Fairy Strange: Eighty Years of Boy Kung Fu in the Beginning

"Good news,

bad news."

"The good news is that I was born again and was able to live again."

Writing this, the teenager put down the brush in his hand and coughed twice.

Inside, there is an antique sandalwood desk, and in the center, wisps of white smoke wafts from the gold-carved incense burner.

The fragrance permeates the room.

Ahem!

Ahem!

Mo Xuan tightened the mink shawl on his body, and on his handsome and pale face, a wry smile appeared, and he picked up the brush again:

"The bad news is that I still suffer from leukemia after crossing over.

Moreover, it is still late.

The brush in his hand paused, and Mo Xuan wrote the last four words:

"Life is not long!"

Seven days ago, Mo Xuan was lying in the intensive ward, and after suffering from leukemia for several years, he thought that his life would end silently.

But, unexpectedly, death was another beginning, and Mo Xuan came here.

Looking up at the window, it was late autumn, and the withering yellow leaves were falling and gently falling on the stone slabs of the courtyard.

This world, except for antiquity, seems to be no different from the previous world.

"It's good that this time, I can also be regarded as a rich second generation."

Looking at the branches with only a few dead leaves left, Mo Xuan smiled bitterly again.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

Red blood flowed out of Mo Xuan's nose and dripped onto the white paper.

"Hee-hee, young master, we're back!"

A light voice came, and a girl in a cyan robe jumped in.

The girl looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, her face was flushed, and the two buns on her head trembled slightly with her steps.

"Ah, young master, you have nosebleeds again!"

Xiaoqing exclaimed, quickly ran over, skillfully took out the warm handkerchief in his arms, and wiped it for Mo Xuan.

"Brother Xuan, are you all right?" Outside the door, a young girl wearing a long blue silk dress, green jade on her waist, and a delicate face walked in.

"Get used to it." Mo Xuan took Xiaoqing's hand away, causing Xiaoqing to pout.

"Brother Xuan, next month... It is our wedding day, please take care of your body. The girl looked shy, lowered her head after speaking, her long eyelashes trembled, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the small toe of the shoe, and her hands were twisted together.

"Don't worry, you should be able to successfully consummate the marriage." Looking at the girl's flushed face, Mo Xuan smiled.

Forget it, it is worth it to live for a while and marry such a girl.

Mo Xuan sighed slightly in his heart.

The girl's name is Su Xue, she is the second daughter of the Su family of the Chengnan Wang clan, and next year, she will turn sixteen.

And Mo Xuan is the eldest son of the Mo family in the north of the city.

The marriage of the two can also be regarded as a strong union.

Originally, Mo Xuan did not agree to this marriage, after all, Su Xue's age was too young, and there was no emotional basis at all.

However, the entire Mo family did not support him, because, soon after his life, he must quickly complete the marriage, pass on the lineage, and leave the Mo family's seed.

Mo Xuan could only accept reality helplessly.

Su Xue lingered in the study for a while, and after seeing that Mo Xuan's body was so weak that he couldn't stand steadily, he had to reluctantly leave.

"Xiaoqing helped me go back to my room to rest." Mo Xuan stretched out his hand, Xiaoqing snorted vigorously, and immediately bent down and put up his arm.

"Young Master, I see that Miss Su Xue is very good, and besides, I like you very much, Xiaoqing thinks that this marriage... Hmm..."

When Mo Xuan heard this, he immediately stretched out his hand to cover the other party's small mouth.

"Don't say it, I have agreed to this marriage now."

Xiaoqing stared at Mo Xuan for a second with wide eyes, and then nodded.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan let go of his hand.

The master and servant returned to the room.

After waiting for Mo Xuan to go to bed, Xiaoqing, who had been quiet for a while, couldn't help it, and spoke again:

"Young Master, do you know what Mother Liu taught me and Miss Su Xue today?"

Without waiting for Mo Xuan to answer, Xiaoqing blushed and said,

"Yes... It's that kind of thing... Mother Liu, she is really not ashamed, she also said, I am a maid, and I will give it to the young master at that time..."

Mo Xuan interrupted Xiaoqing's words.

When Mo Xuan said this, Xiaoqing's face instantly turned red to the base of his neck, and he said with disgust: "Young Master, you are so annoying!"

"You're less ashamed than Mother Liu." Mo Xuan added the knife again.

"Nasty! Young Master hates it! "

......

After the master and servant played for a while, the doctor came.

In order to cure Mo Xuan's illness, the Mo family invited all the doctors around Wucheng.

Some say that this disease is hemorrhage, some say it is a deficiency disease, and some say that it is a heat and labor disease, but no one can cure it.

The doctor invited this time is said to be a famous doctor from Yindu.

Yin Capital, as the national capital of the Great Yin Dynasty, has gathered talents from all over the world, and can make a name for himself in the Yin Capital, and his medical skills are certainly extraordinary.

Huasheng, who had a clear face, did not have any shelves, and after entering the house and putting down the medicine box, he took a pulse to auscultate.

"Huh?" Hua Sheng was a little surprised, and immediately, his brows furrowed tightly.

After a few breaths, Hua Sheng loosened his brows and sighed a few times.

"Doctor Huasheng, how is my disease?" Mo Xuan looked at each other calmly.

Hua Sheng brushed the long beard under his chin, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "

Young Master Mo Xuan's disease, I can't cure it, unless it's with the legendary immortal grass."

When Mo Xuan heard this, his face remained calm.

The results are the same as those of other doctors.

As for the immortal grass?

Rumor has it that as long as a person has not died for more than seven days, one head left can be saved.

The last time there was news about undead grass was the desert snowfield fifty years ago.

That time, the entire Great Yin Dynasty sent three million troops to defeat the kings of the grassland, spanning three thousand li, and razed the Mobei Snow Country to the ground.

Such a big move is for an unconfirmed news.

"However, Young Master Mo Xuan's vein is a little strange." Huasheng spoke again.

"Oh? What's so strange? Mo Xuan was a little surprised.

"According to my years of experience in practicing medicine, Young Master Mo Xuan's blood was exhausted almost seven or eight days ago."

Hearing Hua Sheng mention seven days ago, Mo Xuan's heart moved.

"However, there is another force in your body, like the internal strength of a person who practices martial arts... However, Patriarch Mo mentioned to me your situation, since childhood has suffered from blood disease, it is impossible to practice martial arts..."

Hua Sheng added.

Mo Xuanjian's brows furrowed, he had only been here for seven days, and he had no memories of his predecessor, even the current interpersonal relationship, it took him a lot of effort to understand.

"The young master has practiced martial arts!" Xiaoqing, who had been afraid to interject next to him, suddenly spoke.

"I remember it was... What kind of Tong Zi Gong..." recalled Xiaoqing.

"Tong Zigong? Boy function to practice this internal strength? Huasheng was confused.

"Tong Zigong? When do I practice Tong Scout Gong? Mo Xuan was also confused.

"That's right! It must be a congenital boy skill! Hua Sheng snapped his legs and stood up.

Hua Sheng was excited for a few seconds, came back to his senses, looked at Mo Xuan with some sympathy, and said, "

Young Master Mo Xuan, before the big marriage, remember to keep the body of the boy."

"Congenital Tong Zi Gong is the reason why you can live until now, the wedding night is the time to break the gong, and the Tong Zi Gong is broken..."

Hua Sheng shook his head, and the following words did not continue.

After Mo Xuan listened, the corners of his eyes twitched.

Addiction to death?

"Then if I keep my boyhood, how long will I live?" Mo Xuan couldn't help but ask again.

"A year, a year at most." Huasheng replied truthfully.

......

After sending off Doctor Huasheng, Mo Xuan drank a bowl of ginseng soup, lay on the bed, and began to read the Wucheng County Record.

Zhou Zhi Moxuan has seen a little in the past few days, and there is no record of immortal cultivation and the like.

At present, the highest force value that Mo Xuan saw was still the two prefecture guards with the power of 10,000 jin during the Great Yin Taizu period.

There is no technology and immortal cultivation, how should this disease be treated?

"Xiao Xuan, reading again?"

A thick voice came from outside the house.

Mo Cang, who had a majestic face, walked in step by step.

As the head of the family, Mo Cang was tall and his eyes were fierce, but when he saw Mo Xuan, he instantly became gentle.

"Father, came back so soon?" Mo Xuan was ready to get up.

"Recently, the mountain bandits have been rampant, even the official road has been blocked, and I led the team to come back just after walking out of a hundred miles." Mo Cang looked a little tired.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these business matters, this is what Lao Su gave you, saying that it is a newly obtained rare thing, he gave it to me by the way when I passed through the south of the city."

Mo Cang said and took out a brocade box and handed it to Mo Xuan.

"Su Shen, that old guy is quite satisfied with your son-in-law." Mo Cang said with a smile, squeezing out obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Mo Xuan opened the brocade box in front of Mo Cang.

A roll of pale yellow paper, a gray piece of jade.

Gou Yu wears the same style as his fiancée Su Xue.

"Huh? This paper? Mo Cang stared at the paper, showing doubt.

"Paper?" Mo Xuan picked up the paper and pointed to the lantern next to the bed.

The pale yellow paper appeared a little transparent and shiny in the candlelight, and the fingers were still a little smooth to the touch.

"It turned out to be human skin paper, Su Shen, this old fellow!" Mo Cang said with a smile.

"Human skin??" Mo Xuan felt a little disgusted, put the human skin paper back into the brocade box, and picked up the gouyu in the brocade box.

Hiss~~~

A coolness instantly poured into his body from Mo Xuan's fingertips.

Mo Xuan shivered.

"Xuan'er, are you all right?" Mo Cang looked at Mo Xuan worriedly.

"It's okay, it's just a little cold..." Mo Xuan put Gou Yu back into the brocade box, and his fingers touched the human skin paper.

On the originally blank human skin paper, a line of words suddenly appeared

: Mo Xuanmei

: One year and one month

"Xuan'er? What are you looking at? Mo Cang's worried voice sounded again.

Mo Xuan came back to his senses and found that Mo Cang was staring at him, and the other party also followed his gaze to the human skin paper.

"There are words on it..." said Mo Xuan tentatively.

"Word?" Mo Cang looked at the human skin paper in the box again, and his expression became even more worried.

There is obviously no word on it, could it be that the condition has worsened again?

"I'll call Doctor Huasheng over now." Mo Cang quickly stood up.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan even said that he was fine.

During this period, Mo Xuan tested Mo Cang several more times and made sure that the other party really did not see the words on the human skin paper.

After finally letting Mo Cang relax and leave, Mo Xuan quickly unfolded the human skin paper.

Just now the human skin paper was rolled up, and he only saw the first two lines.

At this moment, the human skin paper was fully unfolded, and all the content was also displayed in front of

Mo Xuan: Mo Xuan's

life: one year and one month (+80)

can: 0

gong: innate boy skill (10%)

Evaluation: The waste that cannot be carved from decaying wood, the dead person whose life is not long in coming!

Looking at the contents of the human skin paper, Mo Xuan was stunned for a moment.

"I have a system?"

"But this assessment ... Are you scolding me? "