"it hurts!"

Pei Jingyuan felt his head hurt, and the bones of the skin and bones all over his body were torn and broken. It was not intact, and his weak eyes could not be opened, so he could only let out a faint moan. It was just a vague feeling that someone was taking care of him patiently, and he could hear some crying sounds from time to time. Whenever he was in a harsh pain and moaning, there were always people whispering softly in his ear, with a kind voice, which made him feel inexplicably intimate and inexplicably a lot of pain.

After a few days of confusion, Pei Jingyuan clearly felt that his hollowed-out body had recovered little by little, and his consciousness was found little by little: his name was Pei Jingyuan, a very ordinary senior student in the department, with medium grades, average appearance, and a good family background. He was not rich, but he had no worries about food and clothing. He usually played games, bragged with classmates and friends, and lived a leisurely life.

Until a certain day, when Pei Jingyuan helped his uncle sort out the grocery store warehouse, he found a long-standing sword: the sword was simple in style and covered with rust spots. At that time, he happened to revisit Liang Yusheng's martial arts Pingzong Xia Record. He was very yearning for Zhang Danfeng, a Confucian scholar with outstanding sword skills, so he waved it randomly. However, he didn't expect that the sword seemed to have a spirit and began to control his actions. The sword danced, the sword energy was frosty and fierce, and gradually he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he felt like he was broken all over his meridians, which seemed to be infatuated. It was strange that the person who cared about him was not his uncle or aunt, nor was he a doctor or nurse, and he did not have the unique smell of medicine in the hospital. What made him most strange was that every time he took care of him, the person who took care of him would feed him Chinese medicine that was so bitter that he was. In his memory, whenever he was sick, he was mainly Western medicine and supplemented by Chinese medicine. His experience of giving Chinese medicine all day long is really incredible and very strange.

Just when he was full of strangeness, some memories that should not belong to him appeared inexplicably: the master of the memory is Pei Min, and all the memories come from the dreamy Tang Dynasty! It is not the same name and surname, but the memories of Pei Min, the swordsman who is known as the three great masters of the Tang Dynasty. In his memory, Pei Min's hardship since childhood was brought up by his mother. Because he was born in the Pei family in Hedong, there was a specialist in the clan in charge of education, but he never lost his studies. He studied hard for more than ten years and had a very high cultural level. In addition to studying literature, Pei Min's biggest hobby is swordsman. He did not study by himself, and he did not know his own depth.

Pei Jingyuan was a little frightened and a little confused. For some reason, Pei Min's memory appeared in his mind: he was born in the liberal arts and had a certain understanding of history. He naturally knew that Li Bai's poetry, Pei Min's sword dance, and Zhang Xu's cursive script were recognized as the three masters. The three of them were also respected as Poetry Fairy, Sword Saint, and Cursive Saint.

The memories of such a big man appeared in his mind, which really made him feel overwhelmed.

He didn't dare to think about it, but Pei Min's memory flashed like a movie, almost almost. It was not until he was eighteen years old that memory stopped fast forwarding. He remembered the natural things clearly even in the tiny details: I remember that day, the Pei family Yanyun Academy was off class, and Pei Min went home to visit his mother, but he didn't expect to encounter the robbery of the Xi clan. The Xi clan was violent, and wherever he went, there was a sea of ​​fire, abduct, and cruelty.

Pei Min saw that his hometown was trapped in a sea of ​​fire, and his fellow villagers were slaughtered. His mother was not aware of her life and death. She was extremely angry and drew her sword and rushed towards the bandits.

That was Pei Min's first time using a sword to fight against the enemy, and the first time he started killing. Pei Min himself never thought that the sword technique he had figured out was so fierce. There was no enemy under the sword, and he broke through the defense line of 100 people and killed the enemy leader under the sword.

The bloody scene at that time was vivid in my mind: blood and corpses everywhere. Blood invaded every inch of land and gradually gathered into a ditches and spread around. The sun yard in the village was even more severely affected. The blood soaked every inch of land there, forming a large area of ​​disgusting dark red mud, countless incomplete limbs, shattered heads, crisscrossing everywhere, without complete corpses.

Pei Jingyuan has only seen such tragic scenes in movies and TV, but what is false is more real than what I remember?

Although Pei Jingyuan was recalling the memory, the memory was like a real one, making him immersed in the scene. He felt that his internal organs were rolling and he wanted to vomit, but his abdomen was already empty and could only twitch.

"Min'er, Min'er"

Pei Jingyuan listened to the nervous shouting in his ears, and his uneasy and frightened heart suddenly calmed down. The kind voice seemed to have some special magic, which made him feel at ease in his heart, and he fell asleep immediately.

When he woke up again, it seemed that it was already late at night. The sound of insects around him brought noise to the quiet night.

When he woke up this time, Pei Jingyuan was still unable to open his eyes, but his uneasy heart gradually calmed down. He began to think about the various things that happened to him. Gradually, he had ridiculous and exaggerated thoughts: he traveled through time, and for some reason to travel to the Tang Dynasty, and became a well-known three-time master. Only in this way can he explain why he was not in the hospital, why there were no relatives around him, why there were memories of Pei Min, and why that kind voice called him "Miner".

Living in a prevalent era, Pei Jingyuan has seen more than a hundred time travel books, but he never thought that he would become a member of the time travel army, and the target of time travel seems to be quite good.

The illness gave Pei Jingyuan time to accept reality. After two days of rest, his condition gradually improved, and the pain around him gradually subsided. He was able to sit up on his own with his arms, and confirmed the fact that he traveled through time: when he opened his eyes for the first time, he had confirmed this point when he looked at the surrounding dilapidated and retro house structure and furniture arrangement.

The door cloth was lifted up, and a fair-skinned and beautiful woman walked into the house lightly. The woman was over forty years old, and her face was also full of wind and frosty, but she still had a unique style. It is not difficult to imagine that the woman must have extraordinary style when she was young.

Seeing Pei Jingyuan staring at the eaves with his eyes staring at the roof, the woman was extremely happy and stepped forward anxiously and said, "Min'er is awake. How is it today? Are you feeling better?"
Chapter completed!