Super Cultivation System
Section 1: Formation of martial arts (1)
Lin Tian met his dream lover in his dream.
Their eyes were facing each other, with deep love. That beautiful face was getting closer and closer to him, within reach. Just when he was about to enter the forbidden scene, the lover in his dream gently moved his seductive red lips and said two words.
Sounds 'young master'.
The voice was dry and harsh, which frightened Lin Tian's right hand. The desire that surged in his heart seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water, extinguished and invisible. The face of the lover in his dream began to be in a trance, and an old face full of wrinkles came closer.
In front of him, he was calling something "affectionately".
"Yeah!"
Lin Tian turned pale with shock and sat up from the ground.[
He was frightened and woke up.
"Young Master, how are you?"
A voice rang in Lin Tian's ears, frightening his frightened heart again.
"Oh my God, has the nightmare become a reality?"
Lin Tian groaned in pain, suddenly stunned, and completely came back to his senses.
"No, I'm not playing games at home? Why are you here?"
Lin Tian remembered that when he was playing a game and doing tasks, he seemed to be too involved and knocked over a glass of water. Then he lost consciousness without knowing what happened.
He rubbed his slightly blurred eyes, raised his head and looked around.
The dark night shrouded his whole body, and a group of dark clouds covered the bright moon, so that the moonlight could not shine down at all. The surroundings were also pitch black, and the touch from underneath him told him that this was on the ground, not his soft face.
Simmons.
"Where is this?"
Lin Tian stood up in confusion. The strange environment around him made him feel a little nervous.
"Young Master, are you okay?"
There was that dry and unpleasant sound again. Lin Tian was sure that it was not a dream, but that it was right next to his ears. He lowered his head and saw an old man in black robes lying on the ground, his breathing inaudible and as thin as hanging.
Silk, as if she was going to die at any moment.
"This old face looks so familiar!"
This thought flashed through Lin Tian's mind the next moment he saw the old man, but then his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly squatted down, looked at the old man and said, "Old man, how are you? Do you want to call an ambulance?
"
Although he hasn't figured out the situation yet, he still understands the importance of life and death.
Seeing Lin Tian being so "energetic", the old man smiled with some relief. Although the smile looked scary, for some reason, Lin Tian felt a little warm in his heart.
Do I know this old man? Lin Tian asked himself.
"Young Master, you, just be fine. This old slave is dying and can no longer take care of the Young Master. Young Master, let's go and continue walking south. The farther you go, the better. Never go back." The old man said.
His tone was very weak, his voice was intermittent, and his thoughts seemed to be confused and he was talking nonsense.[
To Lin Tian, it sounded like this old man was talking nonsense.
"Is it mental illness? Why do you call me young master and say some words that people can't understand!"
Listening to the old man's words, Lin Tian was confused and couldn't understand what he was saying. Maybe the old man was a mental patient? Lin Tian stopped listening to what he said next and thought of calling the emergency call first.
But when he put his hand into his trouser pocket, he found nothing.
"I don't have my mobile phone with me? No, why should I wear such clothes!"
Only then did Lin Tian realize that he was wearing neither his pajamas nor ordinary clothes, but an ancient costume?
