"Lu Zhan, come down to eat. Lu Mingyu shouted downstairs.

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat. ”

Lu Zhan shouted at the top of his voice.

After shouting, the originally good people are not good in an instant.

Lu Zhan felt a pang of discomfort in his stomach, he quickly put down the book in his hand, put on his slippers and rushed to the bathroom.

"Gross!"

Lu Zhan lay on the edge of the toilet and vomited heartbreakingly.

There was nothing in his stomach, but he couldn't stop vomiting.

The yellow bile water was spit out, and the inside of the mouth was bitter and astringent. My head was also confused, my headache was splitting, I was groggy, and even my vision became blurred.

finally vomited, but Lu Zhan had no strength. He was slumped on the ground, up and down, and there was nothing that was not uncomfortable.

In the dim light, on the top of Lu Zhan's bare head, the scar the size of a teacup was shocking.

Lu Zhan is a cancer patient with brain cancer.

Three years ago, Lu Zhan was in his third year of high school, studying hard day and night every day, fighting for the college entrance examination.

During this period, Lu Zhan experienced symptoms such as dizziness, headache, nausea, vomiting, and blurred vision.

Lu Zhan didn't care, everyone didn't care.

In the three years of high school, everyone came over like this. In order to be admitted to the university, everyone is working hard, and Lu Zhan does not dare to relax.

Lu Zhan insisted on studying hard, and finally fainted in the classroom and was rushed to the hospital.

After a series of examinations, Lu Zhan was diagnosed with brain cancer.

Next, there is the lengthy treatment. For this reason, Lu Zhan regrettably missed the college entrance examination.

Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, surgery. Continued chemotherapy, radiotherapy, surgery.

The illness came and went, and he used up his family's savings and borrowed money from relatives and friends.

Even the two-story building in an urban village where the Lu family now lives has been mortgaged to the bank.

Relying on bank loans and the small restaurant downstairs, it can barely support itself to this day.

By now, the mother and son of the Lu family have reached the end of their ropes, and Lu Zhan's illness is getting worse and worse.

Lu Zhan rubbed his head, his head hurt very much, and he wanted to hit his head against the wall.

Feeling that the headache had eased slightly, Lu Zhan tried to get up from the ground.

His footsteps staggered, and he held on to the wall to stand firmly.

Lu Zhan gasped, and the feeling of dizziness eased a little. He went to the sink and stared at himself in the mirror.

Thin!

Very skinny!

There is no meat on the body.

His face was pale like a ghost, and there was a blue and black cloud under his eyes, which was caused by poor sleep for a long time.

Lu Zhan suddenly grinned and smiled at himself in the mirror.

People are too thin, and when they laugh, their skin is wrinkled, dry, and they don't look good at all.

Lu Zhan put away his smile, and when he still didn't smile, he looked a little more pleasing to the eye.

Lu Zhan washed his face with cold water, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, and cleaned himself up.

After that, Lu Zhan leaned against the wall and returned to the bedroom, leaning against the head of the bed.

From time to time, movement from downstairs came up.

Mother Lu Mingyu runs a small restaurant by herself, and at noon, it is the busiest time for her, so she can't take care of Lu Zhan for the time being.

Lu Zhan looked up at the ceiling, the ceiling had turned yellow, and two cracks appeared on it. A twelve-watt energy-saving lamp hangs in mid-air.

Lu Zhan was uncomfortable, his whole body was uncomfortable, and his brows never relaxed.

The nostrils were moist, and Lu Zhan wiped it with his hand, and his nose bleeded.

Lu Zhan calmly took a tissue and kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it in his nose. After a minute or two, change the paper ball.

Nosebleeds are common for Lu Zhan.

However, nosebleeds have been a bit frequent lately, and it seems that he is not far from death.

When it comes to the topic of death, it's quite serious.

Three years ago, Lu Zhan was afraid of death, very afraid of death, so afraid that he didn't dare to mention this word.

But today, three years later, Lu Zhan has been able to face life and death calmly.

Although he was reluctant to die and didn't want to die, when it was time to die, Lu Zhan could also face it calmly, and he could joke with Lu Mingyu easily and arrange his own afterlife.

Lu Zhan picked up the book next to his pillow and continued to read before.

His eyes were dry and astringent, and he couldn't read two pages, so Lu Zhan had to close the book and close his eyes to rest.

I was going to close my eyes for a few minutes, but I didn't expect to close my eyes and sleep for a few hours.

......

When Lu Zhan woke up, the whole person was in a trance. Looking at the sun's rays, it has fallen into the corner, and it should be five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, he slept for nearly four hours this night.

But this night, Lu Zhan didn't sleep soundly.

He's been dreaming, and the dreams are weird. Fatally, my head hurts and I'm tired. Lu Zhan felt like he had slept in a false sleep.

Lu Zhan pounded his head with his hands while thinking about his dream.

Dreams are weird, like a movie that engraves a person's life in his mind.

In the dream, his name is not Lu Zhan, his name is Lu Tang, he was born in a merchant, and when he was twelve years old, he measured the spiritual root and became a disciple of the outer sect of the Tianji Sect of the Xiuzhen Sect.

He worked in the outer gate for ten years, and when he was disheartened and planned to give up cultivating the truth and return to the secular world to inherit the family business, he was unexpectedly favored by the sect elders and burned the stove for the sect elders.

He arrived at the elder's side and slowly revealed his talent for refining.

Since then, he has refined weapons and entered the Dao, built a foundation at the age of fifty, Jin Dan at the age of one hundred and thirty, and Jin Dan at the age of two hundred and eighty, and became the great elder of Tianji Gate.

Later, the supreme treasure appeared in the Xiuzhen world, and the various sects fell into a protracted sect war in order to compete for the supreme treasure.

The Demon Dao took the opportunity to rise and secretly sow discord among the various sects.

When Lu Tang led his disciples out to fight, the Demon Dao took advantage of the weakness to enter the Heavenly Machine Gate, and the Heaven Destroying Machine was full of doors.

Lu Tang learned the news and led his disciples to rush back overnight. But I don't want to be ambushed halfway and die.

This is the life in the dream.

At this time, Lu Zhan was a little dazed. He couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

The dream was so clear that he could recite the cultivation method word for word.

Lu Zhan looked at his hand, slender, pale, and thin, this was indeed his hand, he was still him.

But he's not him.

He is Lu Zhan and Lu Tang.

He has his own original memories, as well as Lu Tang's memories.

In the end, one person carries the memories of two people, or is he originally Lu Tang. After Lu Tang's death, he was reincarnated as Lu Zhan on the earth plane.

Lu Zhan couldn't figure out the causal relationship in this.

However, Lu Zhan knew that he seemed to be saved.

Cultivating truth, immortality, one thought after another flashed in Lu Zhan's mind.

Lu Zhan does not seek immortality, but only wants to be able to live a long life and live to old age in good health.

If he understands the knowledge of cultivating the truth, will he be able to cultivate the truth?

Cultivation requires aura, and it is a rich aura.

The so-called Cave Heaven Blessed Land refers to a place where there is enough spiritual energy to support the cultivation needs of decades or even hundreds of years.

Lu Zhan looked at the bedroom of less than ten square meters, with a single bed, a bookcase, a wardrobe, and a computer desk, and the room was already crowded.

The walls are mixed, and the star posters posted on the wall when chasing stars in the second grade have turned yellow and old.

Such a place is completely incompatible with the blessed land.

There is no need to try, Lu Zhan knows that there must be no aura in this house.

It can even be said that there is not much aura on the entire earth.

The land of Kyushu has had a legend of cultivating immortals since ancient times, but the legend is always just a legend, and it can't be true.

If the earth's aura is sufficient, then there must be someone who will become an immortal and live for a hundred years. Even ordinary people can step into the path of cultivating immortals.

Without aura, can he still cultivate the truth?

If he can't cultivate the truth, can he still cure his illness and live a long life?