Zhou Xuan lay on the bed, looking at the bottles filled with white pills on the bedside table. He looked at the vast night outside through the window, and sighed softly.

"well……"

Since an accident happened at the age of seven, his body has become weak and sick.

Fortunately, his family was well-off enough, so he was not dragged down by him. All major hospitals went to see him, but experts could not tell what disease he had. His body was inexplicably weak and he needed to rely on various precious drugs to maintain his life.

They could only speculate that this might be a difficult and complicated disease that had not been included, and planned to let the patient be hospitalized for a period of time. It was difficult for medical equipment to detect problems at that time, and they had privately regarded this as a new terminal illness.

The family felt very uncomfortable when they saw Zhou Xuan's terminal illness. This cost a lot of money to stay in the hospital every day, and the disease did not improve. After carefully asking the doctor, they received a suspected terminal illness. They had no choice but to buy the medicine Zhou Xuan needed and then took him home for recuperation.

After returning home, the elders held an important family meeting and decided to have a second child to prevent problems in the future. Now, looking at Zhou Xuan's weak appearance, it is impossible to be sure that he might go suddenly. Even if there is no accident, who knows when this strange disease will be cured.

After being persuaded by his elders, Zhou Xuan's parents had no choice but to agree to have a second child. Of course, all this was done without hiding Zhou Xuan, and they were afraid that it would stimulate him to make the condition worse.

The family paid the fine for the second child in advance, preparing for pregnancy for two months, and finally got what they wanted and gave birth to another son ten months later. Now everyone was so happy that the whole family's love was infused with the newborn.

As for Zhou Xuan, he was still lying on the bed sickly, except for his parents' daily care, as if he had been forgotten. Of course, he also learned about his younger brother's birth, and expressed his happiness, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

But the magical thing is that after the birth of his younger brother, his body recovered a lot. He got out of bed and moved normally without any hindrance, and he no longer needed to take those medicines every day. He had passed the gates of hell, and his family also called him happy.

Zhou Xuan has lived until now, and has been working after graduating from university for three years.

But who knew that even though his weak body suddenly had that kind of symptoms, he didn't tell anyone. He just took a long vacation because of his physical discomfort. He didn't say it clearly at home, but he just said that he would be a little busy working overtime recently.

He thought that he had a younger brother at home, and even if he was gone, he would not have to worry that his parents would not be taken care of when they were old. Moreover, he never thought that this strange disease could be cured. In recent years, he often went to the hospital for physical examinations. His salary was basically spent in the hospital, but he still got nothing.

He didn't want to continue lying on the hospital bed and eating and waiting to die. He experienced the lonely and boring days as a child for more than a year. Now it's not interesting to become a useless person and live a life. And going to the hospital is just a waste of money, so why bother to add burden to his family?

Since he had that strange disease at the age of seven, he thought that every day he would earn a day when he lived. He was not greedy and felt that he had already lived enough now.

Zhou Xuan sat up with difficulty, stretched out his pale and thin hand to grab the medicine bottle, raised his head and poured all the sleeping pills into his mouth, picked up the water from the bed cabinet and drank it.

"Gulugulu..."

After swallowing the entire bottle of sleeping pills, he then lay back. He closed his eyes peacefully and waited for the moment when his life ended.

Zhou Xuan felt that his consciousness began to become confused and drowsy, and his stomach began to feel severe pain. His eyebrows were frowning and his lips were a little purple, and his body was trembling slightly due to severe pain, and his consciousness gradually fell into a coma.

When Zhou Xuan's consciousness was awake again, he could only hear all kinds of noisy sounds filled with his ears.

"woke up!"

"Senior Brother is awake!"

"Senior Brother, is it okay?!"

Zhou Xuan slowly opened his eyes and saw a group of men in black tight clothes surrounding him. He was lying on a wooden carved bed, with the furniture decoration around him slightly ancient. The people around him all had bright foreheads and a long braid behind him.

"This hairstyle..."

But before Zhou Xuan could react, what was going on. A large piece of unfamiliar memory popped out of thin air in his mind, as if he was forced into it. His head was so swollen that he wanted to crack and burst, which caused a severe pain, but fortunately it was within the scope of endurance.

What happened when he was young had already cultivated his tenacious will, and his hands, deliberately hiding under the quilt, had already burst into veins and clenched into fists.

Zhou Xuan's face was pale, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. But he still said nothing, and nodded to others with a smile on his face.

He didn't understand the current situation. As the saying goes, too much will lead to mistakes, so he didn't say much. Judging from their names, it should be okay to be casual.

The pain in his mind came and went quickly, and the severe pain gradually dissipated. He closed his eyes lightly and endured the headache, and began to slowly sort out the strange and familiar memory.

The people suddenly heard something moving at the door and couldn't help but turn their heads and look. They bowed their heads and called "Master" respectfully, and then took the initiative to make way.

The people who came in at the door waved their hands to the many apprentices and asked them to go out first. After everyone left, he walked directly to Zhou Xuan's bed and sat down.

Zhou Xuan opened his eyes when he heard these movements and saw a man wearing a dark brown training suit sitting by the bed. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the man, and when he saw his face again, his heart had calmed down a lot.

"Zhensheng, is it better? You fainted just now. Don't be busy practicing qigong these days, and wait until your cultivation is better before practicing."

Zhou Xuan digested some of his memories and almost understood the general situation. He knew who the person who looked like Jet Li was seventy or eighty-eight times, and nodded in a slightly hoarse voice and replied.

"Well, it's better. Thank you for your concern."

After recalling the memories of his life, he finally understood the current situation. After taking so many sleeping pills that night, he did not die. Instead, he traveled to this mysterious world without knowing it.

When you come to this turbulent world, should you say lucky or unfortunate?

The middle-aged man waved his hand and smiled.

"Hey, why are you polite to me? You have been practicing martial arts with me since you were a child. Master has long regarded you as your own family. Just know that you are fine, okay. You have a good rest, and I will leave first if I have something to do."

After saying that, he stood up and planned to leave.

Seeing this, Zhou Xuan hurriedly wanted to sit up and plan to send his master out. No matter what his mood is now, he respects the "master" in front of him very much.

"Well, Master, go slowly, I'll see you off."

The middle-aged man waved his hand to Zhou Xuan freely and said with a slight relief.

"Okay, you don't have to get up. Just master understands your affection. Keep lying down and leave."

Zhou Xuan had to lie down again, but his eyes were still looking at the departing back. He was silently muttering in his heart, "Huo Yuanjia".

This master is nothing else, but Huo Yuanjia, the martial arts master of the Republic of China who founded the Jingwu Gymnastics Association. He is now Huo Yuanjia's eldest disciple, Liu Zhensheng.

Huo Yuanjia in this world is different from real history, but the character in the movie "Huo Yuanjia" starring Jet Li.
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