Eyes filled with mist, chaos and mist.

"Is this?" Jiang Han suddenly opened his eyes, feeling that everything around him was like mist and he couldn't see anything clearly. However, the real touch made his heart tremble slightly.

A physical body, he has a physical body.

Although he has been in hell for 90,000 years, he will experience the pain of stone grinding every day and experience the pain of physical destruction. However, how can the physical body with concentrated spiritual power compare to his real physical body?

"He's really reincarnated!" Jiang Han was certain in his heart.

The moment he entered reincarnation, his soul seemed to have been born here.

The magical power of reincarnation between heaven and earth is difficult for people to understand.

"Drinking Meng Po Soup, logically the cause and effect of my past life has been cut off, so my memory should be blocked, but why can I still remember my past life?" Jiang Han felt cold in his heart: "Could it be the owner of the purple blood, what tricks did he arrange?

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"That's all, no matter what means we have, what can we do? No matter how bad the situation is, can it be worse than the previous life?" Jiang Han shook his head and suppressed this thought.

"I don't know how long it will take before I'm actually born!" Jiang Han thought.

He is now in his mother's womb, his body is not fully developed, and his sea of ​​consciousness is not stable. With the power of his soul now, he cannot emit spiritual sense at all, and he cannot even control his body.

After reincarnation, his originally powerful soul had only the last remaining aura left.

"There is no god and no image. Is this the primary state of the soul?" Jiang Han's thoughts fluctuated, and in the sea of ​​consciousness, he used his "heart" to observe that his soul, which had been gathered together and was almost like a yin god, had dispersed again.

"It is said in the underworld that the primary state is the innate state of human beings. If you gather your thoughts together, you can lay the foundation of the soul and prepare for the holy path in the future."

The underworld is a world of soul cultivation. Ghosts have no body and are insulated from martial arts. Jiang Han has been in the underworld for hundreds of years, so he naturally understands the techniques of the soul.

"Regardless of whether the theory of the First Yuan is accurate or not, in my current state, it seems that I can only pass the time by concentrating my soul." Jiang Han couldn't help but chuckle. He has been sinking for ninety thousand years. When is he not walking on the edge of life and death?

Have you ever had such a leisurely time?

"Concentrate your soul and visualize!"

In the sea of ​​his thoughts and consciousness, an article of divine soul skills - "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Meditation" emerged.

After serving as a ghost soldier for hundreds of years, Jiang Han only guarded the Black Stone Bridge, but he had also acquired this soul cultivation method that was widely spread in the underworld. In terms of quality, this method was just a common commodity.

"It has been passed down for endless years, at least it is safe enough." Jiang Han chuckled.

Although some powerful exercises have amazing effects, many are only aimed at specific groups of people. For exercises that are truly widely spread to all living beings, the first thing they need is safety.

After all, I am just a baby now. My brain is not fully developed and my consciousness is not fully expanded. Safety is the most important thing.

"This is an ordinary visualization method, but for the past ninety thousand years, it has been my belief book!" Jiang Han closed his eyes.

If he hadn't persisted in practicing this technique for ninety thousand years, perhaps his soul would have been shattered and he would have died.

"Buzz!"

A Buddha with a compassionate face appeared in his mind. This Buddha held a Vajra Banner in his left hand and performed the fearless seal in his right hand. Behind him, the worlds of the ten directions seemed to be looming, emitting endless light.

The heart is like a mirror!

Ordinary humans are distracted and cannot calm down easily, but after Jiang Han has been tortured in hell for tens of thousands of years, his heart has been tempered to be extremely tough. His heart has easily calmed down and entered the state of gathering souls.

The so-called geniuses in the world can only do one thing to the extreme. For ninety thousand years, even the most common divine soul skills are no less than the peerless divine scriptures in Jiang Han's hands.

In the sea of ​​mind and consciousness in his brain, the hazy and faint thoughts of the soul began to slowly gather under the influence of various mysterious forces, and traces of dark mist continued to flow into it, making Jiang Han's still-developing sea of ​​mind and consciousness slowly gather.

Becoming wider and deeper.

Time flies by!

...

The winter of 8982 in the Great Zhou Calendar.

Yanzhou, Jiangbei County, Hongcheng, Jiangshi Villa.

At this time, in a spacious courtyard in Neizhuang, many people were gathered inside and outside, all wearing gorgeous clothes and armor, waiting quietly.

One of the young men in white clothes had an extraordinary bearing and a very calm face. He was sitting on a stone chair in the courtyard and was reading a thick book.

"Zheng'er, are you giving birth?" A strong old man wearing a bearskin coat laughed and entered the courtyard gate.

"Father, aren't you preparing for the sacrificial ceremony?" The young man in white stood up slowly, with a smile on his handsome face. Although his wife was giving birth, he was not in a hurry.

"Haha, what's more important than the birth of my grandson? Your eldest brother is organizing the sacrificial ceremony in the village, and he will start to get familiar with it." The old man smiled casually.

The young man in white was also smiling. The two of them were talking, and the whole courtyard immediately became quiet. No one dared to move at all. Obviously, the status of the two of them was very high in the village.

At this moment, the baby's cry came from the hall that was covered by layers of bead curtains.

Soon, a maid came out with a wrapped baby in her arms. Her face was full of smiles: "The owner of the village, the second master, is a young master."

"How is Madam?" The young man in white smiled softly and asked about his wife's condition.

"Madam is fine. She is resting inside now. The second master still needs to wait for a while before he can go in." The maid said quickly.

"Well, okay!" The young man in white nodded slightly, and then looked at the baby in the maid's arms.

The strong old man next to him moved his hand lightly, and an invisible wave popped out. He took the baby out of thin air and fell into his hands. He looked at the baby's little face and the old man couldn't help but laugh: "It's a belt handler."

Yes, not bad, not bad.”

Slightly tilting his head, the sturdy old man said to an old man in a green robe in the distance: "Old Mo, please go down and give Wenpo who delivers the baby today all rewards with five yuan stones. At the same time, the sacrificial ceremony is suspended and will be changed to a birthday celebration tomorrow. The villa

The servants of the farmers also have a day off."

"Congratulations to the owner of the village, I'll do it right away!" the old man in green robe behind him said with a smile.

After a while, the young man in white smiled and said: "Father, give me the child and show it to Weier."

"Well, okay." The old man nodded and suddenly said: "Zheng'er, has the child been named?"

The young man in white was startled for a moment, thinking for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let's call him Jiang Han!"

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In an instant, Jiang Han felt the world spinning, and he knew that he was probably born.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

He desperately tried to open his eyes, but he felt dizzy and cried involuntarily. This was just a baby's instinct.

After a while, it finally calmed down.

Jiang Han wanted to see the outside world, but unfortunately, the child's eyes had just seen the world, and were blurry and difficult to see, and he could not see very far away.

"Weier, I look a lot like you!" A chuckle sounded in Jiang Han's ears, and then, a human face came over.

At such a close distance, Jiang Han's eyes rolled and he finally saw clearly.

He is a man with handsome features and sharp eyes, an extraordinary temperament, and an indescribable feeling of being connected by blood.

"Is this my father in this life? But he looks so young." After a while after he was born, Jiang Han gradually gained control of his current body. With the strength of his soul now, it is not a big deal to control this small body.

Disaster.

"Weier, how are you? Are you feeling okay?" The young man in white sat beside the bed and asked with concern.

"It's okay." A gentle voice came into Jiang Han's ears: "Show me the child."

What reflected in Jiang Han's eyes was a smiling woman who looked quite young. Her appearance was not peerless, but the care and warmth in her eyes made Jiang Han move slightly.

"My mother?" A trace of warmth flowed through his heart.

"In this life, I walked in Yuqiao. It seems that I was born into a wealthy family. However, the word "rich" is difficult to define, and I don't know the specific circumstances of my parents." Jiang Han thought silently.

"Weier, we met in Hanshan back then, so I want our child to be named Jiang Han!" The young man's gentle voice sounded, looking at his wife.

"Jiang Han? Is this fate? Or a coincidence?" Jiang Han's heart sank. He had an inexplicable feeling. Why did his name coincide so much after his reincarnation? Is all this really being manipulated?

"I can't resist, so just accept it and save me the trouble of changing my name!"

"Jiang Han?" The woman nodded, as if she was recalling something, her eyebrows trembling slightly, looking at Jiang Han's little face that was not so smooth because he was just born: "Child, did you hear that? Your name is Jiang Han, your name is Jiang Han.

Your father’s name is Jiang Zheng, and your mother’s name is Han Qingwei.”

The woman's voice was very soft, but it had a warm meaning.

The young man's gentle voice sounded, with the meaning of warning: "Weier, pay attention to your name."

"Well, Brother Zheng, I understand. My name here is Qin Wei." The woman smiled and gently shook the baby in her arms.

"Father Jiang Zheng? Mother Han Qingwei, or Qin Wei?" Jiang Han didn't understand, but could only write it down silently.

That sense of blood connection and the intimacy in his eyes touched Jiang Han's long-frozen heart.

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Chapter completed!