In a dilapidated wooden house, a young man was lying on a simple little bed. Then he saw the young man turned over with a sound of "Ah, cut", opened his hazy eyes and looked in front of him: the quilt was very short, and the cushion under him was

The mattress was also very thin, surrounded by some broken wood, and there were gusts of cold wind blowing in.

The young man shuddered involuntarily, and now he became a little more awake: "Where is this? Am I not dead? This house is too dilapidated. Could it be that I was saved by some homeless man?"

At this time, he felt a chill on his body. The young man hurriedly tightened the clothes he was still wearing, but he saw an oval-shaped stone with a fiery red light falling from his pocket onto the bed. Seeing that this thing was still there, the young man felt slightly happy.

It's really grandpa's blessing to come.

Yes, this person was none other than Cheng Qingyun. Cheng Qingyun continued to search for other items in his clothes, but soon he found that there was nothing else in his clothes except this strange stone.

However, thinking that he was lucky enough to survive such a car accident, his mood gradually improved and he wanted to get up and get out of bed to have a look. But as soon as he stood up, he felt his body trembling and almost couldn't stand.

He quickly leaned on the bed, but despite this, he still felt weak and slightly dizzy for a few seconds before he recovered.

My whole body felt really cold. Wouldn't it be freezing if I went out? So I groped around the bed to see if there were any other clothes. Not to mention, I actually found one under the mattress. It was just a rough linen shirt. I saw this thing.

Cheng Xingyun was confused, how could there be such retro clothes now? But now Cheng Xingyun could only put them on even the roughest clothes.

It's better to go out to see a doctor first to check the situation. Cheng Qingyun slowly stood up again, found a stick in the wooden house as a crutch, and limped out of the door. There was only a trail outside the door, and the rest of his life was full of pain.

The woods were very much like the countryside where he lived when he was a child.

Just when he went out, he suddenly saw a figure flying quickly above the woods. His face was facing Cheng Qingyun, but when he looked at him, his expression was indifferent, as if the figure under the door did not exist, and there was an unknown instrument under his feet.

Crossed the sky above and disappeared.

Cheng Qingyun was extremely surprised when he saw the figure flying in the sky at first, but the man's expression was emotionless. When he thought about it later, he couldn't remember his face at all. Cheng Qingyun was a little puzzled and then looked at the empty sky in his heart.

Some doubts: How come there are people flying in the sky? Could it be that I saw it wrong? Then I must be too sick!

At this time, a gust of wind blew. Cheng Qingyun felt the biting coldness and discomfort in his body. His mind was in a trance. Cheng Qingyun even felt that he was hallucinating. Forget it, he should quickly find a doctor for treatment!

Cheng Qingyun finally came to his senses and decided to go out to find a doctor. He staggered along the forest path for more than a mile and finally saw a village.

There were some people walking on the street in the village. Many of the men there had long hair, some tied up, some tied up. Most of them wore ordinary shirts similar to the one Cheng Qingyun found before, and

The buildings on both sides were all made of wood and bamboo, with no cement traces of modern buildings. Cheng Qingyun was a little surprised that this place was more primitive than the countryside where he lived when he was a child.

He continued to look at it for a while in surprise, and then he found that there was a "pharmacy shop" sign hanging on a slightly wider door, but the font was similar to the small seal script of the ancients. After identifying it twice, he could guess it based on the shape of the strokes, but these phenomena made it difficult for him to guess it.

He was even more surprised, why was everything so retro?

It’s just that he’s feeling uncomfortable right now and doesn’t have the time to think about it. He finally found a place to treat his illness, so he might as well go see a doctor first! So he walked to the medicine shop step by step, leaning on a piece of wood. As soon as he entered, he heard someone inside shout: “Where did it come from?

If the beggar doesn’t go to the restaurant to beg, what are you doing here? Get out!”

Then I saw a man rushing out. The man was wearing long clothes and his hair was tied up. He was holding a steel scale in his hand and was trying to catch up with Cheng Qingyun.

Cheng Qingyun was confused, am I so like a beggar? When he saw the scale stretched out, he had to lean back against the door. Now his body could not withstand such a moment, so he hurriedly said to the man: "This doctor,

I'm not a beggar, I'm here to treat illnesses."

"Doctor? My surname is not doctor. What's more, I don't dare to call myself a doctor. I can only be called a doctor. Only doctors who are monks can be called doctors, but they don't call them doctors but physicians. Are you deliberately trying to hurt me by calling me that?

?You beggar, why don't you quit!" It seemed that the word 'medical' touched the doctor's nerves, and he frowned and said sternly.

What doctor, monk? What are you talking about? Why are you using titles from novels? Cheng Xingyun was a little stunned: "Doctor, I didn't even understand, but I'm not a beggar. I just want to cure diseases."

"Huh? You are dressed in a mess, your hair is falling out like this, and you are leaning on a piece of rotten wood. What are you if you are not a beggar?"

Cheng Qingyun looked at his modern clothes, but they thought they were messy? His hair was just his short hair before, this crook? Forget it, he was really leaning on rotten wood. When he was thinking about it, he heard the doctor continue: "Cure?

Your steps are unsteady, your body is sluggish, your eyes are swollen, and your hall is black. Prepare for your funeral early. I can't save you!"

As soon as he heard this, Cheng Qingyun's body suddenly trembled. He dropped his crutches and collapsed on the ground. What, am I in such bad health? I'm about to die?

Seeing the man in extremely poor health falling to the ground, the doctor also panicked: "Don't die now. In this case, I will get you some cakes to eat. Just hold on!"

Cheng Qingyun was so sad at this moment that he didn't pay attention to the doctor's movements in taking things. He just suddenly smelled the aroma of food, and he moved his head involuntarily, as if he hadn't eaten since he woke up.

I'm so hungry but I can't eat. I really feel like a beggar after eating it, but it tastes really good. Forget about being a beggar, let's just be a beggar. Not to mention that I have to be a well-fed person even if I want to die!

Seeing that the man in extremely poor health finally took the medicine, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that he should be sent away early to prevent him from dying in the pharmacy, so he coughed and continued: "Ahem, I would like to talk about doctors.

Get up! Your illness is not incurable. If you can be treated by a doctor or you can join those cultivating sects, the immortal methods of those monks flying around will definitely save you!"

Cheng Qingyun felt better after just eating a piece of cake. At this time, he once again heard about doctors, monks, and immortals. He felt that something was wrong. What's more, the doctor said that the immortals were flying around, which reminded him of the figure flying in the air just now.

, isn’t that an illusion?

Cheng Qingyun looked at the doctor with confusion in his heart, noticed his clothes, then looked at the clothes of the pedestrians on the street, the buildings, and the words, and then thought about what he just saw, all of which meant something, and a bad thought came into his heart.

idea!

Cheng Qingyun was thinking wildly in his heart, thinking about how to phrase the question: "Those monks you mentioned, are there many immortals around here? Do they often fly around in the air?"

The doctor shook his head, his expression seemed to bring back memories, and he seemed to be mocking himself: "I don't know the exact number, but there must be a lot nearby. Those cultivators who fly around will come out to recruit students every thirty years.

, the last time I went for a test, I was ridiculed because my physical fitness was not up to par. Later, I decided to study medicine to improve my physical fitness. But even if my body gets better, it cannot change the nature of me as an ordinary person. So how can I get into those...

Immortal Dharma Eyes flying in the air?"

Listening to the doctor's confirmation, coupled with the situation in the village and the figure he saw flying in the sky just now, Cheng Qingyun had some doubts that he had traveled through time, and also traveled to a world similar to cultivating immortals.

Cheng Qingyun felt panic in his heart. Now he is also an ordinary person, and he is still an ordinary person who is sick. How can he live in the world of cultivating immortals?

But the doctor ignored Cheng Qingyun's thoughts. Seeing his extremely poor physical condition, he didn't know whether it reminded him of his past experiences or he was afraid that this dying man would fall into the medicine shop.

Thirty years later, if the time is right, some immortal sects will come to recruit students from nearby towns tomorrow. You can go and see if you are favored by them, won't your illness be cured quickly? "

Cheng Qingyun suddenly heard the news with mixed emotions, but his heart was moved but he quickly sank again. He looked like the person in front of him now. Which sect would recruit him?

He was a little mocking, but since he came to the world of cultivating immortals, he still had the idea of ​​​​being a dead horse and a living horse doctor. At least give it a try, so he hurriedly asked: "Are you sure it will be tomorrow? When and where will it be tomorrow?"

Hearing that Cheng Qingyun seemed to be moved, the doctor's pupils were delighted: "Tomorrow at noon, we will reach Donglin Town in the east. From this village, we can walk straight to the east for twenty miles."

At this time, Cheng Qingyun picked up the wood and slowly walked out. When he was outside, he still felt the wind blowing beside him. He immediately felt a chill in his body, and he shivered twice and almost fell down again.

At this time, the doctor in the medicine shop saw that Cheng Qingyun was about to leave but could not let him fall at the door again. He quickly picked up a long coat from the side and put it on him: "Seeing that you are wearing such thin clothes, I will give this to you."

, Okay, let’s go!”

Seeing that the man in extremely poor health finally left, the doctor felt a little sad and breathed a big sigh of relief. If people really died at the door, he would not be able to do business in the future. As for whether Cheng Qingyun could become a disciple of those cultivating sects

In his opinion, it was completely impossible. He suddenly told Cheng Qingyun that the news was just because his body reminded him of thirty years ago. More importantly, it was just to give the dying man a reason to leave the drug store as soon as possible.

Cheng Qingyun paused on the street for a while. Looking at the villagers coming and going and the scenes in the village, he was somewhat sure that he had indeed traveled through time. He slowly returned to the dilapidated wooden house with a complicated mood. Looking at the dilapidated house, he was still at first.

He thought a homeless man saved him, but now it seems that he himself is a homeless man from time-to-time.

Thinking of the current situation, Cheng Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little angry, especially when he thought about the car crash, he regretted it: I just touched her leg, who made her so charming? Or she seduced me first, which could also lead to a car crash? No
Chapter completed!