Join the time traveler chat group, but I haven’t time travelled.

Chapter 103

Earth.

"buzz"

A white light flashed, and Su Qing returned to his living room.

Time is still the second before he left.

Looking around, nothing has changed, just as it was when I left.

"call"

Su Qing let out a sigh of relief, and the murderous intent in his eyes slowly disappeared.

"Everyone, this live broadcast ends here. See you next time."

Looking at the camera, Su Qing regained her boy-next-door calmness and said with a smile.

"Brother, are you okay? It doesn't feel right looking at you!"

"Too many people have been killed. Let's take some time to recuperate."

Xie Yuanshan noticed something was wrong and reminded him.

"When Brother Xie said this, I also noticed that Brother Su's eyes were very cold."

"I also experienced it at that time. I killed as many people as my little brother, but I was fine after I rested for a while."

"No wonder Brother Su rushed back immediately. It turns out something is wrong with his condition."

"It's better to listen to Brother Xie and take a good rest."

After hearing what Xie Yuanshan said, other group members also noticed and tried to persuade him.

"It's okay, I will pay attention. Thank you everyone for your concern."

Killing too many people does have sequelae, and he is filled with a desire for destruction.

There is a cold-blooded feeling of treating human life as trivial and not taking human life seriously.

Su Qing also knew in his heart that he would come back immediately after dealing with the Jin soldiers' siege.

"Remember to tell us if you have anything."

"Yes, we are all fellow earthlings and should help each other."

After chatting for a while, Su Qing closed the live broadcast room and uploaded the screen recording video to the group file.

Afterwards, he went to the kitchen to cook the rice, and then took out a pound of master-level red tiger demon meat from his pocket.

After breaking through to the innate realm of martial arts, he could eat a pound of tiger monster meat a day.

Cut the tiger monster into thin slices and sprinkle with seasonings before steaming it in a pot.

Afterwards, he came to the bathroom, took off his armor, and put it into his portable space.

Turning on the shower head and pouring cold tap water from above her head, Su Qing began to reflect on her first time travel.

From receiving Zhao Xiangyun's request for help to traveling back through time, it took less than a day.

Time was tight, and he did not have much time to sort out the affairs of the Northern Song Dynasty court, nor did he care about the reactions of the courtiers and the people of the world.

They could only use strong methods to dethrone Emperor Huiqin from the throne and help Zhao Xiangyun ascend to the throne.

Then, with ruthless and unparalleled force in the world, he forcibly killed the golden soldiers besieging the city and captured their commander.

Use a sharp knife to cut through the mess and resolve the crisis Zhao Xiangyun is currently facing.

"Clearing the obstacles for her and helping her ascend to the throne can be regarded as the most benevolent and righteous act."

"I left the F-class armor and long sword. I think Zhao Xiangyun can handle it."

"As long as she accumulates 50 points in a few days and buys a superpower fruit, she will have no worries anymore."

After sorting out the gains and losses, Su Qing was completely relieved.

As long as Zhao Xiangyun is not stupid, he will know how to deal with it later, so there is no need for him to worry.

When she awakens her powers, even if Emperor Huiqin and the officials repent, she will be able to escape easily.

The world is so big that she can control it freely.

"10 taels of gold, 50 taels of silver, and four boxes of jewelry and jade."

"Total value. Nearly 45 billion?"

Afterwards, Su Qing cleaned up the souvenirs given by Zhao Xiangyun.

There was no wave in his heart, as if this was not 45 billion, but 45 yuan.

When money reaches a certain amount, it is really just a series of cold numbers.

"I originally thought that cross-border transactions were huge profits, but I didn't expect that traveling across the world to do missions would be more profitable!"

"It's just that, at my current level, the help of worldly money is minimal."

After wiping away the water stains on her body, Su Qing put on a set of dry clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Innate realm warriors, bronze-level superpowers, and Taoist priests in the Qi training stage are existences beyond the limits of mortals.

Worldly fame and fortune have a greatly reduced effect on existence at this level.

At this time, Su Qing understood more and more why monks were said to be indifferent to fame and fortune and ignored worldly matters.

When embarking on the path of spiritual practice, it is not that you have no desires and desires, but the desires in your heart are stronger than those of ordinary people.

The Xiantian realm has just transcended the worldly world. Although he can dominate among mortals, he is far from being a strong one.

He wants to become stronger, this is the instinct engraved in his genes!

When I came to the kitchen, I opened the lid of the pot and saw that the tiger demon meat was steamed, and a refreshing fragrance hit my nostrils.

"It's delicious!"

Putting the tiger monster meat on the table, Su Qing mixed a plate of chili sauce as a dipping sauce.

Then, he fried another green vegetable, and the rice was just ready.

It happened that he was also hungry at this time, so he wolfed down the food.

After dinner, it was almost 12:[-] noon.

"Ding dong."

The doorbell rang. Su Qing looked at the time and guessed that his little cousin had come to learn painting.

When he opened the door, he saw Su Zichen outside.

"Brother Qing, I'm here."

"Come in quickly, I've just finished my meal."

After greeting his cousin to come in, Su Qing took him to the study.

"I won't teach you today. I have itchy hands and want to draw."

"Just watch from the sidelines and see if you can learn something."

After grinding the ink, Su Qing began to splash the ink.

In an instant, a picture of "Golden Soldiers Encircling Bianliang" was released.

In the Daqing Palace, the emperor and his ministers discussed whether they should surrender and how to maximize their benefits;

In the harem, the concubines and the emperor's concubines cried together, all of them looked sad and frightened, as if they were mourning their heirs;

In Bianliang City, the Imperial Guards were plundering people's belongings everywhere, like ghosts escaping from the underworld during the Ghost Festival;
In the camp outside the city, the Jin soldiers indulged themselves in pleasure, enjoying the beauties sent by the Song Dynasty monarchs and ministers, with arrogant expressions on their faces;
The tall Bianliang city wall, the ministers who are greedy for life and afraid of death, the empress who is crying, the terrified people, the ferocious golden soldiers
All kinds of things in the world are vividly displayed on the paper.

Because Su Qing has seen the real Bianliang City, the two Huiqin Sects, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, the two commanders of the Jin Army's East and West Route Army, the common people at the bottom, and...
He had seen the clothing and style of the late Northern Song Dynasty, as well as the various expressions of its key figures.

Therefore, the picture he drew of "Golden Soldiers Encircling Bianliang" extremely restores everything that happened on the eve of the Jingkang Disgrace.

Whether it is the structure of the house, the clothing, the charm of the characters, or the thoughts of each person, they are all restored one to one.

In addition, he witnessed the scene with his own eyes, which instilled a sense of sadness and indignation when painting.

This painting is not only rich in details and lifelike, but also full of a strong artistic conception of "the country is in turmoil and its life is in jeopardy."

It makes people feel like they are there, as if they have returned to the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty, the moment of Jingkang's humiliation.

"Brother Qing, the painting is so good. Is this the shame of Jingkang? I heard my sister once told me."

"I feel like I have traveled through time and space. I feel very sad and my chest is clogged."

After watching Su Qing's painting, Su Zichen was moved by the artistic conception in the painting and shed tears.

"Well, this is the famous Jingkang shame incident in history. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were conquered by foreigners. Emperor Zhao of the Northern Song Dynasty went out of the city and surrendered, humiliating the Han people."

After finishing the painting, most of the depression gathered in Su Qing's heart dissipated and she felt much more relaxed.

He tasted it carefully and found that it was good, good, and his painting skills had improved again!

Very satisfied, he named the painting and stamped it with his personal seal.

To date, he has four of the most successful paintings he has ever painted.

In addition to this one, "Golden Soldiers Encircling Bianliang", there are five paintings.

The "Tiger Descending Mountain Picture" was in Wang Jingui's hands, and he got 500 million plus a house in the countryside.

He kept the remaining three paintings in his hands without any intention of selling them to anyone else.

"I heard from my dad, Brother Qing, you sold a painting for 500 million, is it true?" Seeing the painting completely completed, Su Zichen scratched his head and asked.

"Well, your dad is right, it was only two months ago."

Su Qing nodded and admitted, looking at his expression, he asked: "Why, what do you think?"

"Really, it's great!"

The excitement on Su Zichen's face was beyond words and he shouted.

"It would be great if I can sell a painting for five hundred, fifty, fifty thousand in the future."

"One painting can be sold for 50 yuan, and ten paintings can be sold for [-] yuan."

"Haha, I'm rich!"

After getting over the excitement, he began to make small calculations with great joy, and his laughter almost flowed out.

"Wake up, stop dreaming. If you want your paintings to be valuable, you're still far from it."

"Study hard."

Su Qing tapped him on the shoulder, interrupting his fantasy.

This young man wants nothing but good things!
"Hey, I know my level is still far behind. Isn't this just hysteria?"

Su Zichen sighed as he woke up from his sweet dream.

"Okay, let's go to school. It's getting late."

"I won't ask you what you have learned. Just think about it yourself."

Seeing that it was two o'clock, Su Qing sent him back to school.

"Okay, Brother Qing, I'll leave first."

Su Zichen said hello and left.

At this time, the ink stains on the "Picture of Jin Soldiers Encircling Bianliang" were drying in the shade.

"Things are rare and expensive. If I sell too many, my paintings will be worthless."

"Besides, I don't lack those three melons and two dates now."

"Unless I can't refuse, I won't sell paintings anymore."

Su Qing put it away and put it together with the other three paintings, thinking to himself.

After putting away the paintings, he was about to leave the study, but inadvertently saw the musical instruments placed next to the bookshelf.

To be precise, it was a guqin placed on the shelf, and I couldn't help but feel a little moved in my heart.

"Play a tune!"

"It's just you, the Qin Xiao ensemble of Swordsman!"

Picking up the guqin, Su Qing walked to the balcony and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Putting the guqin on his lap, he waved his hand to pluck the strings, and a 'Pure Heart Universal Good Mantra' flowed out.

In an instant, a sense of chilling and sharpness, as well as the aura of gold and iron, suddenly hit his face.

After the prelude, it turned sharply upward, and the rhythm began to become gentle and gentle.

But his temperament began to become free and flying, unruly but not wild, just like the breeze blowing over the bright moon.

People can't help but think of Li Bai's poem "Sing high to get drunk and masturbate, dance to win the glory of the setting sun".

After a while, the clanging sound, which seemed to have the intention of killing, turned softer, with the pitch rising and falling.

Although extremely complex and varied, each sound is ups and downs, sweet and moving.

"The ancients said that playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting can cultivate the mind and character. I will not deceive you if you are honest!"

"Ha ha."

The sound of the piano stopped with a sharp clang, and Su Qing couldn't help laughing.

By this time, his mentality had completely adjusted and he would never be affected again.

He walked slowly in the room with a leisurely and indifferent expression.

The parallel world of Da Qin.

The first emperor was 36 years old.

East County, suburbs.

A meteorite fell from the sky and caused a mountain fire. The fire burned for three days and three nights before it was extinguished.

This matter attracted the attention of the governor of Dongjun. The matter of Yinghuo Shouxin was not a trivial matter. He quickly sent people to Xianyang to report the matter to the First Emperor.

However, after Su Qing's live broadcast ended, Guo Daocheng's mind returned to his original world.

Looking around, it was pitch black, with traces left behind by wildfires everywhere.

"Nima, what's wrong with me transmigrating into a big rock?"

"Ah, my miserable and fantastic life!"

Guo Daocheng's heart was as cold and hard as a stone.

What's wrong with traveling through time, but actually traveling through time and becoming a piece of stone.

What the hell!
I just want to be a human being, is it so difficult?

【Name】: Guo Daocheng

【Age】：∞ years old
[Height]: Radius 1 meter

[Weight]: 30 tons

【Points】：1
【Wealth】: None

[Life Skills]: Driving (lv2 proficient), screwing (lv2 proficient)
[Battle Skill]: None

[Evaluation]: The unlucky guy who traveled through time and became a meteorite.

This is his list of attributes, a true unlucky guy.

"Fortunately, I have a chat group where I can brag with the group members, so it doesn't have to be so boring."

"It's good to make stones. You don't have to worry about dying again one day."

“When you check in and sign in, even if you get 1 point every day, it’s 365 points in a year, and 100 points in 36500 years.”

"When I accumulate enough points, I won't believe it anymore. It won't make me human!"

Looking at the chat group screen floating in front of him, Guo Daocheng comforted himself like this.

In the chat group mall, there are a dazzling array of skill and secret books on the supernatural side, Taoist side, martial arts side, immortal cultivation side, and fighting spirit magic side.

He believed that he could shed his stone body and become a new man.

"and many more."

"Stones, Mountain Fire, Da Qin."

"I'm not the meteorite that fell from the sky in the 36th year of Qin Shihuang's reign, am I?"

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Guo Daocheng's mind, and he was instantly confused when he thought of his origins.

Thanks to the history teacher, he still clearly remembers the history of the Qin Dynasty that he learned in his previous life.

"The Chronicles of Qin Shihuang in the Twelve Chronicles of the Historian" records: [In the 36th year, Yinghuo Shouxin.A falling star descended to Dongjun and turned into a stone when it reached the ground. Some people in Guizhou Province carved the stone saying, "The First Emperor died and the ground was divided."When the First Emperor heard about it, he sent his censors to question him, but he refused to accept it. He took out all the stones and killed them by burning them. 】

Combine it with your own origin and the word 'Da Qin' in the nickname of the chat group.

Guo Daocheng didn't know that he was the meteorite that fell in Dongjun.

"Holding the grass, doesn't that mean that before long, people will write the words 'The First Emperor died and the earth was divided' on me?"

"Then, after the First Emperor learned about it, he sent the censor over and destroyed me?"

"Zinima yo!"

Looking at the longevity column in the personal attribute list, Guo Daolin felt ironic.

So what if the longevity is endless? If it is destroyed, how can there be any future?

"No, I have to think of a way."

"Yes, ask the members, three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang."

An idea flashed in his mind, and Guo Daocheng cheered up.

Open the public group chat of the chat group and say:
"Who in my family understands? I'm finished!"

"I just suddenly discovered that I am actually the big meteorite that fell from the sky to Dongjun during the Qin Dynasty."

"Not long after, it will be destroyed by Qin Shihuang, and I will be finished, wuwu."

"I have not yet transformed into a human being, I have not yet married a wife, and I have not yet carried on the family lineage."

"What should I do? Brothers, help me think of a solution. Wait online. It's a bit urgent!"

He was about to cry without tears and begged the group members for help.

(End of this chapter)