Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

A chill hit him, and Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that his limbs were stiff and his stomach was burning with anxiety.

After calming down and looking around, his expression gradually became weird.

What he saw in front of him was not a familiar bedroom, but a green brick house with air leakage from all sides. The window lattice rattled, and he could still feel the biting wind and snow outside without leaving the house, and the chill was biting.

this……

A memory suddenly came into his mind. After a while, Chu Zheng gradually came back to his senses, his eyes flickering.

There is no doubt that he has traveled through time. The current location is Wuyang County, Luofeng City, and Song Mansion in the Zhou Dynasty.

The predecessor was also called Chu Zheng, a native of Luofeng City. Both his parents died. He was sold into the Song Dynasty as a slave when he was seven years old. It has been nine years now. He was punished for accidentally breaking the eldest lady’s beloved jade cup the day before yesterday. Fasting from food and water for four days.

But in Chu Zheng's view, these are not the key. What surprised him most was that there really were immortals in this world.

He is not a fortune-telling magic stick, but a powerful person who drinks dew and dinner clouds, has the ability to live forever, and travels to the North Sea in the evening.

Song Lingqing, the second lady of the Song Dynasty, was selected by the immortals a few years ago and went to the Hidden World Immortal Sect.

Because of this, the status of the Song family has risen sharply in recent years, and they are among the best in the entire Wuyang County.

While Chu Zheng was deep in thought, a curtain of light suddenly appeared and came into view.

[Name: Chu Zheng]

[Cultivation: Zero Level]

[Skills: Fitting Boxing (Level 0/Incomplete), Chasing the Wind Sword Technique (Level 0)]

[Restorer: Level 0 (0/1000)]

[Remaining number of repairs for the day: 5]

[Currently repairable: Fitting Fist (0/10)]

The Song family is originally a martial arts family. Even if they are slaves, they will be taught martial arts skills, but they will have reservations.

Looking at the panel that suddenly appeared, Chu Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Restoration is a very difficult skill. It is difficult to repair a broken mirror. A restorer with extraordinary skills is equivalent to going back in time and seizing the power of the Creator. Every step of progress becomes more difficult.

Before traveling through time, he was a cultural relic restorer and was extremely interested in the past that was buried in the torrent of time.

Once he traveled through time, his first feeling was the excitement of facing an entire unknown world.

The panel in front of him can even be repaired and perfected, which will undoubtedly help him save a lot of energy and time in exploring the secrets of this world.

Wow——

Before Chu Zheng could recover from his joy, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The cold wind roared in, carrying the ice and snow, and Chu Zheng shivered involuntarily.

A figure slowly walked in. He was wearing a servant's green shirt and a small hat. He had an average appearance and looked to be in his early twenties.

Chu Zheng sat up with some difficulty, leaned against the back wall, and looked at the visitor. Fragments of memories quickly emerged in his mind.

Song Yun, a son of the Song family, has extraordinary talent in martial arts. He grew up with the eldest lady since he was a child. Although he is a servant, his status in the mansion is extraordinary and he is highly valued.

A slave should know his duty as a slave.

Looking at the slightly embarrassed Chu Zheng, Song Yun twitched the corner of his mouth and said casually:

The eldest lady wants to keep you around to do things because she thinks highly of you, but you have repeatedly declined, which has exhausted the eldest lady's patience. Having a good skin does not mean you can be willful.

When it came to the skin, Song Yun paused slightly, and a hint of secret pain flashed in his eyes. He had done his best in everything, but he lacked such appearance.

Chu Zheng was sitting in the corner, his hair was messy, and his brows were full of fatigue, but he still couldn't hide the masculine beauty in his appearance.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Song Yun felt that Chu Zheng had changed again. His eyes were deep and his face was a little more calm and resolute, which made him even more eye-catching.

Even though they were both men, Song Yun could not deny that Chu Zheng had outstanding looks. From the outside world, no one would associate him with a slave.

The eldest lady has sent word that after the fast is over, you will be asked to go to the filthy house as an errand.

Song Yun no longer looked directly at Chu Zheng and looked away irritably.

The dirty room is the garbage room, where a large number of discarded utensils from the house are piled up.

Broken tables and broken chairs, broken pots and rotten tiles... nothing more than that.

The Dirty House was in the far corner of the Song Mansion. No one would go there on weekdays. If you went there, you would become a completely marginalized person.

For a slave, it is tantamount to never seeing the light of day and his future is completely cut off.

Song Yun originally thought that Chu Zheng would have some reaction when he heard this. To his disappointment, Chu Zheng showed no reaction and just said lightly:

Thank you, Miss, for your kindness.

Such a calm attitude made Song Yun feel like he had been punched on cotton. His palms unconsciously tightened and clenched into fists. He couldn't help but take two steps forward and whispered:

There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The second lady has been away for more than three years without a single letter from home. Do you think she will remember you as a mere slave?

Chu Zheng's expression remained unchanged, he just sat there blankly, as if he was deep in thought.

Not getting the expected reaction, Song Yun suddenly felt bored:

You can just die here. If you don't want to make progress, you will lose your good skin.

boom--

The door slammed shut, and the chains clanked as they were locked.

Chu Zheng did not listen carefully to Song Yun's words. He was thinking about his future plans.

The first priority was to redeem himself.

Once he traveled through time, Chu Zheng naturally did not want to sit on the ground. When he raised his head, he could only see an inch of the sky.

Being a slave in the Song Mansion will greatly restrict his freedom. Even his life is not his own, and his life is precarious.

But the news sent by Song Yun just now made him change his mind.

The dirty room is quiet and no one will disturb it. In the short term, it may be a good place for him.

…

…

The sky is getting darker and the sound of wind and snow is getting heavier.

Wow——

There was a strange noise from the door, awakening Chu Zheng who was curled up in a nap.

Chu Zheng...Chu Zheng?

The door was squeezed open, and two soft calls came in.

Chu Zheng didn't move. He had been fasting for three days without food or water. His intestines and lungs were already exhausted. If he hadn't had some martial arts skills, he wouldn't even have the strength to speak at this moment.

The reason why he ignored Song Yun just now was because he really couldn't speak.

A small hand came in from the crack of the door, holding the bun tightly: I'm holding it in my arms, it's not cold yet, you can eat it while it's hot.

Xiaocai?

Chu Zheng heard the voice of the person coming. It turned out that the second young lady's personal maid was about the same age as herself, and now she was serving the eldest lady.

It's me. The eldest lady was too strict in the past two days. Fortunately, the eldest lady rested early today, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to see you.

Hearing Chu Zheng's reply, Xiao Cai outside the door breathed a sigh of relief: You can go out tomorrow, just be patient.

Chu Zheng frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, he said softly:

Take this back, I have something else I want to ask you for help with.

As the eldest lady's personal maid, Xiaocai's every move is in the eyes of others.

The ban will be lifted normally tomorrow, so it's better not to eat this steamed bun to avoid causing unnecessary complications.

What's the matter? Please tell me quickly, I only have a short time.

Xiao Cai didn't ask any more questions and retracted his hand, slightly anxious.

The jade cup I broke the day before yesterday, where are the fragments now?

…

…

In the courtyard, heavy snow was falling.

Two figures stood in the corner of the courtyard, staring quietly at the woodshed, with a panoramic view of Xiaocai's every move.

Miss, go back and rest. Song Yun stood with an umbrella, looking at the thin dress on the woman's body, slightly worried.

What did he say when you went there in the afternoon?

Say thank you for your grace.

Grace? A good dog.

The woman sneered coldly, her hands hidden in her sleeves gradually tightened, and she turned and left.

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