On a freezing snowy night in the twelfth lunar month, I woke up with black beams and old newspaper windows. The original owner's parents died and I took over this body. Two memories were mixed together in my mind. Ten years of hard work in Shennongjia to practice the Unknown Art was stuck at the top of the first level. Before his death, the master stuffed the medical notes and exercises into a wooden box and urged me to go down the mountain to study. I sat on the peeling bed board and felt for a few thread-bound books in my arms. It's cold in this yard, I'll warm myself up first.
