Chapter 11 The Sword Qi is First Becoming ()

When a person works hard silently, he can only be boredom and loneliness.

In order to cultivate the primitive sword energy as soon as possible, Yang Jun decocted medicine, took medicine, and meditated very seriously every day.

Fortunately, since yesterday, when he meditated after taking the medicine, his body had already reacted. His body's temperature was getting higher and higher, and the color of his skin had already become red. During this day and night, he always had the illusion that he would burn the next moment. However, one day and one night had passed, and his skin was already burning red. But what's strange is that his body temperature was so high that he didn't sweat at all, nor did he feel dizzy.

Thinking of the secret book that the deathly sword energy is hot, Yang Jun estimated that he might be able to cultivate the first primitive true energy soon.

It is also possible that he made the foundation-building medicine soup wrong, and he might be about to go astray.

Maybe he just thought about this in his mind for a moment and quickly drove it out of his mind, because the result was too terrible and too unacceptable for him.

That afternoon, he cooked the medicine soup early, and after taking it, he returned to the wing room to meditate.

The body temperature soared so fast. He felt that whether the foundation building was successful or failed, the result should be revealed today.

Close your eyes and feel that your body seems to be burning violently. You feel that your bone marrow is numb and your muscles are also beating one after another, like boiling boiling water. There is also the skin, and the body temperature is too high. Fortunately, you have not sweated. Otherwise, if you sweat too much, your skin will definitely dry and crack because of too much dehydration. However, even if you don’t sweat, your skin will feel very uncomfortable. You feel that the skin on your body is getting tighter and tighter, and you will feel that it will crack at any time.

The discomfort in various parts of the body made it difficult for Yang Jun to calm down. However, in order to successfully build the foundation, he could only do his best to concentrate his mind on the Dantian part of the lower abdomen.

The body temperature was still rising, and the hot feeling gradually began to spread to his head, and his head finally began to feel a little dizzy.

Yang Jun was a little worried that this would burn his brain.

But then I thought that this was just the body in the game. Even if my brain was burned out, at most I could find an acquaintance to kill the Lonely Swordsman in the game after I went offline, so that the Lonely Swordsman could be reborn.

With this understanding, he put life and death aside, and worked harder to concentrate his thoughts on the dantian position of the lower abdomen, fantasizing that a warm true energy was gathered by his thoughts.

At 6:13 pm on August 8, 2084, Yang Jun's parents came back from get off work. As usual, Yang's father was wearing a half-old work clothes on his arm and a cheap cigarette in his right hand. Yang's mother was carrying vegetables he had just bought from the vegetable market and said enthusiastically that her colleague Lao Wang's little daughter had eloped with the man for four years. Yesterday, she suddenly brought a man and a three-year-old girl back home...

Yang's father listened to his wife's gossip in boredom, took out the keys lazily and opened the door, and walked into the house tiredly.

"Xiaojun! Come out soon! Don't stay in the room and play games all day. Mom bought oranges today, come out and eat them soon! Otherwise, your dad will eat them all in the end..."

As soon as Yang's mother entered the house, she opened her voice and shouted at Yang Jun's bedroom.

When Yang heard what his wife shouted, his father turned his head in depression.

"I've told you how many times he's talking to you. He won't know that even when he's playing games, so he can't hear it even if you scream. Also, you're eating all the oranges? When did I eat oranges?"

"Okay OK! A big man is so nagging! I'll go in and call him..."

Yang's mother interrupted her husband's rebuttal impatiently, put down the convenient bag of vegetables in her hand and pushed open Yang Jun's door and went in.

As soon as Yang's mother walked into Yang Jun's room, she saw him lying on the bed playing games with a game helmet.

If it weren't for the college entrance examination that had ended, or if she saw him playing games before the college entrance examination, let alone playing all day, even if she played for a minute, she would have smashed his game helmet long ago.

However, even though the college entrance examination was over, Yang's mother still felt angry when she saw her son playing games. She rushed up and took off the game helmet on Yang Jun's head.

"Damn boy! You are still a little promising when you are huddled in the room to play games all day long? Get up and eat oranges!"

Still moving!

In the past, Yang Jun would open his eyes and wake up as soon as he took off his game helmet, but this time after Yang's mother took off his game helmet, Yang Jun still kept lying on the bed with his eyes closed and motionless, without any sign of waking up.

"Get up soon! Stop pretending to die for your mother! Get up soon! If you don't get up again, I won't give you oranges!"

Still motionless.

Now Yang's mother finally felt something was wrong.

Before she could guess what was going on, just under her nose, she saw Yang Jun's face getting redder and red, her skin shiny, and it seemed that it was going to be red and purple.

This strange situation immediately scared her and couldn't help but shout to her husband in panic: "Old Yang! Come quickly! Something happened to my son! Come quickly! What should I do? It's over... What's going on? I don't have any trouble with him? I've never had any trouble taking off his helmet..."

Yang Jun was very strange and even more depressed.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of burning fire on his body. Finally, he finally felt that the dantian was getting warmer and warmer. He saw that he might be about to succeed in a while, and that the first primitive sword energy might be generated in his dantian. At this moment, just when he saw the hope of success and just saw the dawn of nourishing the primitive sword energy, his eyes suddenly turned dark.

Very familiar feeling!

He has experienced it several times a day recently, and this dark feeling means he is offline.

But he obviously didn't want to go offline.

There is only one possibility!

That is, someone outside took off his game helmet.

Who is it?

Who did such a fucking thing?

Yang Jun wanted to curse.

But, a minute passed and he had not woken up in reality.

Two minutes passed, but he still didn't wake up in reality.

A long time has passed...

It was so long that Yang Jun didn't know if it had been ten minutes or half an hour, but he still couldn't wake up and he began to panic.

What's going on? It's not happening before! What should I do if I can't wake up? Should I stay in this endless darkness all the time?

Am I dead?

When a person dies, his consciousness will stay in such a dark place, he can't go anywhere or do anything?

As Yang Jun became more and more panicked and more eager to leave this dark world, he suddenly felt a familiar burning feeling.

That was the same feeling when I was in the game just now.

The previous illusion of burning all over his body gradually returned to him again.

Am I still practicing?

Feeling the familiar burning feeling, although it still felt very painful, Yang Jun felt very happy and happy this time in the pain.

This means that he is still alive. If he is not dead, he will not have to stay in the boundless darkness.

Since he was still practicing, he tried hard to concentrate his mind on the dantian position of the lower abdomen.

Soon, he felt his dantian slowly warm up and gradually became hotter and hotter.

He felt the heat in the bone marrow slowly flowing into the dantian like flowing water. When the heat in the bone marrow flowed into the dantian, he felt the heat in the muscles of the body replenished into the bone marrow.

Just as the stream flowed into the river, the heat in his body began to flow to his dantian.

In his consciousness, the heat flowing into his dantian was rotating, gradually forming a spring-shaped air flow rotating in his dantian. In his sensation, the spring-shaped air flow was only about an inch long. At the beginning, it was very loose in the shape of gas. Gradually, as the heat from his body flowed into his dantian more and more, the air-shaped "spring" about the thickness of his thumb became more and more solid, and the color gradually changed from pink to blood red, and then turned purple and red. In the end, when Yang Jun felt that the temperature on his body had returned to normal, the "spring" in the dantian had turned purple and black, condensed like a real purple metal spring. It kept rotating in Yang Jun's dantian, and the rotation speed was extremely fast. Yang Jun estimated that it would rotate at least 20 turns in one second.

Is this the most primitive death-taking sword energy?

Feeling its existence, Yang Jun thought curiously, and was very happy in his heart. Finally, he succeeded! With this primitive sword energy, his foundation building was successful. In the future, he could practice the thirteenth level of death-taking sword energy, as well as the thirteen death-taking swords, one step in one lightning!

As long as you practice martial arts well and make a name for yourself in the game, you will definitely make a lot of money by then. Then he will have some capital to pursue them.

Knowing that the primitive sword energy had been cultivated, Yang Jun was a little unable to sit still and wanted to open his eyes to try how much his attack power had increased.

So he opened his eyes excitedly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was stunned to see the environment he was in.

Where is this? Hospital? Ward?

He saw a few sick people lying on the iron bed next to him.

Including the bed under him, the sheets in the whole room were white, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and two patients on the other five beds were receiving injections, and one left leg was hanging high in the air with a cast, and...

"Director Xiao, Director Xiao! I really didn't say anything nonsense. The patient's body temperature just now really exceeded 42 degrees! I swear by my personality that I absolutely didn't lie! Really! Director Xiao..."

Before Yang Jun could look at the surroundings, a clearer and clearer voice quickly approached the ward where he was. With the sound of speaking, there was also a mess of footsteps. It was possible to hear the footsteps very quickly, as if they were jogging towards this side.

Yang Jun and several other patients in the ward looked at the door of the ward together, waiting to see who was coming here.

"You'd better not talk nonsense! If you find that you are shaking me, you'll prepare to roll the cover and go home! I'm going to meet the patient who has not died of body temperature of 42 degrees today..."

While a middle-aged man with a low and majestic voice sounded outside the door, a young doctor who nodded and bowed respectfully pushed open the door and reached out to signal the middle-aged man behind him to go in first.

"Xiao Zhao! Where is the patient you mentioned?"

The middle-aged man in a white coat walked in and immediately looked around, probably because he didn't see anyone in the ward who looked like a high fever of 42 degrees. He turned his head and stared at the young doctor who opened the door and asked very sternly.

"Director Xiao! That's there... Huh?"

The young doctor who was questioned subconsciously pointed at Yang Jun's bed. As soon as he pointed his finger, he was extremely surprised to see Yang Jun looking at them quietly with his eyes open.

With this shock, the doctor called Xiao Zhao's forehead suddenly felt sweat the size of beans.

"You mean him? He has a high fever of 42 degrees?"

Director Xiao pointed at Yang Jun, who was just a little pale, and asked Dr. Xiao Zhao angrily.

"This, this... he wasn't like this just now. His face was purple just now and it looked like he was about to drip blood. He wasn't awake just now. Really! Director Xiao, believe me! I really didn't lie to you. This patient's body temperature was 42 degrees just now..."

"Enough!"

Director Xiao could no longer listen and stopped Dr. Xiao Zhao's "open eyes and lies".

"Xiao Wang! Go and take his body temperature! I want to see how this living person's body temperature reaches 42 degrees!"

"Okay! Director Xiao!"
To be continued...