Three on Seventeen [Douluo Dalu]

"Hu~" "Hu~" "Hu~"

Han Yi was breathing hard, his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it was very difficult to open a crack.

My limbs were sore and weak, but my body felt like it was in a furnace.Han Yi knew that he had a fever.

A gust of wind blew, and the biting cold wind blew on his body, which was not wearing much clothes, making Han Yi shiver and tremble.

Why is it so cold? Isn't it spring?

The only thing that could bring a touch of warmth to Han Yi was the left arm.Through his arms, Han Yi also felt the slow and powerful heartbeat.

He seemed to be being held in someone's arms.But is it possible that he, a 1.8-meter tall man, could be held in someone's arms?

"Elder."

In a daze, Han Yi heard a respectful voice coming from afar.

"Ah."

Above Han Yi's head, a majestic and old voice sounded, but after just saying this, there was no sound again.

If he hadn't heard that 'um' and could feel his heartbeat on his arm, he would never have known that there was someone beside him and that he was so close to him.

There was no breathing, no footsteps, just like a ghost.

Who is holding him?

Han Yi opened a crack with difficulty, and could only see a strand of snow-white beard from bottom to top. Then he could no longer resist the onset of sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Yi felt vaguely like someone was feeding water into his mouth. Han Yi, who was very thirsty, couldn't wait to swallow it like nectar after a long drought.What followed was a strong and bitter taste of Chinese medicine, which made him cough violently and open his eyes.

"Wake up, elder, he's awake." Standing on the side was a boy with very delicate features, wearing a blue ancient-style jacket, with long black hair tied up high.Seeing Han Yi wake up, the boy's eyes lit up, he raised his head and said happily in one direction.

"Well, mistress, you feed him and finish the medicine first."

This voice was the old man's voice he heard before.

Drink medicine?Is it still the traditional Chinese medicine?

I don’t want to take traditional Chinese medicine, can I stop taking it?

Han Yi wanted to speak, but all he could say was "Ah, ah, ah..." in a childish voice.

How is this going?

The taste of traditional Chinese medicine spread in his mouth again. The bitter Han Yi wrinkled his young and cute face, and his eyes were full of tears, which were all protests against taking the medicine.

After the child finally finished feeding the bowl of medicine, Han Yi felt that his life had been sublimated.

The medicine is hard to drink, but... this feeling of being taken care of is really good.

"Let me take a look." The old man also had long hair and was wearing a large retro robe. He walked to the bed and sat down. He stretched out a hand to explore Han Yi's forehead, and then put it on his wrist. , frowning deeply, not knowing what he was thinking.Finally, the old man took his hand back, looked at Han Yi, and could only shake his head helplessly.

"Elder, is he okay?" The boy standing nearby asked, looking at the old man called 'Elder' and then at him.

"It's okay. The fever has gone away. You can be cured by drinking two more doses of medicine." The elder stood up and then said to the boy: "Xiao San, you will be responsible for taking care of him."

"Okay." The boy in blue with long hair nodded in agreement, "Elder, will he also be my junior brother in the future? What is his name?"

The old man took two steps and paused when he heard what the boy named Xiao San said. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Yes, he will also be your junior brother from now on. According to the order, he should be ranked seventeenth, so he will be called seventeen from now on."

"Seventeen." Upon hearing the name, the boy's eyes lit up.Then he bowed in the direction of the old man: "Best regards, elder."

After the old man left, Xiaosan stepped forward and closed the door to prevent the cold wind from entering the house and freezing Shiqi, who finally got better.

"Seventeen." Xiaosan came to Han Yi again and pulled the quilt. He looked very happy, "I will take good care of you in the future, Seventeen."

Spring has passed and autumn has come, and several hot and cold seasons have passed.

Han Yi, maybe he should be called Shi Qi now.

Seven years have passed since he woke up from a serious illness, and this body is also eight years old.The day he woke up, Shi Qi looked at his little chubby little paws and knew one thing for sure - he had traveled through time.

He traveled back to ancient times thousands of years ago.

Han Yi didn't know the reason for time travel. Although he rarely read any novels, he still knew about time travel. Jumping from a building, car accident, terminal illness, electric shock, there were always various reasons for time travel.

But Han Yi remembered clearly that he returned to the rental house after a busy day's work, lay down and fell asleep.If the house is not hot enough, it will not cause a fire. If there is only an induction cooker in the house that has been used for several years, it will not cause a gas explosion. The charging socket is far away from the bed and there is no possibility of electric shock.

After Han Yi's repeated guesses, he finally came to the conclusion that he might have died from overwork.

Han Yi came out of an orphanage and relied on his own hard work for everything. He would often rush to another scene after his original job was over. He could only sleep about four hours a day, so death from overwork was not impossible.

He had no worries in that world, and he basically gave all his money to the director of the orphanage, and he didn't have much money in the bank. Overall, it wasn't a loss, but it was a pity that he had done both. I haven't received my salary for nearly a month.

Coming to this world is actually a good thing, at least you no longer have to be kidnapped by those rules and opinions of the world.

It was obvious that he got into college through his own hard work and earned tuition through part-time jobs and part-time jobs. But in the end, because of the public opinion on the Internet, he, an 'achieved' college student, could only keep watching the vampire dean. He sucked blood like crazy, and people on the Internet also unanimously supported the dean who "worked so hard for him to study" to denounce him. In the end, his great future was lost, and he still had to "feed back" to the dean every month.

Now everything is in the past and he is free.

That's good, really good.

The living environment in ancient times was indeed not as convenient as modern times. There were no computers or mobile phones, but these were not a problem for Han Yi. He rarely used these electronic products, not to mention that life in ancient times was not that boring.

This is the middle of Shu, and the place where he is now is the famous Jianghu sect in Shu - Tangmen.

Han Yi, now known as Shi Qi, was an outer disciple of the Tang Sect. He was given the surname Tang and was named Tang Shi Qi.

"Seventeen." A voice came from far away, and a handsome young man with a neat long ponytail came up to Seventeen, "Are you lazy again?"

Probably because I was busy for too long in my previous life, my seventeen thoughts in this life have been sublimated, I have realized the meaning of life, and I have learned the art of laziness without a teacher.

"No, mistress, you are slandering me." Shi Qi straightened his back immediately, refusing to admit the fact that he was lazy, "I just think the effect of practicing here is good."

Tang San smiled, raised his hand and flicked Shi Qi's forehead, "I told you to call me Third Brother."

Tang San was 11 years older than Shi Qi. Tang San had taken care of Shi Qi since he was a child, acting as both a father and a brother.

Tang San was also an orphan. Like Shiqiu, he was picked up by the outer sect elder Tang Lan when he was young. Unlike the outer sect, which generally had disciples in their teens and twenties, although the two of them were different in age, Tang San was also an orphan. It's relatively big, but it ranks high among its peers.

Seventeen: "..." Strictly speaking, you should call me brother!

He was already twenty-five years old before he came to this world, and Tang San was only nineteen now.But how can I tell Tang San about my age in my previous life?Is it possible for him to believe in such a fantasy thing as time travel?

"Huh?" Tang San squatted down in front of Shi Qi, his black eyes looking at Shi Qi with a deep smile and expectation.

Because of Tang San's young age, no one had ever called him brother despite his high ranking.The ones with lower rankings were generally older than him, and most people called him San Shao. The two senior brothers called him Xiao San, while the inner disciples and other elders called him Tang San.

...Forget it, for the sake of taking care of me since I was a child, just scream.

Shiqi Nuonuo called him softly: "Third brother."

Tang San was startled, and his joy was beyond words, "Seventeen, call again."

"Just shout out and it will be all right." Shiqi turned his head, "Xiao San, you know what kind of psychological construction I have to do to shout out 'San Ge'!" !

"Okay, it's all up to you." Tang San touched Shi Qi's head and sat down next to him, "Did your cultivation go well?"

As outer sect disciples, they have no way to access the inner sect's profound mental methods. They only have some basic entry-level mental methods for outer sect disciples to practice.Of course, the same is true for the Tang Sect's world-famous hidden weapons. The outer sect disciples will never have as much exposure to them as the inner sect disciples, and there will never be any possibility of going further.

"I'm sorry, Third Brother." Shi Qi shook his head at Tang San with some regret, "I disappoint you, I still...can't cultivate my inner strength."

Shi Qi was taught the outer sect's mental technique when he was six years old. Two years have passed and he still has no internal strength.

Every Chinese has the dream to fly over the walls and become a martial arts master. He is on the edge of this dream, but in the end he can only stop there.

When cultivating internal power for half a year still had no results, Tang San went to the outer sect elders who rescued him for him, and finally learned that his meridians were naturally weaker than ordinary people, and the Dantian, which is the most important for martial arts practitioners, could not store internal power. He was born a martial arts waste.Moreover, since Shiqi's body has been suffering from mental illness since birth, it is impossible to practice stronger external skills.

If Shiqi hadn't shown his talents in making hidden weapons and mechanisms, he would have been reduced to a handyman or expelled from the Tang Sect.

"There's no need to apologize to me." Tang San shook his head carelessly, "Seventeen, even if you can't practice martial arts in this life, I will protect you."

Hearing this, Shi Qi showed a sweet smile to Tang San, "Okay."

He simply stopped sitting and lay down on the ground. He raised his chubby hands that were still a little fat and said suddenly: "Actually, I can also protect myself."

Think about it, how could he, a modern man, make hidden weapons?In fact, all of these come from a memory that suddenly appeared two years ago, the memory of a master named Lu Ban.Not only memory, but also experience in mechanisms and a pair of skillful hands.

Among them, the one that Shiqi liked the most was the mechanical arm in Master Luban's memory. The six mechanical arms could help him do many things, such as making hidden weapons, one of the jobs of the outer disciples.Every outer sect disciple needs to make a certain number of hidden weapons every month. With the help of the mechanical arm, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

But Shi Qi also knew that at his current age, if he came up with something like this, it would definitely shock the world, so he put down the plan. He was still a child, why should he find something to do for himself?