"Axun, Axun!"

"Wake up, wake up..."

A slightly anxious call seemed to come from far away, and he vaguely felt someone shaking him. Chen Xun's vague consciousness surged, and he opened his eyes hazily.

Then, I was stunned.

The surrounding candlelight was flickering, it was dark, damp, cold, and dilapidated. He was no longer in his own bedroom, but on a cold couch in a shabby house with bare walls.

At this moment, beside the bed, there was a tall, honest-looking man in ancient costume, looking at him in surprise:

"Axun, you finally woke up!"

What the hell?

Didn’t I fall asleep while playing games? Where is this?

Looking at the simple and completely unfamiliar man in front of him, Chen Xun couldn't help but be stunned.

Just as he was about to sit up, he felt a sudden explosion-like pain in his chest and in his mind, which made him lay back down with a groan.

Immediately afterwards, chaotic and unfamiliar memories seemed to burst out, flashing in turn.

This is not the modern society he is familiar with, but an ancient small town called Huanglong County in the Qian Kingdom.

The owner of the memory is also named Chen Xun, and he has just reached the age of 18.

Some people were born in Rome, and some people were born as cows and horses. The original owner was kidnapped and separated from his parents when he was young. He was controlled on the street and made a living by begging and stealing. He was stared at, beaten and scolded, and his experience was miserable.

It wasn't until a few years ago that Ren Yazi was beaten to death in the street when he was drunk and causing trouble. The original owner took this opportunity to escape from the clutches of the devil, and then worked odd jobs on the street as a coolie to earn a living. After several years, he finally grew up despite suffering hardships.

The dark-skinned man in front of the bed was named Song Dahu.

Their age and life experience are similar to those of the original owner of the memory. They met when they were young and worked together on the street to make a living. They supported each other and went through hardships together. They are not brothers but are better than brothers.

The memory was numb, making people feel as if their head was about to explode. Chen Xun, who was familiar with online classics, finally realized what had happened to him in the chaos:

This is time travel!?

The person in my memory has almost the same name and appearance as me. Could it be that he is another me in parallel time and space?

Damn it, why am I in such a miserable state in parallel time and space?

But now I don’t have to pay 996 and mortgage, which seems good...

No, what will my parents do if I'm gone...?

Fucked...

At this moment, his head was tingling and filled with messy thoughts. Chen Xun was lying on the bed with a slightly distorted expression. Next to him, Song Dahu quickly stood up and brought a broken bowl from nowhere, and slightly raised his upper body:

"Come on, drink some water quickly."

Chen Xun endured the pain and took the bowl and drank it down, seeming to suppress the chaotic memories in his mind.

Song Dahu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "Axun, how do you feel now?"

At this moment, he was in a state of confusion and was afraid of revealing the truth that he was a time traveler. Chen Xun managed to calm down and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"It's okay...it just hurts all over..."

After hearing the second half of the sentence, Song Dahu's originally concerned face turned into anger, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Zhao Wupeng, this bastard, stole your money and almost killed you. He hurt you like this. I will never let him go!"

Zhao Wupeng?

Chen Xun lowered his head subconsciously and noticed that his chest was wrapped in gauze.

He gently pulled it open and saw a ferocious purple palm print in the middle of his chest. There were also bursts of stinging pain from bone fractures, which seemed to be a serious injury.

At the same time, a cold, mean and contemptuous man's face appeared in his mind, as well as the corresponding memory.

Zhao Wupeng is a minor leader of a gang in the city, the Longwen Gang.

The world was difficult, and life was difficult for Yuan Shen and Song Dahu. After they came of age two years ago, they joined the Longwen Gang and became peripheral gang members in order to have enough to eat.

That's the kind of little guy who usually waves the flag and shouts, but then runs away when things go wrong.

After the two joined the Longwen Gang, not only could they eat and drink as much as they wanted every month, but they could also get a regular allowance. Their lives had indeed improved a lot.

Especially less than half a year after joining the gang, Song Dahu gradually showed his brute strength. He quickly mastered the martial arts taught by the gang and was considered to be excellent martial arts training materials. Soon he was promoted to an elite in the inner hall, with a bright future.

bright.

The original owner has mediocre qualifications and mediocre skills. He has not been able to master the gang's basic boxing and pile skills for more than a year. He has always been a minion.

The relationship between the two was like that of brothers, and the relationship was not estranged because of this, but the original owner, who was mediocre, was somewhat disappointed and envious.

Until about ten days ago.

By chance, the original owner accidentally heard about the connections in the gang that he got from unknown sources. He wanted to help a steward in Yaowang Mountain select a group of innocent and smart young people to work as handymen in Yaowang Mountain and guard the medicine fields.

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Yaowang Mountain is a well-known martial arts sect in this area. For ordinary people, it has a high status. Even if you work there as a handyman, for the lowest grassroots, it is an opportunity that may change your destiny.

The original owner was quick-thinking, knew his situation, and immediately wanted to give it a try, so he used all the hard-earned wealth he had accumulated over the years, and also borrowed most of it from Song Dahu, totaling thirty silver teeth.

, went to find the gang leader responsible for this matter, Zhao Wupeng.

In Huanglong County, one silver tooth can buy dozens of kilograms of grain. Thirty silver teeth is no longer a small number. Zhao Wupeng was quite satisfied with the original offer. He accepted the money on the spot and promised to be selected as a handyman.

There will be one for him.

The original person didn't think much, went back and waited with full hope, and even began to look forward to his future career in Yaowang Mountain.

However, he waited and waited for seven or eight days, but no news came.

After some inquiries, he learned that the ten handymen had been selected three days ago and all had been sent to Yaowang Mountain.

Zhao Wupeng didn't include him at all!

Such a fact was like a bolt from the blue. Realizing that he might have been deceived, the original person desperately approached Zhao Wupeng and wanted to ask for an explanation. However, the other party completely changed his face and refused to accept the money at all.

The original owner was filled with grief and anger, and argued with reason, but Zhao Wupeng could not explain anything. He just slapped the original owner with a smile and beat him to death in the street. He even claimed that the original owner had been deceived and abducted and had bad conduct, so he announced on the spot that he would be expelled from the gang.

When the original owner regained consciousness, he was rescued by Song Dahu.

It's just that Zhao Wupeng was a martial arts master in the gang, and it was difficult for ten strong men to get close to him. Although the palm didn't kill the original owner, it cracked his sternum, shook his internal organs, and was seriously injured.

Coupled with the inexplicable depression and anger in his heart, the original owner was bedridden from then on, and his injuries worsened. Within a few days, he became terminally ill, and it was difficult to cure him with medicine or stone.

After dying at the last moment, Chen Xun's soul came through.

What a piece of shit, so damn black...!

This tragic memory flashed through quickly, and Zhao Wupeng's ugly face was unforgettable. Chen Xun, who had nothing to do with it, suddenly became furious.

As a modern person, he personally felt the resentment and grief of the original owner, and he also suddenly felt how sinister and cruel this ancient alien world without legal constraints was.

However, now is not the time to worry about this.

His mind was still a mess. Chen Xun planned to sort out all his memories before dealing with these grievances, so he took a deep breath and said:

"Dahu, please don't be impulsive. Zhao Wupeng is not easy to deal with. It is never too late for a gentleman to seek revenge in ten years. This matter must be considered in the long term..."

Seemingly surprised by Chen Xun's calmness, Song Dahu was stunned for a moment, and then said in a low voice:

"Oh, that's right. Your injuries are still serious and you still need to rest well. This is not the time to think about this. Let that bastard be proud for a while."

"It doesn't matter, sooner or later there will be a chance..."

Too much talk leads to mistakes, so Chen Xun took advantage of the situation and found an excuse:

"Dahu, I'm a little hungry..."

Song Dahu stood up immediately: "Just wait a minute, I'll buy you a bowl of porridge, and I'll grab two more medicines and come back. You just lie down first!"

Chen Xun nodded slightly in response, and Song Dahu turned around and pushed the door open, closing the door behind him.

The room suddenly became quiet. Chen Xun closed his eyes slightly and tried his best to sort out and accept the messy memories in his mind one by one.

After a long time.

Chen Xun, whose memory had been digested, suddenly opened his eyes, with a strange look in his eyes:

"It turns out it's not martial arts...?"

Putting aside the grudges and grudges of the original owner during his lifetime, what he wanted to understand most was the background of this world.

After receiving all the memory fragments, he discovered that although the original owner was practicing martial arts and being in a gang in his memory, this world was not a martial arts world.

It is a world of Xianxia where there are many sects, suppressing the world, and even there seem to be immortals!

This world is vast and vast, with thousands of sects mastering the true teachings of the great path of cultivation:

First, to cultivate one's life in the martial arts, the monks work hard to keep their body strong, their Qi and blood are in full swing, and they practice to the highest and deepest levels, with the energy to lift the mountains and surpass the world. This is called physical cultivation, or martial cultivation;

There is no qualification threshold for this Tao, and everyone can try to practice it. Therefore, it is also widely spread among the common people, but most of them are isolated and incomplete, crude and crude, and lack the true essence.

The gang martial arts in the original owner's memory fall into this category.

The second is the cultivation of the soul. Monks cultivate the body and nature, cultivate the soul, and cultivate to the highest and deep souls to reflect the heaven and earth. This is called ghost cultivation, or soul cultivation;
To be continued...