Zhang Xiaoman had a fantasy. After practicing and regaining his identity as the great devil in the spiritual world, he looked at all living beings from a God's perspective...

"Hey!" He sighed slightly. He is just a mortal, and he is just a mortal, and he should practice honestly!

Still sitting cross-legged on the round stone under the statue of the god in the mountain temple, wrapping her hands around her abdomen, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...

A cold breath rose from under the round stone, continuously entering from the chrysanthemum, flowing through the spine, gathering at the Baihui point, and then flowing from the Danzhong point to the Dantian. The Dantian filtered these breaths into the perineum, and finally pouring into the egg sac.

This breath is cool as soon as it enters the body. After circulating in the body, it becomes warm after entering the egg sac.

The feeling was like a soft and boneless slim jade hand, and the life root trembled a few times, and it seemed to have become thicker and grew a little more.

This technique is really worthy of being called Xiaoyao Art. Practicing and gathering spiritual energy is so exciting.

Even if Zhang Xiaoman is only six or seven years old, what effect will it be if he increases his or her hormones and hormones secretion increase as he grows older?

Zhang Xiaoman naturally had no intention of thinking about things that had lasted for so long, but he enjoyed this kind of cultivation and was intoxicated by the numb beauty.

Every time after practicing, Xiao Dingding seemed to be bitten by an ant, and felt a numb feeling.

When he practiced the Xiaoyao Art in his previous life and then broke the realm of the sky, he encountered killing, which led to his failure in breakthroughs. In other words, what he practiced must have been flaws. Otherwise, with a solid foundation, he would finally break through to the realm.

Even if you encounter an ambush, you will not be scattered.

Thinking of the fate of his soul scattered in his previous life, it seems that as the great devil in the spiritual world, his enemy is absolutely simple.

What kind of world is that?

Zhang Xiaoman worked hard to piece together the pieces of memory, but he couldn't put together any of the things in that world.

It is already very good to be able to remember the basic practice of Xiaoyao Art - gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

However, he believed that with his continuous practice, he would definitely be able to repair his damaged memories, including Zhang Xiaoman from Shike Village in his previous life, and he would definitely be able to recover them.

At present, we cannot act too quickly. If you want to do it quickly, you will not achieve it. You can proceed step by step. It is a blessing to be able to remember the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the fragments of memory.

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After finishing his practice, Zhang Xiaoman came out of the mountain temple, walked home with his schoolbag on his back.

As soon as I arrived at the house, there was a smell of eggs floating in the usually deserted house.

I saw that father Zhang Daman standing behind the house from a distance, looking at him. He looked a bit like a traitor. I wonder if he was planning something stealing.

Since Zhang Xiaoman gradually gained fragments of memory, although he has relied on Zhang Daman, he still looks down on this man in his heart.

Living so naughtyly and having a bad face all day long is a typical example of failure cases among men.

It’s strange. Usually, Zhang Daman definitely can’t cook until it’s dark. Did the sun rise from the west today?

Before entering the house, Zhang Xiaoman was already hungry and felt the smell of the supper.

"Da Da!"

As soon as Zhang Xiaoman returned to Zhang Daman, he immediately became cute. He didn't want to be seen. He was the great devil in the spiritual world who had lived for thousands of years.

He still grabbed Zhang Daman's trousers cutely, raised his head and shouted sweetly.

Today, Zhang Daman was in a good mood. He squatted down and picked up Zhang Xiaoman with a smile on his face like a blooming flower. "Xiaoman, be good, walk into the house for supper."

"Dad, are your head clamped by the door?" Zhang Xiaoman blinked his bright big eyes and asked sweetly and cutely.

Zhang Daman was stunned for a moment. Why is this son so cute? Hiss? Hiss. This word should not have been popular in the early 1990s, right? How could he?

Could it be that he already has a memory?

Thinking of this, Zhang Daman couldn't help but feel "splitting" in his heart. If Zhang Xiaoman had the memory of his previous life, knew that he was the future, and after being reborn, he became his own father, would such a chaotic relationship be bad?

Zhang Daman spent a lot of effort to accept the rebirth of his father, and his childhood self became his own son.

It was so fucking bad that there was an extra father for no reason, and he seemed to jump out of a crack in the stone.

However, of course, he would not ask Zhang Xiaoman directly. As a reborn person, even if he has no memory, some behavioral habits have been developed for many years.

He couldn't guess whether Zhang Xiaoman had memories of his past life like him after he was reborn.

Judging from the online novels he had read for 50 cents in his previous life, the popular mainstream routines, rebirth, are all memory-related.

Most of them rely on the information they had in advance in their previous lives to collect intensive taxes and quickly become rich people. Then they pretended to be slapped in the face, counterattacked by the rich and handsome, slapped the second generation of rich and second generation officials, married the rich and beautiful women, and reached the peak of their lives.

Like Zhang Daman, who is reborn and becomes two selfs, is already very alternative, not trendy or mainstream.

If he knew that Zhang Xiaoman's identity was far more than the elementary school student in Shike Village, or the identity of a great devil in the spiritual world, he would be even more shocked.

In this clean world, there is no other world, let alone a spiritual world or a great demon king, who practices thousands or tens of thousands of times, that is a monster!

The facts are far beyond Zhang Daman's imagination. The only thing he can do now is to make himself rich, become a rich man, and train Zhang Xiaoman to become a talent.

With the current conditions, we can only consider the path of planting mulberry trees and raising silkworms.

Although he has returned from rebirth, this is an era of gold everywhere, and the key is that he will not have anything else.

If he has some other skills and knows IT, he can go to Mr. Yun from the Lao Ma family. If he follows him, he will not be able to become the richest man in many years. He will also be a capable player under the richest man.

The problem is that he won't!

Or, when developing real estate, as housing prices soar, he can speculate on housing anyway and become a rich man.

The tragedy is that real estate is just watching others make money, the house belongs to others, and real estate belongs to others, and it has nothing to do with him.

He has seriously considered these industry projects that have become rich in more than ten or twenty years, and they are not much related to him.

So he gave up the idea of ​​becoming the richest man and making it to the Forbes Rich List project industry and doing his familiar old business.

In any industry, only by being at the forefront and becoming the person at the top of the pyramid is not a snail, but awesome.
Chapter completed!