The next day, early morning.
Zhao Xuanluo opened his eyes and found that he was in a strange environment.
He reluctantly stood up and lifted the quilt.
I found that part of my shirt was wide open, my obscene clothes were still there, and there was a set of men's clothes beside the bed. It seemed that the person who was treating me had no other thoughts.
He took out a small bottle from the belt around his waist, poured out a pill, and swallowed it into his mouth.
The pain in her body has been significantly relieved. The seemingly serious wound last night was not fatal to her. The reason why she was so weak was the poison she had been poisoned.
But now, the poison seems to have been cured...
Zhao Xuanluo's pale face improved, then she got up and got out of bed, looking at this unfamiliar room.
There are many things made of wood in this room: knives, swords, guns...
There were also things she couldn't understand.
Looking at the clothes next to him again, Zhao Xuanluo changed the clothes on his body.
In the courtyard outside, there was a cry.
Zhao Xuanluo dragged herself to the door. In the yard, there was a young man in a wheelchair. He was holding a mahogany sword in his hand and kept swinging the sword into the air at a very fast speed.
"Are you practicing sword practice?"
Zhao Xuanluo wondered in his heart, there was no vitality fluctuation in the young man's body.
The sword is just an ordinary mahogany sword, which can't even kill a chicken.
Xiao Zifeng quickly finished the remaining dozens of swings.
[100% caught with bare hands LV1 9924/9999]
"woke up."
"Um!"
Zhao Xuanluo responded with a slight hum.
Although Zhao Xuanluo was wearing a set of coarse clothes, it did not detract from her beauty. Instead, it added some unique beauty.
Some people rely on their clothes, while some people look good even if they are covered with a piece of cloth.
Zhao Xuanluo remembered that he did not completely get rid of the two pursuers behind him last night, which meant that they should be able to find him after he fainted, and now...
Xiao Zifeng didn't know what Zhao Xuanluo was thinking, but said politely: "My porridge is almost ready, why don't you drink some."
Zhao Xuanluo nodded slightly.
Xiao Zifeng maneuvered the wheelchair into the house and opened the pot on the fire.
A scent filled the air.
Two bowls of meat porridge and a plate of pickles are breakfast for the two of them.
The two sat opposite each other.
When they were almost done eating, the aloof Zhao Xuanluo spoke first: "If you save me, I will cause trouble for you."
"I know."
Xiao Zifeng answered after swallowing the pickles in his mouth.
"I also want something. I want to see a side of the world that ordinary people have never seen."
Zhao Xuanluo chewed on these words, then raised his head: "It's good to be an ordinary person."
"Everyone stands in a different position and always yearns for other positions. After living a dull life for too long, he always wants to find some excitement."
Xiao Zifeng has always been an ordinary person in his last life. His life history can be seen at a glance. If it were not for his sudden serious illness, his future could also be seen at a glance.
There are no ups and downs, no waves, no excitement, and no excessive regrets, just as plain as a pool of stagnant water.
After reviving his life, Xiao Zifeng wanted to pursue a different way of life.
Saving the strange woman in front of him was the first step to break his peaceful life.
It's hard to persuade her, since it would be convenient for her to return the favor.
"My name is Zhao Xuanluo."
"Xiao Zifeng."
Exchanging names is regarded as self-introduction.
"Hand out."
Xiao Zifeng did as he was told.
Zhao Xuanluo placed his hand on Xiao Zifeng's wrist, just like an old Chinese doctor taking his pulse.
Zhao Xuanluo sensed Xiao Zifeng's physical condition. Zhao Xuanluo was shocked by his extremely rich qi and blood. This rich qi and blood was not much different from that of a martial artist from the Eight Realms.
She had never heard of an ordinary person having such strong qi and blood before. Even for those with some natural powers, their qi and blood were only comparable to those of martial arts warriors from the Nine Realms.
How could it be such an exaggeration?
After sensing the meridians, Zhao Xuanluo frowned.
Only one of the eight meridians is connected, and the aptitude is very poor. In this case, it is not impossible to practice, but it will be very slow and extremely difficult to practice.
The best way is to become a martial artist and fill his veins with Qi and blood, but he is physically disabled and follows the martial artist's path...
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Zifeng saw Zhao Xuanluo's expression sometimes surprised and sometimes frowning, and couldn't help but ask.
"One piece of bad news, one piece of good news."
"bad."
"Anyone who wants to practice must rely on the eight meridians to circulate vitality. But if seven of your eight meridians are blocked and only one of your eight meridians is open, it will be extremely difficult for you to practice in the future."
"What's the good news?"
"The good news is that your own Qi and blood are extremely strong. You can use Qi and blood to open your pulse by taking the martial arts route. However, since your legs are disabled, this road is not easy to walk..."
Zhao Xuanluo shook his head with regret.
Then Xiao Zifeng stood up in front of her, yes, he stood up directly!
Zhao Xuanluo:…………
"You are not disabled."
"It was true before, but not now. I broke my leg before and was always in a wheelchair. But my back leg has healed. I just feel comfortable sitting and don't want to stand up."
Zhao Xuanluo was silent for a long time: "I feel that you are not suitable for practice."
"No matter how bad my qualifications are, there is always a way. I believe my fate is up to me."
Xiao Zifeng hasn't figured out the situation yet.
"What I mean is that you are so lazy that you are not suitable for practicing."
"Well…………"
"Listen to my quibbles...no..."
"Listen to my explanation. Didn't I have no chance before? Now that I have the chance, I will definitely work hard."
Zhao Xuanluo felt a little pain in her abdomen. If the man in front of her hadn't saved her life, she would have stabbed him to death with a sword.
"There are a total of four paths on the path of cultivation, including warrior, swordsman, magician, and voodoo master."
"A martial artist refines his body, his qi and blood are strong, he is powerful enough to defeat all means, and he moves forward indomitably."
"A swordsman practices swordsmanship and respects the sword. He seals his throat with one sword and has strong killing power."
"Magicians observe celestial phenomena, predict good and bad luck, practice secret techniques, and are unpredictable."
"The poisoner refines poison to make corpses, manipulates beasts and uses poison, and kills people invisible."
"The realm of the practice path is divided into nine realms, one realm, nine is the beginning, and one is the top."
Zhao Xuanluo introduced Xiao Zifeng one by one.
"I want to be a swordsman."
Zhao Xuanluo gave Xiao Zifeng a roll of his eyes.
If it weren't for his strong Qi and blood, given Xiao Zifeng's qualifications, Wu Fu might not be able to take this path.
"Did you cure the poison on my body?"
"yes!"
"What's the solution?"
The poison that Zhao Xuanluo was poisoned last night was not a simple thing.
That was the poison given by a poisoner from the Seven Realms. Most of the poisons poisoned by the poisoner are specially prepared by himself. Many of them are unique poisons that are extremely difficult to remove. Most of the time, they can only rely on the poison that is more powerful than the poisoner. Strength forces the poison out.
Xiao Zifeng, an ordinary person, definitely doesn't have this kind of strength.
"The Nine-turn Resurrection Pill passed down from my family's ancestors."
Xiao Zifeng said nonsensically without blushing or out of breath.
