Where is this...

Xu Ansheng tried hard to open his eyes in the warm bedding, trying to sit up, but he was exhausted and had no strength, as if he was in a small room.

The room had no windows, and it looked very dark. Only the door curtain was blown by the wind and sent in, allowing him to slightly see the unfamiliar log beams above his head and a simple small wooden stool beside the bed.

It's definitely not anywhere he knows!

"Is anyone?"

Xu Ansheng's voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

He remembered that he was just hanging out in bed playing with his phone before going to bed, and the memories he had left were gone.

【Xu Ansheng】

【Cultivation level: The third level of warrior】

【Life life: 20/20/65】

【Status: Severe wind and cold】

【Basic damage: Cultivation efficiency: 0%】

【Remaining life span: 30 hours】

A panel suddenly appeared in his mind, and the green fluorescent font was directly printed in front of him. Even though he was so weak that he could not concentrate completely, he could easily digest the content.

Xu Ansheng suddenly realized that he had traveled through time.

But this is probably the beginning of hell... only 30 hours left in life? Just like I was lying on the bed like a dead pig... Can I reopen it just now?

As he thought about it, Xu Ansheng's throat felt a severity and he started coughing wildly.

Soon, the curtain was lifted, and an elderly woman walked in with a bowl and said anxiously: "You are finally awake, take medicine."

Who are you? You can't be called Jinlian, right? Xu Ansheng looked at the strange woman and couldn't ask. He kept coughing so much that he couldn't speak at all.

The woman helped Xu Ansheng up from the bed and gently patted him on the back. It was not until Xu Ansheng coughed for a long time that he recovered, and then he took the medicine soup and gently handed it into his mouth with a spoon.

Xu Ansheng couldn't ask at this time. He was so kind to him and obviously had a close relationship. Isn't it appropriate for him to ask who you are?

However, the room was really dark. He found that the woman's fingers holding the bowl seemed a little rough, and there were calluses in some places. Xu Ansheng opened his mouth and took a sip of the medicine soup and drank it. He couldn't help but think: "This woman should work all year round. Is her identity...my mother?"

He was hesitating whether to call him mother.

A message appeared in his mind.

【Take decoction, life span 10 minutes】

And at this moment, Xu Ansheng also obtained the basic information of the woman:

【Tian Qingyue】

【Cultivation: None】

【Technique: None)】

【Life life: 18/55/71】

【Status: Health】

Only 18 years old, Xu Ansheng breathed nervously, younger than himself, and almost didn't call him mother. Then was she his wife or sister? He didn't dare to speak randomly, but he made up his mind to call Qingyue if necessary.

Tian Qingyue patiently fed Xu Ansheng a bowl of soup and medicine, and then helped him lie down.

Although the room was dark, Xu Ansheng still found that Tian Qingyue had peach blossom eyes and delicate facial features, she was simply a beauty. However, she was not wearing any makeup when facing the sky. If she looked from a distance, she would just be an ordinary village girl.

After being taken care of by her, Xu Ansheng felt a warm feeling in his heart.

When she went out, Xu Ansheng glanced at the system panel.

Just the bowl of medicinal soup just now actually increased by 200 minutes.

Moreover, there was a line of words after the severe wind and cold state just now: Slow recovery.

Not bad!

He can actually replenish his life with medicine. If he can get more ginseng, deer antler, or something, wouldn’t he be able to keep resusciting his life?

But he couldn't even move, so he could only think about it for the time being.

Xu Ansheng was lying in the warm quilt, slowly feeling a warm current flowing slowly from his stomach to his dantian, and then slowly dispersed to his limbs and bones, making his feet, which were a little cold just now, gradually warmed up.

Close his eyes, and the memory slides in his mind flashed like a slide, making him finally understand the past of the owner of this body.

This world is a world of cultivating immortals.

When Xu Ansheng was young, he fled to famine and got separated from his parents. He was taken in by an old woman in Sanshui Village. The old woman had a granddaughter, Tian Qingyue. Later, a few years later, the old woman passed away, leaving only Tian Qingyue and Xu Ansheng to depend on each other.

It turns out that Tian Qingyue is her sister and she has no blood relationship with her. It's so good that Xu Ansheng thought of it inappropriately.

Later, when Xu Ansheng was 14 years old, he was attracted by the Kongsang Sect of nearby sects and chose to be an outer disciple. In order to make efforts to make progress, Xu Ansheng practiced martial arts desperately, but he was too old and had average qualifications. He did not have a good foundation when he was young. He worked hard until he was close to 20 years old and still failed to open the door to the fourth level of the warrior.

According to the rules of the Kongsang Sect, if you have not reached the third level of warrior at the age of 20, you are considered to be lacking in talent and can only stay in the outer sect for life, and cannot enter the inner sect to continue practicing more advanced martial arts.

Xu Ansheng knew that he had no face to face the master who had put him in the mountain gate and cultivated him for six years. After leaving a note, he went down the mountain by himself. As a result, he was discouraged and coincided with the cold wave on the way. When he was hiking through the forest, he was caught in a cold wind and fell ill as soon as he got home.

So Xu Ansheng traveled through time and took over the matter of this body.

Xu Ansheng couldn't help but sigh that the owner of this body was really a miserable person. In fact, the third level of warrior is already a strong man in this world. If he simply wants to be rich, it is not difficult to make money. However, Xu Ansheng became a fool in martial arts practice, and he did not consider other things except martial arts practice, until he died unexpectedly.

While sighing, Tian Qingyue walked in with a bowl of steaming porridge.

At this time, Xu Ansheng felt that he had recovered some strength and sat up with him, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the spoon. Tian Qingyue blew spoonfuls of air into his mouth.

A spoonful of white rice porridge is sweet, fragrant, soft and glutinous, and the mouth and tongue produce saliva. It is warm to the stomach. It is actually a little more comfortable than that medicine soup.

【Eat white rice porridge carefully cooked by Tian Qingyue, life span: 1 hour】

What?

He took another bite.

[Eat white rice porridge carefully cooked by Tian Qingyue, life span: 1 hour and 3 minutes]

Xu Ansheng looked at the news on the panel and was stunned. The life span of this white rice porridge is actually 6 times higher than that of the medicine soup?!

After eating a bowl of white rice porridge, Xu Ansheng lay back on his bed. His life span was more than 50 hours after his life, which was less than 30 hours long.

Although his mind was chaotic, he seemed to understand something.

That is: food supplements can also increase life span.

According to the standard of replenishing a 20-hour life span of a bowl of porridge, wouldn’t that just drinking white porridge every day would be enough to last your life?

Xu Ansheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect it to be so simple to survive.

After solving the problem of survival, Xu Ansheng lay in bed and was curiously reading the martial arts classics that his predecessor had learned from the Kongsang School in his mind.

Apart from books that read and read, there is only one book about martial arts practice "Qihuang Yaoluo". He looked through his mind for a few times, but he felt that the content was boring. He simply used some medical skills to improve his realm with mechanical practice, without any tricks.

Soon a sense of sleepiness came, Xu Ansheng yawned, beat his eyelids several times, and slowly closed them.

It looks very similar to the way I forced myself to read English books for the past CET-4.
Chapter completed!