The young man lying on the bed had been awake for a long time, but by the instinct of a professional spy, he vigilantly relaxed the muscles of his body, and at the same time tried his best to control his breathing evenly and orderly, not even the slightest flutter of his eyelashes.

"Wen Xuan, my son, if you can hear your father's words, you can wake up, and your father promises not to force you to study and practice martial arts again...... As long as you can wake up......"

The more he spoke, the more sad he became, and in the end he couldn't cry, and his calloused palms trembled uncontrollably on his wrinkled face.

Grief-stricken, fearing that his crying would disturb his son's recuperation, the old man pursed his dry lips and tried to suppress his crying, tucked and folded the futon covering the young man, and then left the house with a lonely expression.

Hearing the "squeak" sound, the door opened and closed, and the sound of "squeaking" made by Lao Suo's soap boots on the ground became smaller and smaller, and the young man who was pretending to sleep opened his eyes gently.

He didn't get up in a hurry, but slowly pulled his arm out of the futon, carefully wiped off the tears that Fang Cai Lao Su inadvertently dripped on his cheeks with his index finger, and then gently kneaded them with his thumb, until the tears with temperature were twisted dry by his fingertips, he sighed softly in his heart, and muttered to himself in distraction: "Is this family affection?" ”

He grew up in an orphanage in his previous life, and was selected into a secret organization for cruel and abnormal devil training when he was a child, and became a professional spy on a special mission.

But just after he did a great job of completing a large classified mission, the head of the organization ruthlessly shot a bullet into his temple on the grounds that he "knew too much......

Perhaps it was because of the mercy of God that his miserable life experience, or because of his long-closed heart's strong desire for beautiful things and feelings in this world, he did not die, or his soul did not dissipate, but inexplicably crossed over to the young man today.

My name is...... Wen Xuan? Is that old man my father?

Wen Xuan closed his eyes and tried to recall, and found that sure enough, he had a lot of memory fragments in his mind, although most of them were vague, but he could also get a general idea of the world he was in now.

It is now the eighteenth year of the Yuan Dynasty, that is, in 1348 AD, the old man of Fangcai, that is, his father is named Wen Xianzhong, who is the great-grandson of Wen Tianxiang, a famous minister of the Anti-Yuan Dynasty and a national hero, and he is his only son - the unsuccessful waste firewood Wenxuan.

Thinking of the previous owner of this body, Wen Xuan smiled helplessly.

In the view of the stern and old-fashioned Wen Xianzhong, as a descendant of the Wen family, he must become a martial artist, and make a big event in the future to honor the ancestors and honor the ancestors, so as to comfort the souls of the ancestors in the sky.

But it backfired, but this lone seedling son was unbridled in landscapes and paintings, and he couldn't lift half of his spirit to the way of civil and martial arts.

How could Wen Xianzhong, who wants his son to become a Chan, tolerate his only son not doing his job, indulging in foreign ways, and having no intention of civil and military. Finally became angry in an argument with Wen Xuan, picked up the inkstone on the bookcase and smashed it at his son, Wen Xuan couldn't dodge and was hit in the temple, and immediately passed out.

At this time, more than a month has passed since he passed out in a coma, and now that he has woken up, not only has the world changed its beauty, but this body has also quietly changed its owner.

"I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to me, now I not only have a name, but also a descendant of a generation of national heroes, it is really impermanent...... Wen Xuan stared at the lines of the quaint carved wooden bed and sighed inexplicably.