Starting from ten times Zhang Sanfeng’s talent, 147 is still Meng Xiuyuan
Meng Xiuyuan didn't know if this was considered his death.
Ever since that ray of light in the sky hit him, he had lost control of his body.
In just an instant, the true energy was extinguished and the flesh and blood melted.
However, it does not mean that all the power he gained from twenty years of hard training in this world has disappeared. On the contrary, under the illumination of this beam of light, Meng Xiuyuan felt an inexplicable excitement and joy in his heart.
His realm at this time was still low, and he was just an ordinary martial arts master. Naturally, he did not understand that the flesh and blood energy he had accumulated for many years had actually been refined into extremely pure essence of vitality, which was transformed into rainbow light along with his soul.
Leaving this world.
At this time, Meng Xiuyuan had almost lost consciousness and had little awareness of the outside world.
Dimly, he could only vaguely "hear" countless voices, either familiar or unfamiliar, thanking him.
Some thanked him for saving lives, some thanked him for curing illnesses, some thanked him for having enough to eat, and some thanked him for living a stable life.
All of these are not enough.
The amazing thing is that after every word of thanks, Meng Xiuyuan felt that he had gained something insignificant. Added up, it can be regarded as adding up to something.
Afterwards, these sounds gradually dissipated, and Meng Xiuyuan only felt an endless coldness coming over him.
Immediately, he fell into a long and confusing dream.
…
In the fourth year of Yuanfeng in the Northern Song Dynasty, in a small village at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, a ten-year-old child woke up from his sleep.
He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, but there was no panic in his eyes, only a slight daze.
"It turns out that this is what it feels like to be reincarnated and see through the mystery of the womb... I have lived another life."
Meng Xiuyuan subconsciously glanced at the simple hut where he was, but his mind was not here, but still in the long dream.
Even for him who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, this magical experience cannot be fully accepted in a short time.
The way of leaving Yitian World was a little different from what he expected.
Just when Meng Xiuyuan was about to think carefully about his memories, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a concerned greeting came from outside:
"Brother Meng, is your headache better?"
When Meng Xiuyuan heard the sound, he subconsciously felt familiar and familiar. He quickly got out of bed and tried to open the door.
But I didn't expect that I still felt dizzy, but when I moved, my movements were very crisp and clean.
This little body is full of vitality, completely unlike a ten-year-old child who has never practiced martial arts.
In just a moment, Meng Xiuyuan rushed to the door, stretched out his hand and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was a dark-skinned man. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, poorly dressed, with rough skin and a weathered face. He was obviously a farm man who had endured hardships in daily life.
"Uncle Qiao, I'm fine, come in quickly."
Meng Xiuyuan blurted out subconsciously and let Uncle Qiao into the room.
As soon as Uncle Qiao entered the door, he walked towards the only small table in the room. He looked at the two flatbreads and a pile of green vegetables that were not moved at all on the table, and couldn't help but shook his head:
"Brother Meng, do you still have no appetite for food?
Eat as much as you like, I asked your aunt to put more lard in the pancakes, but they are delicious."
With that said, Uncle Qiao opened the food box in his hand, replaced the two cold ones on the table with the hot noodles in it, and at the same time took out a pile of side dishes.
Meng Xiuyuan heard this and was about to thank him, but he heard Uncle Qiao say again:
"Just hold on tonight, and I will take you to the town at the foot of the mountain early tomorrow morning.
This disease cannot be delayed for too long, and we still need to see a doctor as soon as possible..."
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he quickly shook his head and refused, saying:
"No need, Uncle Qiao. Didn't I tell you that I'm fine already."
Uncle Qiao had a simple stubbornness in his temper, but he didn't believe Meng Xiuyuan's words and said in a low voice:
"Don't lie to me, your Uncle Qiao is not short of money now.
Based on the amount of food you eat when you are not sick, these two pancakes are not enough to fill you up half full. How could you have left it for a whole day without eating it?
You must have this headache that hasn’t healed yet..."
At this point, Uncle Qiao sighed and then continued:
"You said that you are usually as strong as a calf, and you are no worse than that kid from my family back then.
I suddenly got a headache for no reason. It has not gotten better for the past two days.
I didn’t even hear about such a strange problem.”
Meng Xiuyuan's heart warmed when he heard this, and many memories appeared in his mind involuntarily, all of which were the care taken by Uncle Qiao and his wife before he saw through the mystery of the pregnancy.
Immediately, Meng Xiuyuan smiled and shook his head. Without saying anything to explain, he reached out and grabbed a noodle pancake and ate the pile of green vegetables.
In just a moment, the pancake entered Meng Xiuyuan's stomach.
"Ha, Uncle Qiao, you have some good things hidden down there."
Meng Xiuyuan looked at the hard-boiled egg nestled under the green vegetables and couldn't help but smile at Uncle Qiao.
"Eat quickly, eggs don't matter.
My boy always brings some fish, meat, and other things home, and we, the old couple, can’t finish them.”
Seeing that Meng Xiuyuan had an appetite for food, Uncle Qiao was very happy.
Meng Xiuyuan smiled and nodded when he heard this. While continuing to devour the food, he deliberately opened his mouth and teased him:
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"Uncle Qiao, you are really rich recently. Has Brother Qiao been promoted in the Beggar Clan?"
This Uncle Qiao also had an honest and dull personality. When Meng Xiuyuan said this, he didn't think he was joking. Instead, he nodded immediately and said seriously:
"Brother Qiao is indeed promising. His gang leader values him very much and has given him many tests.
Maybe after he completes these tests, he can have the position of elder in the Beggar Clan."
When Uncle Qiao mentioned his son, his voice rose three points higher unconsciously, and his words were full of pride.
As he spoke, he glanced at Meng Xiuyuan, and then ordered:
"Brother Meng, if you ask me, don't even think about going to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts. How about letting your brother Qiao take you into the Beggar Clan?
You are so handsome. It would be a pity if you become a monk in the future and cannot get married and have children to continue the family line.
Just like you, Brother Qiao, you can join a beggar's gang and make a career without delaying your marriage to a wife."
Meng Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this. After thinking about it for a moment, it seemed that such a thing was indeed happening.
Before he woke up, he envied Brother Qiao Feng and Qiao's powerful martial arts, and also wanted to go to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts from his master. However, because he was still young and was persuaded several times by Uncle Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, he did not go there 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 have figured it out now.
You can learn martial arts anywhere, there is no need to go to Shaolin."
No matter how Qiao Sanhuai usually tried to persuade him, Meng Xiuyuan was reluctant and always said something like, "The world's martial arts comes from Shaolin." So today, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly changed his tune, which really surprised him.
However, he didn't think much about it. He just thought that after the child recovered from his illness, he became more enlightened when speaking, which was a good thing.
"Well, I won't disturb you anymore, and you can have a good rest."
With that said, Qiao Sanhuai turned around and left with the food box in his arms.
…
Seeing Uncle Qiao go out, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the bed.
During these few exchanges of small talk, Meng Xiuyuan had almost sorted out his memories of this life.
In this life, his name is still Meng Xiuyuan, and his origin is still unclear.
When I was four or five years old, as soon as I could remember, I lived alone in this small village at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and was rescued by the kindhearted villagers.
However, because they all rented the land from the Shaolin Temple, life was tight for every household at that time. The child Meng Xiuyuan also had an incredible appetite, so no one could take him home and adopt him, so they had to work together to help him build a home in the village.
A simple hut, each family gave him a little bit of charity as much as possible, so that he could grow up eating the food of hundreds of families.
However, later on, Qiao Feng, an outstanding young man from his hometown, joined the beggar gang and rose through the ranks with his bravery. As Qiao Sanhuai and his wife gradually became more comfortable, they took on the "important task" of feeding Meng Xiuyuan on their own.
Since then, although Meng Xiuyuan still lived in this small house out of habit, he would go to Qiao Sanhuai and his wife's house for three meals a day.
The couple were simple-minded and kind-hearted, and because Qiao Feng, their adopted son, was not at home all year round, they took great care of Meng Xiuyuan.
In the past two days, Meng Xiuyuan woke up from Su Hui, who seemed to be ill, so Qiao Sanhuai came to bring him food.
After roughly thinking about this, Meng Xiuyuan felt grateful and did not think about it in detail.
At this time, what he was most concerned about was the issue of martial arts.
Immediately, Meng Xiu closed his eyes and meditated, using his years of meditation practice to feel the conditions inside his body.
The final result surprised him.
Although it is true that all his internal strength is gone, this body at this time can be said to be extremely talented and extremely strong. It is infinitely better than his previous life.
After further careful inspection, I felt that this body was obviously only ten years old, but it was surprisingly energetic. Especially the innate essence contained in the two kidneys was extremely full. No wonder that at such a young age, without exercise, it naturally has
So good for your body.
Thinking about the scene when he left the Yitian world, Meng Xiuyuan had a vague understanding, knowing that the essence of his previous body energy must have been carried into this world and poured into this young body.
Such a huge innate advantage ensured that even if Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts knowledge did not improve at all from now on, if he practiced again according to the old path, his martial arts progress would definitely be much further than in his previous life.
If we take an online game as an example, if the natural level limit of a character in Meng Xiuyuan's previous life was level 100, then his current level limit is at least level 120.
Thinking of this, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't wait and started to use his energy. He adjusted his breathing and thought, and a very thick ray of true energy was accumulated in his Dantian.
Meng Xiuyuan examined it carefully and couldn't help but feel more and more surprised.
Compared with his previous life, the internal energy generated by his Zhou Tian Yun Gong this time has at least doubled.
Thinking about the reason, in addition to the improvement of the body's bones, perhaps more importantly, the internal acceleration and external plug-ins have also been enhanced.
Although Meng Xiuyuan was not sure, he vaguely guessed that it must be related to the voices of thanks he heard when he left Yitian World.
In any case, Meng Xiuyuan felt relieved.
The cheat that he relied on to make a living after time travel did not disappear, but took a step further.
Now let’s talk about it, it should be called “twenty times Zhang Sanfeng’s internal strength talent”.