On September 24, 2017, in a small white ward in JS Province.

"Where am I from, and what is it that worries me?!"

Jiang Zhe suddenly had angina like a pinprick, he seemed to remember something, but it was fleeting.

Jiang Zhe has been dreaming of some blurry pictures lately, and these pictures seem to be in other worlds.

He was either in the strange ancient period, with all kinds of strange gods and beasts, or in the future period when the civilization was extremely developed, and the technology was advanced.

He also has a different appearance in this picture, playing different roles and professions.

But all of these have a strange thing in common: he never lived to be twenty years old.

Jiang Zhe is an orphan, a glorious primary school teacher, and a young man with no house, no car and no wife.

It can be said that there is no look, and the only achievement is to be admitted to a good Chinese medicine college in the province with the last place in the score line.

All this is about to end early at the age of nineteen, which is in the prime of life, because of this accident.

In order to save a little girl who ran a red light, she was hit by an unlicensed car and woke up on this hospital bed.

"Drip-"

The green ECG finally couldn't hold on and pressed into a straight line.

Jiang Zhe slowly closed his eyes, and there was only a trace of unwillingness left in his heart-

"Lao Tzu is still a virgin......"

......

"What's going on? Where is this?"

When Jiang Zhe opened his eyes again, he was standing on a muddy path with no end in sight.

The sky was dark, as if Karma had just finished the sunset, and the back of a layman ten meters away could be faintly seen.

"I'm ...... Dead?"

Jiang Zhe smiled bitterly, it was really like in a dream, and he still hadn't escaped the curse of being twenty years old.

I don't know if it's the reason why the perception of fear also decreases after death, but when he sees this kind of scene, there is not much fear, and his heart is just flat, like a dull desire without desire.

After walking for a while, you can vaguely see a raised arch bridge in front of you, spanning the raging river.

The bridge is covered with terrifying vines, just looking desolate and gloomy, and the river bank below the bridge is densely covered with a little red light, and if you carefully distinguish it, you can see the delicate mandala flower sea like the blazing sun.

Jiang Zhe drummed in his heart, swallowed his saliva hard, and there was one more person in the center of the bridge at some point.

A white-haired man in a snow-white brocade robe, only in his early thirties, with his white hair scattered and untied.

The sky was dark, and Jiang Zhe got closer and closer, but he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could only see his blurred facial features and upright figure.

until the distance between the two is less than a meter.

The man said, "Coming?"

"What?" Jiang Zhe testified, "You, who are you?"

"Someone waiting for you. ”

"Wait for me?"

"I've been waiting for you for a long, long time......," the white-haired man said, "He died before he was twenty years old, and this is the case in this life, he was a useless doctor in this life, he was a small man in his previous life, and he was ...... in his previous life."

Jiang Zhe heard the first few sentences in a fog, but the last few words exploded in his heart!

What he said was exactly the blurry picture he often dreamed of, and it was exactly the same!

"Who are you, how do you know about me?" Jiang Zhe said hurriedly.

The man held out a hand—

Jiang Zhe's heart was cold, but that hand did not hurt him, but stopped in front of him and spread out.

Lying in his hand was a mirror, no different from the old movie, bronze texture, octagonal shape, and somewhat like the shape of Taoist gossip.

Jiang Zhe took a few glances and asked, "What is this?"

"Something that should be yours......" the man said.

Jiang Zhe was confused, and before he had time to look at it, the bronze mirror turned into a white light and flashed into his eyebrows.

"Damn, what the hell is this!" Jiang Zhe scratched his eyebrows, it didn't hurt or itch, but he could clearly feel that there was one more thing in his body.

The man still said coldly: "After so many years, it's time to go back......"

"Where are you going?"

Bang......

Before Jiang Zhe could react, he was kicked hard in the buttocks and fell into the turbulent cold river under the bridge.

"Your uncle's ......"

Jiang Zhegang opened his mouth and filled his mouth with river water.

The gloomy sky suddenly flashed and thundered, and the clouds were uncertain!

The trend of the water flowing eastward of the river is reversed in an instant!

The icy water continued to erode his consciousness, and Jiang Zhe was in a trance, like a small boat on the river, drifting with the tide under the agitation......

At the same time, the faces of the Ten Hall Yamas and the City God Judges changed!

"Lethe River flows backwards!"

Lethe River flows backwards!

"Can lead to change the momentum of the sky, is he ......"

The gods hurriedly silenced them.

......

Shenggu Shenzhou, 36051 years of the Great Wilderness.

"Jiang Chang'an, Dancheng Jiupin!"

"Why!" a fair and delicate young man craned his neck and stretched a black thing in his hand.

"Old man Pang, how can I say that he is also a top student of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, at least he must be an eight-grade student!"

"Oh, our eldest son Jiang is talking nonsense again-"

"It really makes people wonder if he is a fool, last time he said that there is something in the world that can transmit thousands of miles, what is it called?"

"It seems to be called a hand or something, oh, it's a hand chicken!"

"What a broken name, and say that everyone, whether old or young, women and children, will be addicted to it all day long, it's ridiculous!"

The surrounding disciples laughed endlessly, and although Jiang Changan had long been used to it, he couldn't help but frown.

Pang Ershui is an alchemist Mr., an old man with a shiny head, short stature, standing in front of the podium only a little taller than Jiang Changan.

At this moment, his beard was blown up because of anger: "I'm embarrassed to say, Zhuji Dan Chengdan is vermilion, the color is smooth and round, look at what you are pinching in your hand? At first glance, it looks like a lump of mud and plaster, turn around and hand over Zhuji Dan refining ten times to me, anyway, your Jiang family is not short of this medicinal material!"

"Wrote down ......"

Jiang Changan sat back in his position with his shoulders slumped.

He was known for his memorability in medical school, so his grades were always among the best in the school.

Although the names of the medicinal materials in this world are different, the appearance of Chinese medicine is almost the same as that of Chinese medicine.

Originally, Jiang Changan thought that he would be able to enjoy a few medical books with the few medical books he had read in his previous life.

This is good, who knows that this alchemy is not a soup medicine, and it also needs the auxiliary blessing of spiritual power to exert its real medicinal effect.

At this time, Chen Pingsheng, a sturdy fat man sitting next to him, sneered and said: "Jiang Changan, you can't practice spiritual mechanics or any alchemy, I advise you to go back to your beauty's nest, with your appearance and the "One Hundred and Five Men and Three Women's Story" and "Red Mansion Kuoshao" or something, you can also please those prostitutes, haha......

Indeed, with Jiang Changan's appearance, although he is not earth-shattering and handsome, or even sickly with a pale face, he can only be regarded as beautiful.

But it is worth mentioning that pair of expressive peach blossom eyes, as if all joys, sorrows and sorrows are revealed from the eyes first, unique.

The eyes of several female disciples on the side all drifted over from time to time.

The most important thing is that this Jiang Dagongzi is a well-known story prodigy in Jiangzhou, and it can be said that opening his mouth at will is a joke.

"Fat Chen, you are also a Jiupin Dan, what is there to be proud of, my physique is weak, but you, who have been shouting about the cultivation avenue all day long, have not seen any better?"

"Jiang Changan, you-" Chen Pingsheng was poked in pain, and his face trembled with fat and flesh piled into folds, but he suddenly sneered: "I heard that someone from the royal family of Xia Zhou Kingdom came yesterday and withdrew from your marriage to Princess Jingling?"

Wow –

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the quiet classroom instantly became restless.

"Just yesterday, four people came to Jingzhou, I heard that it is still the four Taoist masters of the Lingxiao Palace of the Xia Zhou State Sect, no wonder, after all, his marriage with Princess Jingling was contracted by the older generation, who is willing to marry his baby daughter to a person who will not live to be twenty years old, compared with his two brothers, it is really different, tsk......"

"Really?"

"This is true, the cousin of my neighbor's aunt's cousin's brother-in-law is a servant in the Jiang family, she said it herself, I promised her not to say it, don't tell others......"

Jiang Changan didn't say a word, his face was indifferent, as a person who has experienced a lot of journeys in his heart, he only had extraordinary perseverance in his eyes.

No one noticed that there was a depth beyond age in those fourteen-year-old eyes.