Lin Han couldn't imagine that he would still wake up.

He remembered the speed of the car, and his body flying high and falling to the ground, and he thought he was going to die.

Even if you don't die, you shouldn't lie here like this, with sound limbs and unharmed.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a dense forest, which he could see almost only on the documentary channel on TV, towering trees, thick enough for several people to hug, with all kinds of vines clinging to their trunks, and purple flowers with large bowls, but the most peculiar thing was not this, but the leaves and fruits of this tree.

The leaves of this tree are like the shape of a human palm, but they are the size of a fan, and the veins on the leaves are all fiery red, like the blood vessels on a human body, and the fruit of this tree is a fiery red round fruit, slightly larger than an apple, but very tender, like a thin peel wrapped in a bag of red slurry, dotted between the leaves, which looks very delicious.

Lin Han's whole body froze because of this huge shock.

He knew what kind of tree it was! He even knew the name of the fruit and what it did!

Because this is a tree written by himself, in the first chapter, the reason why the Litian Sword Sect where the protagonist Ji Biao is located can stand in the Vermilion Bird Continent is that there is a fire attribute spirit vein in their back mountain, and a fire palm forest grows on it, there are more than three hundred trees in total, all of which are under the jurisdiction of the three generations of disciples under the door, and the fire spirit fruit produced every year can be used to refine the spirit sword and refine the elixir, one of the reasons for the strength of the Litian Sword Sect is this.

At the beginning, in order to write about these strange spirit fruit fairy trees, he consulted a lot of plant encyclopedias, and added his own imagination to piece together these plants. So no one knows better than him that there is no fire palm tree in this world!

But this tree stood alive here, and not only this one, but even a few others in the distance, a large area in the distance, and even this rich and fiery sweet fragrance in the forest, reminded him.

But nothing reminded him more than the group in front of him.

First there was a white shadow, and then the second, like lightning, flew down from the nearest few trees, and fell to the ground, it was a few teenagers wearing uniform clothes similar to Taoist robes, all carrying green bamboo baskets on their backs, the oldest was only seventeen or eighteen years old, they were all very delicate, and their figures were slender and handsome, the first one was the eldest, and he also wore a sword, which looked a little difficult to get along with, and the tone of his mouth was also quite sarcastic:" Yun Han, you are too useless, you have been in charge of the Fire Palm Tree for three years, and you will even fall from the tree!"

The two teenagers next to him were probably the followers of the sword-wearing boy, and they also laughed, but the other kind-looking teenagers did not echo, one of them stretched out his hand to help Lin Han, and he also had a silver ring on his hand, which seemed to be carved with a snake, the snake was lifelike, and even spit out the letter, Lin Han was startled, and almost dodged his hand.

The moment he was helped up, he looked down at himself, and sure enough, he was wearing the same white clothes as them, and even his shoes were the same white, embroidered with auspicious clouds with silver thread, and at the same time, Lin Han also noticed that when they even fell to the ground, the soles of their feet did not touch the ground, so they were not stained with dust. Only he stepped on the ground firmly, and even the soles of his shoes were stained with moss from the forest. It's good they didn't notice.

He had to cover this up before they found out that he was not the "Yun Han" they said he was! There were demons in this world, and Lin Han didn't want to be cleared out by them as an unlucky ghost possessed by the demons.

"I felt a little dizzy, probably injured. Lin Han's acting skills are really not good, fortunately, these teenagers would not have thought of such a terrifying thing as "soul piercing", and they all thought that he had really broken, so when Lin Han's acting skills were clumsy and he held his forehead, they didn't even question it. Only the young man in the lead let out a sneer.

"Why don't I send you back first. The young man with the silver snake ring on his hand said to Lin Han, it seems that he is indeed very kind.

"Thank you, Yun She. Lin Han remembered this Yun She, who had been friends with Ji Biao for a while. Most of the three generations of disciples have their own magic weapons, and his magic weapon is a sealed silver snake, which is a rare treasure that combines a weapon and a flying magic weapon.

"It's Senior Brother Yun She!" The young man in the lead still sneered behind him reluctantly: "Are you stupid, you have forgotten the respect and humility of the elders and young!"

But Lin Han didn't bother to pay attention to his sarcasm.

His whole being was occupied by this great shock.

He couldn't believe that he had really arrived at this place—the Xiuzhen Continent he wrote about, the fantasy world he had created by himself, full of aura, fairy swords, battles of the jungle, and all kinds of unbelievable adventures, every character here, every battle, even every grass and tree here, was written by himself one by one. As small as every leaf of the Fire Palm Tree, as big as the gate of the Demon Realm opened more than ten years later......

Lin Han pinched himself a few times, but still couldn't believe that he had actually crossed into the world he wrote.

And when Yun She's bracelet flickered with silver light, and finally turned into a giant snake and rushed up to the sky with the two of them, rushing out of this towering fire palm forest, flying above the blue sky, and then overlooking the entire Heavenly Sword Sect, he didn't even use his swollen hands.

This is completely different from bungee jumping, taking a plane, and even overlooking the Vermilion Bird Continent that he created in a dream, the tall mountain range in front of him, the five mountains and seventy-two peaks, are covered with verdant woods and winding rivers, exotic flowers and plants, flying cliffs and waterfalls, and there are many immortal caves dotted between the cliffs, and countless second-generation disciples of the flying sword are whizzing through the air, and the higher place, above the blue sky, is the symbol of the Vermilion Bird Continent - hanging in the air are two dazzling suns.

Lin Han was almost suffocated by excitement for almost a moment.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and the surging aura in the mountains slapped Lin Han's body, and the sleeves of his robe were filled with wind, he almost wanted to roar a few times at this continent of his fantasy, so as to relieve the excitement in his chest that was about to burst through his skin, if he wasn't worried about the suspicion of Yun She around him, he would definitely do it.

Yun She responsibly sent Lin Han back to the bamboo house where he lived - in addition to the five Supreme Elders and the respective heads of the Seventy-two Peaks, there were thousands of disciples under the Heavenly Sword Sect, a total of four generations. Only the second generation of disciples and above can open up the cave house by themselves, and the rest live in the bamboo houses arranged by the sect. The youngest fourth-generation disciples are naturally the lowest in status, only better than those mortals who are responsible for planting the Spirit Valley, and thousands of fourth-generation disciples are in charge of the mortals under the door, urging them to build caves, plant the Spirit Valley, and worship the immortals...... And Lin Han's current identity, the third generation of disciples, has a slightly higher status, most of them are attached to the second generation of disciples, like Lin Han and Yun She, these dozen disciples are attached to the Fire Spirit Senior Brother who is in charge of the Fire Palm Forest, as well as the Fire Ling Senior Sister who is in charge of the medicine field, and the Fire Feng Senior Brother who is in charge of the Sword Mansion......

And a generation of disciples, even the seventy-two peaks have to be treated respectfully, after all, there are only more than ten disciples of the next generation of the sect, all of them are one in a million cultivation geniuses, and the best of them can become the elders of the sect in the future, no matter how bad they are, they can become the lord of the first peak, Lin Han searched for the memory of the original "Yun Han" in his mind, but he couldn't find the slightest impression of the generation of disciples, presumably there was no chance to meet them.

Yun She sent Lin Han back, and after a few words, he left in a hurry. Now is the season to harvest the fire spirit fruit, the three generations of disciples are each responsible for more than a dozen trees, the fire spirit fruit to be handed over has a share, if you don't get a share, you will be punished, the time is pressing, he has to rush back to collect the fire spirit fruit.

After Yun She left, Lin Han began to look at the three bamboo houses where "himself" lived.

In fact, the memories in his mind are very messy, some of them belong to the unlucky "Yunhan" who died after falling from a tree, and some of them come from his understanding of the world inside when he wrote the essay. It's a mess, and it takes a while to sort it out.

It just so happened that it was still early, and he took the opportunity to tidy up his room while recalling it.

The life of the three generations of disciples is not easy, and there are no good things in these bamboo houses in Yun Han, they are all small things that he has accumulated by himself. The gourd containing the elixir was hung on the wall, there were only a few ungraded pills in it, and a broken sword fetus might have been picked up outside the sword house by Senior Brother Huofeng while he was not paying attention, the only thing that was a little useful was a few low-grade spirit grasses planted in the open space in front of the house, but it also grew wilted, and it was estimated that there were no good spiritual veins in this broken place, and it was not as good as the spiritual energy that Lin Han had just felt in the sky.

Thinking of the aura, Lin Han's heart lit up, and he hurriedly threw down the gourd in his hand, took out a futon from under the bed, ran to the most comfortable corner of the entire bamboo house, and sat up.

After he let out a long breath of sighing, he really felt that there seemed to be something strange about the dantian.

A breath of qi - there is no better adjective than this, a very ethereal, unpredictable qi gradually gathered at his dantian, he held his breath and calm, did not dare to move, and tried to mobilize this qi with concentration.

First one strand, then two strands, and then they formed a thread, which slowly followed a meridian that had already traveled thousands of times, slowly up along the dantian, from the torso, to the top of the skull, spreading the limbs, and slowly swimming all over his body.

Lin Han's mind moved, and a silver light jumped out of his arms, becoming bigger and bigger, turning into a silver boat in the air.

This is Yun Han's magic weapon, which can only be used for flying, has no combat power, and can only hide in the boat to avoid other people's attacks. That's why his status among the three generations of disciples is so low, and he is frequently ridiculed by the leading young man, because he has no combat effectiveness at all.

But for Lin Han, none of this mattered.

Who is he, he is "Ling Han", he is the author who wrote the whole book, what adventures and what golden fingers can be more domineering than this attribute! Everything in this world, all the rules! He knows everything well. From the secret behind the Fire Palm Tree to the beginning of Ji Biao's adventures-the one passed down from the Ancient Gods, the dragon bone hidden at the bottom of the Dragon Slaying Abyss, and the mysterious broken sword at the auction......

He is the GM of this system, and all the hidden missions, artifacts and adventures are in his hands. If he wanted to, he could be more fortunate than Ji Biao......

Wait, Ji Biao!

There is Ji Biao in this world!

Lin Han's mind moved, and the silver boat in the air fell directly to the ground, turning into a palm-sized silver foil boat, but its owner didn't have the heart to pick him up.

Lin Hanman's thoughts were all about Ji Biao.

The protagonist who poured all his efforts into it also pinned some of his own life experience, but it was not Lin Han's shadow, let alone a character who failed in his life and came out of the world behind closed doors to the invincible harem beauties of the world, in fact, before he conceived the plot of this article, he probably had the outline of Ji Biao in his mind.

Descendant of the Ancient Protoss, his father died in the civil strife of the Ancient Protoss, was sent out of the divine realm by his mother, became an orphan, floated to the world along the heavenly river, and was adopted by a mortal old man who planted the Spirit Valley under the Heavenly Sword Sect, and was oppressed and excluded, since he was a child, because of the unique physique of the descendants of the Protoss, he has not been able to awaken the talent of cultivating immortals, thinking that he is just a mortal. When he was fourteen years old, he once encountered the four generations of disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who oppressed the mortals under his sect, and killed more than a dozen mortals, including the mortal old man who adopted him, with one move, before he made up his mind to enter the Heavenly Sword Sect, practice spells, and control his own destiny.

According to that Yun Han's memory, now the Vermilion Bird Continent can only be counted as summer, and it will take until the end of summer to collect the Spirit Valley, and as for recruiting new introductory disciples, it will have to wait until autumn. In other words, the current Ji Biao is just a lonely teenager under the fence, working in the fields every day with the old man who adopted him. Even if you occasionally look up at the towering Litian Mountain Range, you only know that there are "immortals" living high above.

Lin Han couldn't help but imagine what he looked like, all along, Ji Wei had always been a black silhouette in his heart, cold and withdrawn, but he had a heart that was tougher than Xuantie. His life is a road full of thorns, clan hatred and family feuds, questions about his parents' identity, and the oppression of those cultivators......

When you're settled here, go find him.

Lin Han made up his mind, stopped thinking nonsense, opened the sect recipes left by Yun Han, and began to review the above spells. In fact, the most important thing for a person to cultivate the truth is talent, to become a disciple of the Litian Sword Sect is not a mediocre person, even if it is the leading young man called "Yun Ying" who is looking for Lin Han's stubble everywhere today, he also relies on his own hard cultivation to become a tyrant among the three generations of disciples, his magic weapon is a golden eagle feather, which is sealed with a golden claw eagle, which is more domineering than Yun She's silver snake, as for Lin Han's small boat, he can't even pass ten moves under his hands.

For the original Yun Han, the biggest luxury is just to practice the spells rewarded by the sect, take good care of the fire palm tree, accumulate contributions, and over time, you can also be a small steward on this fire spirit peak, save some spirit stones, survive to the age, and then choose a loyal character among the four generations of disciples, accept him as an apprentice, and retire to the end.

But for Lin Han, this is not the case at all.

He had already seen the vastness of this heaven and earth today, not to mention that this was just a small Heaven Leaving Sword Sect, and it was not even a second-rate sect in the huge Vermilion Bird Continent. This is the world he loves, and he has written so many wonderful battles, beautiful scenery of the Cave Heaven and Blessed Land, the desolate and treacherous Dragon Yuan, and the Nine Heavens God Realm......

He wanted to experience all these things for himself.

And if you want to get this, you can't do it without enough strength as a guarantee.

In the cultivation □□, only strength is the only rule. In his article, Ji Biao trampled on the rules all the way, had no party and no friends, offended countless people, but escaped death again and again, but finally became the hope of saving the world, participating in the war of immortals and demons, and thousands of people looked up. Life goes against the current, but that's it.

He had to re-walk all the roads that Ji Biao had walked.