed his tail and flicked it far away!

"Do you know how long it took me to do it! Soul pale!"

The sky crossed a white arc, which was not obvious in the sky full of snowflakes.

"Punch!" A pit was smashed in the snow, and the small hair ball and the snow color melted into a ball.

"Wow!" Pang Junxie, who knew that he had been tricked, blew his hair instantly, but only then did he pull his head out of the snowdrift, and another snowball hit him!

Then came the second group, the third group...

"Let's fight a decisive battle! Pang dog!" Xing Shu Tuan Xueqiu angrily.

Pang Junxie instantly transformed into a human form: "What did you say! Say one more...huh!"

Shanggo retracted his hand, with his palm facing down again, sucking up some snow, and kneading it into a spherical shape.

So an unfair two-on-one snowball fight began.

Shangwu had eight snakeheads alone, and he could win by smashing snowballs completely by numbers. Pang Junxie could only dodge and dodge to the left, finally smashing a few out, and being smashed back by more snowballs.

This one-sidedness didn't end until Zi Yang's arrival.

Zi Yang's wings were big, and one fan was like a ball of flying snow, which made Xingshu's face all over his face.

Xingshu shivered from the cold, so when the next wave of wind hit, he pinched his fingertips to build a barrier.

This is a black barrier, but there is no tyrannical aura in it. It is not magic energy, but... aura.

The eye sockets of the three of Zi Yang were slightly red.

This is the Wuxuan spirit body.