Familiar but unfamiliar faces kept flashing in front of Song Baiyu, but they were like flashes of light and could not catch any of them. Then a large number of inexplicable memories began to churn in his mind, as if a handful of fairy swords and talismans had impacted the memories in his mind. He subconsciously stood up.

His body moved a little, and his whole body seemed to be hanging. The heart-wrenching feeling made Song Baiyu unable to help but take a breath.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Song Baiyu felt a dizzy turn, closed his eyes gently and calmed down. He felt that dizziness gradually faded, and then he carefully opened his eyes again. What's wrong with him? As soon as this thought came, fragmented memories came one by one like a tide. Song Baiyu suddenly remembered a lot of things in his head. Maybe it shouldn't be said to be remembered, but these memories should have existed in his head.

The memories in his mind were messy. Sometimes they were cultivators who were determined to seek the way of heaven, and sometimes they were playboys who loved flowers and plants. Two completely different memories were intertwined in his mind, making Song Baiyu himself confused. Who was he?

"Bai Yu, are you awake?" Zhang Pengfei, who had been waiting by the hospital bed, asked with concern when he saw Song Baiyu's eyelashes tremble.

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong with me?" Song Baiyu was only stunned for a moment and blurted out a word.

"The doctor said that you are too weak, you are overworked and suddenly suffer from cold, so you are in a coma for two days. Are you feeling better now?" After sending Song Baiyu to the hospital, Zhang Pengfei kept waiting with Song Baiyu. Even the police station took leave and stayed up for two nights. At this time, his eyes were facing a big black circle.

"It's much better, thank you Brother Zhang for your care." Seeing the blood in Zhang Pengfei's eyes clearly, Song Baiyu replied gratefully.

Although Song Baiyu did not open his eyes in the past two days, he was no longer aware of what was happening around him. He knew that for some inexplicable reasons, he had traveled from his original cultivation to the present world, and he also completely integrated the memory of the body master in this world, and his personality was also influenced by the body master.

"Bai Yu, why are you so flirting with me like this? If you hadn't supported me with 100,000 yuan at a critical moment, would I have today?" Seeing that Song Baiyu thanked him, Zhang Pengfei was unhappy, and he said with a dark face.

Zhang Pengfei is from a rural northern countryside. He went to Jinyang City to get a policeman after passing the civil service. He had a girlfriend in Jinyang City five years ago. Seeing that her girlfriend was about to have a baby, Zhang Pengfei's father-in-law and mother-in-law claimed that if Zhang Pengfei could not buy a house in Jinyang City, the two of them would never get married. Because of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, Zhang Pengfei and his girlfriend were in a miserable state. After Song Baiyu learned about this, he took out 100,000 yuan to lend it to Zhang Pengfei without saying a word, and finally asked Zhang Pengfei to make up the down payment to buy a house in Jinyang City. Because of this, Zhang Pengfei, who was not very familiar with Song Baiyu, immediately regarded Song Baiyu as his rebirth parent.

Song Baiyu smiled when he heard this, and did not continue the topic, but fell into deep thought.

Song Baiyu discovered that the original owner of his body actually had the same name as him and liked to play with flowers and plants. Isn’t he the best at planting flowers and plants in the cultivation world? Is it because of this reason that his soul possessed this body?

"Brother Zhang, I'm fine, you go back and rest too, otherwise your sister-in-law will blame me." When Song Baiyu came to his senses, he found that Zhang Pengfei was holding a steaming towel to wipe his face. Seeing Zhang Pengfei's face full of fatigue, Song Baiyu said with emotion.

"Well, I'll peel an apple for you and go back." Zhang Pengfei was really tired. Seeing that Song Baiyu was fine, he smiled and said, "You, your body is so weak. You should apply for a **** card, otherwise there will be problems sooner or later."

While speaking, Zhang Pengfei had already peeled an apple and handed it to Song Baiyu.

Smelling the fragrance of the apples, Song Baiyu realized that he was very hungry and didn't care about speaking, but started chewing on his mouth.

"I'll ask your sister-in-law to bring you some skinny eggs and lean meat porridge later. I've been hungry for two days and I've lost a lot of weight." Seeing Song Baiyu's voracious look, Zhang Pengfei said with heartache.

"Well, thank you, Brother Zhang, my sister-in-law's method of making porridge is amazing." Hearing Zhang Pengfei's words, Song Baiyu's stomach rang twice, and embarrassing laughter suddenly sounded in the ward.

After receiving a few more precautions, Zhang Pengfei left the hospital with confidence.

"Waste." After Zhang Pengfei left the ward, Song Baiyu carefully checked his body. His face became ugly. He found that the breath of life in his new body seemed like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. He had never felt such weakness.

Scenes of the past came to my mind.

Song Baiyu clearly remembers that he is a cultivator who is famous for his alchemy. Because of his special talent in herbs and alchemy, he has surpassed his ambitions in just over a decade, and no one in the sect can surpass his ability in alchemy.

When I was practicing in the secular world, I tasted hundreds of herbs and prepared countless kinds of elixirs. Not only did I win the reputation of the "saint hand" in the secular world, but I also refined countless elixirs that made the cultivators crazy, thus establishing the lofty status of my sect in the cultivation world. I even called the wind and rain, and no cultivator dared to disobey his wishes.

Every day, I use various rare medicinal materials to temper my muscles and bones, and take the magic pills that cultivators dream of. With the help of many cultivators who are seeking themselves, I can be said to be the youngest cultivator in the history of cultivating. This time, I wanted to use my latest elixir to overcome the nine levels of thunder tribulation in one fell swoop, and thus enter the Mahayana realm. I never thought that because I have been too dependent on pills for a long time, the intensity of the tempering of ** and the state of mind is not stable enough, and the soul is dispersed, and the last trace of soul possessed itself to this body.

As she thought about it, Song Baiyu felt a sense of fatigue and sleepiness. This body was too weak. Any ordinary person in the cultivation world was ten times stronger than this body. Song Baiyu always treated ordinary people in the cultivation world as waste.

After understanding his physical condition, Song Baiyu sighed. His body was so weak that it seemed that he should really take good care of himself. Thinking of his experiences and insights in the cultivation world, Song Baiyu's mouth looked like a beautiful curve and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter completed!