Travel through the heavens

As soon as Fang Muye regained consciousness, he smelled a pungent smell of medicine coming from his body. He opened his eyes and saw that several parts of his body were bandaged.

But Fang Muye knew that his body was not damaged at all. He thought that he must have replaced the original owner, which was why he was in his current state.

Fang Muye sat up and looked around.

This was a slightly simple room, without much furniture. The only bed and a set of tables and chairs looked a bit old.

“I don’t know what world this is.”

As soon as this thought came to Fang Muye's mind, he heard cheerful footsteps getting closer and closer outside the house. Then the door was gently opened and a young man walked in quietly.

The boy wore a red single-piece shirt with his chest wide open. Unfortunately, what was exposed was not his alluring breasts, but his muscular body. His face was unusually handsome, and he looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. His eyes were sparkling, and he was more beautiful than any ordinary girl. At first glance, he was a perfect combination of masculinity and femininity.

The boy seemed cautious at first, but when he saw Fang Muye sitting there, he immediately shouted with joy: "Ah, you're awake."

Fang Muye looked at the boy who ran up to him excitedly and asked gently, "Where is this? Who are you?"

The young man responded: "This is Lei Family Castle, my name is Lei Wujie."

Fang Muye murmured, "Lei Family Fort of Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall? Lei Wujie?"

"Yes, the Lei Family Fort of Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, Lei Wujie!" The young man Lei Wujie repeated.

He spoke in a loud and sonorous voice, his tone revealing a sense of confidence, even arrogance, as if Jiangnan Pili Hall was the most powerful place in the world, and he was the most powerful person in the world.

Fang Muye smiled. He already knew where in the world he was.

"Song of Youth".

This is a very interesting world, full of young people's vigor and enthusiasm, and Lei Wujie in front of him is one of the protagonists of this world. Since he is still in Leijiabao, it is clear that the plot has not yet begun.

Although he had already guessed it in his mind, Fang Muye still asked, "Why am I here?"

Lei Wujie said: "I found you in the back mountain a few days ago. You were covered in wounds and unconscious, so I brought you back. By the way, how do you feel now?"

Fang Muye smiled and said, "Much better. Thank you for saving me."

Lei Wujie scratched his head shyly and laughed, saying, "It is said that a great favor should not be thanked, and how can a man in the martial arts world stand by and watch someone die without helping? This is what I should do, so you don't have to be so polite."

His master had taught him these words when he was very young, and this was the first time he had the opportunity to use them.

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something and shouted, "Wait a moment, I'll go call my master to take a look at your injuries." After that, he ran out.

Should I call Lei Hong over? This world's top expert, half a sword immortal, I wonder if he recognizes his current identity?

Fang Muye's heart moved, and he secretly circulated his true energy. His face gradually turned paler, and even his pulse became much weaker. From the inside out, he looked like a person who had just recovered from a serious illness.

Fang Muye walked to the table and sat down. After a while, Lei Wujie and Lei Hong walked in together.

Lei Hong was in his thirties, a little thin, wearing a plain gray robe. He had an ordinary appearance, a beard, and looked a little unkempt. He exuded a sense of decadence and looked extremely lonely, as if he had experienced all the vicissitudes of life.

Seeing Fang Muye sitting at the table, Lei Hong smiled faintly and said, "Little brother is awake."

Lei Wujie proudly introduced to Fang Muye: "This is my master Lei Hong."

Fang Muye stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Greetings, Master Lei."

Lei Hong said, "Little brother, you just woke up from a serious injury. No need to be polite. Come and sit down."

After saying that, Lei Hong walked up to Fang Muye, held Fang Muye's shoulders and sat down together. Then he took Fang Muye's wrist and put his fingers on his pulse. After a moment, he couldn't help but frowned.

Fang Muye noticed Lei Hong's expression and deliberately asked, "Master Lei, how are my injuries?"

Lei Hong retracted his finger, smiled, and said, "It's not a big deal anymore, but I'm still a little weak. I need to rest for a while, and I'll be able to fully recover."

Although his tone was gentle and calm, he was extremely surprised in his heart.

When this man was carried back by his stupid apprentice, he was obviously seriously injured and dying, hanging on by only a thin thread of life. It could be said that he had one foot in the gate of hell. Unexpectedly, he came back to life and recovered so quickly. It was simply incredible.

Fang Muye bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Lei."

Lei Hong laughed and said, "You are too polite, little brother. I don't know what to call you, little brother?"

"My name is Fang Muye."

"Fang Muye?" Lei Hong thought about it and felt that he had never heard of this name in the world. Maybe it was a fake name.

He asked, "May I ask who injured Brother Fang? What deep hatred does that person have against Brother Fang that would cause him to be so cruel?"

Fang Muye said in a deep voice: "The man was wearing a mask and disguised himself that day, and I didn't recognize his identity." This was naturally a fabricated excuse.

Lei Hong's eyes moved, and he said with some meaning: "Our Lei Family Castle still has some reputation in the martial arts world. Brother Fang, just rest and recover here. If you need anything, just talk to Wu Jie. I won't disturb Brother Fang's rest."

After saying that, he stood up and said to Lei Wujie, "Wujie, go get the medicine from me and replace it for Brother Fang."

Lei Wujie responded, "Okay, Master," and left with Lei Hong.

About an incense stick of time later, Lei Wujie came back with a tray containing medicine, fine cloth for bandaging, and a set of clothes.

"Brother Fang, it's time to change the medicine."

Fang Muye smiled and said, "Wujie, just leave it there, I'll change it myself later." He had no injuries on his body, and if he asked Lei Wujie to change the bandage on him, it would be exposed.

Lei Wujie didn't think much about it and said, "Okay, this set of clothes is for Brother Fang to change. I don't know if it will fit. If it doesn't fit, Brother Fang, please tell me."

Fang Muye said: "Okay, thank you Wujie."

Lei Wujie laughed: "Brother Fang, you're welcome." He rubbed his hands and said, "Then Brother Fang, you should take a rest first." After that, he turned and left.

Fang Muye "treated" his wound, changed his clothes, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice.

The military power in this world is quite high, so it is better to improve your own skills as soon as possible.