I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"Junior brother Zhao, when did you come back?"

As soon as he entered the door, a voice came from the side. A fat disciple with a pockmarked face leaned on the bamboo at the door, looking up and down at Zhao Han, his eyes full of contempt.

Chen Luo had seen this person in Zhao Han's memory fragments, but not much, only one picture, and the specific identity was not in the memory fragments. So when Chen Luo used the Heart Demon Technique to compile the memory, he arranged an identity of a junior brother for him. He thought he was just a passerby, but he didn't expect to meet him as soon as he came back.

"Junior brother? Lu Dachui, when did you become my senior brother!"

Zhao Han's eyes turned cold, and the aura around him immediately enveloped the pockmarked disciple.

After practicing the demonic energy technique given to him by Chen Luo, Zhao Han's strength has undergone earth-shaking changes. According to Chen Luo's judgment, he will at least not be weaker than that so-called Kuye Zhenren. Now that the aura has dispersed, the disciple at the door was frightened and stood up immediately.

"God of supernatural powers?!"

After sensing Zhao Han's cultivation, the pockmarked disciple's face broke out in cold sweat. When he thought of what he had done to Zhao Han in the past, he couldn't help but feel scared.

'Zhao Han is a vindictive man. Now that he has entered the supernatural powers, he will definitely take revenge on me! '

Thinking of this, the pockmarked disciple's voice trembled.

"Master Zhao, Senior Brother."

"Keep your eyes open in the future."

Zhao Han had no memory of the pockmarked disciple bullying him, but he instinctively hated this person.

After teaching this person a simple lesson, he turned and walked towards the backyard.

The main purpose of his return this time was to teach the adulterous couple a lesson! He didn't want to experience the despair before death for the second time.

"Yes, yes, yes."

The pockmarked disciple climbed up from the ground in horror. He didn't expect Zhao Han to let him go so easily.

Looking at Zhao Han's disappearing back, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart. This Zhao Han seemed to have mistaken him for someone else.

But

Who is Lu Dachui?

"No matter what, I can't stay in Xijianmen anymore!" The pockmarked face immediately stood up, not even caring about training, and turned around and ran out of the door.

This time Zhao Han recognized the wrong person, and it won't be so easy next time.

"People are like a spider web, and every node on the web is an experience in life." Chen Luo quickly summarized the changes that happened to Zhao Han, and also saw Zhao Han's behavior towards the pockmarked face.

He changed his senior brother to his junior brother.

The name was also made up by him at random, and it was definitely not the real name of the pockmarked face. But these are just minor problems. The trouble is the coordination between the body and the brain.

The 7% missing of death is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

The things involved are also more complicated than he expected.

Zhao Han now is like a test program. The more people he meets, the bigger the problems will be. One or two is not a big deal, but if they accumulate too much, they will definitely cause self-doubt. At that time, the body's instinct will conflict with the inner demon memory, and Zhao Han, the experimental subject No. 1, may go crazy.

"The problem still needs to be solved."

A figure walked out of Zhao Han's body.

The semi-virtualized particles walked out of the door like mist. Zhao Han, who walked to the backyard, did not find Chen Luo, and the other disciples in the yard did the same. For them, Chen Luo was a non-existent phantom.

"It is definitely not possible to repair Zhao Han. There are many attempts to be made later. We can only use another method to repair him."

The virtualized body disappeared through the gate like a ghost.

Post station alley.

The pockmarked face disciple who escaped from the sect was collecting broken silver in the room.

The grudge between him and Zhao Han began when he entered the sect. Over the years, he secretly cheated Zhao Han of many resources. Now that Zhao Han's cultivation has broken through, he will definitely retaliate.

Wrap the broken silver with cloth and stuff some dry food into his chest.

Open the door and prepare to escape.

Snap.

A hand was pinched on the face, and the pockmarked disciple felt his head tighten, and then a burst of information so exaggerated that it made his head explode poured in. He didn't have time to react, his eyes turned white, and he lost consciousness instantly.

"From now on, you will be called Lu Dachui, Zhao Han's junior brother."

Retracting his hand, Chen Luo said to the pockmarked disciple who was lying on the ground.

After hearing this, the pockmarked disciple, who was still twitching on the ground, stopped twitching on the surface of his body, and the chaotic memories in his head slowly returned to normal under the guidance of this sentence.

After the pockmarked disciple wakes up, the cognition in his head will change.

His memory will be re-arranged. From birth to now, his name has been replaced by Lu Dachui, and the identity order between him and Zhao Han has also been swapped. In this way, even if a problem is found in the future, it will only be the pockmarked face who goes crazy, not Zhao Han.

The problem was solved, and Chen Luo also showed a satisfied smile on his face.

If there is a problem, solve it.

Repair it a few more times and it will be perfect.

After turning around and looking at other things in the room and confirming that nothing else was left out, Chen Luo took a feint and disappeared.

Shortly after he left, the pockmarked face that was twitching on the ground opened his eyes blankly.

"My name is Lu Dachui, and I'm Zhao Han's junior brother."

"Today, Senior Brother Zhao Han came back, and I went home to get some money to treat him to a drink. I recognized the wrong person at the door before, and Senior Brother Zhao Han was very angry."

The pockmarked face recalled for a long time before he remembered the purpose of returning home.

But no matter how he thought about it, he felt something was wrong.

Especially when he thought of Zhao Han, he would subconsciously feel fear, as if he was afraid of Zhao Han's revenge. But in his memory, he had never offended Zhao Han. On the contrary, he had a good relationship with this senior brother. After recalling for a long time, the pockmarked face still couldn't remember the reason, and finally he could only blame it on thinking too much.

Backyard.

When Chen Luo came back, Zhao Han had just opened the door to the backyard.

The cold wind blew in from outside, rolling up the dead leaves in the yard. A skinny old man in gray cloth sat cross-legged in the yard, surrounded by a faint demonic aura, and a rusty iron sword was placed between his knees. This person was Zhao Han's master and the head of the Sword Washing Hall.

"Master, is my junior sister back?"

Zhao Han asked directly.

In his memory, there were very few scenes of the master, and he and himself were just a simple cooperative relationship of interest. He gave him silver and he taught him martial arts.

"Who let you in?"

The Sword Washing Hall Master, whose practice was interrupted, had a cold face, and was surrounded by demonic energy, which rolled up to Zhao Han with dead leaves.

Ji Chang, the Sword Washing Hall Master, was a very strict person.

He hated it most when others disturbed his practice, not even his own son. Usually, the disciples of the Sword Washing Hall would not offend this, and the previous Zhao Han was the same. But now Zhao Han was "reborn", and he had long forgotten these minor details. Now he had only one thought in his mind, that is, revenge!

"Get out!!"

The surrounding demonic wind suddenly condensed and turned into dozens of demonic wind blades, slashing towards Zhao Han.

How could Zhao Han, who had returned after his rebirth, bear this bird's breath.

In his memory, Ji Chang was just a passerby, a waste who received money to teach martial arts. When he didn't know martial arts before, he still respected him, but now almost no one in the entire Sword Washing Hall would take him seriously.

"Looking for death!"

Zhao Han also lost his patience, and the magic skills inherited from Chen Luo suddenly broke out.

As soon as the demonic energy around him approached, he controlled it. His figure flashed, and the demonic energy pushed his body away like a booster.

Bang! !

Ji Chang, who had just finished venting his anger, felt a numbness on his left cheek, and then he was smashed and flew out like a puppet, with several teeth in his mouth broken. The strong inertia brought his body to the wall in the backyard. Before he could get up, Zhao Han appeared again, and his right foot stepped on his chest like a mountain.

With a loud bang, his body hit the ground hard, and even the bluestone slab on the ground cracked a big crack.

"Traitor"

Ji Chang was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he hadn't reacted to what happened yet.

This traitor was the bottom of the disciples before he went out, how could he become so powerful after going out for training. The way he used the demonic energy just now was not even comparable to him.

"Are you going to kill your master?!"

"It's just a simple cooperation for benefits, but you made it so formal."

Zhao Han looked indifferent.

Zhao Han recalled again and was sure that Ji Chang was a fool who did things for money. The so-called master-disciple relationship was just for show to outsiders. There was no affection between them at all. This Xijian Hall was also run in this way, and the structure was very rough.

What kind of cooperation for benefits?

Where did the benefits come from! How come I don't know.

Ji Chang spit out another mouthful of blood, feeling that his mind couldn't keep up with the words of this disciple.

It was obviously a normal conversation, but the content sounded extremely strange. When did he, the Xijian Taoist Ji Chang, accept disciples and teach them? ! If Zhao Han's aura had not changed, he would have thought that the other party had recognized the wrong person.

"Tell me, where is that bitch!!"

Zhao Han gradually lost his patience. Seeing that the other party was still trying to quibble, he couldn't help but increase the strength of his feet.

"Another question."

With a sigh, from a perspective that Zhao Han could not see, Chen Luo's arm stretched out from his chest like a ghost and pressed on the top of the head of the sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang. The Heart Demon Technique was running, and a large number of memories related to Zhao Han were repaired and rewritten.

After a moment, Ji Chang's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion, and then he recalled the whole process of the incident.

He remembered!

He, the sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang, made money by opening a hall to accept disciples and pass on his skills. The nominal disciples were 100 taels, the formal disciples were 500 taels, and the personal disciples were 1,000 taels. Zhao Han and him were indeed not normal practices, but just simple cooperation for interests.

Zhao Han gave him money, and he taught the skills, that's all.

"Want to find your junior sister? No problem. Three hundred taels"

After recalling his life, the sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang subconsciously said his own rules.

He remembered.

This is how he used to do things. (End of this chapter)