Su Zimu, who was in a coma, fell into the deepest and deepest dream. In the dream, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, tearing apart the void and destroying everything in the world, including himself.
Su Zimu couldn't run away, hide, or scream. He watched in despair as the lightning fell on his head, swallowing him up bit by bit and turning him into a wisp of smoke.
Then, intense pain penetrated his body, as if the skin, flesh, muscles and bones of his body were torn to pieces, there was no place that was not in pain, and there was no place that was not in pain.
Indescribable pain overwhelmed his consciousness, and it took him a while to finally subside.
In the darkness, a pleasant voice penetrated my eardrum: "Dad, he's awake."
"Give me some medicine." A mellow voice said.
what?
Su Zimu lost his composure. This was obviously a strange language, but he understood it effortlessly!
The faint fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, and before it had time to taste, the bitter medicinal soup poured into the mouth, and most of the remaining pain on the body disappeared, replaced by waves of numbness and itching.
It's like a swarm of ants crawling all over the body.
Su Zimu was extremely sad and angry. What kind of medicine is this? It’s better not to drink it!
The blood surged up and he fainted again.
I don't know how long it took before Su Zimu regained consciousness again.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a yellowed mosquito net and a roof that was smoked black.
Turning around and looking again, I saw a square table with earthen walls, earthen paper windows, the firewood door that leaked light from everywhere was ajar, half-burned out candles poked at the lifeless wooden table, and nothing else.
His last consciousness was that he was struck by the lightning. Since he survived the disaster, he should be lying in the hospital now, being carefully cared for by a beautiful and gentle nurse.
But what is going on with these things in front of you?
Where is the clean ward? Where is the gentle lady? Am I not having a nightmare?
There was a creaking sound, and a tall woman pushed open the firewood door. Her big dark and smart eyes met Su Zimu's scrutinizing gaze, and she suddenly shouted with joy: "Daddy, he's awake——"
This voice... this face... this figure... she's actually a rare costume lolita plus!
Su Zimu's eyes immediately lit up.
After a while, a thin middle-aged man was pulled in by a large Lolita and pointed at Su Zimu on the bed: "Daddy, look!"
The middle-aged man smoothed his long beard with his hand, held Su Zimu's wrist, and nodded after a moment: "My little friend 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 disappointed: "What do you call me? What is this place?"
He even wanted to ask, who asked you to punish me?
But the language he had never been exposed to but was able to use proficiently made him know that this was by no means his own world.
Wouldn't it be unrealistic if one could master a language just by being struck by lightning?
The large Lolita is straightforward: "This is Anping Xianfang, my name is Xu Ning, and this is my father Xu Yun!"
Xianfang?
Su Zimu looked a little surprised: "So, you two are both monks?"
Xu Ning was about to speak when she heard Xu Yun shout in a deep voice: "Ning'er!"
Xu Ning became silent for a moment and stepped aside aggrievedly.
Xu Yun smiled and said: "This daughter is spoiled by me, little friend. Don't blame her."
Su Zimu responded quickly: "No, no, Miss Ning is so innocent and innocent, which is really rare."
When Xu Ning heard this, she immediately became happy again.
Xu Yun chuckled, stood up and said: "My little friend has just recovered from a serious injury. It is not suitable to work hard. Please rest early."
The Xu father and his daughter left. Although Su Zimu was tired, he could not fall asleep for a long time.
He has too many questions and curiosities, and as soon as he closes his eyes, something inexplicable will appear in his mind. It seems to be a practice!
Su Zimu smacked his lips and thought to himself, could this be my golden finger?
Based on the idea that the person who traveled through the plane is the son of the plane and the king of luck, Su Zimu tried to run the technique, but after working hard for a long time, he didn't even fart.
The injury must have not healed yet, the body is too weak!
After Su Zimu came to this conclusion, he finally felt relieved and fell asleep unconsciously.
A few days later, Su Zimu was in good health and could finally go out.
Outside the house is a small yard, the warm sunshine shines on me, and I take a deep breath of fresh air, which makes me feel energetic.
Xu Yun was sitting in the yard drinking tea. When he saw this, he greeted: "Zi Mu, come and have a drink!"
Su Zimu quickly agreed and sat down opposite Xu Yun: "Uncle Yun, what I know is that you asked me to drink tea, but what I don't know is that you asked me to drink tea?"
Xu Yun laughed and poured a cup of tea for Su Zimu: "You kid, you want to drink at just the right time!"
"That's not true. I've never been fond of this drink." Su Zimu took the tea cup, and a fragrance suddenly penetrated his nostrils. He couldn't help but praise, "Good tea!"
He didn't know how to taste it, but he felt the temperature was right and drank it all in one gulp.
As soon as the tea enters the stomach, a cool feeling rises straight up, reaches the top of the head and slowly disperses, and the mind suddenly becomes clearer.
Xu Yundao said: "It's not really good, it's just the most ordinary soothing tea." As he spoke, he offered another cup of tea for Su Zimu, "Zimu, let me ask you something that I shouldn't ask, what are your plans for the future?"
"Plan?" Su Zimu blinked, "Uncle Yun, I have a merciless request!"
"Tell me." Xu Yun nodded.
"Can you teach me how to practice?" Su Zimu was full of expectation and his eyes were bright.
Xu Yun put down the teapot: "Zi Mu, practicing is easy to say but difficult to do. It not only requires opportunity, but also qualifications."
There was obviously something in his words, so Su Zimu quickly asked: "Then what do I lack?"
"Qualifications." Xu Yun said bluntly, "Your qualifications are mediocre. Even if you practice hard, you will not be able to become a great person."
Su Zimu's smile suddenly froze on his face: "No way?"
Xu Yun sighed deeply: "There are countless human races in this world, but there is not one in a hundred who has the qualifications to practice."
How could Su Zimu give up and asked again: "You can't practice without qualifications?"
"That's not true." Xu Yun stopped drinking tea, "There has never been an absolute thing in this world. It is not that there are people with ordinary qualifications who are successful in practice. However, since ancient times, there have been countless monks, and there are only a few people who have achieved extraordinary things through ordinary people.
Just people."
Su Zimu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it, how does Uncle Yun know that I'm not next!"
As a time traveler, how can it be possible to achieve nothing?
"It's a good thing to have ambition, but practice is really difficult."
Su Zimu pointed at his head: "Uncle Yun, to be honest with you, I have a practice here, but I don't know how to practice it, so I don't know where to start..."
Xu Yun waved his hand: "I not only know that you have a technique in your mind, but I also know where it came from. The inability to practice is not a problem with the technique, but because your qualifications are too poor and you can't even sense spiritual energy. How can you practice?
"
Su Zimu was stunned immediately, and after a while he asked reluctantly: "Is there really no way?"
Xu Yun was silent for a moment: "It's not that there is no way, but this way... is very difficult."
"Tell me, I am the least afraid of this!" Su Zimu patted his chest on the spot.
