Descending from the Heavens: Comments on the Top Ten Myths of Martial Arts Chapter 149 The God who returns to the Novice Village to level up! The Fool and the Master of the Bathroom!
Chapter 149 The God who returns to the Novice Village to level up! The Fool and the Master of the Bathroom!
Outside the light curtain.
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According to legend, there is only such a person in heaven and earth.
He is not only an unparalleled swordsman, but also a talented man. Since he was born, no one can match the honor and favor he has received.
He is smart, handsome, healthy and strong, has a brilliant family background and a prominent reputation. He will be respected wherever he goes.
When he was four years old, he was already called a child prodigy.
He learned swordplay at the age of five, interpreted sword manuals at the age of six, and could read Tang poetry eloquently at the age of seven.
The swordsmanship that others haven't mastered after ten years of practice can be mastered in ten days.
He has never been defeated in his life.
This person is the sword god Xie Xiaofeng!
Everyone in the world knows that Xie Xiaofeng is such a person, but who can truly understand him?
However, it doesn’t matter whether someone understands him or not. Some people are not born to be understood, just like gods. Just because no one can understand God, he can be worshiped and respected by the world.
In the eyes of the world, Xie Xiaofeng is almost close to God.
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In this side of "The World of Heroes" and "The World of Bad People".
After these martial arts masters saw that Xie Xiaofeng was actually willing to give up the supreme reputation of the sword god, they all nodded and said with admiration on their faces: "Sure enough! If Xie Xiaofeng can become this [Sword God Myth], then that's it!"
It’s not unreasonable. At the very least, he has now given up the false reputation of being the third young master and the false reputation of the sword god.”
"Xie Xiaofeng's sword strike just now was simply terrifying!"
"That's right! The light of one sword is cold for thirty thousand miles, and the sky and the earth are sealed with one sword!"
"This kind of miraculous swordsmanship is simply extremely terrifying!"
"The power of a sword transforms into a seal! This kind of sword technique is simply unseen and unheard of!"
"Today, if this immortal hadn't taken action, I'm afraid we wouldn't have known that there was such a terrifying swordsmanship in the world!"
At this moment, after these martial arts masters saw Xie Xiaofeng giving up his false reputation, they all nodded and praised with emotion.
Xie Xiaofeng’s swordsmanship!
Undoubtedly, it is also the swordsmanship that shocks these martial arts masters the most!
After all, looking at the [Kendo Myths] in front of them, they have never seen anyone who can display the sword energy of [One Sword Light Cold Thirty Thousand Miles], and they have never seen anyone who can use this kind of sword.
Qi comes to seal the kendo of the Excalibur Villa.
There is no doubt that Xie Xiaofeng's kendo is such a mysterious and powerful kendo.
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At the entrance of a certain Hualiu alley.
When Xie Xiaofeng saw the content on the white light screen in front of him, he couldn't help but nodded and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that there are immortals who understand me so well in the world! This is indeed Xie Xiaofeng's
What an honor!"
That’s right!
Xie Xiaofeng never expected that there would be an immortal who recorded his first half of life, and also vividly reflected the misery and distress of his first half of life.
Confidant!
At this moment, in Xie Xiaofeng's mind, this unknown immortal is his confidant in this life!
It's a pity that when Xie Xiaofeng saw the rest of his life, he really knew that even if he transformed into this useless Aji, it would be of no use...
Because, in addition to his father Xie Wangsun, there is another person who is unwilling to let go of Xie Xiaofeng in the world, a vicious woman with a heart like a snake and a scorpion!
It is precisely because of this vicious woman that Xie Xiaofeng will never become a useless Aji.
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In a certain world.
A crimson moon is hanging high in the sky, casting down streaks of crimson moonlight, illuminating the entire earth.
At this moment, in a certain house, a visitor from another world also woke up from the time travel.
Deng Deng Deng!
Zhou Mingrui was so frightened by the sight in front of him that he took a few steps back. It seemed that the person in the full-length mirror was not himself, but a mummy.
How could a person with such serious wounds still be alive!
As if he couldn't believe it, he turned his head to the side again and checked the other side. Even if the distance was extended and the light was blurry, he could still see the penetrating wound and the presence of deep red blood.
"This..."
At this moment, Zhou Mingrui took a breath and tried to calm himself.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the left side of his chest, feeling his heart beating violently, rapidly and vigorously.
Then, he reached out and touched the exposed skin, and there was a warm flow under the slight coldness.
Recently, Zhou Mingrui squatted down and after verifying that his knees could still bend, he stood up again. At this moment, the expression on his face no longer looked so panicked.
"What's going on?"
After a while, Zhou Mingrui frowned and whispered, he planned to carefully check the wound on his head again.
However, after Zhou Mingrui took two steps forward, he suddenly stopped again, because the light of the blood moon outside the window was relatively dim and was not enough to support his "careful inspection" of this matter.
Gradually, a fragment of memory emerged.
In an instant, Zhou Mingrui quickly turned his head and looked at the wall lamp surrounded by gray pipes and metal grids on the wall next to the desk.
This is the current mainstream gas lamp with stable fireworks and excellent lighting effect.
Originally, given Klein Moretti's family situation, let alone gas lamps, even kerosene lamps should not be extravagant. The use of candles is a sign of identity and status.
However, four years ago, when he stayed up late studying and studying for the Hoy University entrance exam, his brother Benson believed that this was an important matter related to the future of the family, and he had to create good conditions for him even if he borrowed debt.
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This brief fragment of memory flashed past, and Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk. He reached out to open the pipe valve and turned the gas light switch.
Click, click, and the sound of ignition was heard continuously, but the light did not come as Zhou Mingrui expected.
Da da da!
He twisted a few more times, but the gas lamp was still dim.
"Well..."
Zhou Mingrui slowly withdrew his hand and pressed his left temple. He was squeezing out memory fragments to find the cause of the incident.
After a few seconds, Zhou Mingrui turned around, walked towards the door, and came to a mechanical device also embedded in the wall and connected by gray-white pipes.
This is a gas meter!
After taking a look at the slightly exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his trouser pocket.
The color of this coin is dark yellow, with a shimmering copper luster. The front side is engraved with the head of a man wearing a crown, and the word "1" is surrounded by wheat ears on the back.
Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency of the Loen Kingdom. It was called a copper penny. The actual purchasing power of 1 penny was roughly equivalent to three or four yuan before he traveled through time. The currency value of this coin is also 5 pence, half a penny and a quarter.
There are three types of pennies, but they are still not precise enough. In daily life, you still have to round them up from time to time to buy things.
After flipping the copper penny issued when King George III ascended the throne a few times with his fingertips, Zhou Mingrui twisted it and stuffed it into the vertically opened slender "mouth" of the gas meter.<
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Ding-ding-ding-ding!
As the penny fell to the bottom inside the meter, a clicking sound of gears was heard, playing a short but beautiful mechanical melody.
Zhou Mingrui stared at it for a few seconds, then returned to the wood-colored desk and reached out to turn the gas light switch.
Da da da, snap!
A red flame ignited and quickly grew in size. The bright light first occupied the inside of the wall lamp, and then passed through the transparent glass, casting the room with a warm color.
This frightening darkness suddenly shrank, and Crimson exited the window. Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably relieved, and quickly walked to the full-length mirror.
This time, Zhou Mingrui carefully examined the position of his temples, not sparing any detail.
After several comparisons, Zhou Mingrui found that except for the initial blood stains, the hideous wound did not leak any more liquid, as if it had received the best hemostasis and bandage, and the slowly squirming gray brain and the wound flesh and blood growing at a speed visible to the naked eye showed that
As healing comes, maybe thirty or forty minutes, maybe two or three hours, there will be only shallow traces left there.
"Is this the therapeutic effect brought about by time travel?" Zhou Mingrui raised the right corner of his mouth and whispered silently.
"Hoo!"
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Mingrui let out a long breath. No matter what the reason was, at least he was still alive!
After calming down, Zhou Mingrui pulled the drawer, took out a small piece of soap, and took one of the shabby towels hanging next to the cupboard, then opened the door and walked to the tenants' shared bathroom on the second floor.
Hmm!
Thinking about it in Zhou Mingrui's mind, the blood on his head needs to be dealt with so that it doesn't always look like a crime scene. It doesn't matter if he scares himself, but if he scares his sister Melissa who has to get up early tomorrow, things will be bad.
It’s over!
The corridor outside the door was dark, with only the crimson moonlight shining in from the window at the end barely outlining the outlines of protruding objects, making them look like pairs of monster eyes silently watching the living in the deep night.
Zhou Mingrui walked lightly and walked towards the bathroom with a little trepidation.
Entering the bathroom, the crimson moonlight became brighter and everything became clearer. Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the sink and turned on the faucet.
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After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui finished processing the linen shirt. He quickly returned home with the wet towel. First, he wiped the bloody fingerprints on the desk, and then relied on the light of the gas lamp to look for other remaining clues. p>
After searching, he immediately found a lot of blood splatters on the floor and the bottom of the desk, and there was a yellow bullet on the wall in his left hand.
"...put the revolver against the temple and fired?"
In an instant, the clues came together, and Zhou Mingrui probably understood the cause of the original owner's death.
However, Zhou Mingrui did not rush to verify it. Instead, he carefully wiped off the blood stains and dealt with the "scene". Then he took the brass-colored warhead and returned to the desk. Then, he
Open the pistol runner to the left and pour out the bullets inside.
Bang bang bang, a total of five bullets and one cartridge case, all with a flowing brass luster.
"Sure enough..." Zhou Mingrui glanced at the empty cartridge case, and nodded slightly while stuffing the bullets back into the wheel one by one.
His eyes moved to the left, looking at the sentence "Everyone will die, including me" written on the open notebook, and more doubts emerged in his heart.
Where did the gun come from?
Suicide, or pretending to be a suicide?
What kind of trouble can a civilian-born history graduate get into?
Why does this method of suicide leave such a trace of blood? Is it because I traveled back in time and have healing benefits?
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Mingrui put on another linen shirt, sat on a chair, and thought about more important things.
However, at this time, a sudden change occurred.
Boom!
At this moment, in front of Zhou Mingrui, the space shook, and a white light curtain blooming with holy brilliance suddenly unfolded out of thin air!
The white light is bright and supreme.
This aura containing supreme power suppressed his body in an instant, making him freeze in place, unable to move at all.
"This? What the hell is this?"
"I have just traveled to this world. Have I been arrested by those from the Time and Space Administration?"
"Or should I continue to travel through time again now?"
At this moment, when Zhou Mingrui saw the white light curtain in front of him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and shouted in disbelief.
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It’s been a while.
When Zhou Mingrui saw this scene [Xie Xiaofeng’s sword is as cold as thirty thousand miles]!
"Holy shit!"
"Isn't this the legendary Xie Xiaofeng?"
"Also, what the hell is this fairy review?"
"Why? Why do I see such a weird scene?"
At this moment, for Zhou Mingrui, the doubts in his mind not only did not weaken, but became deeper. However, no matter what his inner emotions were, under the suppression of this holy white light, nothing happened to him.
The only way to do it is to stare at the familiar scenes in front of you with your eyes wide open.
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Inside the light curtain.
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Not long ago, a piece of bad news suddenly came to Shenjian Villa!
Sword God Xie Xiaofeng unfortunately passed away due to illness!
This news immediately caused turmoil in the entire world. At the same time, without anyone knowing, a young man with a sloppy face appeared somewhere in Yangzhou.
A young man who hangs around Wanhua Tower among the poor.
This young man calls himself useless Aji.
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In the eyes of Jianghu people, Xie Xiaofeng is already close to a god-like existence!
However, no one in this world understands the god-like Xie Xiaofeng.
Because of the load caused by too much killing, and the load of being overwhelmed by the cold, Xie Xiaofeng has been in this depressed mood for a long time, and it also made him tired and disgusted with the life he had lived for thirty-two years.
So, Xie Xiaofeng began his self-exile.
Since then, the world has lost a sword god named Xie Xiaofeng, and has gained a young man named Useless Aji.
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However!
In the eyes of outsiders, this Xie Xiaofeng is a self-exile. However, for Xie Xiaofeng, this period of time is the happiest day he has lived.
Because, Xie Xiaofeng will never have to go to bed early and get up early, and he will never wait in front of the door of Shenjian Villa, quietly waiting for the swordsmen to challenge him.
Because Xie Xiaofeng can linger in the fireworks alley, drink fine wine and look at beauties.