"Is the little master awake?"

At this time, Leng Yao heard the sound of someone talking outside. "There's no movement," said a few men standing in the courtyard. Looking at the costumes they are wearing, they are similar to those worn in movies, and these clothes are obviously different from those in ancient Hanfu or historical dramas. Leng Yao was thinking about the picture as much as possible in his head, these people would not really be filming, right? At this moment, the voice of a middle-aged man talking to several subordinates echoed in this spacious courtyard.

The middle-aged man was Leng Yao's father, Leng Ao, who was a proprietor who ran a cloth shop and a collection of art, including calligraphy and paintings, and antiques. Those antiques are all pseudo-shoddy products collected by other monks from the ancient ruins, although they have aura, but they have no machine spirit, no lethality, and for cultivators, they are completely useless and helpful, and can only be thrown away as garbage. But for an ordinary person, they are supreme treasures, and if you buy a collection at home, with the aura of those antiques, it will not be a problem for ordinary people to live for more than ten years...... Some scattered memory fragments of the predecessor flashed in Leng Yao's mind.

It seems that he has come to a world that does not belong to him!!

Well!

Headache......

My head hurts......

Leng Yao held his head with both hands, he didn't dare to think about it, some memories kept pouring into his mind, these memory fragments were not his, so there were two memory fragments colliding together, making Leng Yao have a splitting headache.

Leng Yao started to look at the unfamiliar environment around him, and he felt bad in his heart. Leng Yao remembered that he was lying in a hospital room. He had cancer, his muscles had atrophied, and his whole person was like a mummy, which was very scary.

In that world, the only people who didn't dislike him were the director of the orphanage, his attending doctor, the nurse who took care of him, his girlfriend, and his siblings who grew up with the orphanage......

He only vaguely remembered that he saw the dean crying, and wasn't the scrawny person lying on that bed himself? How did he get here now, in such an environment, could he be dead? After Leng Yao thought of this possibility, he pinched his thigh with his hand, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt!

During the raising of his hand, he suddenly saw his delicate and white hand, this finger was slender and weak, typical of a son's hand, Leng Yao must be the hand of a rich son. And this body is monotonous like a girl, and there are no features that a man should have. No matter how stupid a person is, he knows that this body is not his own at this moment. Leng Yao knew that he had crossed over, and he was still soul piercing. The plot in the novel, what happened to him?

Leng Yao smiled bitterly! I don't know if this is God playing a joke on him? Or let him live in this world to fulfill his unfulfilled dream in the real world......?"

I don't know if this is a providential arrangement or a coincidence, but from the memory fragments in his mind, he learned that the name of the predecessor of this body was also Leng Yao. Such an almost zero probability of a coincidence happening to me, to use a modern word to describe it, such a new thing, an unscientific thing, really let myself run into it. Leng Yao didn't know whether such an incident was good or bad for him. He didn't continue to think about it because of the pain in his head. Because Leng Yao is in the modern civilized world, he is also half scientific and half superstitious. After all, there are things that science can't explain. Just like Leng Yao is here now, although his body is dead, his soul still exists!

The door of Leng Yao's room was only hidden, and he looked out through the gap in the door, only to see that the middle-aged man who had just spoken was slowly walking towards him. He has a majestic figure, a white complexion, and a well-defined and deep facial features, like a sculpture, with dark and deep ice eyes, which look wild and uninhibited, evil and sexy.

He was followed by a group of maids, each of whom was holding a plate with a box in it, and Leng Yao looked vaguely. I can't see what the box contains. It was all covered tightly with colored cloth, and Leng Yao didn't explore these unimportant things, so he simply sat on the bed and listened to the conversation outside.

"Rattle—" After a few sounds, the door opened. Leng Yao listened too attentively, and Leng Yao was startled when the door moved. Subconsciously, the wit shook a little. Leng Ao entered the room. The maid in the back placed the boxes on the table.

"Yao'er, are you awake, you must be hungry, Leng Ao got a glass of water and handed it to Leng Yao. You've been sleeping for three months. Doctors say that it will take you a month at most, and at least 15 days before you wake up. I didn't expect you to wake up after sleeping for three months. We've been lying for three months! Every one of us is worried about you. ”

"It feels like you've lost a lot of weight." As soon as Leng Yao came in, he chattered a lot, and Leng Yao thought to himself, he must have been a chatter before. Although Leng Yao heard it in the clouds. But Leng Yao felt that what he said was that this predecessor had been lying in bed for three months. Whether he was sick or injured, there were no fragments in his memory, he only remembered that the person in front of him was his father.

Oh yes!" Braised pork, rice cakes, monster meat. It's okay not to mention this, as soon as he talked about eating, Leng Yao's stomach began to gurgle.

He doesn't care whether he crosses over or not, and he doesn't care what kind of demon beast meat Leng Ao said. He doesn't understand this, and he doesn't want to understand it, for a modern person, this is a fantasy. In this world, only rich people can afford to eat monster meat, monster meat can increase people's lifespan, and now fill their stomachs first and then think slowly. Leng Yao will not treat his stomach badly.

Leng Yao glanced at the person sitting next to him curiously and said, "Hurry up and open it, I'm really hungry." The maids took the food out of the delicate box, and the appetizing aroma greeted them. Leng Yao almost drooled.

He held a large bowl of white rice, swallowed dates, and ate it in a few clicks. "Anything else? I'm still hungry. ”

"Ru, you can serve some more food to the young master, Leng Ao said. Good master!" The maid, whose single name was Ru, took the bowl from Leng Yao's hand and walked out directly, heading towards the kitchen of the Leng family.

Leng Yao slowly and carelessly took the dish and sent it to his mouth. "Yao'er, do you feel any discomfort on your body?" Leng Ao asked with concern.

"I didn't feel it, I was just a little dizzy and a little tired. I don't know why this is happening. Thank you for your father's concern and worry about Yao'er in the past three months," Leng Yao looked at Leng Ao and smiled.

Leng Ao was a little suspicious in his heart, this stinky boy, after sleeping for three months, he changed his person, was he stupid? He remembered that Leng Yao would not talk to him so politely before, and he was very rebellious.

Leng Ao paused and said, "Don't thank me, you are my son, shouldn't this be?" Although this is the father of the predecessor, but now that he occupies someone else's body, this way of being a man should always be, otherwise he studied in college in the last life in vain, and besides, Leng Yao is a person who will repay his kindness.

Looking at the dress of these people, Leng Yao didn't know which dynasty it was, but there was no doubt that this was ancient times. When he watched TV series or read e-books, these ancient people paid great attention to politeness and etiquette.

Let's not talk about this, he has these common senses, and each dynasty in history has its own different politeness, etiquette and customs.

But no matter which dynasty, this most basic polite greeting is there, and it is much the same. So he politely said to Leng Ao: "You are my elder who took care of me, and I have to thank you as a junior, right, no one is born to take care of anyone." My relatives are no exception, even though you are still my father. ”

Leng Ao was also stunned, and sure enough, after sleeping for three months, he really changed as if he was a person, and he couldn't believe it, this was still the rampaging and unruly son he brought up since he was a child, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it. Leng Ru, the maid of the Leng family, quickly filled a bowl of rice and served it to Leng Yao.

While speaking, Leng Yao also ate his meal. "Yao'er, don't bother you, have a good rest and call me if you have something. Leng Yao's father withdrew the door as he spoke. Okay, Leng Yao nodded to him. ”

The maid carefully put the dishes and chopsticks into the box, and politely exited the room. The young master had a good rest, and when the maid left, he didn't forget to tell Leng Yao. After the people went out and slowly closed the door, the room returned to Leng Yao alone in a room, he sat back on the bed, and now took his attention to the room carefully, this is the kind of antique building he saw on TV, all made of good wood. It's not ebony, or mahogany, or sandalwood.

But what Leng Yao didn't know was that this wood was neither ebony, nor mahogany, nor sandalwood. It is the ironclad tree of this world, and the texture is harder than the most precious tree of modern civilized society. The density is higher, and the various carvings on the wooden wall, the patterns of birds and beasts, are particularly unique.

Let him be a person who likes art, he is overwhelmed by what he likes, and he feels a strong sense of contour line when he touches it with his hands, and every animal, plant, is lifelike.

Leng Yao looked at this strange world and thought to himself, since God has given me another life, I will start anew, and I will not repeat the life of the previous world. I want to use my wisdom to create my own field in this strange world.

But he didn't know anything about this strange world. And I don't know if the books I used to read can shine here. After all, this is not a modern civilized world, and there is no technology or information tools and means of transportation. But when I think about it, what I have come to is safe. The boat was naturally straight to the bridge, and as long as he worked his own, he didn't believe that he would be so bad. Things that don't have can be made, and those haven't been made by the predecessors through step-by-step experiments.

Isn't there a saying that the harder you work, the luckier you are, and the luck of those who work hard will not be bad! Although Leng Yao thought so in his heart, he didn't have any confidence at all in this strange world, and if he wanted a modern person to rise in this strange world, how much effort would it take?

However, there are many uncertainties later. What Leng Yao didn't know was that he had come to a world where demons were rampant, people's hearts were more sinister than the real world, and strength was respected.

To this day, Leng Yao couldn't think much about it, the sky outside had gradually darkened. The last bit of light was swallowed up by darkness, and as night fell, the leaves made a "sand-sand-" sound. The entire mountain peak is covered with a thin layer of mist, adding a different kind of mystery. Even in the courtyard, the lotus leaves in the pond gradually revealed pearl-like droplets, and a bright moon rose in the sky, and the white cold light was sprinkled on it, crystal clear.

After Leng Yao has eaten and drunk enough, he still has to rest more, and he must get to know the world well tomorrow. He felt very tired, probably because his predecessor had been in bed for three months.

However, on this peaceful night, Leng Yao was not calm, and he couldn't sleep. What he was most anxious about was to understand what this strange world was like. In this way, he will be familiar with the environment in the future, and he will get twice the result with half the effort when he does anything.

The most important thing is that some vague memories appear in his mind, this should be a world of demons. If so, how can he survive in this world. Just thinking about it makes you feel terrified. With these mysterious things, how could he sleep peacefully.

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Thank you to the big people who support Fan Fan.,This book is not a new book.,It's just a change in the title.,The predecessor was "The Great Master of the Other World", and now it's changed to "Holy Dao", so everyone is looking here.,After the revision of this book.,There will be small changes in some of the plots.,The outline has also been slightly modified.。

But it's much better than when it wasn't modified before.

I hope everyone will witness the end of this book with Fan Fan......

This book is a slow-burning type, and it needs to be read carefully, because Fan Fan wants to write a story of the kind in his heart, and he doesn't want to make it hot at the beginning, because I want to make the storyline more delicate and intriguing.

This kind of book is the book that Fan Fan wants to write. Although it is the first book, but carefully crafted, in order to have a good story to present to everyone, now this book is not easy, what can be thought of, unexpected themes, are all written badly, the plot routines are not written picky, so, only by writing well, readers will taste a different story.

Okay, let's not talk to everyone, let's let Fan Fan write with his heart, and you follow Fan Fan's rhythm.