"snort!"
"drink!"
"ha!"
There was a sound of shouting and killing in a remote courtyard somewhere in Xinhai City, Qianguosu Province. Although the voice sounded a little immature, it conveyed an aura of murder.
Following the sound, I saw a young man holding a spear, flying in the wind, and the spear shot out like a dragon, unstoppable.
Block, take, tie, point, collapse, pick, stir, entangle...
As the saying goes, "Seven feet is a spear, eyebrow level is a stick." The two-meter-three-meter long spear was wielded in his hand with great momentum. Although it was just a basic marksmanship, it was not monotonous and messy at all. the wind.
This young man is about five and a half feet tall (one foot is about 33 centimeters). He is dressed in black and has a slender yet strong figure.
He has a head of shiny black hair on top, a pair of sharp black eyes under his erect brows, thin and pursed lips, and sharp outlines. He exudes a fierce momentum with every move, like an eagle in the dark night. Leng Ao is solitary, but he is also very arrogant. He exudes a strength that is arrogant in the world. With a gun in his hand, he has the grace to be the best in the world.
It is hard to imagine that the owner of this majestic majesty is actually a young man of no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.
"Huh~~~~~"
The young man let out a breath and shot it out like an arrow of air. He put away his gun and stood up, with all his sharpness gone. The sharp energy in his body dissipated. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be difficult to imagine that this soft-eyed, quiet and elegant young man had just It's so sharp and domineering.
There was still a bit of coolness in the air in Xinhai City in early spring, and there was still no trace of the summer heat. Zhao Jin casually took the towel on the side and wiped the sweat on his face. Although he was wearing thin clothes, he felt There was no chill at all, and the heat rising from the top of his head surged up into the sky like a steamer.
Zhao Jin is over seventeen years old, or should I say forty-four?
He is currently a senior high school student in Xinhaicheng No. 1 Middle School, or is he a promising young man who quit his stable civil servant job to teach in the mountains?
Well, that's all in the past.
When he fell from the broken suspension bridge and woke up again, all the past in his previous life had disappeared, and living well in the present was the only business.
Zhao Jin was born in a working-class family. Her parents are both university professors, as is her grandfather. The family is harmonious, life is happy, everything is going on as usual.
Just when Zhao Jin thought she was going to spend this life peacefully, an accident happened.
When he was nine years old, a car accident occurred during a self-driving trip. All Zhao Jin remembered of the scene was his beautiful and dignified mother lying on the passenger seat with blood on her head. After that, he fainted.
When he woke up again, it was as if he had received the news that his parents were dead. Their warm car burned until it fell into the cliff. He didn't know how he survived. He only knew that after that, he It seems like I no longer have my parents.
When he got the script, he didn't feel like he was the protagonist, he was just immersed in grief. Life is like a movie, but it is more than just a movie. When he recalled it, they were not just characters in the movie, but flesh and blood, living people.
Those nine years of getting along day and night were not fake. In this life, his parents were still dead.
After that, he lived with his grandfather, who was a history professor at the university and told him many historical stories. He found that this world was very different from the world in his previous life, but there were also many similarities, such as history.
This world still has stories about Pangu creating the world, Nuwa creating man and patching up the sky, and there are still stories about "Huang Yao, Yu Shun, Xia, Shang and Zhou", the chaos of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States, the unification of the Qin, Han and Jin Dynasties, the rivalry between the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the Sui, Tang, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing emperors. "Hugh" historical process.
Although there have been changes in history since then, they are still very much the same, except for the addition of a mascot "Qianwang Zhujia" who has a name but no real power.
It was only after understanding this period of history that Zhao Jin realized that he had traveled to a parallel world.
At the age of fourteen, Zhao Jin graduated from junior high school. After living with his grandfather, an old scholar, for five years, a man claimed to be an old friend of his father and wanted to take him away. However, Zhao Jin had never seen this person before. My grandfather has never seen this person.
What was really annoying was that Grandpa actually let the other party take Zhao Jin away.
Fortunately, during the next three years of getting along with each other, Zhao Jin confirmed that this person was really an old friend of his father's, and told him a lot about his father's experiences, especially the look in his eyes when the other person told him. He didn't believe that this respect from the bottom of his heart was fake.
This mysterious Uncle Song treated Zhao Jin very well. Although he often looked decadent and slovenly, he was really a good person and had an innocent heart. The most important thing is that he taught Zhao Jin a lot. He unveiled another layer of magic that was unknown to the world.
"Li Ping, it's been three years. I've been in the Qiling Realm for three full years. I really don't know when I can really step into the Spiritual Seed Realm, so that the two of us can practice faster."
Zhao Jin rubbed the spear in his hand with his slender and strong fingers, and spoke in his mouth. His tone did not sound like he was mumbling to himself, but rather like he was talking to someone. However, except for Zhao Jin, there was no one else in the huge yard. one person.
Could it be a ghost?
"My lord, don't be discouraged. I already feel loosened up, maybe soon. After all, lord, your talent is extremely evil. You can absorb energy in half a day and enlighten spirit in a day. I think no one can match this talent." ”
Suddenly, a figure, oh no, to be precise, a vague and illusory blue ghost jumped out of the spear.
This ghost is three meters tall, with a broad and muscular body and powerful arms. He wears a Han-made iron leaf armor, a black iron armor with vertical feathers on his head, and embroidered cloud riding boots on his feet. He is also full of boldness and is a majestic and domineering general.
"Li Ping, I have already felt it. I am just one step away from the goal, but I always feel that I am missing a little opportunity. Do you think my talent has become worse?"
"My lord, there is no need to be so presumptuous. As you often say, there must be a road to the mountain. What should come will eventually come. Besides, you have entered the ninth level. In three years, you have gone from being an ordinary person without any spirit." People who have stepped through the outer three realms and entered the lower three realms can practice at such a speed that it is already rare in the world."
"It is true that I am impetuous. After all, my talent, your lord, is definitely rare. Even Uncle Song is surprised by my cultivation talent, hahahaha."
In front of Li Ping, Zhao Jin can easily put down his baggage without having to hide it and show a little narcissism. This may come from the self-confidence of a time traveler.
Or was it influenced by the noble old scholar in his family?
Or maybe it comes from the pride inherited from their old Zhao family?
"Li Ping, haven't we gone out to fight for a long time? My hands are really itchy."
"Yes, lord, the last time was half a month ago."
"I heard that there are countless evil spirits in the dark realm, and there are countless beautiful scenes that are not found in the sun realm. I am really looking forward to going there. Unfortunately, I am not strong enough now, so I may not be able to ride in it in a short time!"
Zhao Jin's hand holding the ancient spear tightened again, with endless fighting intent in his eyes.
"The lord's ambition is my goal, and what the lord points to is my direction. I will clear all the troubles in the way ahead."
When Li Ping heard this, he immediately lowered his head, cupped his fists with both hands, knelt down on one knee, and performed a military salute.
"Oh, look, you're here again."
Zhao Jin quickly dragged Li Ping's shadow and helped him up.
"Ping only hates that he is incompetent and a soul with mediocre qualifications. The lord could have chosen a better one, but it was Ping who dragged the lord down."
"Li Ping, you are here again. You know, you are not just a subordinate to me, you are my family. So what if you have mediocre qualifications? In my heart, even those famous historical generals are not as good as you. It's important to come. Remember what grandpa said when we went home the year before last, you and I are destined to be masters and servants."
"Remember!"
Li Ping recalled Zhao Jin's grandfather, with deep respect and a touch of shock in his eyes unconsciously.
"You don't have to belittle yourself. Uncle Song said, if the spear you were entrusted with was not broken, you would be more than that. At least compared to some third-rate generals, you are still better."
"General Song is exaggerating. Ping Yuan cannot afford such a comment."
"You are too modest. This is not like you. In fact, your souls are the same as ours. It's just that you live in ancient times and we live in modern times. If you have mediocre qualifications, we people are not divided into three, six or nine. ?”
"That's different. After all, we must rely on the Horcrux to survive."
"What's different? You sleep in Horcruxes and travel through the endless river of time. For example, you have spent thousands of years from the Han Dynasty to the present, and which human being can live for so long? ? At the worst, your entrusted Horcrux can still be sold as an antique, and people are far cheaper than antiques."
"My lord, you are starting to be sentimental again. The Soul Controller awakens our souls from the Horcruxes, which is why we exist. Otherwise, we are just dead objects. The most powerful one is the Soul Controller!"
"Yes, yes, a soul master is the controller of soul weapons. He has powerful power and endless possibilities. He can control countless princes, generals, soldiers and officials in ancient times. He is far more powerful than ordinary exorcists and soul masters. Much more, it seems that you are truly superior to others! But rights mean responsibilities, and only if your souls are attached to a Horcrux, it is a Horcrux, otherwise it is just a broken antique."
"My lord, you have begun to mourn spring and autumn again."
Li Ping sighed deeply in his heart again. His lord was good at everything, but he was easily saddened by spring and autumn, and he was not very ambitious. Fortunately, he was not indecisive, and he was still an excellent lord.
