At noon in the blazing summer, a heat wave swept through the mountains and forests, blowing the vegetation and making a rustling sound.
Jiang Ming opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel severe pain all over his body.
He turned his head with difficulty and found that he was lying in a patch of rubble, wearing coarse clothes and covered in blood.
"What happened?"
I was blowing on the air conditioner, singing songs, and brushing up against the beautiful young lady. How could I become like this in a blink of an eye?
Suddenly, fragments of memories flooded into my mind.
A young man named Jiang Ming has just turned sixteen. His parents died early and he is in frail health. He makes a living by going to the mountains to collect medicine...
Today on a cliff, Jiang Ming discovered a rare medicinal herb and wanted to take the risk of picking it. He never thought that his foot would slip and he would fall directly from the cliff more than ten meters high. His bones and tendons would be broken, and he would die.
"grass!"
As a distinguished Qidian Yuesheng, Jiang Ming understood the situation instantly.
I stopped pretending, let’s show off my cards, I traveled through time...
Jiang Ming took a few deep breaths to calm down. He glanced at the palm of his left hand and found that he was holding a strange red grass.
Browsing through the memories of his predecessor, he found that this was a strange world where great power belonged to individuals. Everything was low-grade, except for martial arts. The Yan country he was in was founded by an invincible martial arts master.
There is even a legend that there is an immortal who is coming to the world and flying into the sky and into the earth!
It is suspected that he has traveled to the world of cultivating immortals...
But what does this have to do with him.
At this time, Jiang Ming was just an unlucky guy who was seriously injured and could collapse at any time.
"Isn't there a system to save me?"
"Simulator?"
"Dark blue plus a little bit..."
No response.
Jiang Ming is a little panicked. How to play if he is seriously injured at the beginning?
suddenly.
He seemed to see it inside himself.
In my mind, a speck of light floats and sinks, as if it has existed forever.
At this moment, the light spot exploded like a supernova, suddenly blooming with endless light.
The light carried infinite power, penetrating into every inch of muscle and every drop of blood in his body.
All Jiang Ming's wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the broken bones were connected and restored in an instant.
When Jiang Ming came back to his senses, the light spot had already converged, like a star that would never fall, standing across Jiang Ming's mind.
At the same time, a ray of information also entered Jiang Ming's consciousness.
The immortal source light can protect the host's immortality and immortality.
"This is my golden finger?"
Jiang Ming murmured that through this ray of information, he had learned that this immortal source light had been integrated with his consciousness.
Even if the body is destroyed and the soul is shattered, it can still be reborn.
He tried to stand up and found no physical discomfort. It seemed that his life was temporarily saved.
However, Jiang Ming did not get carried away: "I have seen too many things about immortality in movies. All kinds of unlucky immortals who were tied up, caged, sliced, and had their blood drawn, as well as those who were used as sustainable food rations. …”
He couldn't help but shudder. This golden finger was no different from Tang Monk's meat. It must not be too high-profile.
The pig's-foot route of fighting bravely and becoming famous all over the world should never be taken.
Of course, other than that, this cheat is pretty good.
Immortality is not an invincible path, but it means infinite possibilities.
Whether it is past or present life, technological civilization or immortal civilization, lifespan limitation is an eternal problem that affects personal development and even the progress of civilization.
Due to the limited lifespan of scientists in previous generations, it took decades just to learn the knowledge of their predecessors. When they finally had the resources and strength to reach higher scientific peaks, they were already in their twilight years and could only retire with regret. .
The same is true for cultivating immortals. No matter how arrogant and magnificent you are, you will be nothing but a handful of dirt in the end.
Who can see immortality, and who can become an immortal?
A limited lifespan is like a black barrier with no end in sight, sealing everyone in a small well. They desperately want to jump out, but they are unable to do so.
And today's Jiang Ming is like a frog jumping out of a deep well. Although he is very weak, he has infinite possibilities. As long as he lives steadily, for hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of years, he will one day stand tall.
Sit at the highest point in the world and enjoy the endless scenery.
"The premise of all this is that the boss will not find out and kidnap and slice..." Jiang Ming said to himself.
"You must live on and hold on till the end to get everything you need. Why don't you, martial arts masters and immortals, wait until you are dead and I go dig graves and look for treasures..."
Just when Jiang Ming was letting himself go and thinking wildly, the sound of rustling footsteps suddenly came from not far away.
A middle-aged man carrying a medicine basket and his clothes full of patches appeared in front of him.
"Amin?"
The visitor was a little surprised.
Jiang Ming looked up and saw that this man had a sallow face and thin muscles, sunken eye sockets, and looked like he was depleted of energy and blood. He was staring at him with wandering eyes, and a hatchet in his hand was a bit dazzling.
Jiang Ming recognized him. He was also a herb collector at the foot of the mountain. He only knew him as Huang Laogui, but they didn't have much interaction with him on weekdays.
Every herb collector has his own route, and the places where some rare herbs grow are even more secrets. Meeting other herb collectors in the mountains is not a happy event...
Jiang Ming looked at him and said nothing.
"Are you injured while collecting medicine? Is it serious?"
Huang Laogui said with concern, his eyes fell on Jiang Ming's hand, a trace of fire flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Ming's heart sank, uncle, I was too excited just now and was negligent.
"No, it's not serious. Just rest for a while and you'll be fine." He responded quickly.
Huang Laogui said with a hoarse smile: "It's okay, A Ming, you are so lucky. You found a fire cloud grass, which can be sold for thirty taels of silver, which is enough to feed and clothe you for several years."
"I'll go into the mountains quickly to see if I can try my luck." He waved his hand and continued walking forward.
Jiang Ming let out a sigh of relief and seemed to let down his guard.
However, at the moment when the two of them were about to miss each other, Huang Laogui's eyes suddenly revealed a fierce light.
"You little bastard, go to hell!"
The hatchet in his hand was raised, and he stabbed Jiang Ming in the chest.
"Fuck you, uncle!" Jiang Ming's eyelids jumped.
He had already expected that this guy had bad intentions, but he didn't expect that the other party directly wanted to kill him.
The local gangs are so rude!
Without thinking, Jiang Ming took out the medicine shovel from his waist and slashed hard at Huang Laogui's neck.
The medicine shovel has been sharpened by rocks for many years, and is sharper than an ordinary knife. As long as it scratches the flesh, blood will be splashed three feet.
However, there was disdain in Huang Laogui's eyes. The boy was still too young and his reaction was slow.
Pfft~
The hatchet stabbed into Jiang Ming's heart and came out from his back, bringing up a string of blood.
"Hahaha, with this Fire Cloud Grass, I will..." Old Ghost Huang laughed with joy, and stretched out his hand to take the Fire Cloud Grass.
In his opinion, Jiang Ming, who had been stabbed through the heart, had no power to resist anymore.
However, the moment he put down his guard.
A bit of cold light suddenly flashed across his eyes.
Fast and ruthless!
Tsk~
The spatula cut through the flesh, like a knife cutting through paper. A line of blood quietly appeared on Huang Laogui's neck, and then the blood spurted out like waves.
"You, what, cough..." He stared at Jiang Ming in disbelief, but his throat was blocked by blood and he couldn't say anything.
In front of him, Jiang Ming had a hatchet stuck in his body, bleeding profusely, grinning in pain, but still standing steadily.
"Since ancient times, no one has ever died, so why seize the day?"
Jiang Ming looked at Old Ghost Huang and spit out blood.
Under Huang Laogui's horrified gaze, Jiang Ming gasped, slowly pulled out the hatchet from his chest, aimed it at his neck, and chopped off again.
Phew~
Flowers of blood surged, and Old Ghost Huang died completely.
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