Chapter seven hundred and eighty third accident one
Lu Sheng slowly woke up from his hazy consciousness.
"Hey, what is this place?" He looked around.
In the space-time vortex, he flew straight in the direction locked by the formation, and soon encountered the first world crack floating in this direction.
In the vortex of space and time, most of the world's positions are fixed and there won't be much change.
What changes is the vortex. There are channels within the vortex that connect different worlds, but this channel will have different entrances and exits at every moment to connect different worlds.
The import and export last time will never be the same as the next.
This is the complexity of the space-time vortex.
"It's just that I clearly entered that crack, why did I suddenly faint?" Lu Sheng has not experienced fainting for a long time. Ever since his martial arts reached a certain level, he has never encountered such dangerous situations as losing consciousness.
After waking up, he slowly straightened up and found that he was lying in the bedroom of an ancient residence that looked quite historical.
The body was covered with a thick gray-white quilt, and the wall coverings fell off the surrounding walls, revealing the mottled gray-black underneath.
Opposite the bed is the window, and faint shouts can be heard outside the window.
Hanging on the wall on the right is a blue-gray uniform, which looks like a tight-fitting uniform worn by some organizations in ancient times. There is also a slender silver-gray sword hanging on the side of the uniform.
Lu Sheng's vision was clear and he could see a line of small words engraved on the scabbard: Yeshan Sword Sect. The words used were his body's memory instinct.
"By the way, where are the other memories??!" He frowned. This was the first time, the first time he came here, that he didn't have most of the fused memories of this body.
Lu Sheng lifted the quilt, got off the bed and stood up straight. He looked down at his torso.
On the surface, he looks a little muscular, but he is still quite thin. There is not much subcutaneous fat, and he looks very capable.
Lu Sheng recalled carefully, he couldn't remember exactly how he fell into a coma before.
It seemed that he had just rushed into the cracks in this world, and then he seemed to have hit something hard and lost consciousness completely.
For a being of his level to suddenly and inexplicably lose consciousness, this is simply unbelievable.
In addition, after arriving, I couldn't even find the memory, which was a bit troublesome.
Lu Sheng's soul turned around in his body, and he quickly found out the strength of the rules of this world.
"It's about one-third as high as the Heavenly Demon Realm!?" The previous pure martial arts world was only one-tenth of the rule strength of the Heavenly Demon Realm.
But this world can actually reach one third! This is already very powerful.
Without memory fusion, Lu Sheng began to rummage around the room. Soon, he found general information about this young body in a drawer.
An identity plate, and a swordsmanship booklet filled with various notes and experiences.
Seeing these two things, Lu Sheng suddenly felt a slight tremor in his body, and immediately many intermittent pictures flashed in his mind.
This is the memory imprint of the body itself. Memories are not only recorded by the soul. The physical body also has similar functions, but it is not as powerful as the brain.
About ten minutes later, Lu Sheng sorted and absorbed the remaining memory fragments and finally figured out his current situation.
His body's name is Chen Ziluo, and he is an ordinary disciple of the Yeshan Sword Sect.
There are not many disciples of the Yeshan Sword Sect, and their swordsmanship is agile and changeable.
In today's martial arts world, the Yeshan Sword Sect is the second-level famous sect. Besides Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei, the Qishan Martial Arts League, where the Yeshan Sword Sect is located, is the most famous.
"Shaolin? Wudang? Emei? This world looks familiar." Lu Sheng took down the standard long sword from the wall, gently pulled it out and took a look. It had a very ordinary blade.
This body, Chen Ziluo, is considered the second batch of disciples in the Sword Sect. He usually practices martial arts with the head junior brother, Du Fengzi.
Chen Ziluo joined this sword sect five years ago and has learned three sword techniques from the beginning to now.
Qingluo Sword Technique, Meng Rusha Sword Technique, and the Skylark Flower Feather Sword that was only learned in the third sect.
Among these three swordsmanships, the last one, Skylark Flower Ling Sword, is the real core swordsmanship in the Yeshan Sword Sect, and it is a top-grade swordsmanship that only formal disciples are qualified to be taught.
I just don't know why this Chen Ziluo was taught such a high-grade swordsmanship, and then suddenly disappeared and was visited by Lu Sheng.
After sorting out the situation for a while, Lu Sheng put on the uniform of a disciple of the sect, put a long sword on his back, and walked out of the bedroom slowly.
Outside is a small courtyard like a courtyard. There is a well in the middle of the courtyard. By the well, there are already two young people practicing swordsmanship at a fast pace.
The rising sun illuminates half of the courtyard into pale gold.
"I've met Senior Brother Chen!" When the two young men saw Lu Sheng going out, they immediately put down their swords and bowed in salute.
"Yeah." Lu Sheng didn't know who these two were, but that didn't stop him from easily using psychological guidance to get the information he needed from these two guys.
After standing at the door and talking to the two for a while, Lu Sheng roughly understood the situation in this world.
This place is extremely weird!
Not only Shaolin Wudang Emei, but also many sects with names he was familiar with, such as Five Tigers Broken Gate Sword, Iron Sand Palm, Beggars Gang, etc.
The whole environment is a bit like the situation in Swordsman. The court is corrupt and has very little control over the martial arts world.
The martial arts world relies on four major sects to maintain order. These four major sects are Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, and Qishan Martial Arts League.
"Isn't the Seven Mountains Martial Alliance the Five Mountains Sword Sect?" A thought flashed through Lu Sheng's mind.
Another point is that there is actually no vitality or energy of heaven and earth here.
It’s the same as when I was on Huangquan Star.
Apart from gas, there is no special energy in the air. Therefore, internal energy such as absorbing the natural essence of heaven and earth has no other use here except for a little concentration and calming.
In fact, most of the martial arts here are external martial arts supported by physical parameters such as speed and strength.
After thinking about this, Lu Sheng said goodbye to his two newcomers, washed up in a hurry, and left the courtyard slowly.
From the mouths of those two people, I learned that Chen Ziluo was going to attend a small gathering of various branches of the sect today.
Chen Ziluo studied under the master Du Fengzi Zhao Han in the sect. He belonged to the Du Fengzi lineage in the sect. There were four branches in the entire Yeshan Sword Sect, and their teacher Du Fengzi was only one of them.
The four branches hold small competitions every year to test the strength of each disciple. At the same time, it is also meant to increase the sense of competition and enhance the motivation of the disciples to practice martial arts.
There are four people in Du Fengzi's lineage, and two of them are still chasing an evil master in the south and have no time to come back, so this time the competition will be led by Du Fengzi's first disciple, Ning Mei.
And Chen Ziluo, now Lu Sheng, ranked third among the four disciples and was inconspicuous.
Although he is considered a role among ordinary disciples, in the eyes of various disciples, he is just a mediocre disciple who knows his name but is inconspicuous.
A person of Chen Ziluo's level, placed in the arena, would be the backdrop behind those rising stars, talented swordsmen, and junior disciples.
Apart from being used to highlight the strength of rookie talents in group fights, it has no other purpose.
In addition to the courtyard, Lu Sheng quickly found senior sister Ning Mei eating meat buns and drinking soy milk in a bun shop on the right side of the house.
"Want a bowl?" Ning Mei was in her mid-twenties, not pretty, but overall she gave off a calm and rational look.
Sitting on her seat, she kept her right hand on the hilt of the table and slowly ate the buns with her left hand.
"No, Senior Sister Xie Ning." Lu Sheng shook his head and sat on a seat nearby, waiting for her to finish.
Ning Mei was born into a wealthy businessman family. Since she was a child, she had only one daughter because of being shot. Therefore, she was raised as a son at an early age. Therefore, she became very fond of wielding swords and guns. Later, she was sent to the Yeshan Sword School to learn skills at a very young age.
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"You seem to have changed a bit. Is it because you have made a breakthrough in your swordsmanship?" Ning Mei's eyes were rather sinister, and she could immediately tell the difference between Lu Sheng and before.
Not to mention anything else, just in terms of temperament, there is a huge gap between Lu Sheng and the previous Chen Ziluo.
Chen Ziluo was originally honest and introverted and didn't like to talk, so he was a little timid when meeting her.
But now Lu Sheng, sitting next to her, felt very natural, without any fear of difference.
"Fortunately, I have some understanding." Lu Sheng replied.
Ning Mei nodded and stopped talking. She just kept eating the meat buns, while Lu Sheng was thinking about Chen Ziluo's true karmic wishes.
As soon as he arrived here, he was faced with the dilemma of being unable to find the remnant soul of Chen Ziluo. If he couldn't find the remnant soul, he didn't know what cause and effect could be completed to fuse the soul.
The two had breakfast. Ning Mei, as the leader, took Lu Sheng with her and left the courtyard block where they lived. Soon, disciples in gray and white came to guide the way.
Lu Sheng was thinking about Chen Ziluo's cause and effect all the way, and what happened on this trip that he actually fell into a coma.
It wasn't until the three of them walked to a tall manor with black tiles and white walls that Lu Sheng finally found out the deeply hidden last body memory of Chen Ziluo. Those neural memories scattered in the body's torso and internal organs were brought together by him to form
There are some memory fragments that can be read.
"Congenital heart disease?" After Lu Sheng got the memory, he was also slightly confused. Not only was he suffering from heart disease, but Chen Ziluo also had a strange state of mind in which he had no desires or desires, and no love in life.
"No cause and effect? No will?" He looked up the original cause and effect of Chen Ziluo from the depths of the cells of this body.
That is to say, there is no intention at all. The original Chen Ziluo only lived in this world step by step, practicing swordsmanship, eating, and sleeping.
He responded to the expectations of his family and the expectations of his teachers, but never responded to his own needs. Life was boring and meaningless.
The moment Ning Mei slowly entered the manor, Lu Sheng raised his head and looked at the dazzling sunlight above his eyes.
"Is life no longer ordinary?"
This is Chen Ziluo's wish. A very weak obsession, a very simple cause and effect.
Lu Sheng even felt that even if he didn't complete it, he could still absorb about 50% of the soul power.
"See you, Master!" At this time, Ning Mei in front had already cupped her fists and saluted a kind old man with a white beard.
Lu Sheng came to his senses and quickly saluted the old man.