At night, Gao Qiang began to feel dry mouth and tongue, and a heat inside his body was burning, but in a flash, he felt a biting cold current wandering inside his body, and the two completely opposite feelings were swaying and suppressing each other in his body.

The strong brain is hot, and it is like a hot oven, burning so hard that he doesn't know where he is and talks nonsense, but his body is cold and sweat keeps coming out of his skin.

He didn't know that he had a cold. In his previous life, he was a northerner and was common to the cold. He rarely caught a cold a few times a year. Occasionally, it was only after the house was too hot in winter and he went out to catch a cold when he went out to catch a cold.

But he is now possessed by a premature baby, and his body is the root of a southerner. Although he practices martial arts and strengthens his body later, he is not much stronger. When he first arrived in the north, he was not adapted to the climate here and was imprisoned in this stone chamber. He blew the cold wind for the middle of the night and caught a cold.

On the road, Gao Qiang carefully dealt with the two Hebi Weng Lu Zhanke, so he was not abused. Although the climate had changed, it was acceptable. As soon as he arrived here, the stone house itself was a small room on the first floor of the stone tower. It was used to be used to place Buddhist niches, etc. There were many small ventilation holes here, and the cold wind whizzed in from inside, and there was only straw on the ground, and nothing else was there.

In order to keep the cold at night, Gao Qiang piled all the straw on his body and put a thick layer on his butt. Unfortunately, the wind was strong and the ground was cold at night. He did not practice Wudang Jiuyang Technique, but at the entry-level level, so he caught a cold in the cold.

Gao Qiang started shouting in his dream: "Mom, mom..."

In a blur, he felt that one hand was holding him. He was the foundation left by martial arts practice. With his backhand, he accurately held the hand in the palm of his hand, shouting in his mouth: "Mom! Mom!"

At that time, people called Mom a little more, but now people called Mom. Gao Qiang was confused and called Mom for a while and started calling Mom! He talked nonsense, occasionally recited two introductory tips for Wudang Nine Yang Gong, and sometimes laughed and said nonsense like "I'm here in the Nine Yang Sutra".

His hand was still tightly grasping the hand of unknown who it was. In a coma, he felt that the other person's skin was delicate and smooth, like a woman's palm, but it seemed a little smaller, and he didn't care so much. He grabbed the hand, cried and shouted to ask for his mother...

Gao Qiang most of the time in this world, he regards himself as a person! But he subconsciously knows that it is difficult for him to define who he is. If he is Gao Qiang, it turns out that there is another Gao Qiang in that world. To be precise, he is just a Gao Qiang memory.

If he was said to be a child at the foot of Wudang Mountain, this child had already had cerebral palsy, and there was no difference between him and died.

So most of the time, Gao Qiang immersed himself in the world of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. Sometimes he was very inferior and confused. He was as inferior as if he learned about the future development of the whole book. He was just a guy wearing a cheater. If he hadn't relied on this, he would have probably never known where he died.

I don’t know what I am, what is the meaning of my existence in this world? I can help Yu Daiyan recover his body and martial arts 15 years ago, I can let Yin Liting and Ji Xiaofu get married, and I can also let Zhang Cuishan and his wife die without committing suicide.

But, after all, this is all someone else’s business. What is the meaning of your own existence? Is it just to learn advanced martial arts, then be a firefighter, and rush around to save people?

Gao Qiang couldn't understand these problems, so his choice was to practice martial arts, immerse himself in it, and avoid the pursuit of these problems. If he was in normal times, he was strong and restrained, rational and elegant. In front of the teacher, he was a good disciple, clever and well-behaved, and also the reputation of a prodigy. In the eyes of the three generations of Wudang disciples, he was righteous and loyal, and was a good brother!

But in the midst of illness, his brain was hit by waves of heat. These problems that were usually deeply imprisoned in the heart suddenly broke out, which made him cry, which made him feel deeply sad, and it made him feel confused and helpless and unable to find his direction.

At this time, one hand reached out, and the hand was tender and smooth, and it was held in the hand with high strength, and it would not relax again, like a drowning person grasping the straw rope in his life.

Gao Qiang shouted: "Mom! Mom!"

It’s all because a person’s mother is the last harbor and patron saint in his own mind. It is the warmest and safest place, and it is a corner that can be hidden so difficult and distressed.

I don’t know how long it took, but Gao Qiang just felt someone talking in his ear, and he could not understand the meaning, because he was already confused! In a coma, Gao Qiang felt a vague feeling that a few people came in and raised him, not knowing where he was, and felt a few turns and moved to another place.

During this period, a cold towel was placed on his head, and someone tried to wipe his body, but Gao Qiang never let go. He held the soft and tender hand tightly, insisted on not relaxing, and shouted at his mother in his mouth.

Sometimes he even shouted that he wanted thirst and water, so he felt a burst of nectar coming in from the corner of his mouth, suppressing the hot air between his chest and abdomen a little.

One night, Gao Qiang just survived like this. When he was feeling uncomfortable, he pulled his clothes and flipped his body around, but he still wanted to grab the hand that he regarded as being related to his "mother" and refused to relax.

In a trance, a little bit of consciousness recovered, and the sensations of various parts of the body surged like a tide. Gao Qiang blinked his eyes and finally opened it. He first saw that the roof was full of portraits of gods and Buddhas. After a moment of trance, he realized that he had not yet left the pagoda, because it seemed that there were Buddha pictures carved on each roof.

I felt that there was something very soft under my body, not straw, because it didn't have the soft and hard feeling of straw stems, and it seemed that my body had been raised a lot. Gao Qiang's eyes slightly slanted over, and saw a soft cotton quilt under my body, and a thin layer of quilt was covered with. The cotton quilt emitted a scent of sunlight, which smelled very nice.

"Woo, how could I sleep in the bed..." Gao Qiang was confused. He had noticed something when he caught a cold, but he didn't know what he fainted afterwards. At that time, he was waking up and dizzy and was confused. He forgot what he remembered at that time.

Looking around, there was no difference here from the original room. There was wind blowing, but there was no strong wind. I guess it was in the room on the leeward side.

I felt that something was holding on my hand was soft and very comfortable. Gao Qiang tried hard to raise his head. At first glance, he was holding on to one hand, small, white and greasy, with a green onion on top of the ten green fingers, and was covered with some dye, bright red, and the owner of this hand was lying there to sleep!
Chapter completed!