Taoist companions help me live forever

Book Title: Cultivating Immortality and Immortality from Self-realization of Innate Magic Power

Author: Stupid Too Sweet

Introduction: In the 115th year of Tianqi, the spiritual tide of Daxia revived, and the second century of immortals and demons came to the world.

In the prison of the county government in Heishan County, the time traveler Zhao Xi did not wait for the redress of his wrongful imprisonment, but waited for the last meal before execution.

But he did not want to die, so he chose to gamble everything, open up his enlightenment, create his own innate magic power, and fight his way out.

From this day on, Zhao Xi's identity kept changing.

Death row prisoner in prison, wanted criminal, martial arts scum, court lackey, martial arts grandmaster, demon cult leader, martial arts legend, magic giant, immortal power...

He is the immortal, and he is also the demon.

But Zhao Xi still prefers everyone to call him Doctor Zhao.

"The world is sick, I have to cure it!"

"If you don't trust my medical skills, I also know some martial arts."

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(The following is an explanation and apology for the delay in the new book. There is a lot of nonsense, you can skip it.)

It is much later than the estimated time for the new book, and the extra chapter has become a promise without results. I apologize to everyone first.

But let me quibble a few words.

The experience of more than two months is more exciting than my previous two years.

After the old book was finished, I swear, I just lay down for about a week.

Just when I was about to start writing the extra chapter, my grandfather fell ill and couldn't get out of bed.

There was no young people at home to take care of him, and I was an unemployed vagrant with nothing to do.

So the responsibility of buying food, cooking and taking care of the elderly fell on me. In this case, I definitely didn't feel like writing any light-hearted extra chapter plots.

But in fact, I didn't take care of him for a long time, about another week.

That morning, it was raining a bit and the wind was strong. I rode my bike to the market. When I was going downhill, I didn't pay attention and my bike flipped over. I also flipped over.

Fortunately, I didn't break a bone, but I couldn't get out of bed for a while.

Now I have to be taken care of by someone.

Fortunately, my brother-in-law came and could take care of two people at the same time.

At the same time, my grandfather finally stopped being stubborn and went to the hospital obediently.

Another half a month passed.

While I was lying in bed, I wrote the beginning of the new book. This is my first draft.

The doctor said that my grandfather could be discharged temporarily, and the situation would be observed and prepared for surgery. At this time, my feet could walk slowly, and I happily rode my electric donkey to pick up people to handle the discharge.

It was morning again, and it was raining again, but the rain was not as heavy as that day.

I didn't fall, but my hand was twisted.

I didn't care at first, but until I was typing, my hand was still hurting and I couldn't use gravity. It was probably because my feet could be immobile, so I recovered quickly. But my hands were really restless, either on the keyboard or the mouse, either typing or playing games, so the recovery was very slow.

During this period, I was physically disabled but mentally strong, and I wrote two more beginnings, so there was a second version of the draft.

It is worth mentioning that my grandfather went back to hospital the day after he was discharged, and my brother-in-law, who had just returned home to rest, was called over again.

At first, when I went to the hospital, I was very reluctant, thinking that my end was coming and I wanted to rest at home. I couldn't persuade him no matter what, and I was too strong. I had an injury on my hand and couldn't drag him.

In the end, the pain was unbearable and I had no strength in my body. It took seven or eight hours. I called an ambulance in the afternoon, and it was another ordeal.

I finally couldn't stand it.

In this situation, I was in no mood to type at all.

To be honest, I was a left-behind child since I was a child, and my grandparents took care of me, so when they got old, I was willing to spend money and effort to take care of them.

But when they really got sick, I understood the saying that there is no filial son in front of a long-term sick bed.

I don’t know if all the old people in the world are the same. Once they get sick, they become suspicious, and they want to toss this and that, and they always want to arrange the funeral.

I was exhausted by the tossing, and now when I think about it, it is still gloomy, without a single bit of sunshine.

But the sky can’t always be dark.

There are already other people taking care of the elderly at home, and I just need to send money every month.

Now I rent a small house outside. Although the quality of life is not half of that at home, the quality of my spirit has greatly improved. Now I finally have the energy to write a new book.

In summary, I really didn’t slack off. (End of this chapter)