Meng Xiuyuan didn't know if he was dead once.

He lost control of his body as soon as the light from the sky hit him.

In just an instant, the true qi was extinguished and the flesh and blood dissolved.

However, it is not that all the strength he has gained from his twenty years of hard work in this world has disappeared, on the contrary, under the illumination of this light, Meng Xiuyuan inexplicably gave birth to a wave of excitement and joy in his heart.

His realm was still low at this time, but he was just a mortal martial arts master, and he naturally didn't understand that the flesh and blood true qi that he had accumulated for many years in his body had actually been refined into an extremely pure subtlety of vitality, and he turned into a rainbow light with his divine soul, and was leaving this world.

At this time, Meng Xiuyuan had almost lost consciousness, and he had little knowledge of the outside world.

In the haze, he only vaguely "heard" countless familiar or unfamiliar voices thanking him.

There are those who thank him for saving his life, those who thank him for curing his illness, those who are full of food because of him, and those who live a stable life because of him.

And so on and so forth.

Miraculously, after every thanks, Meng Xiuyuan felt that he had gained something untraceable. In this way, it can be regarded as a small amount.

After that, these voices gradually dissipated, and Meng Xiuyuan only felt an endless coldness coming.

Immediately, he fell into a long, misty dream.

……

In the fourth year of Yuanfeng in the Northern Song Dynasty, in a small village at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, a ten-year-old child woke up from his sleep.

He was sweating profusely and panting, but there was no panic in his eyes, only a slight dazedness.

"That's what it feels like to be reincarnated and see through the mystery of the womb...... I've lived another life."

Meng Xiuyuan subconsciously glanced at the simple hut he was in, but his mind was not here, but still in that long dream.

Even for him, who is accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, this magical experience is not something that can be fully accepted in a short time.

The way he left the Etiacne World was a little different from what he had expected.

Just as Meng Xiuyuan was about to think about his memories, there was a sudden knock on the door of the house, and a concerned greeting came from outside the house:

"Little Brother Meng, do you have a better headache?"

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he subconsciously felt familiar in his heart, and hurriedly grabbed the edge of the bed and got out of bed to open the door.

But I didn't think about it, I still felt dizzy, but when I moved, my movements were very neat.

This small body is full of vitality, not at all like a ten-year-old child who has never practiced martial arts.

In just a moment, Meng Xiuyuan rushed to the door and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a dark-skinned man. Looking at the age of forty or fifty, dressed simply, with rough skin, and a weathered face, he is obviously a peasant man who has endured hardships on weekdays.

"Uncle Qiao, I'm fine, come in."

Meng Xiuyuan subconsciously blurted out and let this Uncle Qiao into the room.

As soon as Uncle Qiao entered the door, he walked towards the only small table in the room, looked at the two dough cakes and a stack of greens on the table that had not moved at all, and couldn't help but shake his head:

"Brother Meng, don't you have an appetite to eat yet?

Eat as much as you want, I put more lard in your aunt's pancakes, but they are fragrant."

As he spoke, Uncle Qiao opened the food box in his hand, replaced the two already cold ones on the table with the hot pastries, and took out a stack of side dishes at the same time.

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he just wanted to thank him, but he heard this Uncle Qiao say again:

"Hold on tonight, and I'll take you to the town down the hill early tomorrow morning.

This disease can't be delayed for too long, so it's better to see a doctor as soon as possible......

Hearing this, Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly shook his head, refused, and said:

"Not really, Uncle Qiao. Didn't I tell you, I'm fine."

That Uncle Joe's temper

has a simple stubbornness, but he didn't believe Meng Xiuyuan's words, and said in a muffled voice:

"Don't lie to me, your Uncle Qiao is not short of money now.

As far as the amount of food you eat when you are not sick, these two cakes are not enough for you to fill half full, how can you not eat them for a day.

You must have this headache not cured......

Speaking of this, Uncle Qiao sighed before continuing:

"You said that you are so strong on weekdays, like a little calf, and you are not worse than my boy back then.

Why did I suddenly have a headache for no reason, and it hasn't gotten better in the past two days.

I haven't even heard of such a strange problem."

Meng Xiuyuan's heart warmed when he heard this, and many memories involuntarily appeared in his mind, all of which were the care that Uncle Qiao and his wife took care of him before he saw through the mystery in the womb.

Immediately, Meng Xiuyuan shook his head with a smile, and didn't speak to explain, he reached out and grabbed a dough cake, and ate the stack of green vegetables.

In just a moment, the bread entered Meng Xiuyuan's stomach.

"Ha, Uncle Qiao, you still have good things hidden down here."

Meng Xiuyuan looked at the boiled egg nested under the green vegetables, and couldn't help but smile at Uncle Qiao.

"Eat it, eggs are nothing.

That boy of mine always brings some fish and meat home, and we can't eat it all."

Seeing that Meng Xiuyuan had an appetite to eat, Uncle Qiao's face was a lot happier.

Meng Xiuyuan nodded with a smile when he heard this, and while continuing to gobble up, he deliberately opened his mouth to tease him:

"Uncle Qiao, you've been a lot more generous lately, has Brother Qiao been promoted in the beggar gang?"

This Uncle Qiao is also honest, and when he heard Meng Xiuyuan say this, he didn't think he was joking, but immediately nodded and said with a serious face:

"Your big brother Qiao is indeed promising, and his gang leader values him very much and gives him many tests.

Maybe when he's done with all these tests, he'll be able to take the position of an elder in the beggars."

When Uncle Qiao mentioned his son, he unconsciously raised his voice by three points, and his words were full of pride.

As he spoke, he glanced at Meng Xiuyuan, and then instructed:

"Little Brother Meng, if you want me to say, don't think about going to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts, how good is it for Brother Qiao to take you into the beggar gang?

You are so handsome, if you become a monk in the future, it will be a pity that you can't get married, have children, and inherit the lineage.

Learn from your brother Qiao and join the beggar gang, you can also make a career without delaying marrying a wife."

Meng Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this, and thought about it slightly, as if there was indeed such a thing.

Before he woke up, he envied Brother Qiao Feng Qiao for his strong martial arts, and he also wanted to go to Shaolin Temple to learn art. It's just that because he was still young, and he was persuaded a few times by this Uncle Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, he didn't go for the time being.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile at Qiao Sanhuai again, nodded and said:

"Don't worry, Uncle Qiao, I've figured it out now.

You can learn martial arts anywhere, so you don't have to go to Shaolin."

Qiao Sanhuai usually persuaded him, but Meng Xiuyuan was very reluctant, and always said something like "the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin". Therefore, Meng Xiuyuan's sudden change of words today really surprised him.

But he didn't think much about it, he just felt that after the child recovered from his illness, he realized a lot when he spoke, which was a good thing.

"Okay, I won't bother you, you can rest again."

With that, Qiao Sanhuai turned around and left with the food box.

……

Seeing that this Uncle Qiao went out, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and sat back on the bed.

In these few small talks, Meng Xiuyuan has almost sorted out the memories of this life.

In this life, his name is still Meng Xiuyuan, and he still doesn't know his origin.

As soon as I could remember when I was four or five years old, I was left alone in the small village at the foot of this Shaomu Mountain

The villagers kindly came to the rescue.

It's just that because they are renting the fields of Shaolin Temple, so at that time, every family was living a tight life, and Meng Xiuyuan, the child, had an amazing amount of food, and no one could take him home to adopt, so they had to work together to help him build a simple hut at the head of the village, and each family gave him a little bit as much as possible, so that he could eat a hundred meals and grow up.

However, later, Qiao Feng, as an outstanding young man in his hometown, joined the beggar gang and rose step by step with his bravery, and Qiao Sanhuai and his wife gradually became more prosperous, so they took over the "heavy responsibility" of feeding Meng Xiuyuan alone.

Since then, although Meng Xiuyuan still lives in this hut by himself because of his habits, he goes to Qiao Sanhuai's and his wife's house to eat three meals a day on weekdays.

The husband and wife have simple personalities and good hearts, and because Qiao Feng, the adopted son, is not at home all the year round, they take great care of Meng Xiuyuan.

In the past two days, Meng Xiuyuan awakened Su Hui, and it seemed that he was sick, so Qiao Sanhuai came to bring him food.

After thinking about these things roughly, Meng Xiuyuan was grateful in his heart, so he didn't think about it again.

At this time, he was most concerned about martial arts.

Immediately, Meng Xiuyuan closed his eyes and meditated, relying on years of meditation and cultivation to feel the state of his body.

The final result surprised him a little.

Although it is true that he has no internal strength, at this time, this body can be called gifted and peerless, and it is not much better than his previous life.

On closer inspection, I found that this body was only ten years old, but it was amazingly vigorous. In particular, the innate essence contained in the two kidneys is extremely abundant, no wonder there is no such fitness at a young age without exercise.

Thinking of the scene when he left the Heaven World, Meng Xiuyuan had a vague understanding, knowing that it was the essence of the vitality in his previous body, which should have been carried to this world and infused into the current young body.

Such a huge innate advantage guarantees that even if Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts cognition does not improve in the slightest from now on, and he cultivates again according to the old path, he will definitely go much farther in the martial arts realm in the end than in his previous life.

If you take online games as an example, if the upper limit of the natural level of Meng Xiuyuan's previous life is level 100, then the upper limit of his level at this time is at least level 120.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't wait to get started. Adjusting the breath and moving the mind, a wisp of very thick true qi was accumulated in the dantian.

Meng Xiuyuan carefully examined it, and couldn't help but feel more and more surprised in his heart.

Compared with his previous life, the internal force generated by his Heavenly Fortune Gong this week has at least doubled.

Thinking about the reason, in addition to the progress of the body's roots, perhaps more importantly, it may be that his internal strength has also been accelerated.

Although Meng Xiuyuan was not sure, he vaguely guessed that it must be related to the grateful voices he heard when he crossed over and left the Yitian World.

In any case, Meng Xiuyuan put his mind at ease.

The plug-in that he relied on to survive after this crossing did not disappear, but went further.

Now, it should be called "Twenty times Zhang Sanfeng's internal talent".