Jiangnan West Road, Jiangzhou, Longxing Prefecture, Jianyi County, Zhang Family Martial Arts Training Ground.
Shen Shi has not passed yet, and You Shi is about to arrive. It is at the transition point between Shen Shi and You Shi.
Although the temperature is still high, the sun is no longer as hot as it was at noon.
At this time, the temperature is similar to the human body temperature, which is the most suitable time of the day to practice martial arts.
The entire martial arts arena was buzzing with people. Every young and strong man was sweating in the sun, and his bronzed skin reflected the light in the sun.
The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a large navy blue robe.
The man lowered his waist and stood up, pumping his fists while explaining in a deep voice.
"The essence of Qigong practice lies in the muscles, bones and skin. Force is generated from the bones, guided by the muscles, and is stronger than the skin!"
"Strong bones, long tendons, and thick skin are what martial arts practitioners of our generation pursue."
"There are countless ways to train the skin, muscles, and bones in the world. It can be said that it is vast. Among the many training methods, the Mangniu Power Boxing of my Weiyuan Escort Bureau is also top-notch..."
The middle-aged stout man said as he took off his loose robe and tied it with a simple knot around his waist, revealing his muscular body.
When performing the movements, the muscles all over the body are beating and exerting obvious force.
His movements are very strange.
The movements are sometimes slow and sometimes rapid.
When the movement is slow, it is like an old man walking, but there is no feeling of weakness. Instead, you can see the muscles beating.
It was as if there were rats hidden under the bronze-iron-like body, emerging and hiding as the power flowed.
And when he moved quickly, he even created an afterimage.
You can even vaguely see the shadow of a wild bull behind him.
Moo!
The dull sound of punches made Zhang Mingtu turn a little pale, but he was more confused in his mind.
He was originally an ordinary migrant worker on earth, working diligently every day, but he could barely make ends meet and could not pursue anything else.
Maybe if you get older, you will comply with your parents' request and use half of your parents' life savings to buy a house and make a down payment.
Then find a woman who is the same as yourself.
Have one or two children and continue to work hard.
Save enough for your future children so they can make a down payment, get married and have children, and the cycle repeats.
When he was still studying, Zhang Mingtu still had great ambitions in his heart. He imagined that he would be successful and special when he entered society.
Create a legend just like the protagonist in a movie or TV series.
Later he understood that there were people born in Rome, and he was just a cow and a horse.
The magnificent life belongs to others, he is just an unknown person, beaten to death by the waves on the beach.
I thought I would spend my life in such a mediocre way.
As a result, on his way home from get off work, Zhang Mingtu saw an old man slipping when he got off the elevator.
The old man lost his footing on the elevator and was about to be rolled down by the elevator.
That kind of staircase elevator, with the old man's body, it would be quite miserable if it rolled down.
At that time, his body was ahead of his brain. He rushed to the elevator in a few sprints and supported the old man, but he lost his footing.
The memory is accompanied by rolling, stinging pain on the back of the head, warm liquid, and screaming, followed by deep darkness.
"So, I am dead?"
Zhang Mingtu looked up at the spacious martial arts field and the many practitioners with strong bodies and sweating profusely.
They are all high-spirited and full of energy, which is completely different from the mental outlook of many of his colleagues at work.
"I traveled through time, no, I broke the mystery in the womb!"
At the moment of enlightenment in my heart, the memories of the past life and the memories of this life are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.
In this life, he was born in the Weiyuan Escort Bureau. His father was an escort in the Weiyuan Escort Bureau, and his mother was a refugee who fled from another place.
My mother was adopted by the Weiyuan Escort Agency in her early years, and she usually did some simple sewing work for the Weiyuan Escort Agency.
His father, Zhang Jishi, was busy traveling as a escort all year round, spending little time with Zhang Mingtu and his mother.
But Zhang Jishi was a family man, and most of the money he earned from his years as a escort was kept at home. Therefore, Zhang Mingtu had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and there was never a shortage of meat.
In a world where people starve to death all year round, it is surprising that there is no shortage of meat.
Zhang Mingtu lived to the age of sixteen without any illness or disaster, and then he began to commit suicide and took the initiative to come to the martial arts training ground to learn martial arts, hoping to travel around the world and inherit his father's legacy.
Zhang Jishi does not want Zhang Mingtu to inherit his father's legacy.
After all, although escorts make a lot of money, most of them are a business that rips blood. They live in the open, have no fixed place, and spend less time with their wives and children.
Zhang Jishi has suffered such a hardship and does not want Zhang Mingtu to take this road again.
He even hoped that Zhang Mingtu would open a small shop in the county town, not seeking great wealth, but seeking food and clothing.
It is a pity that Zhang Mingtu, who never solved the mystery of the pregnancy, was born in the escort agency and grew up listening to the stories of uncles who transported escorts.
He longed for the pride of the children of the Jianghu who drank heavily and ate large pieces of meat. He also longed for the knights who came and went high and low to eliminate harm for the people.
I have to practice martial arts noisily, thinking that one day I will become famous in the world.
The feelings of youth are always poetry.
His mother, Wang Yulan, couldn't resist him, so she sent Zhang Mingtu to the head of the escort agency, Zhang Jiye, through his father Zhang Jishi's affection.
"This is really... Tianhu's start!"
He has both parents and a good family background, so he has martial arts to practice.
If Zhang Mingtu wanted to, he could even get a property bought by his parents in Jianyi and open a restaurant directly.
This situation makes Zhang Mingtu a little happy, and he is considered a leader among many orphan time travellers.
As many teenagers pumped their fists and shouted together, feeling the young and energetic bodies, a different kind of feeling rolled through their hearts.
"Practice martial arts..."
In front of me, instructor Zhang Jiye also practiced the Mangniu Power Boxing to its peak.
Accompanied by the low moo of the cow, the instructor's muscles all over his body were twisted together like hemp ropes, and the loud moo of the cow shook the martial arts arena.
A wooden dummy used for daily practice was punched through on the spot.
The section that was penetrated was smooth and round, and there were not even many sawdust.
There was a burst of uncontrollable exclamations in the martial arts arena, and the eyes of many young people practicing martial arts in the martial arts arena were bright with expectation and desire.
Even Zhang Mingtu stared at it without blinking. The force in this world was so amazing that his heart could not stop beating rapidly.
"With this punch and thirty years of skill, as long as you work hard, you can be like me."
The coach's voice was not high-pitched, but the noisy and chaotic discussions and exclamations on the field were all covered up by his voice.
Zhang Mingtu's eyes swept over the fist and moved to the right. There were scars of different sizes on the strong arms and naked upper body.
There are even shallow scars on vital parts such as the throat and heart.
Zhang Mingtu was frightened by this sight.
He likes to see the arrogance of the world.
But after being severely beaten by society, Zhang Mingtu clearly understood that the world was harder to get along with than the society in his previous life.
The knights and knights who travel high and low don't even care about the law.
The swords and swords and the heroic arena are the top sect disciples and the stage for the front wave and the back wave.
For a person like him who has no identity or background, being willing to be ordinary is a good thing.
At this point, his father Zhang Jishi and mother Wang Yulan saw clearly, but Zhang Mingtu, who had never solved the mystery of the fetus before, could not see through it.
Zhang Jishi doesn't want Zhang Mingtu to follow his path at all. Even with his guidance, Zhang Mingtu can walk more easily in the escort agency and avoid many detours.
Zhang Jishi had prepared all the money to open a restaurant, but Zhang Mingtu was not willing to follow his arrangements before.
But now, looking at the scars on the coach in front of him, Zhang Mingtu felt that opening a restaurant was pretty good.
Traveling in the world? Who is a serious person?
Practicing martial arts means strengthening your body and having fun.
Going through life in a serious manner is the way to go.
Without a golden finger, without great luck, do you want to become an immortal or a Buddha after traveling through time?
Well, go to sleep now and dream about everything.
"You still need to practice boxing. After all, in this world, only with force can you protect yourself. As for escorting escorts and traveling around the world, dogs won't do it!"
After making such a decision in his heart, Zhang Mingtu felt his heart relaxed and his head became clearer.
And as his thoughts settled, the sound of turning pages came from his mind.
He was stunned and looked attentively.
The thoughts naturally penetrated into his mind, and Zhang Mingtu was shocked by what he saw.
A simple thread-bound book floated quietly in his mind.
The cover of the ancient book was as black as ink, and the darkness was deep.
At first glance, it was like staring into an abyss. Zhengtu couldn't help but shudder when he looked at it. It seemed like a hell with no light at all.
At the top of the ancient book are two clear large blood-red characters - "桡语"!
At first glance, there is no peaceful air at all, and it is full of tyranny.
When Zhang Mingtu looked down the line of writing, his heart skipped a beat.
"Um?"
Zhang Mingtu was born in 809 BC and died in 836 BC, with a lifespan of twenty-seven years.
"I'm up, I'm dead?"
Zhang Mingtu's whole head was buzzing. He took a moment to calm down before he remembered that it was now the year 825 and he was only sixteen.
If what this ancient book says is correct, then he still has eleven years to live, which is nearly twice as long as he has now... what the hell!
"How did I live to be twenty-seven?"
"This book?"
Black text on a white background, simple thread-bound book, plus this simple and clear introduction style, there are too many elements.
Zhang Mingtu could not help but think of the very classic masterpiece he often read as a child - "Journey to the West".
The classic soundtrack even came to mind.
"I just climbed over a few mountains and crossed a few rivers..."
And the book in his mind was very similar to the book called the Book of Life and Death that Sun Wukong tore up when he made a fuss in the underworld.
The Book of Life and Death is dedicated to recording the lives and longevity of others.
It cannot be said to be exactly the same as the book in his mind, it can only be said to be exactly the same.
"But why is it written so briefly? You should have explained clearly how I died!"
Zhang Mingtu cursed in his heart.
As if sensing his thoughts, the quaint book shook twice, and lines of writing appeared below "The Whispering Words".