Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 1 1. I came back from the world of cultivating immortals!

   On the Yinyue Peak in the back mountain.

  Thunderclouds gather, and there are bursts of prestige.

   Cangxuanjie asked Song Tan, the spiritual cultivator of the water and wood dual spiritual roots of Tianzong, who had planted spiritual plants in the back mountain for a hundred years, and finally waited for the opportunity to break through!

   It's just that I didn't expect the thunder calamity to be so violent when forming the alchemy. The body was shattered by the thunder calamity, and even the soul was torn apart.

  In the haze, Song Tan saw countless familiar and unfamiliar scenes before his body died and Dao disappeared——

   More than a dozen cars turned sideways and turned into a pile.

   Collision, pain, cry.

  The overturned car, the oil gradually winding out from the bridge surface.

  Surrounded by people anxiously tapping on the car windows, her eyes were covered in blood, and she couldn't move or speak.

   "Hello, 120? Ninghai Bridge serial car accident..."

"boom!"

   "Take the driver out first, if you still have some energy—"

   "The girl's leg is stuck... Somebody help—"

   "Hurry up, hurry up, there is an oil leak, be careful it will explode—"

  Song Tan looked at all this blankly, and didn't react at all for a while. Is this... a demon?

   But the strange thing is that there is a girl in the car, who is firmly involved in her mind.

   However, the opponent's head was bleeding, and he had slowly closed his eyes, breathing weakly. Song Tan could already see that the aura on her body had dissipated—the soul was about to dissipate.

  The next moment, Song Tan only felt that he was being pulled by something, and then his scattered soul sank suddenly.

   In the groggy state, a girl with snow-white skin and black pupils looked at her with joy and comfort in her eyes: "You are back."

What's the meaning?

  Song Tan just wanted to ask, but saw her soul aura suddenly rushed towards her shattered soul, and then fused together tightly.

Past and Present…

   She remembered!

  This is not a demon!

   Instead, he came back by himself! Return from the cultivation world to the moment when I was about to die in modern times!

   This is my previous life! She was originally Song Tan, who died in a car accident, and then lost her memory and came to Cangxuan Realm. From a girl in a mountain village, she practiced desperately, and then entered Wentianzong.

   Then, for more than a hundred years, he continued to practice, just to be able to break through and protect himself in the crisis-ridden world of cultivating immortals...

  She is Song Tan!

  …

  However, the impact on the front was too severe, and the body felt unbearable pain. In her previous life, she died in this car accident...

   No, no!

  Song Tan struggled to mobilize the lack of aura around him, trying to mend his body.

  The thin aura worked hard to circulate in the body, struggling to repair the damaged internal organs and body.

  When she tried her best to open her blood-smeared eyes, in front of her was a handsome but veined face that belonged only to a man.

  It was too close, Song Tan could see his dark brown eyes and extra thick eyelashes.

  The other party gritted his teeth, but still struggled to make a sound:

   "Don't be afraid! I'm pulling you out now—"

   Someone shouted hoarsely behind him: "Go, go, it's on fire, it's on fire—"

"hold onto!"

  The man hugging her gave a low voice, the sweat on his forehead and cheeks slipped down his chin and dripped on Song Tan's face.

  The body was pulled forward more and more forcefully, all limbs and bones felt pain, and even the soul seemed to be pulled tightly, tightly fused with this body.

next moment!

"exploded-"

  The screams around me became more and more frightening!

"boom!"

  The heavy body was thrown out heavily, she trembled all over, and she had already lost consciousness at this moment.

  …

   When he woke up again, three heads poked out from the side of the bed, the head of which was an elderly uncle with short hair but kind eyes:

   "How does this patient feel now?"

  Song Tan's eyes fell on the sign on his chest—

  A vivid headshot

  The First People's Hospital of Ningxia Province

   Attending Physician: Zhang Yuan

  She stared blankly at the sign, and the familiar memories kept flowing in her mind. At this moment, she was both Song Tan, a cultivator, and Song Tan, an ordinary person.

   Soul fusion, past life and present life, after more than a hundred years, she finally came back.

  The smell of disinfectant water from the hospital filled all directions, and the aura was so lacking that it was like a gossamer. With a thought, she meditated on the method of cultivating the heart, and after running for a long time, two wisps of aura came slowly.

  Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief—it's good to be able to practice.

  If you can practice, you can protect yourself. Among other things, you have been planting spiritual plants for more than 100 years, and it is no problem to support yourself.

  Looking at the doctor who was waiting for her to answer, Song Tan opened his mouth and said a little strangely:

   "It's still... okay."

  The intern on the left handed over the medical records obediently, and the attending doctor waved his arms and wrote the heavenly scriptures, while smiling very friendly:

   "Our inspection results are also very good, girl, you are lucky! A serial car accident, your head was broken, and you may have a slight concussion, but everything else is fine."

   "After a day or two of observation, I can be discharged from the hospital."

   "However, the scene was too chaotic, the phone in your clothes could not be turned on, and your injury is not serious, so we haven't notified the family yet."

  Dependents…

  Three identical simple and honest faces flashed through Song Tan's mind.

  She touched her head subconsciously, recalled the scene of the car accident in a trance, and asked quickly:

   "I remember that at that time, a gentleman saved me. How is he... how?"

  In her previous life, she lost consciousness at the moment of the car accident, and she didn't know if anyone had tried so hard to save her.

   And now…

  The attending doctor hesitated for a while: "A total of 18 patients were diverted to our hospital half an hour ago. I heard from the fire department that you were dragged out of the car by a young man, right?"

  Song Tan nodded.

  The doctor hesitated for a moment: "He...is not life-threatening, he is from another place, and was taken to a higher-level hospital by his family just now."

   Song Tan felt relieved.

   "Then do you have any contact information for him or his family? I want to thank you in person."

  The grace of saving lives is the 23-year-old Song Tan, who has also cultivated for an unknown number of years.

  Even in the Cangxuan Realm, this is a great kindness, and one needs to repay it with all one's strength.

  The doctor shook his head: "That gentleman saved several people at that time, but his family members only said no thanks when they arrived, so they are unwilling to disclose any contact information."

   "Which hospital did you go to?"

   "I went to the First People's Hospital of the Imperial Capital."

  Song Tan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

  She thought—right now, she hasn't fully adapted to this place, and wait until she gathers her spiritual energy to practice again, and then she will directly make a hexagram and calculate the location of her benefactor.

  …

  The doctors left in a hurry. Song Tan found it difficult to accept the turbid air, and the lack of aura around him obviously wasn't a good place for cultivation.

   Subconsciously, she fumbled for the pillow, which was empty.

   Then he suddenly remembered something, stretched out his hand and opened the drawer beside the bed, and found a mobile phone with a broken screen.

  Most of the screen was broken, and it was left in a drawer overnight. I don't know if it was slowed down or what, anyway, Song Tan managed to turn it on after groping.

  She opened the interface, and found that the red 99+ message prompt in the upper right corner of the green app was particularly eye-catching.

   There is also a blue one, which is also making a terrible nailing sound.

   It made her resist instantly.

  The sixth sense of practitioners can help them avoid many bad things, Song Tan thought:

   This news must be bad! It's better not to look at it!

   The top priority, she should play with her mobile phone again. I haven't seen her for more than 100 years, so I can't wait.

  So she slipped her finger and accidentally opened an APP that resembled a musical note symbol.

   "Tremolo, start a better life!"

  Song Tan: …

  It’s all open, I just take a look...

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  (end of this chapter)