I don't know how long it took, Yi Shanjun, who had fallen into a state of nothingness, suddenly had a feeling, a feeling of extreme weakness, confusion, lightheadedness, dry throat, and uncomfortable feeling.

Such a feeling of weakness, Yi Shanjun has not experienced it for a long time, and this feeling reminds him of him when he was still a mortal.

Gather his confused consciousness, let himself feel clearer, faintly hear some voices, as if something was being said in his ear.

Yi Shanjun wanted to hear these voices clearly, but after several struggles, his consciousness seemed to consume a lot of energy, and unconsciously, Yi Shanjun fainted again.

When Yi Shanjun regained consciousness, the feeling of weakness and discomfort became clearer, his eyelids squirmed slightly, some light was projected in, and the darkness in his consciousness seemed to be dispelled.

After a while, Yi Shanjun got used to it and began to look at the environment he was in, the white sheets, with the number number printed on it, and the Chinese characters of 'Yunshi Third People's Hospital', the medicine hanging bottle, the environment he was in seemed to be a hospital ward, it was late at night, and there were city lights outside the window.

Subsequently, Yi Shanjun felt that next to the bed, someone was sleeping on the folding bed, covered with a quilt, leaning sideways, and couldn't see clearly, but the body was huge and fat, and it should be a large fat man.

"Where am I? Yi Shanjun muttered to himself.

Then, he fell into a state of memory and contemplation, remembering everything he encountered when he was detached, after the transcendent boat entered the streamer channel, it still faded and disappeared inexplicably, and then his own cultivation and mana, Dao body are also the same, he has been in the wilderness for many years, and he has never encountered such a strange thing.

Whether it is the transcendent boat or Yi Shanjun himself, it seems that he does not exist in the first place, so when he comes into contact with reality, he naturally does not exist.

Thinking of this, Yi Shanjun remembered the 'box theory', and it seemed that this was the only way to explain the situation he encountered when he was detached.

"I'm out of the box? Is it time to be reborn? Two questions flashed through Yi Shanjun's mind, because he felt that this body was not his own body.

At the same time, he also realized that his consciousness seemed to have become very dull, the primordial spirit and mana in his body had disappeared, and many of his memories seemed to have become very long, and he couldn't remember it, just a simple memory, especially about the cultivation of things, seemed to have become blank, without substance, just a concept.

However, some memories became clearer, but they were the memories before he had not practiced, as well as some memories from the early part of the second life, and the memories that seemed to fit with reality became particularly clear.

At the same time, the memories of the current body have become fragmented, intermittent, fragmentary, almost useless, and even the name of the body cannot be remembered.

Yi Shanjun is no stranger to this real world, after all, he once got an introduction to the real world from the Tibetan Yuan Daoist, but he can't remember the memory of this body, which is still a troublesome thing for him.

And in this world, there doesn't seem to be a supernatural existence, naturally there is no such thing as cultivation, and the human body has only been in the world for more than ten years, and Yi Shanjun can't help but fall into confusion.

However, it turns out that his existence is only an individual in the 'box', in which he has an infinite lifespan, but compared to the real world, it is just a few minutes, or even a few breaths.

Yi Shanjun fell into deep thought, the sky outside the window was getting brighter, the hospital seemed to come to life, and in the corridor outside the ward, there were more and more sounds of people walking.

At this time, the fat man who was sleeping on the folding bed next to the bed woke up, stood up in a daze, glanced at Yi Shanjun, didn't seem to react, and turned around to wash.

However, he didn't take two steps, was slightly stunned, and then turned around and said with a look of surprise.

"Zhao Yue, you're awake! You are really unfavorable, and you fainted inexplicably, not to mention, I will accompany you all night......" The fat man said a lot.

Yi Shanjun was slightly stunned, and said secretly, "It turns out that the name of this body is Zhao Yue!" Then I will live as 'Zhao Yue' in the future. ”

At this time, 'Zhao Yue' began to look at this fat man, who was about one meter eight tall, wide and fat, a big fat man, with an estimated weight of about two hundred and fifty, and a lot of youthful tease on his face, which looked a little ugly, but his eyes were full of sincerity.

Obviously, this fat man is an extremely good friend of 'Zhao Yue'.

"Fat man......" As soon as Zhao Yue spoke, he was stunned, because at this time, the memory of this fat man flashed in his mind.

This fat man's name is 'Zhang Changshan', Zhao Yue's roommate and best friend, and the relationship between the two is extremely good.

"What's wrong, Lao Zhao?" The fat man Zhang Changshan felt inexplicable, so he asked rhetorically.

"Nothing! Thank you! "'Zhao Yue' shook his head slightly, but he thought in his heart, although he came from nothingness, and his memory of cultivation became blank, he still had an extremely large memory.

This vast and huge memory, like a torrent of data, washed away Zhao Yue's self-consciousness, so that he had 'seized' Zhao Yue in another way, although Zhao Yue's self was replaced by him, but he was still Zhao Yue.

In other words, Yi Shanjun belongs to a newborn personality, and Zhao Yue's true self is assimilated by the newborn personality, so touching related things, Zhao Yue's memories are naturally revealed.

"Hey! You've finally found out your conscience and thanked me, so you'd better have something practical! The fat man Zhao Changshan laughed and said.

"Okay! Whatever you want is practical, as long as you propose, I can do it. Zhao Yue readily agreed.

"Good! But you said that. The fat man Zhang Changshan showed a lewd smile, hehe laughed strangely, and then turned around to wash.

Zhao Yue, who was on the hospital bed, began to think about the future path, he came from nothingness, he himself is a false existence, but existence is the truth, and the false memory is not useless, at least the part that fits with the real world is universal.

He can't cultivate in the real world, but there is no problem in practicing martial arts, you must know that before he cultivated, his martial arts cultivation had reached the level of a grandmaster, and then he stepped into the path of cultivation, which greatly broadened his horizons.

Moreover, Zhao Yue found that the memory of the cultivation path became pale and weak, it was just a memory fragment, the more advanced the cultivation path and the things represented by the realm, the more blurred it was, and finally the memory after becoming an immortal was just a vague concept.

However, there are still some basic spiritual memories, and the existence of these memories indirectly proves that they can be realized in the real world.

Therefore, Zhao Yue was sure that when he cultivated his martial arts to the realm of a grandmaster, there was still a possibility to go further, and it was not impossible to even increase his lifespan to two to three times that of ordinary people.

Therefore, Zhao Yue set a goal for himself, that is, martial arts cultivation, and as for the future, he is planning for the future.