Apart from complaining, Zhao Chen was also quite surprised by the strength shown by the two martial arts masters on the field.
You must know that whether it is the weird flexibility displayed by the "yellow-shirted gunslinger", or the cheap master's ability to cross a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, or the movement skills to avoid bullets, it is not something ordinary people can do...
Their performance is already comparable to the "Qi Xia" in the Anti-Japanese War drama! While Zhao Chen was sighing with emotion, he also had a doubt in his heart, that is: Isn't it a foul to use a revolver? Can firearms still be used during martial arts competitions?
He thought for a moment and looked at the burly Senior Brother Feng next to him. Considering the rather polite gesture that the other party had taken when he ushered him into the east wing, he asked tentatively: "Senior Brother, you can use the revolver... during the competition. Wheel of fire?"
When asked, Feng Cang, who had shown worry since Master Huang was shot, frowned, but maybe he knew that this junior who had just started for two days didn't understand many things, or maybe he wanted to relieve his nervousness. mood, so I still replied:
"As a type of weapon, fire guns can of course be used in martial arts competitions. Powerful weapons themselves are also part of a warrior's strength. If fire guns are banned, then other hidden weapons, crossbows and the like must also be banned? Some The sect specializes in using these as its main means of attack..."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, as if he had regained some confidence, and continued, "Also, junior brother, have you forgotten? Our master's specialty is the golden dart, which is also a hidden weapon!"
I know this, Master Huang is the so-called "golden escort" who "shocks red gold with one dart"! This nickname sounds very loud at first, but the so-called "Chijin" refers to the two towns and one township around Chijin Mountain: Bingquan Town, Chijin Town and Jinwan Township, as well as more than a dozen subordinate villages... It sounds like a Country master...
Zhao Chen complained in his mind while sorting out the information about Master Huang Xianjun that had just appeared in his mind.
At this moment, Huang and Jia, who had experienced a brief confrontation in the center of the yard, each flew toward the other and began a close fight.
Huang Xianjun's palm skills are wide open and closed, and every move is full of power; while Jia Zhengming, who has a slender figure, is like a loach, slippery and always avoids the opponent's fist at the last moment. , but was unable to fight back under the pressure of the opponent's fist.
It's not that the "yellow-shirted gunslinger" doesn't want to use the revolver again, but that after firing three rounds at close range before, he only has two bullets left in his gun. Without a high degree of certainty of hitting, he would rather fire without firing. This draws some of Master Huang's attention.
What's more, Huang Xianjun is old after all, and his shoulder was severely injured. It will be more beneficial to Jia Zhengming to continue to use it like this.
As for reloading on site? That is seeking death in a competition of the same level!
Zhao Chen's cheap master obviously also realized this, so after the strength of his right hand failed again, the experienced old gym owner suddenly raised his left hand that was unable to move due to injury at the moment of intersecting with the opponent. Arm, pointing the fingertips at the opponent's throat.
Upon seeing this, the eyes of the "Yellow-shirted Gunslinger" suddenly turned into pale golden vertical pupils, and then the slender neck moved inconceivably by a few centimeters.
The next moment, a golden light that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye grazed his neck and shot straight to the south wall of the courtyard, making a small hole in the wall.
At the same time, Jia Zhengming finally seized the opportunity to activate the gun again, aiming at Huang Xianjun's head and heart and shooting the remaining two bullets in the wheel.
"master!"
"Master Huang!"
"Old Huang!"
Seeing such a critical situation, Master Huang's disciples and friends in the east wing all exclaimed in surprise. Some of the disciples with good skills even flew up to prepare for Master Huang's return.
At this critical moment, Huang Xianjun, the master of the hall, twitched his ears slightly, and then regardless of his identity, he fell back and rolled on the iron bridge to avoid two bullets fired at close range.
Snapped! Snapped!
Seeing the smoke and dust raised by the bullets on the white sand, Hall Master Huang Xianjun wanted to regain his strength and take action again, but his body suddenly felt empty and his meridians all over his body were in severe pain.
He raised his head and glanced at the "gunsman in yellow" who calmly opened the wheel not far away and pressed bullets into it. He knew that his true identity had been completely seen by his opponent. If he continued to struggle, he would only lose more miserably, or even lose his life. So I had to raise my hands and shout loudly to the witnesses in the north:
"I surrender!"
As his words fell, the members of the Sand Snake Gang in the west wing immediately cheered like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Only the leader of the gang, Ye Liwang, stared at "Golden Escort" Huang Xianjun with a smile on his face. Full of ferocity.
The martial arts disciples in the east wing couldn't believe that their master would really lose, and after a while they hung their heads in frustration.
Only Senior Brother Feng was still calm. He picked up the golden sore medicine and bandages and ran towards the center of the courtyard where the master fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Chen glanced at the surrounding brothers who had already begun to have their own thoughts due to the defeat of Master Huang. Combined with the information about the cheap master that had just emerged in his mind, he roughly guessed the cause and follow-up of the competition. Influence:
"According to the relevant memories of the original owner, Master Huang Xianjun of the Golden Dart Martial Arts School was originally a leading figure in the Jianghu forces of the Eighteen Villages in Two Towns and One Township of Chijin Mountain. He was the host of the underground rules in this area and enjoyed a high reputation.
"The leader of the 'Sand Snake Gang' was Master Huang's defeated general and had to abide by the rules he set. As a result, he lost a lot of interests and has always held a grudge.
"So, he used some unknown means to invite this 'yellow-shirted gunslinger', intending to rely on this man's force to win Master Huang's current position and re-establish underground order.
"I just don't know why this cheap master of mine agreed to compete... Well, it was either a long-standing agreement, or he was caught by someone and had to accept the challenge.
"And now that the 'Golden Guards' has lost, from now on the so-called two towns and one township of Bingquan, Chijin, and Jinwan will be decided by the 'Sand Snake Gang'... It's no wonder that Master Huang's disciples have their own thoughts... …
"But these should have nothing to do with me...well, they have little to do with the original owner...According to the information I got from the boy on the way to the front yard, my body is the second son of a wealthy businessman in this town, and he is related to the people in the world. People are not too involved.”
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Chen still had no clue about the murderer of the original owner, so he had to give up.
At this time, "Golden Guardsman" Huang Xianjun had simply bandaged the wound on his shoulder with the help of Senior Brother Feng, and had recovered some strength. Then he raised his hand to "Yellow Shirt Gunslinger" Jia Zhengming who was not far away and said:
"Your Excellency has great skills and is worthy of being a disciple of the Desert Eagle..."
"You should have cultivated your true energy and even opened your eyes, otherwise you will not be able to dodge my 'golden dart'..."
"I just don't know why you, since you have become a monk, come to this remote town to embarrass an ordinary warrior?"
"Yellow-shirted Gunslinger" Jia Zhengming did not rush to answer, but put the revolver back into the holster on his waist, then shook his head as if two bullets were stuck together and said, "I owe it." Sand Snake's favor must come,..."
After a brief explanation, he changed the topic, stared at the fingers of Huang Xianjun's left hand and said, "What's more, you are not an ordinary warrior!
"If I read it correctly, I'm afraid you were once a monk in the magic realm, and the so-called 'Golden Dart' is one of your natal spells.
"However, the decline of the 'Golden Dart' spell to this extent means that your true mana has been completely destroyed, and you can only rely on your own blood and spirit to force it... But even so, the magic that you once had in the mana realm is still retained. If you know a little bit, ordinary monks in the realm of true energy may not be your opponent.
"It was a bit of luck that I was able to escape just now."
The two of them chatted with each other for a while as usual, not paying attention to the fact that they almost killed each other just now, and the sound was so loud that everyone around them wished they could hear it.
Magic power...acupoint refining...monk...the martial arts in this world are really not that simple! Although the golden dart fired by the cheap master just now with his left hand is not as powerful as the revolver, its shooting speed is far faster than ordinary bullets... Is that a spell?
Zhao Chen wanted to hear more of their exchange of blows, but unfortunately, these two martial arts masters had already entered the main hall with the other "big shots" in the town to discuss the distribution of benefits.
Just when he was feeling regretful, Xiaosi Fengqu suddenly ran over and said breathlessly:
"Second Young Master, I sent someone to tell you not to stay in the martial arts hall today and to go home early."
master? Is this the father of my body? Is he there too? While his thoughts were spinning rapidly, Zhao Chen asked calmly: "Master? Master is here too?"
Fengqu glanced at his young master and said in a strange tone: "Didn't the master just sit there?"
While speaking, he pointed to the row of seats in front of the main hall on the north side of the courtyard.
It turns out that the father of my body is also one of the "big shots" in the town! No wonder that Senior Brother Feng took such good care of me... In that case, there might be one more person behind the scenes to kill "me"... Let "my" father and "my" master break up?
Could it be a conspiracy of the "Sand Snakes"?
While Zhao Chen was thinking wildly, he didn't notice that there was a young man with oily hair and pink face at the gate of the martial arts gym. He looked at him several times in surprise, as if he was confirming something.
After a while, the man turned around and left the martial arts hall, holding the corner of his gown and running towards the streets east of Bingquan Town.
After passing through several alleys, he came to a single-family house, opened the door and walked in.
There was a middle-aged Taoist priest drying herbs in the yard. He had a good appearance and seemed to be a Taoist, but he was blind in one eye, which somewhat destroyed his sanctimonious image.
At this moment, the Taoist priest saw the young man coming in, stroking his long beard and asked with a smile: "Is it done?"
"No, then Zhao Chen is still alive and well! Priest Fang Xuzi, is your curse reliable?" The oily-haired and pink-faced young man shouted angrily, "If you do this, don't expect my sister to get Zhao Chen." That thing my master hid."
"How could it be? In order to successfully cast the spell, we have used Feng Shui evil energy to eliminate his energy for several months, and the process of setting up the altar before was also very smooth..." The Taoist priest named Fang Xuzi frowned when he heard this. He asked, "Can you see clearly that he is really fine?"
"I can see it very clearly! And Zhao Chen also watched the competition between the Golden Dart Martial Arts School and the Sand Snake Gang. Many people can testify." The young man said dissatisfiedly, "Could it be that your curse spell didn't work?"
"There is no doubt about the effect of my spell... Well, I suspect there is something wrong with the spell-casting medium you gave me before. Maybe it is not Zhao Chen's belongings... In this case, you go and get an item that is definitely his. I will get up and cast another spell tonight." Fang Xuzi considered and came up with a new plan.
"That's all we have to do." The young man hesitated for a long time and finally nodded.
After the young man left, the Taoist priest sighed and thought to himself: "If I hadn't encountered a disaster and lost all my power, how could I have fallen to this point...
"The Star God comes to this world, his destiny is unpredictable!"
…
"Second Young Master, I heard that the master of the 'Yellow-shirted Gunslinger', 'Desert Flying Eagle' Yan San, once single-handedly wiped out a group of horse thieves entrenched near Halle, and he liked to let the enemy guess his intentions. Are there any bullets in the gun..."
"Second Young Master, I heard that Sanxia Yan ranks third among the Seven Heroes of Monan. The two sworn brothers above him are both experts in the realm of magic."
"Second Young Master, I heard that a distinguished heroine has arrived from the county town, and the steward of the Li family in the county town will personally receive her."
"Second Young Master, come this way. Recently, several families in the east part of the town have lost their roosters for no apparent reason. It is rumored that there is a 'rooster thief' operating in that area..."
On the way back to the original owner's house, Zhao Chen had to endure the "attack" of the original owner's servant in order to get more information.
Fortunately, efforts always pay off. Through a series of random thoughts under Fengqu's deliberate guidance, Zhao Chen roughly understood some basic information about the original owner of the body and his family.
"The original owner of the body happens to be named Zhao Chen... Oh, let's call it 'just'... My father, Zhao Song, is a famous wine merchant and local tycoon in Bingquan Town and even near Chijin Mountain. He monopolizes all the wine-making business in the two towns and one township. .
"Zhao Chen is fourteen years old this year and is the second eldest child in the family. He has a crowned brother above him, a sister under 3 years old and a newborn brother below him.
"But the younger brothers and sisters were born from the father's stepwife, and the biological mother of Zhao Chen and the eldest brother has died of illness...
"Zhao Chen's stepmother Li is the concubine of the Bingquan Town Guard, and the Guard is a side descendant of the county magistrate Li's family... It is also because of this relationship that the original owner's father, Zhao Song, was able to monopolize the trade routes near Chijin Mountain... No wonder he was the 'big shot' witnessing the competition.
"So, according to the routine of ordinary novels, will it be this stepmother who secretly kills the original owner?
"But it doesn't make sense. Even if it's critical, my cheap brother should be killed first... Could it be that the big brother has already been killed?"
While Zhao Chen was pondering over the chirping young man's tune, the two of them had already arrived in front of a house that was many times more impressive than the Golden Dart Martial Arts Hall.
Under the guidance of the servant, the two of them did not go through the main entrance, but entered through the corner door, passed through two courtyards, and walked into a small single-family building.
As soon as he entered the main hall, Zhao Chen frowned. Although the decoration here was gorgeous and all kinds of expensive furniture and utensils were available, the arrangement was awkward...
"Even with my rudimentary knowledge of Feng Shui, I can see several things that are wrong, not to mention..."
After walking around the house with his eyes, Zhao Chen's eyes locked on the mirror in the bedroom facing the door.
The layout here was actually the same as his room in the martial arts school, with a full-length mirror placed opposite the bedroom door!
Could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes wants to use Feng Shui to kill me? Well, in my old world, Feng Shui might not be that effective, but in this world it may not be... Thinking of this, Zhao Chen wanted to ask Feng Qu about it, but he swallowed it back when he said it.
He is not sure that the original owner's servant is trustworthy, so if he asks this question rashly, he may alert him.
Next, after sending away Fengqu and a few maids who wanted to come over to show their attentiveness, Zhao Chen finally got a place to be alone. Only then did he exhale and feel much more relaxed.
It's very tiring to act like this when you don't know anything clearly. You still have to get the memory of the original owner as soon as possible!
What is certain now is that the murderer who killed the original owner did not dare to commit murder in public and could only use assassination. However, his killing method is still unknown...
Oh, I am so actively planning to replace the original owner, am I accepting the "time travel" thing a little too quickly?
But I really don’t miss the old world much. From the beginning, I have an attitude of taking things as they come… Maybe this is related to the fact that I used to travel around the world and have adventures? After all, we just went a little further this time...
What's more, I don't have any family ties, and it's not like the few buddies I'm close to can't live without me.
After laughing at himself for a few words, Zhao Chen, who was chewing on the word "travel", suddenly remembered the golden light in his dream that brought him into this world, and quickly said to himself tentatively:
"Goldfinger? System? Grandpa?"
"Are you there?"
However, the surroundings were quiet and there was no reaction at all.
Zhao Chen muttered a few more words unwillingly, but still didn't expect anything to be gained, and then murmured:
"That's not right. How come you don't have any 'benefits' as a time traveler? This is illogical."
In his mind, those who can "travel" successfully must be relied on, otherwise why can they travel through the world unscathed?
Either there is a treasure nearby, or there is a powerful secret help, or the luck is astonishing, you have to get one.
Just when he felt frustrated and wanted to give up, a violent dizziness hit his head.
The dizziness came quickly and urgently, and it was extremely sudden!
"It... seems like the original owner had similar feelings before his death..."
As soon as this thought flashed through Zhao Chen's mind, he suddenly lost consciousness.
He seemed to be sucked into the boundless darkness, and when he woke up again, he was already in a seemingly splendid, but ethereal palace.
It is said to be magnificent because the floors, walls, seats, and desks all around it are made of gold foil. The patterns on it seem to contain all kinds of mysteries, constantly intertwined and evolving, and you can tell at a glance that it is extremely extraordinary.
It was said to be ethereal because Zhao Chen could only clearly see the scenery between the seat and the desk half a meter away, but the rest was covered by fog, making it difficult to see clearly. He could only roughly see the outline of a palace.
There is a gold seal, a jade album, and a red pen on the desk.
Zhao Chen, who was sitting on the seat, first laid his eyes on the golden seal. He felt something in his heart and subconsciously said:
"Nine Lights Golden Medal"
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden seal shone brightly, and a line of text was projected directly in front of Zhao Chen's eyes:
"Ninth Rank: Deputy Envoy of Galaxy Transit"
Lu position...Do Taoists accept the rank of Lu? Deputy Envoy of Galaxy Transport, what is this? Can you explain it?
As his thought arose, the line of words condensed by golden light suddenly changed and reorganized, and soon changed to:
"Sequence 9: Traveling Merchant"
