Start Practicing Martial Arts After a Car Accident

Wang Zhong has always felt that he is the kind of person who is thrown into a crowd and forgotten in the blink of an eye. He has squinted eyes, an average nose bridge, a small mole next to the nose, and a perennial light red color on his cheeks - not ugly, and definitely not good-looking. His grades were average, his family background was average, and even the "martial arts dream" hidden deep in his heart was so ordinary that he was embarrassed to mention it to others. Until that day, the screeching brakes tore apart the body. When he opened his eyes again, he was not lying on a hospital bed, but standing in the middle of a quiet circle. A osmanthus tree is as tall as a canopy, its branches covered with fine golden millet. The rays of light fall from the sky, all gathered here, wrapped in the fragrance of flowers all over the trees. A thin layer of water vapor rises from the ground, and the mist floats around the tree roots. Through the sunlight, a soft and almost unreal halo appears. He didn't know where this place was. All he knew was that from that day on, many things were different. Every breath in the dream can take away the wounds on the body; every move under the laurel tree can produce real strength. What others might have practiced for a year might only take him an all-nighter in this mist and osmanthus. But dreams are not free. Every time you enter, you have to pay a price; every time you become stronger, it is accompanied by a deeper fog - where does this place come from? Was the car accident really an accident? Who is that laurel tree waiting for? Wang Zhong stood on the round ground surrounded by fallen flowers, and looked up at the glow that did not belong to reality. He clenched his fists. "I am determined to take this path of martial arts."