Su Zimu, who was in a coma, fell into the deepest and deepest dream, in which a lightning bolt fell from the sky, tearing apart the void and destroying everything in the world, including himself.

Su Zimu couldn't escape if he wanted to, couldn't dodge if he wanted to, couldn't shout if he wanted to, and watched in despair as the lightning fell on his head, swallowing him little by little and turning him into a wisp of smoke.

Then, a strong pain ran through his body, and the skin, flesh, muscles and bones of his body seemed to be torn apart, and there was no place that did not hurt, and there was no place that did not hurt.

The indescribable pain overwhelmed his consciousness, and it took a few moments to subside.

In the darkness, a nice voice drilled into the ear drum: "Dad, he's awake." ”

"Feed the medicine." A mellow voice said.

what？

Su Zimu was not calm, this was obviously an unfamiliar language, but he understood it effortlessly!

The faint fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, and before he could taste it, the bitter medicinal soup poured into his mouth, and most of the residual pain on his body disappeared, replaced by a tingling itch.

It's like a swarm of ants crawling around on your body.

Su Zimu was so sad and indignant, what kind of medicine is this, it's better not to drink it!

The blood swelled up, and he fainted again.

I don't know how long it took, Su Zimu regained consciousness again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a yellowed mosquito net and a blackened roof.

Turning his head to look again, there was nothing else about the square table with earthen walls, mud floor paper windows, the wood door leaking everywhere, and the half-burned candle poking at the lifeless wooden table.

His last consciousness was still struck by the thunder, since he would not die, he should lie in the hospital at this time, and be carefully cared for by the beautiful and gentle nurse.

But what's going on with these things in front of you?

What about clean wards? What about the gentle young lady? I'm not having a nightmare, am I?

With a squeak, a tall woman pushed open the chai door, her big dark and smart eyes collided with Su Zimu's scrutinizing gaze, and she suddenly shouted with joy: "Daddy, he's awake—"

The voice...... This face...... This figure ...... It's actually a rare costume Lori plus!

Su Zimu's eyes lit up when he landed.

After a while, a thin middle-aged man was pulled in by a large Lori and pointed to Su Zimu on the bed: "Daddy, look! ”

The middle-aged man stroked his long beard, pressed Su Zimu's wrist, and nodded after a while: "Xiaoyou is recovering well, and he will be able to go to the ground in a few days." ”

The corners of Su Zimu's mouth twitched, and his expression was indescribably lost: "What do you call the two?" What kind of place is this? ”

He wanted to ask who asked me to fix me.

But the language he had never been exposed to but could use fluently made him know that this was not his world.

Isn't it too unrealistic to be able to master a language after being struck by lightning?

The large Lori was straightforward: "This is Anping Xianfang, my name is Xu Ning, this is my father Xu Yun!" ”

Xianfang?

Su Zimu was a little surprised: "So, both of you are monks?" ”

Xu Ning was about to speak, but heard Xu Yun shout in a deep voice: "Ning'er! ”

Xu Ning stopped moving in an instant, and stepped aside aggrievedly.

Xu Yun smiled: "This daughter has spoiled me, don't blame Xiaoyou." ”

Su Zimu hurriedly responded: "No, no, Miss Ning is innocent, it's really rare." ”

When Xu Ning heard this, she immediately became happy again.

Xu Yun chuckled, got up and said, "Xiaoyou is recovering from a serious injury, so it's not appropriate to work, so let's rest early." ”

Xu's father and daughter left, and although Su Zimu was tired, he couldn't sleep for a long time.

He has too many questions and curiosities, and as soon as he closes his eyes, something indescribable will appear in his mind, as if it is an exercise!

Su Zimu smacked his lips and said in his heart, is this my golden finger?

In line with the idea that the traverser is the son of the plane and the king of luck, Su Zimu tried to run the exercises, but after working hard for a long time, he didn't let out a single fart.

It must be that the injury is not healed yet, and the body is too weak!

Su Zimu came to this conclusion, and finally felt a lot more relieved, and fell asleep unconsciously.

A few days later, Su Zimu was in good health and was finally able to go out.

Outside the house is a small yard, the warm sun shines on the body, take a deep breath of fresh air, and the whole person is refreshed.

Xu Yun was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, and when he saw this, he greeted: "Zimu, come and have a drink!" ”

Su Zimu hurriedly agreed, and sat opposite Xu Yun: "Uncle Yun, what you know is that you call me to drink tea, if you don't know, why don't you ask me to drink for you?" ”

Xu Yun laughed and poured a cup of tea for Su Zimu: "You kid, you want to drink just a little bit!" ”

"Not really, I've never been good at this." Su Zimu took the teacup, and suddenly a fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, and he couldn't help blurting out praise, "Good tea!" ”

He didn't know how to taste it, he felt the temperature was right, and drank it clean in one gulp.

When the tea entered the stomach, I felt a cool straight rise, and after reaching the top of my head, it slowly dispersed, and my mind suddenly cleared up a lot.

Xu Yun said: "It's not good, it's just the most ordinary awakening tea." As he spoke, he refilled a cup for Su Zimu, "Zimu, say something that shouldn't be asked, what are your plans for the future?" ”

"Intended?" Su Zimu blinked, "Uncle Yun, I have a reluctant request!" ”

"Say it." Xu Yun nodded.

"Can you teach me how to practice?" Su Zimu was full of anticipation, and his eyes were burning.

Xu Yun put down the teapot: "Zimu, cultivation is easy to say, but it is difficult to do, not only do you need chance, but you also have to have qualifications." ”

This is obviously something in the words, Su Zimu hurriedly asked: "Then what am I missing?" ”

"Qualifications." Xu Yun was straightforward, "Your qualifications are mediocre, even if you are reluctant to practice, it is difficult to become a great tool." ”

Su Zimu's smile froze on his face: "Won't it?" ”

Xu Yun sighed faintly: "There are countless human races in this world, and there is no one in a hundred who have cultivation qualifications. ”

Su Zimu was willing to give up, and asked, "You can't practice without qualifications?" ”

"Not really." Xu Yun didn't drink tea anymore, "There has never been an absolute thing in this world, and it is not impossible for people with ordinary qualifications and successful cultivation, but since ancient times, there have been countless monks, and there are only a few people who have achieved extraordinary results with ordinary." ”

Su Zimu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it, how does Uncle Yun know that I'm not next!" ”

As a traverser, how can you achieve nothing?

"It's good to have ambition, but it's really hard to practice."

Su Zimu pointed to his head: "Uncle Yun, I won't tell you, I have an exercise here, but I don't know how to practice and don't know where to start......

Xu Yun waved his hand: "I not only know that you have an exercise in your head, but also know where it came from, and it is not a problem that you can't practice, but your qualifications are too poor, and you can't even sense the aura, how can you practice?" ”

Su Zimu was stunned for a while, and then asked unwillingly: "Is there really no way at all?" ”

Xu Yun was silent for a moment: "It's not that there is no way at all, but this way is ...... Hard. ”

"You say, I'm the least afraid of this!" Su Zimu slapped his chest on the spot.

Xu Yun gently spit out two words: "Forging body!" ”