Nine days alone

In Zhongzhou, the humanities flourished and martial arts prevailed.

It is said that those warriors with a strong cultivation base can lift a mighty force and have the ability to pull a weeping willow. With a magic weapon in hand, they can charge and kill thousands of armies, and take the head of a general without movement.

Therefore, even in a small place like Ningcang County, Zhaonan County, the Great Qin Empire in Zhongzhou, the martial arts is at its peak, and everyone dreams of becoming a powerful warrior, who can roam around and fight with one another; Full of passion and blood.

Ningcang County, a small county seat in Zhaonan County of the Great Qin Dynasty.

This place isn't too small but it's not too big either. After all, it's on the border of the dynasty, and it's too far away from the economic, trade or political centers, so it doesn't get enough attention.

At this time, the New Year Festival was approaching, and every household seemed very lively, with lights and festoons everywhere, laughter came from everywhere, and chattering kept ringing.

The roads were also crowded with horses and carriages. There was an endless stream of people who were selling New Year’s goods, yelling and buying and selling things. There were also some businessmen from nearby places who came to catch up with the excitement during the New Year’s festival and earn some silver taels.Now that the New Year's festival was coming, they all collected their things and rushed home in a hurry.

Different from the hustle and bustle on the street, at this moment in a small courtyard in Ningcang County, it is gloomy and gloomy, and the sound of crying can be faintly heard.

Hanging on the gate of this small courtyard is the word Fangfu. Although it can be seen that it is a sandalwood and gilt plaque, it has been broken in half, and the plaque full of potholes is covered with thick dust. After many years, the hard sandalwood has decayed.

Hundreds of years ago, the Fang family in Ningcang County also had a glorious past, but with the passage of time, everything disappeared.

Today's Fang family can only be described as poor, dilapidated courtyard, simple furniture... a couple Fang Zongqing and his wife Lan Shi, who are only in their 40s, and a 13-year-old Son, ten-year-old daughter, it is not easy to maintain this family until now.

Originally, the hope of the two couples was pinned on their 13-year-old son Fang Zhong, because although Fang Zhong was still young, his superb cultivation talent had already been revealed, far surpassing children of the same age, even looking at the entire Ningcang County. There are few people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Their son is their hope, such a talent will definitely become a powerful warrior in time, and then he will be able to shine in the family.

However, just a few days ago, the couple's only hope was dashed.

The talented son was actually injured. When the two rushed to the scene, they saw their son lying in a pool of blood, with blood all over his head, unconscious.

The two brought their son home and quickly invited a doctor, but the doctor's conclusion after diagnosis was like a bolt from the blue, which shocked the couple almost to collapse.

It was Li Hao from the Li family who injured Fang seriously. Relying on Fang Zhong's age and stronger strength, he shot without any scruples.

Dantian!That is a necessary condition for becoming a powerful warrior. Warriors need to accumulate internal energy, and the stronger the internal energy, the stronger the warrior will be.However, Fang Zhong even destroyed his dantian, so how can he accumulate his inner energy and realize his wish to become a powerful warrior?

After being in a coma for three consecutive days, Fang Zongqing and Lan Shi took care of their son day and night, and gradually had to accept this cruel reality.

The son is useless and has become a cripple, and the hope of the Fang family's revival is also shattered!

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, in the wing room of Fang's small courtyard.

An oil lamp flickered dimly in front of the window, like a firefly in the night, which might go out at any moment.

The wing room was very simple, with only a few pieces of simple furniture and a wooden bed. Lying on the bed was a boy with an immature face, only thirteen or fourteen years old, his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was enduring great pain.

"Ah..." With a soft moan, the boy suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and looked around, the light in his eyes became more and more surprised.

"I.....Where am I?" A surprised voice came from the boy's mouth, and the boy's eyes were full of doubts and surprises: "Didn't I die with the people of the Death Mercenary Group? How come I am still alive?" , where is this place, why do I have no image at all?"

The young man was stunned for a while, his strong mind gradually calmed him down, and he began to sort out the thoughts in his mind.

His name is Fang Zhong, and he is a super agent of the Dragon Group, the most elite army in China. He was an orphan since he was a child, and grew up in an orphanage. He learned to be independent at a very young age, and learned to rely on himself.

It is precisely because of this independence that he stood out in the army, and successfully joined the dragon group. In the dragon group, he learned some ancient martial arts that had long been lost, and gradually became the most powerful dragon group in China. The warriors, the dreaded 'Heavenly Fiend'.

His last memory stayed in that huge explosion.

That was his last mission, and the goal of the mission was to snatch a pair of "Picture of Beauties in Jiangshan" from a sss-level super mercenary regiment.

It was a tragic battle, and the elite dragon group who acted with him was almost wiped out. The only SSS-level mercenary group in the world was more powerful than he imagined. Among them were not only yoga masters, gun geniuses, and blasters. Elites, ancient martial arts masters, and extremely rare supernatural beings...

At the end of the battle, Fang Zhong successfully obtained the "Picture of Beauty in Jiangshan", but before he could withdraw, he was surrounded by many masters. In order to prevent "Picture of Beauty in Jiangshan" from falling into the hands of the enemy, he had to detonate a miniature nuclear bomb and fight with his opponents. perish together.

"But, I'm already dead, why am I here?" Fang Zhong was puzzled, he knew the power of a miniature nuclear bomb clearly, even blowing up a [-]-meter-high building would not be a problem.

Survive that explosion?The possibility of this is nil.

But the reality is that he can still think, he can still feel the existence of the body, he is still alive.

At this moment, Fang Zhong suddenly felt something crack in his mind, and strange things flooded into his mind, which made him scream in pain, covered his head with his hands, and fainted as soon as he rolled his eyelids past.

"Father, mother, brother, he woke up... Oh, and now he passed out again." At the last moment, Fang Zhong heard a young girl's voice.

It took Fang Zhong three full days to wake up again. He found that there were many strange and strange messages in his mind, some of which seemed to be someone's memory.

With a feeling of surprise, he sorted out the memories that suddenly appeared in his mind, and combined with his previous experience analysis, he finally came to the conclusion - it turned out that he had time traveled!

At the beginning, he and the Death Mercenary Corps died together, detonated a miniature nuclear bomb, broke through the space in the final big explosion, and came to this strange world.But because of the big bang, his body was damaged, only his soul remained, and he was possessed by a boy with the same name as him in this world.

When he woke up last time, he suddenly had a headache and felt that something was split. That was the memory of Fang Zhong in this world. When he woke up, it gushed out like a tide and merged with his original memory.

It can be said that the current him is Fang Zhong, the most powerful fighter of the Huaxia Guolong Group on Earth, and also a 13-year-old boy from the downcast Fang family in Ningcang County of the Great Qin Dynasty of Zhongzhou.

"I actually came to this world. Maybe it's God's will. Now that I'm here, let go of everything in the past and start a new life." Fang Chongsheng was free and easy, but he quickly thought about it.He turned his head and glanced at the little girl lying on the bed, and felt a strange warm feeling in his heart.

In his previous life, he was an orphan and never felt the warmth of his relatives.

However, he is no longer an orphan in this life. He has parents who love him and a lovely younger sister. This feeling is very fresh—a little strange, but also a little warm, which makes him feel very comfortable.

squeak.....

The door of the room suddenly opened, and Fang Zongqing and his wife Lan walked in from the door. Lan was holding a large bowl of polenta in her hands, and the fragrant smell came out from inside, full of fragrance, making the person lying on the bedside The little girl Fang Yu couldn't help moving the tip of her nose and woke up.

"Oh, what a delicious porridge." Fang Yu flapped his big eyes, staring greedily at the delicious corn porridge.

"Xiao Yu, this is for your brother." Lan's stared at Fang Yu, her voice softened, and said, "Xiao Yu, my brother is injured, he should get some nutrition."

"I know, I didn't say yes." Fang Yu wrinkled her nose and made a cute look, which immediately made Lan Shi, Fang Zongqing, and Fang Zhong laugh.

The life of the Fang family is not rich, but it is very warm. This is a feeling that Fang Zhong has never experienced.

"Father, mother." Fang Chong yelled, took the polenta from Lan's hand, and then handed it to Fang Yu, smiling: "Xiao Yu, brother can't eat that much, you can help brother eat some."

In fact, Fang Zhong's own health was really poor. He was seriously injured and his dantian was disabled. He almost lost half his life. He really needed to supplement his nutrition.However, looking at the cute little sister in front of him, his heart suddenly softened, even if he didn't eat it, so what, it doesn't matter if such a cute little sister is given to her.

Fang Zongqing and Lan's eyes turned red when they saw this scene, and they felt relieved.

Fang Zhong put the porridge in front of Fang Yu, but the little girl stepped back and said with a smile: "I don't want it, brother, I was just kidding you, I'm not hungry, and I don't like porridge either. You are injured, you should eat more, and eat more to get better soon."

Without insisting any more, Fang Zhong brought the porridge to his mouth, and drank it with his eyes moistened.

The warm polenta went down his throat, giving Fang Zhong a warm feeling in his heart. Perhaps it was not a bad thing for him to come back from the dead this time, at least he felt the warmth of family affection that he had never felt before.