Rebirth of the Alone Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 1 Dilapidated Mountain Temple

The moon is in the sky, and the stars are dim.

In front of the mountain temple, the gate of the temple fell aside at some point.

The interior of the temple is also covered with cobweb dust, and the only mountain god statue has only half of its head left.

The other half's head fell to the ground, like garbage, covered with dust and filth.

There are quite a few straw pavements on the ground, apparently some visitors have stayed here before.

In a fire that was about to be extinguished, a young man with a pale complexion, clutching his chest tightly, lay down beside the fire, motionless.

a long time!

Ah!
With a muffled groan, Fang Xiu struggled to get up from the ground, suddenly felt an unbearable soreness and numbness all over his body.

"Where is this, am I dead?"

With the help of the dimly lit fire, Fang Xiu looked at his location.

When he saw the dilapidated mountain god statue, the dilapidated scene around him, and the clear pain in his body, he had to think that he was dead but alive again.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu frowned, and a sporadic memory that did not belong to him emerged in his mind.

After a while, after completely accepting the memory, Fang Xiu finally understood the reason of the matter.

The owner of this body is also named Fang Xiu, a student preparing to take the exam in Beijing.

However, he had been sick since he was a child. When Fang Xiu's predecessor was planning to rest in the mountain temple, he just fell ill and died of illness in this mountain temple.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xiu from another world came here for unknown reasons.

And by chance, he possessed the corpse that had just died, and came back to life.

Apart from this bit of memory, Fang Xiu never got anything else.

Most of the memories of the previous life disappeared at the moment of death.

Only going to Beijing to rush for the exam was the obsession in the former body and mind, which barely survived and was absorbed by Fang Xiu.

It turned out that he died of illness!

Fang Xiu smiled wryly, this predecessor was just as unlucky as himself, both died of illness.

He touched his chest involuntarily, but he didn't have the suffocating feeling he felt when he was sick in his predecessor.

"Is this before the onset of the disease, or is it because the disease has recovered after I was reborn?"

Fang Xiu thought to himself, he was not sure, after all, he was not a doctor, and he didn't have much in-depth insight into the pain.

But it's always good not to get sick, at least he can live for a while.

Putting aside the physical problem for the time being, Fang Xiu carefully surveyed the surrounding environment.

The dilapidated mountain temple, under the light of the moonlight and the not-so-bright fire, looked a little dark.

In addition to the statue of the mountain god with half of its head broken, if a normal person appeared here, he would inevitably feel a sense of fear.

But Fang Xiu has been lying on the hospital bed waiting to die all year round, and his view of life and death is much lighter than ordinary people.

The heart has also been trained to be stronger than ordinary people. Although the mountain temple looks gloomy, it will not make Fang Xiu feel frightened.

Or, what is more frightening than lying in bed quietly waiting to die?

Fang Xiu struggled to stand up, but as soon as he tried hard, his body suddenly weakened and fell to the ground.

"This level of physical weakness is comparable to what I used to have. I really admire how my predecessor survived here!"

Fang Xiu couldn't help shaking his head, his body was so weak that he still wanted to go to Beijing to catch the exam.

With this kind of physical fitness, there will be problems if you don't die halfway.

But, am I going to lie down and die like this?
In case of death this time, there may be no chance of rebirth.

Fang Xiu lay powerlessly on the ground, full of thoughts.

Although he was used to seeing life and death, he finally had a chance to live a new life. If he died so aggrieved, he would still be a little unwilling.

"What's the use of not being reconciled, this person can't see the village or store, can't even see a person's shadow, judging by his physical condition, even if he doesn't die of illness, he is about to die of weakness here, and it seems that there is no hope for someone to rescue him .”

Just for a while, Fang Xiu was already gasping for breath, and he was so weak that he couldn't breathe.

"Ding! The final lottery system is on!"

"Since the player is opening it for the first time, the system rewards a lucky draw opportunity!"

"May I ask if the player draws a reward?"

In my mind, a mechanical and cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Who!"

Fang Xiu's head was sobered up by the cold voice, and he turned his head, but he didn't find any figure.

"May I ask if the player draws a reward!"

There was no answer, and the cold voice of the machine repeated what it had just said.

Now Fang Xiu finally discovered that the source of the sound did not come from the surroundings, but appeared in his mind.

Could it be that this is my golden finger after rebirth?
Lying on the hospital bed all year round, Fang Xiu can read books in various fields when he has nothing to do.

I still have a certain understanding of things like gold fingers.

It's just that he didn't expect that this kind of thing would be touched by him.

"May I ask if the player draws a reward!"

The mechanically cold voice is still repeating.

"Extract!"

Without much hesitation, Fang Xiu answered directly.

Swish——, Fang Xiu only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and an illusory turntable appeared in front of his eyes.

On the turntable, there are a total of six grids, with a pointer in the middle.

Each grid reads: Martial Arts, Medicinal Pills, Divine Weapons, Pets, Daily Life, Supernatural Powers.

Below the dial, there is a number 1.

Fang Xiu guessed that it should be the so-called number of lottery draws.

Apart from that, there is nothing more, and the simplicity cannot be more concise.

Fang Xiu asked tentatively: "Excuse me, how should I draw a lottery?"

For a long time, there was no answer, and the cold voice of the machine did not come again.

"Draw rewards!"

Unable to get an answer, Fang Xiu tentatively said something.

Immediately afterwards, the number 1 below the turntable changed to 0, and at the same time, the pointer began to rotate crazily.

The speed of the rotation can be described as dizzying, with Fang Xiu's eyesight, he couldn't even catch a shadow.

Not long after, the speed of the pointer slowly slowed down.

It moved across six grids little by little, but never completely stopped.

"Elixir, elixir!"

Fang Xiu thought silently, with his body now, apart from extracting the elixir to possibly save his life, other things are useless.

It's not that he doesn't like martial arts, but because of his current physical condition.

It is completely useless to give him these things. Now that he has not survived the hurdle of surviving, what is the use of having peerless magic skills and peerless magic weapons?

As for supernatural powers and pets, Fang Xiu doesn't think it can help his body.

Following Fang Xiu's silent recitation, the speed of the pointer has completely slowed down, leaving only a little movement.

The grid of pets has passed, the grid of daily life has passed, and the grid of supernatural powers has also passed a little bit.

Finally, he entered the grid of martial arts.

Swipe a little bit on the grid of martial arts, the strength of the pointer seems to be exhausted at any time.

Fang Xiu opened his eyes wide and landed on the last position of the pointer.

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(End of this chapter)