Fang Wen has only seen the various arrangements and instruments in an oval hall.

The dome is nearly 100 meters high, and soft white light is sprinkled from the smooth ceiling. The smooth floor is warm and milky white, and the surrounding walls are also milky white, clean, giving people a very comfortable feeling. Dozens of large instruments are placed in the hall with a circumference of nearly one kilometer, surrounding the large container where Fang Wen is located.

Fang Wen was soaked in a cylindrical transparent container with a height of more than 30 meters and a diameter of ten meters. The container was filled with sticky light silver solution. Fang Wen was holding an oxygen tube in his mouth and dozens of thin transparent conduits were inserted into his body. He was very comfortable to carry the carriers in the container. A series of transparent bubbles spewed out of his mouth and rolled upwards. His body swayed gently, and his head swayed left and right. In the void directly in front of him, a light curtain more than five meters long and wide was flashing with a blue light, reflecting pictures that made Fang Wen frown and smile.

The scene played by the light curtain is a mourning hall, a mourning hall that is solemn and wasteful.

Surrounded by green pine and cypress and countless yellow chrysanthemums, there are black and white photos of Fang Wen wearing black veils. Groups of Fang family and Lin family relatives sat expressionlessly on the bench in front of the spirit statue, like a group of thieves selling stolen goods being connected, from time to time, gathering together and whispering a few words. Just in front of the crystal coffin with "Fang Wen's body", Fang Wen's biological parents were returning gifts to relatives and friends who came to mourn with relaxed smiles. In the entire mourning hall, a group of bad young people with hair dyed in messy colors appeared, and no one was really sad about Fang Wen's "death".

"This is my relative." Fang Wen waved his hand gently and rolled up the cool and light silver liquid into several small vortexes. He showed a hint of sneer, silently saying nothing: "Goodbye, you group of damn bastards! Goodbye, my friends! Goodbye."

Nearly a hundred staff members wearing white antibacterial suits were operating those machines. Just as Fang Wen was admiring the live broadcast of his "memorial service", one of the old men had already issued a deep voice: "Fang Wen, be prepared. All your physical injuries have been healed. Now, we are preparing to make some adjustments to your body to replenish the energy you are innately consuming."

Fang Wen glanced at the old man and nodded gently.

Since he was fainted by Professor Feng in the hospital, he woke up and went to this laboratory with a very super modern taste. He was soaked in this container for more than ten days. The old man called himself Mr. Xue Liu, and along with another Mr. Hua San, were the head of the laboratory. In more than ten days, they didn't know what they had done with Fang Wen. In short, Fang Wen, who was originally determined to be a vegetable, has now become a perfect person.

The medical technology these people possess is unheard of. Fang Wen had no pain some time ago, but it was a little painful when the wounds and nerves healed. Fang Wen did not feel that it would be too unbearable to Mr. Xue Liu's so-called energy to supplement the innate depletion.

The old man grinned a few times, compared to a thumb, and slowly gestured his thumb down. He grinned and said loudly: "Little baby, this is a very painful thing. If you can't stand it, just scream! Scream! No one here will laugh at you. Hehe, hahaha! Prepare to inject KX-1 functional repair liquid!"

The excited old man slapped a red button on the operating table in front of him with a hard palm.

Before Fang Wen was ready, the thick top plate above the container suddenly slid open a hole as thick as a fist. A clever mechanical arm grabbed a syringe filled with purple liquid and quickly reached towards Fang Wen. Before Fang Wen could react, the extremely slender needle long on the syringe had penetrated from the cervical spine under the back of his head. After a crisp sound of high-pressure gas, a full tube of about one hundred milliliters of purple liquid was injected into Fang Wen's body in less than three seconds.

A cool breath filled Fang Wen's whole body, very comfortable. Fang Wen felt that every cell in his body was surrounded by a cool breath, as if every cell was slowly massaged by dozens of palms of all sizes. It was very comfortable, so comfortable that Fang Wen almost hummed. He looked at Xue Liu through the container in surprise. Is this painful?

Xue Liu laughed a few strangely and gently gestured to Fang Wen to cut his neck.

The cool breath suddenly turned into a fire, wrapping around Fang Wen's cell, burning wildly. Fang Wen felt countless rough saw blades inside and outside the body stirring him desperately, thorning him into a ball of meat paste, and then putting it on the red iron plate to hammer it hard. The pain came from all the nerve endings and came directly from the depths of his brain. Fang Wen screamed miserably. He had never suffered such great pain before, and was so painful that he fainted from the pain.

Xue Liu waved his fist excitedly and shouted loudly: "Oh! I've fainted!"

Professor Feng swept out from a door on the wall like a ghost, and his feet slid over a hundred meters away without touching the ground, quietly behind Xue Liu. He stretched out his index finger with his right hand, gently clicked on Xue Liu's back heart, and said lightly: "Xue Liu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Xue Liu, who was laughing wildly, suddenly closed his mouth. He coughed hard a few times, and shouted loudly in a very serious manner: "Inject the latest S-500 culture medium. Inject the No. 3 growth hormone. Oh, this doll has a bad physique. If you want to adjust his body to a normal level in just one month, this cost~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What's the cost? Just take it directly from me." Professor Feng poked Xue Liu's weakness with his fingers and said gloomyly: "If my disciple had something wrong..."

Xue Liu shook his eyes at Professor Feng with a smile on his face and said with a smile: "No problem. I, Xue Laoliu, do my business, Mr. Feng Da, don't worry. Well, look."

Xue Liu pressed his hands on the operating table for a while, and a three-dimensional portrait appeared in the air. He smiled and said, "Look at what I prepared for you, the disciple who closed his disciple. He suffered too much innately. He could grow to the appearance of a dry monkey now, which is already his life. I can let him grow his body that he had lost for eighteen years in one month." He rubbed his hands excitedly, and Xue Liu said, "Look, he can customize his body in one month. He is 70% sure to adjust his height, measurements, weight, and the length of his little brother."

"You use my apprentice for the experiment?" Professor Feng's eyes suddenly glared out.

"No!" Xue Liu looked at Professor Feng with great grievance and shouted: "As a scientific researcher with a noble moral standard, how could I use your apprentice to do experiments? I just want to verify some of my speculations on your apprentice. Look, it is difficult to find a monster like him who is born with a body of wind spirit but has innate losses like a monkey."

Professor Feng looked at Xue Liuyi with his eyes tilted, and suddenly sneered: "My moral standards? I said this is almost the same. I don't know how much your Xuemen's ** experiment has been done, and it is also moral standards." He turned around and left behind, and said coldly: "No matter how much you make trouble, my apprentice has handed it to you anyway. If anything goes wrong, you can wait and see."

"Let's wait and see." Xue Liu murmured in a low voice: "If you accidentally kill your apprentice, I sprinkle a formation of ten thousand poisons. Can you, the old ghost, break in? Humph, do whatever you want? Prepare to inject ten times the dose of energy liquid.***, do whatever you want! Hahahahahahaha~~~" Xue Liu's eyes were shiny, and a snow-like cold light flashed.

Dozens of holes were opened on the top cover of the container at the same time. More than a dozen mechanical hands held large, small, thick, and thin syringes, injecting dozens of inexplicable liquids into Fang Wen's body. The light silver solution gradually changed color. After a golden solution was injected into the container, the container flashed with magnificent color.

In the colorful light, on Fang Wen's shriveled body, muscles slowly expanded. The streamlined muscles broke the same shriveled skin. The skin cracked and huge wounds oozed out. The wounds were rapidly closed. The blood was twisted by the colorful light and disappeared without a trace. The slight sound coming from Fang Wen's body, similar to the slight sound of sesame seeds blooming and jointing. His body, which was originally less than 1.6 meters tall, gradually lengthened and stretched. The skin and muscles in the joints of his body were constantly torn, and then healed rapidly.

More than a dozen robotic arms were constantly rotating around Fang Wen, and according to Xue Liu's loud shouts, they kept injecting traces of growth hormone into Fang Wen's body. Fang Wen's body was constantly growing according to Xue Liu's design, growing towards a very different appearance than he used to.

Xue Liu's methods can only be described by magical skills. There shouldn't be such a skill on Earth in 2015.

After a long nightmare, Fang Wen finally woke up.

In the nightmare, he was thrown down from the eighteen levels of hell and suffered endless torture from billions of ghosts and gods. Even in his sleep, he could feel the bone-thrusting pain, which almost exploded into pieces, and the pain that almost died. Then, just as he gradually got used to this severe pain and even began to feel an inexplicable pleasure in the severe pain, a light appeared in front of him, and he woke up like this.

He woke up, but his brain had not yet mastered his body. Fang Wen lay down without moving, feeling quietly.

Below the body is a hard bed board and pine board, so Fang Wen can smell the unique fragrance of pine. This feeling of not being soaked in liquid and being down-to-earth is very good.

The sound of howling wind came to my ears, long, short, sometimes big, sometimes small. The sound of the wind and the cheerful laughter of the children. The laughter was also far away, sometimes near, and suddenly came, like thunder passing through the sky, unpredictable.

The warm wind hit Fang Wen's face, bringing a breath of sun and grass. It is full of vitality and vitality. This is the beauty that Fang Wen has never felt in his eighteen years of life. In the dull Beijing city, in the depressed courtyard, and in the family relationship as rotten as stagnant water, Fang Wen has never felt such a beautiful atmosphere.

Perhaps only Young Master Long and Wenwen can compare with such an aura.

The brain was already used to this seemingly unfamiliar body, Fang Wen opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

This is an exquisite wooden house, with pine boards split into neat strips and pieced together the floor and the surrounding walls. On the top of the head is a thick thatched roof, and the fragrance of the grass lingers on the nose, which is very comfortable and has an inexplicable sense of security. Inside the house is a wooden bed, Fang Wen is sitting on it. Then there is an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table, with a teapot and four tea cups on the table, but it is the best blue and white porcelain. On the wall facing the door is a central hall, with a simple word "wind".

The wind word about a square meter was like wind, with a huge momentum. Fang Wen looked at the word for a while and had the illusion that he wanted to fly. He quickly turned his head and didn't dare to look again. He jumped off the wooden bed and moved towards the door. Yes, he moved towards the door. Fang Wen was still unable to get used to his current body at this moment. He only felt that his feet were soft and he seemed to fall down at any time. The length of his hands and feet was awkward, and it felt like he had grown a lot.

Especially...

Fang Wen raised his hands suddenly and looked at the white and delicate palms like mutton fat jade. Fang Wen screamed: "**! Is this my hand?"

Fang Wen remembered that his hands were rough, black and yellow before, like the palm of a monkey claw? Moreover, it seems that the size of this palm is a little too large?

He looked down at the bottom, and Fang Wen screamed, "Such big feet?"

He pulled open the shorts he was wearing, and Fang Wen reached out to touch his lower body in disbelief for a while, and muttered to himself in surprise and joy: "So big a pack?"

"Mirror, mirror!" Fang Wen walked around the room, wanting to see what he looked like now. But the furnishings of the room were extremely simple. Where was there a mirror? He rushed towards the door, unveiled the straw curtain hanging on the door, and strode out.

As soon as he left the door, Fang Wen was stunned.

In front of me was an endless patch of emerald green, and the green, almost blue green grass extends from under my feet to the end of the sky.

There was no cloud in the blue sky, and the bright sun hung high in the sky, and endless light and heat sprinkled down, inlaid with a layer of dazzling gold edges on the boundless prairie.

The wild flowers of the big buns grow in the grass, and there are suddenly colorful rainbows on the boundless grassland, and the rainbows on the ground.

Groups of cattle, horse and animal animals are wandering comfortably on the grassland, and the large groups of bees are rising and falling from afar. You can hear the cries of cattle, horse and the fluttering of bees.

A group of children wearing only coarse trousers, with their upper body and feet on their feet, and their long dark hair spread on their shoulders were running excitedly on the grassland. The cheerful laughter made the endless vitality of the grassland more and more active. The group of children ran on the grassland at a high speed that made Fang Wen almost faint. Their movements were as fast as the wind, and they passed through the grassland lightly, bringing up blurry black shadows.

A goshawk suddenly fell from a high altitude, swinging his claws and hit a hare that had just emerged from the ground.

The hare was stunned by the claws of the goshawk with a wingspan of more than three feet. The hawk let out a long and proud cry, flapped its wings, grabbed the hare, and was about to fly high.

Among the children running on the grassland, one of them suddenly screamed excitedly. His body flew lightly and rushed towards the eagle.

The little feet, covered with dust and grass leaves, were lit on the back of the goshawk. The goshawk, which had just been more than three meters high, seemed to have not noticed that there was one more person on his body, flapping his wings and continuing to climb. The child waved his arms and posed a sensational posture flying in the wind on the back of the goshawk, and was held up by the goshawk for more than 30 meters high!

‘Yu Hu ～～～～～’, with a cheerful long roar, the child who was supported by the eagle and flew into the sky laughed three times, shook his arms and jumped down to the ground.

"Help quickly~~~~" Fang Wen screamed in fear, but saw a long wind blowing by. The child walked in the wind, as light as a dandelion, quietly drawing inside and out.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Fang Wen's head was in chaos, and he hugged his head and screamed loudly. The child's actions had exceeded his imagination. How could a person glide like a bird? How could it be? How could it be? How could it be?

He hugged his head and turned around in place for a few times. Just as he was about to fall to the ground and faint, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Fang Wen grabbed Professor Feng who suddenly appeared ecstatically and shouted: "Professor Feng, tell me, I am dreaming, am I dreaming? Am I dreaming? Is that? I will slap you in the face. If you don't feel it hurts, I will definitely be dreaming, right?"

Professor Feng was so angry that his brows trembled. The other Fang Wen, who was gritting his teeth, made a ruthless sound, barely calmed down the anger in his heart, patted Fang Wen's shoulder with a smile, and injected a cool wind into Fang Wen's body.

He grabbed Fang Wen's head and twisted his head towards the group of running children, watching the group of children jump one by one and slide one by one, sliding one by one against the wind. Professor Feng said loudly: "Fang Wen, my closed disciple, welcome to the Pampas prairie, welcome to join the Fengmen! Welcome, enter the world!"

"Four Secret Sects of Fenghua, Xueyue! You are me, the closed disciple of Mr. Fengda, the leader of the Fengsect!"

"Gudong!" Fang Wen fell to the sky, rolled his eyes and fainted. The first chapter of the human path, goodbye, Chapter 4
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