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[Important things must be said three times: the author is a military novice, a military novice, a military novice! ]
[Any similarities in the plot are purely coincidental (because this is a fanfiction!)]
"Ten thousand years, damn it, I've been in this place for ten thousand years?!"
Shuo Yu looked at the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder above his head and swallowed his saliva. He saw that each of the thunders was thicker than him. Today, either he would be blown into pieces by these thunders, or he would step on these thunders to ascend to become an immortal!
In her previous life, she was a female office worker who worked 996 hours a day (yes, she was a female in her previous life). She died suddenly from overtime work, and her soul traveled to this world of cultivation, and she turned from a she into a he.
So, a small farm boy appeared at the foot of a mountain in a small sect called "Piao Miao Sect" in the world of cultivation. By chance, he unexpectedly got the opportunity to cultivate and became an ordinary inner disciple of Piao Miao Sect. He was given a new name, Shuo Yu.
Ten thousand years later, he became the only remaining disciple of Piao Miao Sect.
The place he was staying at now was the place he had found for himself to pass away. He had originally thought that he was going to die, so he found himself this piece of Feng Shui treasure land, intending to wait for death. However, after one year, two years, ten years, thirty years... he had waited until grass had grown all over his body, and he found that he seemed to be able to live.
But on a sunny morning, with a clear breeze and a gentle breeze, he initially felt that the thing that had been holding him captive had suddenly dissipated. Before he could even breathe a sigh of celebration, a bolt of Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder descended from the sky, smashing the cabin he had built brick by brick into pieces. He stood in the center of the cabin, blinking blankly and puffing out a puff of black smoke.
He looked up at the lightning snakes surging in the sky and winked at him playfully, as if saying, Brother, do you miss me?
"Um, can someone explain to me what's going on here?!"
Shuo Yu felt something in his heart, knowing that this thunder tribulation was coming specifically for him. He was confused, and there was no way to hide, because probably, perhaps, no matter where he hid, this thunder tribulation would follow him, because this thunder tribulation came just for him, so he could only endure it, and then he was struck by sparks and lightning one after another, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a fragrant aroma.
It smells like pure natural, green, pollution-free, and zero-additive high-end ingredients. You can chop it up and serve it on the table in the next second.
He smelled the aroma emanating from his body and secretly licked it. Well, luckily he didn't turn into a real roast chicken.
Shuo Yu adhered to the experience that what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger, and that I should lie down where I fell, so he simply lay on the ground in a big letter shape, allowing the lightning to strike him, and while he had time to talk to himself, wondering when this thing would pass.
"So as long as I survive this thunder tribulation, I can really become an immortal? Isn't this actually a lie?"
"If he can really become an immortal, then he must have been tricked out by some idiot old man to amuse children."
While Shuo Yu was thinking about his master, senior brothers, sisters, fellow disciples who were buried somewhere unknown, he was also thinking that there really were immortals in the world. Isn't this too unscientific?
He started rummaging through his body and finally took out the gourd that contained the Ten-fold Tonic Pill that he had spent ten thousand years to refine. There was only one like it in the world, and it was decided that it was you!
He took one last look at his "masterpiece" and ate it with his eyes closed. He almost choked to death with this bite. He pounded his chest hard before swallowing it, swallowing his saliva. He had originally wanted to make it taste like instant noodles, but failed. Instead, he made it taste like instant noodles, which was very choking!
When he finally swallowed it, a very sticky liquid flowed down his throat, reaching his internal organs and meridians, slowly repairing his half-broken body that was injured by the lightning. After a sudden shock, he actually shook his body and stood up on the spot, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
"No matter what, I am the first immortal in this world who is about to ascend to heaven. So let the wind, thunder and rainstorm come even more violently!"
Shuoyu stood up, facing the purple thunder that kept flashing in the sky, and acted out his childhood memories. He pointed his finger at the sky and shouted "I am Xirui!", and then he really got what he wanted.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a pile of dead bodies, surrounded by rotten and smelly corpses. He even saw a guy with his eyeballs falling out and rolling towards him. The guy closest to him had half of his face exposed with white bones. Just one look at it would give him nightmares for days.
Only his eyes could move. When he saw where he was, he quickly closed his eyes again.
At this time, an old man came over and slapped his face with the strength that could bring the dead back to life. He slapped and talked, his mouth full of Xi'an noodles.
"Baby, baby, wake up, I just saw you open your eyes!"
Hao Xichuan, a military doctor from Shaanxi, originally went to the battlefield to find his son, but was confusedly dressed in military uniforms and became a military doctor. Even he himself did not understand what was going on, and was taken by the defeated soldiers all the way to this small town in Zenda, the southwestern border.
But he still adhered to the duty of a doctor, curing illnesses and saving lives, even though he had never saved a single life. It was precisely because of this that a group of veteran soldiers at the defeated soldiers' station called him a "veterinarian", but he was really just a doctor who saved lives.
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