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

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"

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

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

"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."

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

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.

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

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

"Zinima yo!"

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

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

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

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

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

"The total value is nearly 4.5 billion?"

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

"Brother Qing, I'm here."

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

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

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

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

"One painting can be sold for 50,000 yuan, and ten paintings can be sold for 500,000 yuan."

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

One can’t help but think of Li Bai’s poem “Singing high to be drunk and masturbating, dancing to win the glory of the setting sun”.

"Ah, my miserable and fantastic life!"

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

【Age】：∞ years old

[Height]: Radius 1 meter

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.

Open the public group chat of the chat group and say:

"Who in my family understands? I'm finished!"

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

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

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

"Really, that's great!"

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

"It smells so good!"

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

"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!"

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

"The Chronicles of Qin Shihuang in the Twelve Chronicles of the Historian" records: "In the thirty-sixth year, Yinghuo guarded his heart. A falling star descended to Dongjun, and when it reached the ground, it was turned into a stone. The head of Guizhou Province may have carved a 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. 】

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

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

"Play a tune!"

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

Su Zichen said hello and left.

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."

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

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

[Points]: 1

【Wealth】: None

【Name】: Guo Daocheng

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

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

“When you check in and sign in, even if you get 1 point every day, it’s 365 points in a year, and 36,500 points in a hundred years.”

After dinner, it was almost 12:30 noon.

East County, suburbs.

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

"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?"

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

"I'm not the meteorite that fell from the sky in the thirty-sixth year of Qin Shi Huang's reign, am I?"

"I heard from my dad, Brother Qing, you sold a painting for five million. Is it true?"

Seeing that the painting was completely completed, Su Zichen scratched his head and asked.

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

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

The "Tiger Descending Mountain Picture" was in Wang Jingui's hands, in exchange for five million plus a house in the countryside.

"Remember to tell us if you have anything."

The parallel world of Da Qin.

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

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

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

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

"Ha ha."

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

[Life Skills]: Driving (lv2 proficient), screwing (lv2 proficient)

[Combat Skills]: None

Thirty-sixth year of the First Emperor.

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

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

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.

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

"Study hard."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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;

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

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.

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

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

Xie Yuanshan noticed something was wrong and reminded him.

"etc."

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

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

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

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

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

[Weight]: 30 tons

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a hell!

I just want to be a human being, is it so difficult?

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

"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."

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

"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."

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.

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

This young man wants nothing but good things!

"Hey, I know my level is still far behind. Isn't this just hysteria?"

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

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

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

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

"Haha, I'm rich!"

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

"One hundred thousand taels of gold, five hundred thousand taels of silver, and four boxes of jewels and jade."

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

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

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.

"Ding dong."

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

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

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

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

"Stones, Mountain Fire, Da Qin."

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

There was no wave in his heart, as if this was not 4.5 billion, but 4.5 yuan.

"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.