After developing a villain heroine, they came after her

Chapter 17 Starting from scratch Starting from 0



Chapter 17 Starting over from scratch

The spiritual platform was completely shattered.

A heartbreaking pain followed, making Chen An frown slightly.

Fortunately, he had already built up his resistance in this area, so he would not be rolling around in pain and dying.

His idea is also very simple.

Since the shattering of the spiritual platform is an established fact, it cannot be reversed.

Then just let it break into pieces more thoroughly.

It's nothing more than losing all your cultivation and starting from scratch.

But Chen An didn't feel very sad.

He may not be very talented in other areas, but he is still somewhat confident in his practice.

In his ninth life, he spent three days exploring the mortal world and embarked on Qi training.

Then the foundation will be built in thirty days, and the elixir will be formed in three months.

For him, breaking through the realm is as simple as eating and drinking.

There are no bottlenecks encountered by normal monks here in Chen An.

His body is automatically absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth all the time, and even eating and sleeping are practices.

His body is like an extremely tempting cake to the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, tempting those spiritual energy wandering between heaven and earth anytime and anywhere.

That's why Chen An often keeps this sentence on his lips.

"Practice is not difficult at all."

It's nothing more than waiting for the spiritual power to accumulate to a certain level, and then breaking through.

Everything just fell into place, just as it should be.

Other monks practice against the will of heaven, practicing diligently every moment, and do not dare to stop for a moment in order to pursue the great path.

But Chen An is different.

When it comes to spiritual practice, you should eat and drink as you should, and that’s enough.

……

……

The shit-yellow minibus finally rolled into the town and stopped slowly at a traffic light.

Chen An turned his head and looked out the window. The scenery he saw seemed so strange and familiar.

Strange because he has experienced nine lives and is still a young man when he returns, so he feels a little strange.

Familiar because the town is an indelible part of his memory.

The bumpy roads and deserted streets.

He had little impression of Qing City, but he remembered many things in the town clearly.

For example, if you look at the traffic light in front of you and drive a few hundred meters ahead, you can see the old iron gate of the orphanage.

There is also the tobacco, alcohol and non-staple food shop on the roadside, which has been open for many years. The shops next to it have been replaced one after another, but it is still standing.

There is also the old lady who sets up a stall in front of the cigarette shop. She will appear here on time every afternoon around three o'clock.

Because the elementary school across the street usually ends at four o'clock.

Since it is opened opposite a primary school, the stall sells some of the things that children love to eat.

For example, hot dog sausages, scallion pancakes, etc.

But what Chen An likes most is the cold noodles made by her grandmother.

The noodles are very chewy and the condiments are very satisfying to his taste.

My thoughts were spinning for no reason, and everything in the town seemed to have never changed.

It has not been affected by the rapid development of modern society.

After all, it's just a smaller town underneath a small city.

Except for some left-behind children, there are almost no other young people in the town.

At this time, there was a sound of men arguing from the front of the minibus.

Chen Anxun looked around and saw the driver of the minibus holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding a mobile phone to his ear with the other hand.

A lot of spittle came out of his mouth because he was speaking impatiently.

<divclass="contentadv"> "I know, I know, don't you think it's annoying for you to be on the phone all day long?"

"Bring it, bring it, what are you going to say about the last time you forgot to bring some soy sauce? You really have a big brain."

"Okay, no more talking. I'll get off work soon. I'll talk to you when I get back..."

The man's intermittent words came, it must be his wife at home urging him to go home.

Although the town is a little behind and the wages are a little low, the good thing is that it is close to home and there is no need to work overtime.

The green light came on, and the minibus shuddered and started slowly.

When arriving at the roadside of the welfare home, Chen An shouted to get out of the car.

Buses in this kind of small town are like this. They stop at any time and there is no stopping platform.

Chen An got out of the car and looked at the sky. It was getting dark now.

The surrounding area was also quiet, except for a canteen next to the orphanage that was still open.

Chen An raised his legs and walked over.

The boss is an unshaven uncle. I heard that he struggled in big cities for a long time in his early years, and once created the legend of a small town with a monthly income of one million.

However, the good times did not last long. In the second year, I lost all my money because I was addicted to stock trading.

If others are afraid, I will increase my position; if others lose a small amount, I will go bankrupt.

From then on, he was depressed and lived a life of confusion all day long. His once sweet wife also ran away three months later.

But the uncle never said a bad word about women.

He just packed his luggage silently and returned to the town where he was born and raised.

Then I borrowed money from a good friend from the past and opened a small shop.

Now I just visit this canteen every day, watch football and drink some wine.

In short, there is no escaping the life of most frustrated middle-aged men.

The uncle's name is Wang Liang, and the sign hanging on the canteen is Wang Liang's Non-staple Food Store.

He was lying on the rocking chair, his hands clasped behind his head, and his eyes narrowed as he watched TV.

Hearing the footsteps, the man raised his head and saw that it was Chen An. He quickly turned over and climbed up.

The uncle smiled heartily, "Good guy, isn't this the top pick in our town? Why did he come back so quietly?"

Chen An smiled back: "Uncle Wang, you're back."

Wang Liang chuckled and subconsciously dug into his trouser pocket, but he immediately remembered that the boy in front of him did not smoke, so he put it back angrily.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back."

He patted the shelves and said with some emotion, "There are so many children walking out of the orphanage, but you are the one who likes to run back the most."

"Maybe big cities are too busy."

Wang Liang looked over, "Why, I thought your Uncle Wang had never been in a big city, right?"

As he spoke, he wanted to brag about his glorious deeds back then.

But when he saw the young man's plain expression, he laughed at himself and stopped asking for trouble.

He then said, "Busy, how busy can you be? I'm used to living in big cities and don't want to come back."

"You guys said this, are you going to be 'busy' after you go to college or graduate?"

Chen An shook his head, "I'm not busy. If I come back more often, I'll be back for them."

Wang Liang snorted, "Okay, I won't bullshit you anymore. I'll get you whatever you want."

Chen An glanced at the shelves. Most of them contained spicy snacks that children loved to eat, as well as more common oil, salt, soy sauce, etc.

He pointed to the pile of snacks.

"A little of everything."

These little snacks costing just a few cents are deeply loved by the children in the orphanage.

When Chen An was young, he also liked it very much.

After so many years, he has grown up, but his snacks have not changed.

The price is also as cheap as ever.


Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.