No one knows luck better than me

Chapter 1

"A Xun, A Xun!"

"Wake up, wake up"

A slightly anxious call seemed to come from far away. He vaguely felt that someone was shaking him. Chen Xun's vague consciousness was turbulent, and he opened his eyes hazily.

Then, I was taken aback.

The surrounding candles were flickering, it was dark, damp, and dilapidated. I was no longer in my own bedroom, but on a cold couch in a dilapidated house with four walls.

And at the moment beside the bed, there is a burly, simple-looking man wearing an ancient costume, looking at him in surprise:

"Ah Xun, you finally woke up!"

What the hell?

Didn't I fall asleep while playing games?Where is this?

Looking at the simple and completely unfamiliar man in front of him, Chen Xun couldn't help being stunned.

Just as he was about to sit up, a sudden explosion-like pain in his chest and mind made him lie back with a muffled grunt.

Immediately afterwards, chaotic and unfamiliar memories emerged as if a bank had burst, flashing in turn.

This is not the modern society he is familiar with, but an ancient small town called Huanglong County in the Qian Kingdom.

The owner of the memory is also called Chen Xun, who has just reached the age of crown.

Some people were born in Rome, and some people were born as cattle and horses.The original owner was abducted by human teeth and separated from his parents when he was young. He was controlled by begging and stealing in the street for a living. aldult.

The dark-skinned man in front of the bed was named Song Dahu.

Their age and life experience are similar to those of the original owner of the memory. The two met when they were young and lived together on the street, supporting each other and going through hardships together. They are not brothers but they are better than brothers.

The memory is numb, making people feel as if the head is about to explode. Chen Xun, who is familiar with online classics, finally realized what happened to him in the confusion:
This is, crossed! ?
The person in my memory has almost the same name as mine. Could it be another me in a parallel time and space?

Damn, why am I in a parallel time and space doing so miserably?

But now I don't need 996 and repay the mortgage, it seems good.
No, I'm gone, what will my parents do?

fuck
At this moment, filled with the tingling pain in his head and messy thoughts, Chen Xun lay on the bed with a distorted expression, Song Dahu who was next to him hurriedly got up and brought a broken bowl from nowhere, and slightly supported his upper body:

"Come on, drink some water."

Enduring the pain, Chen Xun took the bowl and poured it down vigorously, seeming to suppress the chaotic memories in his mind a little.

Song Dahu couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief: "Ah Xun, how do you feel now?"

Confused at the moment, and afraid of revealing the truth that he is a time traveler, Chen Xun managed to calm down, hoarse, and vaguely said:
"It's okay. My whole body hurts"

After hearing the second half of the sentence, Song Dahu's originally concerned face turned into resentment, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Zhao Wupeng, a bastard, blackmailed your money and almost killed you. He made you like this. I will never let him go!"

Zhao Wupeng?
Chen Xun subconsciously lowered his head, only to notice that his chest was wrapped in gauze.

Gently pulling it away, there was a hideous blue-purple palm print in the middle of the chest, and there were bursts of stinging pain from bone cracks, which seemed to be seriously injured.

At the same time, a cold, mean and contemptuous man's face and corresponding memories emerged in his mind.

Zhao Wupeng is the young leader of the Dragon Wen Gang, a gang in the city.

The world is difficult, and Yuan Shen and Song Dahu are living a difficult life. Two years ago, when they became adults, in order to have enough to eat, they joined the Longwen Gang and became peripheral gang members.

Less than half a year after joining the gang, Song Dahu gradually showed a brute strength, and was promoted to the elite of the inner court not long after, with a bright future.

But the original owner's aptitude is mediocre, his bones are mediocre, and he hasn't been able to practice the gang's basic boxing and post skills for more than a year, and he has always been an idiot.

The relationship between the two is like brothers, and the relationship is not alienated because of this, but the original owner, who is so ordinary, is somewhat disappointed and envious.

Until ten days ago.

By coincidence, the original owner accidentally heard about the relationship from the gang, and wanted to help a certain deacon of Yaowang Mountain choose a group of innocent and smart young people to go to Yaowang Mountain to work as handymen and guard the medicine fields .

Yaowang Mountain is a well-known martial arts sect in this area. It has a high status for common people. Even if they go there to do handyman, it is an opportunity for the lowest grassroots to change their fate.

The original owner was very thoughtful, knowing his own situation, and immediately wanted to take a chance, so he gave away all the hard work and wealth he had accumulated over the years, and even borrowed most of it from Song Dahu, making a total of [-] silver teeth , went to Zhao Wupeng, the leader of the gang outside the hall who was in charge of this matter.

In Huanglong County, one silver tooth can buy tens of catties of grain, and thirty silver teeth is not a small number.Zhao Wupeng was quite satisfied with the confession made by the original body at the time, and accepted the money on the spot, promising that he would be one of the handyman candidates.

The original body didn't think too much, and went back to wait with hope, and even began to look forward to his future career in Yaowang Mountain.

However, he waited and waited for seven or eight days without any news.

After some inquiries, he learned that the ten handymen had been selected three days ago, and all of them were sent to Yaowang Mountain.

Zhao Wupeng didn't include him at all!

Such a fact was like a bolt from the blue, realizing that he might be deceived, Yuanshen went to Zhao Wupeng desperately to ask for an explanation, but the other party changed his face completely and refused to accept the money at all.

The original owner was full of grief and indignation, and argued hard, but Zhao Wupeng couldn't help but just slapped the original owner with a smirk and vomited blood and passed out in the street.

When the original owner regained consciousness, he was rescued by Song Dahu.

It's just that Zhao Wupeng is a master of martial arts in the gang, and it is difficult for ten strong men to get close to him. Although the palm did not kill the original owner, it also cracked the sternum and shook the internal organs, causing serious injuries.

Coupled with the unresolved depression and indignation in his heart, the original owner has been bedridden since then, and his injuries are getting worse and worse. Within a few days, he becomes terminally ill, and the medicine is difficult to heal.

At the end of his life, Chen Xun's soul came through.

What a dog, really Nimahei!

This tragic memory flashed quickly, and Zhao Wupeng's ugly face was unforgettable, even Chen Xun, who had nothing to do with it, suddenly became furious.

As a modern person, he personally felt the resentment and grief of the original owner, and also felt how sinister and cruel this ancient foreign world without legal constraints was.

However, now is not the time to worry about these things.

There was still a mess in his mind, Chen Xun planned to straighten out all his memories first and then deal with these grievances, so he took a deep breath and said:
"Dahu, don't be impulsive, then Zhao Wupeng is not easy to deal with. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. This matter needs to be discussed in the long run."

Seemingly surprised by Chen Xun's calmness, Song Dahu was taken aback for a moment, then said in a muffled voice:
"Oh, that's right. Your injury is still serious, and you still need to rest well. It's not the time to think about these things, let that bastard be proud for a while."

"It doesn't matter, sooner or later there will be a chance"

If you talk too much, you will lose, Chen Xun took advantage of the situation and found an excuse:

"Dahu, I'm a little hungry."

Song Dahu stood up immediately: "Wait a minute, I'll go buy you a bowl of porridge, and bring back two medicines by the way, you lie down first!"

Chen Xun nodded slightly in response, Song Dahu turned and pushed the door out, closing the door behind him.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Chen Xun closed his eyes slightly, trying his best to straighten out and accept the messy memories in his mind one by one.

After a long time.

Chen Xun, who had digested his memory in a hurry, suddenly opened his eyes, with a strange look in his eyes:

"So, it's not martial arts?"

Leaving aside the grievances and grievances of the original owner during his lifetime, what he most wanted to find out was the background of this world.

After receiving all the memory fragments, he realized that despite the original owner's memories of martial arts and gang members, this Fang Tiandi is not a world of martial arts.

It's a fairy world where there are many sects, the world is suppressed, and even immortals seem to exist!
The world is vast and boundless, and thousands of sects master the true biography of the Dao of Practice:

One is to cultivate one's life in the martial arts, the monks work hard on their bodies, and their energy and blood are in full swing, which is called physical training, or martial arts;
There is no qualification threshold for this way, everyone can try to practice it, so it is widely spread among ordinary people, but most of the formulas are isolated and crude, without the essence.

The second is soul cultivation, monks cultivate their body and mind, and cultivate their souls until they come out of the body and reflect the heaven and earth, which is called ghost cultivation, or soul cultivation;
This path is obscure and difficult, and it cannot be practiced without extraordinary wisdom and concentration, so it is rare among ordinary people.

In addition to the two, there is a more advanced way of self-cultivation, monks cultivate both life and soul, gather rosy clouds to eat energy, breathe out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and make offerings to their own bodies, which is called true cultivation of energy.

This way is said to be the best way of immortality, and its profoundness is even more profound than the way of martial arts and ghost cultivation.

These three ways are recognized as orthodox in the way of immortality. It is said that if one cultivates to the extreme, one can even transcend the ordinary to become a saint, become immortal and ascend to immortality!

Of course, the original owner, a member of a gang, knew all of this from the gang, teahouses, and wine shops. He hadn't seen many serious monks.

"Xian Xia, cultivating immortals? This is not in vain."

As a modern person, Chen Xun's heart is already throbbing when he recalls this place.

Such things as crossing other worlds and reviving corpses have happened, so the existence of cultivating immortals is naturally more reasonable.

Which time traveler can refuse the temptation of cultivating immortals?
Seeing that the reality of crossing seems to be irreversible, the first thought in Chen Xun's mind is:
I also want to be a big master of cultivating immortals!

"Hiss, wait, I'm thinking too far now."

However, the shortness of breath affected the wound on his chest, causing unbearable stinging pain, which made his face twitch and he returned to reality:

"The key issue now is the injuries on the body, and..."

The injuries on his body were obviously serious, and even without common sense, he also knew that the medical methods in ancient times were definitely not as good as modern ones. If he could not get effective treatment, a wound infection or something bad might lead to his death.

How to heal the wounds on his body is the first huge test he faces now.

In addition, there is an equally or even more important thing that needs to be confirmed by him.

That's Goldfinger!

No hook, no time travel, how can a time traveler have the nerve to say hello to someone?

The body he inherited was seriously injured, and his bones were inferior. The start couldn't be worse. Without strong support, let alone some tricks in this mysterious world of fairy tales, he might die before he can succeed. , that is really the tragedy of tragedies.

"The traversers all have golden fingers, shouldn't I not have them?"

"Then as usual, I should."

Thinking of this, Chen Xun couldn't help becoming nervous, tried to concentrate, took a deep breath, and said silently in his heart:
"system?"

"Lord God?"

"Simulator?"

"Dark blue, dark red, dark green?"

hum!
As if responding to his series of calls, there was a throbbing in his heart for a moment, and then a miraculous light curtain really flashed out of his field of vision!

Name: Chen Xun

【Physical】: normal
[root bone]: inferior

【Perception】: Normal
【Charm】: Normal
【Lucky】: Normal
[Spiritual Root Qualification]: None

[Martial Arts/Taoism/Supernatural Powers/Skills]: Dinglong Zhuanggong (proficient at 91/500), Rolling Stone Boxing (proficient at 124/500)

[Luck Value]: None

[Congenital luck]: none (can be extracted)
This is?

Chen Xun was taken aback for a moment.

Then there are surprises.

Because this strange light curtain in his field of vision is nothing but the panel in the Immortal Cultivation RPG game he played before crossing!

(End of this chapter)