Start with ten times the talent of Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 147 Still Meng Xiuyuan

Meng Xiuyuan didn't know if this counted as his death.

Since the ray of light in the sky hit him, he lost control of his body.

In an instant, the true energy was gone, and the flesh and blood melted away.

However, it doesn't mean that all the power he gained from his 20 years of hard work in this world has disappeared. On the contrary, under the radiance of this ray of light, Meng Xiuyuan felt an inexplicable excitement and joy in his heart.

He is still in a low state at this time, but he is just an ordinary martial arts master. Naturally, he doesn't understand that the flesh and blood Qi he has accumulated for many years has actually been refined into extremely pure essence of vitality, which is transformed into a rainbow light together with the soul. Leaving this world.

At this time, Meng Xiuyuan had almost lost consciousness, with little awareness of the outside world.

Dimly, he only vaguely "heard" countless voices, either familiar or unfamiliar, thanking him.

Some thanked him for saving lives, some thanked him for curing diseases, some thanked him for having enough food, and some thanked him for living a stable life.

All of these are different.

The amazing thing is that after every sound of thanks, Meng Xiuyuan secretly felt that he had gained some untraceable gains.Adding up like this can be regarded as adding up.

After that, these voices gradually dissipated, and Meng Xiuyuan only felt endless coldness.

Immediately, he fell into a long and misty 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 panting heavily, but there was no panic in his eyes, only a little dazed.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of being reincarnated and seeing the mystery of a broken fetus... Am I living another life?"

Meng Xiuyuan subconsciously glanced at the shabby hut he was in, but his mind was not there, and he was still in that long dream.

Even for him who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, this magical experience cannot be completely accepted in a short time.

The way of leaving Yitian World was somewhat 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, followed by a caring greeting from outside:
"Brother Meng, is your headache better?"

When Meng Xiuyuan heard the sound, he subconsciously felt that it was familiar, and hurriedly got out of bed while helping the edge of the bed to open the door.

But he didn't think about it, he obviously still felt dizzy, but when he moved, his movements were very crisp and neat.

This small body is full of vitality, not at all like a ten-year-old child who has never practiced martial arts.

In just a moment, Meng Xiuyuan ran to the door and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a dark-skinned man.Looking at the age of four or fifty, with rough clothes, rough skin, and weathered face, it is obvious that he is a farmer who has endured hardships in his daily life.

"Uncle Joe, I'm fine, come in quickly."

Meng Xiuyuan subconsciously blurted out and let Uncle Qiao into the room.

As soon as Uncle Joe entered the door, he walked towards the only small table in the room, looked at the two flatbreads and a stack of vegetables on the table, and shook his head involuntarily:
"Brother Meng, do you still have no appetite to eat?

Eat as much as you want, I asked my aunt to put more lard in the pancakes, but they are delicious. "

As he said that, Uncle Qiao opened the food box in his hand, replaced the two cold ones on the table with the warm noodles in it, and took out a stack of side dishes at the same time.

Meng Xiuyuan heard the words and was about to thank him, but he heard this Uncle Qiao say again:
"Persist tonight, and tomorrow morning, I will take you to the town below the mountain.

This disease can't last too long, we still need to see a doctor as soon as possible..."

Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly shook his head when he heard the words, declined and said:
"No need, Uncle Joe. Didn't I tell you that I'm fine now."

Uncle Qiao had a kind of simple stubbornness in his temper, but he didn't believe Meng Xiuyuan's words, and said in a muffled voice:
"Don't lie to me, your Uncle Qiao is not short of money now.

As far as your appetite when you are not sick, these two pancakes are not enough to fill you half full. How could you not eat them for a day.

You must be suffering from this headache and still not recovering..."

Having said that, Uncle Qiao sighed, and then continued:
"You said that you are so strong in your daily life, like a calf, not worse than the kid in my family back then.

Why did I suddenly have a headache for no reason? It's been a day or two, but it hasn't improved.

I haven't even heard of such a strange problem. "

Meng Xiuyuan's heart warmed when he heard the words, and many memories involuntarily emerged in his mind, all of which were the care that Uncle Qiao and his wife took for him before he saw the mystery of the broken fetus.

Immediately, Meng Xiuyuan shook his head with a smile, and without talking to explain, he reached out and grabbed a piece of bread, and started to eat the stack of vegetables.

In just a moment, the bread entered Meng Xiuyuan's stomach.

"Ha, Uncle Joe, there are still good things hidden under you."

Meng Xiuyuan looked at the boiled egg nestled under the vegetables, and couldn't help smiling at Uncle Qiao.

"Eat quickly, eggs are nothing.

The kid in my family always brings some fish and meat home, and our old couple can't finish it. "

Seeing that Meng Xiuyuan had an appetite to eat, Uncle Qiao's face became much happier.

Hearing the sound, Meng Xiuyuan nodded with a smile, and while continuing to gobble it up, he deliberately teased him:
"Uncle Qiao, you have been really rich recently. Did Brother Qiao get promoted in the beggar gang?"

This Uncle Qiao was also honest and dull. He didn't think he was joking when he heard what Meng Xiuyuan said. Instead, he nodded immediately and said seriously:

"Your elder brother Qiao is indeed promising, his gang leader values ​​him very much and gave him many tests.

Maybe after he completes these tests, he will be able to have an elder position in the beggar gang. "

When this uncle Qiao mentioned his son, he unconsciously raised his voice by three points, and his words were full of pride.

As he spoke, he glanced at Meng Xiuyuan, and then ordered:

"Brother Meng, if you want me to tell you, don't even think about going to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts, how about letting Brother Qiao take you into the Beggar Gang?

You are so handsome, if you become a monk in the future, it will be a pity if you cannot get married, have children, and carry on the family line.

Like Brother Qiao, if you join the beggar gang, you can also make a career, and you won't delay in marrying a wife. "

Meng Xiuyuan was taken aback when he heard the words, but after thinking about it for a while, it seemed that such a thing really happened.

Before he awakened, he was envious of Qiao Feng's superb martial arts skills, and he also wanted to go to Shaolin Temple to learn from a teacher.It's just because of his young age and being persuaded several times by Uncle Qiao Sanhuai and his wife that he didn't go there for the time being.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but smiled at Qiao Sanhuai again, nodded and said:
"Don't worry, Uncle Joe, I want to understand now.

Anyone can learn martial arts anywhere, there is no need to go to Shaolin. "

No matter how Qiao Sanhuai tried to persuade him, Meng Xiuyuan was not willing to do so, always saying something like 'the world's martial arts come from Shaolin'.Therefore, Meng Xiuyuan's sudden change of words today really surprised him.

But he didn't think much about it, he just thought it was a good thing that after the child recovered from his illness, he had a lot of enlightenment when he spoke.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, you can take a good rest."

With that said, Qiao Sanhuai turned and left with the food box in her arms.

……

Seeing that Uncle Qiao had gone out, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and sat back on the bed again.

During these few chats, Meng Xiuyuan had almost sorted out the memories of this life.

In this life, his name is still Meng Xiuyuan, and his origin is still unknown.

When I was four or five years old, I wandered alone in this small village at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and was kindly rescued by the villagers.

It's just that because they were all renting the fields of Shaolin Temple, so every household was living a tight life at that time. Meng Xiuyuan's child had an amazing appetite. A simple hut, each family gave him a little as much as possible, and let him grow up eating a hundred kinds of food.

But later, as an outstanding young man from his hometown, Qiao Feng joined the Beggars' Gang and was promoted step by step by virtue of his bravery. Qiao Sanhuai and his wife's life gradually became more prosperous, and they took on the "heavy task" of feeding Meng Xiuyuan alone.

Since then, although Meng Xiuyuan still lived in this hut by himself because of his habit, he went to Qiao Sanhuai and his wife's house for three meals a day.

The husband and wife were simple in character and kind-hearted, and because Qiao Feng, the adopted son, was not at home all year round, they took extra care of Meng Xiuyuan.

In the past two days, Meng Xiuyuan woke up Su Hui and seemed to be sick, so Qiao Sanhuai came to bring him food.

Thinking about these things roughly, Meng Xiuyuan was grateful in his heart, so he didn't think about it any more.

At this time, what he was most concerned about was still the issue of martial arts.

Immediately, Meng Xiuyuan closed his eyes and meditated, feeling the state of his body with his years of meditation practice.

The final result surprised him a little.

Although it is true that all the internal strength has been lost, this body at this time can be said to be extremely talented and unparalleled, much better than his previous life.

After careful inspection, I can only feel that this body is only ten years old, but it is surprisingly vigorous.Especially the innate essence contained in the two kidneys is extremely full, no wonder he has such a healthy body without exercise at such a young age.

Thinking about the time when he left the world of relying on the sky, Meng Xiuyuan had a vague understanding, knowing that the essence of vitality from his previous body should have been carried to this world and infused into this young body now.

Such a huge innate advantage guaranteed that even if Meng Xiuyuan didn't make any progress in his knowledge of martial arts since then, if he practiced again according to the old way, he would definitely go farther in his martial arts advancement than in his previous life.

Taking online games as an example, if the natural level limit of Meng Xiuyuan's previous life was 100, then his current level limit is at least 120.

Thinking of this point, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't wait to use his kung fu.Adjusting the breathing and moving the mind, a very thick ray of true energy was accumulated in the dantian.

Meng Xiuyuan examined it carefully, and couldn't help but feel more and more pleasantly surprised.

Compared with his previous life, the internal force generated by his Heavenly Luck Kung Fu this week has at least doubled.

Thinking about the reason, in addition to the improvement of the bones of the body, the more important thing may be that my internal strength acceleration plug-in has also been strengthened.

Although Meng Xiuyuan wasn't sure, he had a vague guess that it must have something to do with the voices of thanks he heard when he traveled through and left the world of Yitian.

In any case, Meng Xiuyuan felt relieved.

After the crossing, his tricks to settle down and survive did not disappear, but went a step further.

Now to discuss, it should be called "twenty times Zhang Sanfeng's internal strength talent".

　The way of changing the map may not be liked by everyone, but I promise, it is definitely not for the abuse of the master.

　　If it is said to be invincible and cool, there will be no aggrieved plot, please rest assured.

　　Also, let me tell you about my current situation.Basically no fever, just a little cough.

　　It's a bit ridiculous to say, but what I'm most worried about now is that I haven't actually had a high fever these days, which is a little over 38 degrees at most.

　　I'm afraid that I'm not Yang, so that I will suffer again in the future.

　　Thinking about it makes me a little desperate. Being sick is really tormenting.

　　Alas, nothing is as important as the body.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)