Ball Ball Cultivation

"The Han family is very loyal to the emperor. They truly live up to the principle that if the emperor wants his subjects to die, they must die."

"Going back a thousand years, not only you, but also your sister Han Xue, but I sealed part of her memory, only until she was sixteen, without any memory of Han Ku Ku. This is good for mental health.

By the way, Han Xue here has been trained as a prince's consort since she was a child. She is very good at diplomatic etiquette, managing household affairs, and interpersonal relationships. Everyone who comes out of the palace can act. After returning, Han Yuan only needs to teach Han Xue the shots and techniques, and she will be able to perfectly interpret the script.

"I will allow you to travel through time and exchange souls. Your spirit and soul will be separated from your body. This will last for a maximum of a hundred days. After a hundred days, you will return to your respective places. Otherwise, your souls will be damaged."

After all, cheating is too obvious and the rules of nature do not allow it.

The moon was at its zenith, and Han Chou woke up from his dream. In this ancient society, Han Chou was considered to be both civil and military. After receiving all of Han Chou's memories, he could also perform light skills.

Following the instructions given by the ball in his mind, he ran all the way to a yellow forest. When he saw the familiar Duoduo tree, his wandering heart immediately felt at peace.

Han Chou gently brushed the tree trunk with his hand and whispered, "Ancestor, are you there?"

The tree in front of him, which was tens of meters thick, shrank rapidly and finally turned into a thumb-sized ring, which was worn on Han Chou's right thumb.

Qiuqiu: "I'll give you a healing pill in advance. You can heal first, and then you have to post a task in exchange."

A slightly childish voice rang in Han Chou's ears: "Mission: rush back immediately and find out the hidden traitor.

Just a reminder, your little nephew is almost suffocated."

Han Chou trusted this ancestor very much. After taking the healing pill, he flew back immediately without even refining it.

Qiuqiu's gloating voice rang out again in his ears: "It's best to pretend to be seriously injured and not reveal the truth. Not only can you hide yourself, but you don't have to bother explaining why you recovered from your serious injury."

Qiuqiu's soul resides in the heart of the Duoduo tree. In modern times, spiritual energy is scarce. In order to nourish the fragments of Qiuqiu's soul, the Duoduo tree has almost exhausted all its energy.

However, with the help of Qiuqiu's soul power, he used the Duoduo Tree's innate magical power to open a time channel, allowing Qiuqiu to return to more than a thousand years ago.

Although the spiritual energy here is thin, the Duoduo tree still retains some energy, and can still basically change its size and shape.

Han Chou used his lightness skills and returned to the villa in just a few breaths. Han Xue lived in Xueqionglu, and the little grandson was arranged to sleep in the east bedroom where Han Xue slept.

Standing outside were the guards brought by Han Chou. He looked through the window and saw the little prince sleeping soundly.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he saw a dark shadow coming out from behind the bed, holding a small pillow to cover the little prince's mouth and nose.

Han Chou's eyes were bloodshot. He picked up the sword of the guard beside him and threw it at the man in black through the window.

Then he kicked open the door, swung his palm at the man in black with all his strength, and picked up his little nephew who was lying on the bed, all in one go.

The two guards who followed in quickly subdued the man in black who was stabbed.

The commotion here alarmed the entire courtyard. After looking around, Prince An was nowhere to be found. Han Chou said sternly, "Go and invite Prince An."

The guards outside the door knelt on the ground and apologized.

Seeing Prince An approaching in slippers, Han Chou handed his nephew to Prince An. He collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Trying to stay awake, he said weakly, "There might be a secret passage in the side hall. Prince An, please check carefully."

He gave a wink to the guard beside him, indicating that he should take him back to recuperate, and then he fell into a coma.

After all, this is the imperial mausoleum, the ancestral land of the royal family. Things like secret passages are too confidential for Han Chou to interfere.

That's why the task of tracking down the assassin was completely handed over to Prince An. As for whether the secret passage in the room was connected to the imperial mausoleum, it was not for him to know.

After being carried back to the guest room by the guards and lying on the bed, Han Chou opened his eyes, waved away the guards, and whispered to Qiuqiu: "Ancestor, the mission is completed. Is there any reward?"

Qiuqiu: "You don't have to say anything, just recite it in your heart and I can feel it. That pill is the reward, but this matter is urgent. I can give you an additional ten Wind Talismans. Next task: collect food and supplies as soon as possible and send them to the border."

This was a feudal society with low productivity and grain production, and it was difficult to raise grain privately.

Han Chou also found this task difficult: "Time is tight and the task is urgent. Old Ancestor, do you have any gift packs for beginners?"

Qiuqiu rummaged around in the utility room in the space and said, "This, this is fine. A puppet, rather dull, only able to follow orders, the kind that can lie on the bed and confuse people."

Han Chou has been mature since childhood, and now his youthful spirit has been aroused. He finds that as long as he acts coquettishly, the ancestor will indulge him. It would be a waste not to take the free benefits.

Han Chou: "Ancestor, is there anything else? Please add some more. Please have pity on the child."

Qiuqiu quickly regained his majestic voice: "What do you want?"

As a member of a modern military family, Han Chou's request was very pragmatic: "Do you have a pistol?"

Qiuqiu: "Don't even think about it. This isn't something from this era. If I take it out, Heaven will exclude you in a minute. Maybe even humanity will destroy you."

Han Chou just said that talismans can be used, but guns and ammunition cannot. What's the reason?

Because of the existence of Duoduo trees, low-level talismans and elixirs in the world of cultivation can be used within the permitted range.

Han Chou drooped his head and said, "Old Ancestor, please give me something to save my life, an amulet or something will do."

Qiuqiu: "There are three amulets. Give one to the little grandson."

Han Chou: "I want to give one to Xiaoxue."

Qiuqiu: "No, she won't be in any danger. It's not necessary." After all, there is still a halo of luck on her head.

Han Chou: "Okay, the gift package ends here. If you need anything in the future, I'll open another one."

Qiuqiu: "Ah, that's fine too."

The child is really smart. He sees the uncertainty of the golden finger. With the tolerance of the ancestor towards him, he can use this as an excuse to ask for the golden finger when he encounters difficulties in the future.

Qiuqiu: "Take out the puppet, activate it, and put it on the bed to make it sleep for you. Then we can go and rob the thieves and steal their food."

Han Chou suddenly became interested: "Ancestor, how do you say to use it?"

Qiuqiu: "Leave a note for Han Xue that only you can understand, and ask her to memorize some formulas when she's free. She's a science genius. Not to mention cement, she knows all about limestone, soap, glass, silver mirror, penicillin, etc. These things are the secret recipe to making money.

The more inventions that improve people's livelihood, such as plows, looms, and water wheels, the better."

Han Chou knew that this was the best way to accumulate strength.

Qiuqiu took out the puppet and floated it in front of Han Chou: "Drip a drop of your blood on the puppet's brow, and the puppet will transform into your appearance. In the eyes of everyone, you are seriously injured and should be lying in bed sleeping."