"Well……"
A groan came from Fu Qinghai's dry throat. He blinked his eyes, regained consciousness, and turned his head to look aside.
A lean but muscular old human man was sitting next to him, concentrating on using a wooden pestle to pound dark green grass roots into a paste in a stone mortar.
The bitter taste Fu Qinghai smelled came from this.
Next to the old man, there is a black stone pot, which is placed on a few square gravels. There is firewood underneath, and water is boiling in the stone pot.
The old man looked to be in his sixties, with ridges on his face, dark bronze skin, and a few sparse and curved white beards on his chin. His expression was indifferent.
"woke up?"
The old man asked while mixing the medicine.
"Uh, yes, it was you. Did you save me?"
Fu Qinghai was lying on a flat stone slab covered with withered grass at this time. He asked hesitantly. When facing the possible savior, he used honorifics.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I saved you. I heard the loud noise from Jinghu Lake, so I went over to check, and then I saw you...and the poor musician."
"Musician..." Fu Qinghai was stunned for a moment, then immediately remembered, "It's Hall Camp. Where is the other person? How is he?"
The old man shook his head and said: "He is dead."
"Uh..." Fu Qinghai's tone paused.
He remembered that he had protected Hall Camp in his arms at the last moment, using his back to withstand the impact of the tension of the water surface. Unfortunately, a mortal body still could not withstand the impact of falling from such a high altitude.
The old man said calmly: "His body is not as strong as yours. When I found you two in the middle of the lake, he was already dying. He only had his last breath left, and he died soon."
As he spoke, the old man picked up an iron-gray metal skull from the side, handed it to Fu Qinghai, and said:
"This is the legacy he left for you."
Fu Qinghai took it and it was Hall Camp's servo skull. Fu Qinghai remembered that this thing could convert humming voice recognition into musical score output.
Fu Qinghai sat up on the stone slab, pressed the button on the servo skull, and a weak recording came from inside:
"Uh, Qing... Mr. Qingshan, we are saved. It was this old man who saved us. Ahem, but I am going to die. I can't hold on anymore. Please... please take the sake of our acquaintance. , keep this servo skull for me, my life's creation, ahem, and... and my archaeological research data, all in it, if... if you can return to Terra one day, Please give it to..."
What follows is a string of addresses.
Fu Qinghai held the metal skull in his hand, his expression a little complicated.
His impression of Hall Kemp was just that of a little person, a composer and narrator who was extremely crazy about music. It would be impossible to say that he had any friendship, it could only be said that he was an acquaintance.
Fu Qinghai recalled the intermittent words he heard before losing consciousness.
"Qingshan...Lord Qingshan..."
"We should...should be friends, right..."
Hall Kemp may have considered herself his friend.
The only strange thing Fu Qinghai felt was that Hall Camp was just an ordinary human male, but he was an Astartes weighing three hundred kilograms, not including the armor. This old man How did the skinny little guy get himself and Hall Kemp to the shore?
Since it was Hall Camp's relic, it was really necessary for him to help him put it away. Fu Qinghai put the servo skull next to him, raised his head and asked the old man:
"This... old gentleman, thank you for your help. I haven't asked for your name yet. Also, I have another question. How long have I been unconscious here?"
The old man raised his eyes, touched the beard on his chin, pondered for a while, and said:
"Well... it's been quite a long time. Anyway, you were in a coma before I left this universe. After I came back, you were still lying here."
"As for my name, my Malay name is Hussein Hussein bin Badawi, and my Chinese name is Zheng Wanli. You can call me whatever you want."
"!?"
Fu Qinghai's mouth opened wide and his eyes widened:
"It's not... you, are you a reincarnation?"
At this moment, Fu Qinghai had ten thousand thoughts echoing in his mind, and he didn't know what expression to make.
The old man nodded and said casually:
"yes."
The thoughts in Fu Qinghai's mind turned over and over again...
In his impression, the reincarnations he has met are usually people in their twenties to thirties.
The reason is also very simple. First of all, it is a matter of physical strength. Compared with those who are too young or too old, young and middle-aged people are at the peak of their physical condition. Apart from anything else, in many zombie movies, they can run faster. , naturally it is easier to survive.
Secondly, the reincarnation world universe is generated by various popular culture IPs. Young people have a better understanding of popular culture than older people and have an advantage in plot knowledge.
So at first Fu Qinghai didn't think of the old man as a reincarnation at all, he just regarded him as a native of this earth-like planet.
He said I'm just "strong", so he obviously doesn't know what a Space Marine is. The world of reincarnation has not yet started a new round of reincarnation, but he is back here again...
Fu Qinghai had so many questions in his heart that he didn't even know where to start.
Fu Qinghai asked:
"Mr. Hu, um, Mr. Zheng Wanli, I would like to ask, do you know anything about the Warhammer 40K universe?"
The old man shook his head: "I don't understand."
Fu Qinghai immediately said: "Then you still leave the anchor of the world here?"
The old man turned his head to look at Fu Qinghai strangely and said:
"I have many anchors in the world, and I can throw them wherever I want."
What?
Fu Qinghai was shocked when he heard this.
He always thought that in the initial panel, the anchor of the world given by the world of reincarnation was just for each person, but the old man said that he had many anchors.
Hmm... Fu Qinghai thought for a while.
I haven't even unlocked the two functions of [Reincarnation Shop] and [Reincarnation Arena], but the lean old man named Hu Xian in front of me has countless world anchors...
The old man's strength may not be as simple as it seems on the surface.
The old man finally pounded the herbs in the stone mortar in his hand into a paste. He mixed a spoonful of boiling hot water into it. He handed the bowl-shaped stone mortar to Fu Qinghai and said:
"Here, drink it, it might be good for your recovery."
Uh... Facing this stone mortar filled with green water, a trace of hesitation flashed in Fu Qinghai's eyes.
A bowl of strange liquid medicine was handed over by a stranger whom he was not familiar with. Logically speaking, Fu Qinghai should not put it directly into his mouth.
But Fu Qinghai thought that he had a taste detection nerve organ under his tongue, so he could take this opportunity to test the old man.
Even if it is poisonous, he still has a pre-set stomach and can spit out the medicinal soup.
So Fu Qinghai took the stone mortar and drank up the dark green medicinal soup in one gulp.
The medicinal soup flows through the taste detection nerve under the tongue, and then reaches the preset stomach under the esophagus.
The taste-detection nerves did not detect any known toxic substances.
It was just some plant extracts, and it did not help Fu Qinghai's recovery from his injuries.
This detail also confirms the previous judgment:
The old man didn't know what the Astartes were. He didn't know how strong the Astartes' recovery ability was. When he saw the neural interface on Fu Qinghai, he probably thought that Fu Qinghai was a very tall and strong man. He's just an enhanced person transformed by some kind of cybernetic body.
He doesn't understand the Warhammer 40K universe at all.
Fu Qinghai sat upright. Although there was no prompt from the life-support system of the powered armor, he could feel that his body had recovered to a full extent. He only needed to eat more to replenish some nutrients and energy before he could fully recover. .
Many book clubs feel that just looking at the final data performance of the Astartes after the promotion and transformation, strength, speed, reaction, etc., seems to be nothing more than that. The nineteen surgeries do not seem to be very impressive.
However, it should be noted that among these nineteen surgeries and super-organ implantations, how many of the organs are intended to enhance the Astartes' comprehensive battlefield survivability, rather than directly improving combat performance.
Thassan Meninges, Pre-Stomachs, Lamanre Organs, Blood Reconstructing Organs... the list goes on.
None of these organs are directly related to combat effectiveness.
But look now, Fu Qinghai fell from an extremely high altitude onto the lake, even his power armor was shattered, and he fell into a coma.
As a result, when I woke up, the injuries on my body were almost healed.
Do you still feel that nineteen reconstructive surgeries are unnecessary?
Of course, Fu Qinghai's series of operations before falling into the water, such as breaking the water surface tension and using his back to withstand the impact, were also the reasons why he was able to save his life.
At this moment, Fu Qinghai and the old man were in a stone building. It seemed like the interior of an ancient ruins. There were winding vines and weeds growing tenaciously in the cracks of the stones everywhere. The soft sunlight was flowing along the stone walls. The cracked opening let in light, spilling onto the gray slate floor.
Fu Qinghai sat up, rubbed his hands, organized his words, and said in Chinese:
"Well, Uncle Zheng Wanli, my injury has almost healed. I would like to thank you again for saving me. I believe you can also see that I have many questions at the moment. That... um..."
Zheng Wanli nodded and said in fluent Chinese:
"You can call me Hu Xian. I was raised by my mother and I am not used to my Chinese name."
Hu Xian put down the wooden pestle in his hand. The floating dust in the stone room shone with a soft halo of Tyndall effect in the sunlight, making the wrinkles on the old man's face more obvious.
"There is a high probability that there are only two of us humans on this planet. For a long time in the future, there may be only two of us humans. I will tell you more about my story."
The old man pursed his lips, looked at the ground, and said:
"I was born in Singapore to a wealthy Chinese businessman's family. My mother is Malay and was a maid in the wealthy businessman's family. The male master drank too much one day, and then they had me."
"My father's family is engaged in the shipping trade business. According to Singapore law, an illegitimate son like me also has the right to inherit property. However, my brothers and sisters are very wary of me and do not let me participate in the family business. Every year Give me a large sum of money just to make me a dandy and not to get involved in the family business."
"I did what they wanted and became an unattractive guy who spends his days driving cars, beauties, and feasting."
In the stone room, the water in the pot was still gurgling. Fu Qinghai sat on the stone slab and listened quietly without interrupting Hu Xian's words.
Among the reincarnators Fu Qinghai has come into contact with, whether it is Chen Xue or Zhang Yuning, including Fu Qinghai himself, they are very secretive about their identity and life experience before entering the reincarnation world, and are basically unwilling to mention it.
And this old man started talking about his life experience before entering the world of reincarnation, which is really rare.
Hu Xian continued: "Later, when I was in my forties, with the hard work of my brothers and sisters, the family's shipping business suffered setbacks one after another. The company failed to recover and was completely bankrupt. My father was also very angry and lived there. After entering the hospital, he passed away within a few months."
"I also changed from a rich second generation who spent all day and night to a middle-aged waste with no savings, no income, and no skills."
Hu Xian stirred the water in the stone pot with a wooden spoon and smiled leisurely:
"My wife and children left me, a good-for-nothing old bastard. I even thought about committing suicide. Then when I was penniless and helpless, guess what?"
"The world of reincarnation is coming."
Hu Xian shook his head and sighed:
"This fate is really unpredictable."
"My first reincarnation world was the Street Fighter universe. It was a main world and I stayed in it for a long time. When I was young, I learned Wing Chun in a boxing gym in Singapore, so I went to Japan, after all the hard work, found the master of Goken, and said with a smile that he wanted to become the disciple of Assassination Fist."
The Nanyang region also has a good martial arts tradition. In addition to the various Nanquan schools brought by the Chinese who went to Nanyang, the local Malays were also a warlike and aggressive jungle nation in ancient times.
Fu Qinghai also played arcade machines when he was a child and knew the terms Hu Xian mentioned.
The Assassination Fist fighting style is the sect of Street Fighter male protagonist Long, and the leader is Master Gouken, who is also the master of Long, Ken and Fire Bomb.
Hu Xian wanted to learn assassination boxing and the fighting martial arts of the Street Fighter protagonist when he first came up. It was really very exciting.
"My two-handed Wing Chun skills were not looked down upon by Master Gangquan at all, but to my surprise, Master Gangquan actually accepted me, an old loser in his forties, to join the Assassination Boxing sect. among.”
Hu Xian's eyes flashed with memories and he said:
"Many reincarnations have tried to find Master Gangquan, but he rejected them all. He only chose me. I later asked Master Gangquan why, why should he accept an old man like me who had been drained by alcohol and sex? Man, join his disciples? Master Gangquan’s answer was that he saw the ups and downs of life in my eyes. He felt that my plain attitude and pursuit of life and strength were very suitable for learning. Assassination punch.”
Hu Xian turned to look at Fu Qinghai and asked:
"Do you know why?"
Fu Qinghai shook his head honestly: "I don't know."
"Have you ever played Street Fighter?"
"Played with it."
"There is a character called Sha Yilong, have you used it?"
Fu Qinghai suddenly opened his eyes wide:
"Killing intention fluctuates!"
Hu Xian nodded: "Yes, the murderous intention fluctuates. This is the most powerful energy in the Street Fighter worldview. It is stronger than the mental power of the villain Vega. Fighters who realize this energy are terrifyingly strong and can assassinate Once you practice the martial arts style deeply, you will realize the fluctuation of killing intent, but the fluctuation of killing intent has very serious side effects. It will make people enter a state of blackening and rampage, unable to control their desire to kill. Master Gangquan is very Against this state, he has been admonishing his disciples to restrain themselves and calm their hearts."
Hu Xian sat cross-legged and said slowly:
"Master Gangquan may think that someone like me, who has experienced the ups and downs of life, can restrain the murderous intention in his heart."
Hu Xian and Fu Qinghai didn't know that later, in order to continue the story line of Street Fighter's world view, Capcom resurrected the dead Gouken. The professor gave Long the "power of nothingness" that could restrain the fluctuations of murderous intent. ·The version after Akuma replaced Vega as the new big BOSS introduced a more powerful concept of "immortal power". The fluctuation of murderous intent is no longer the most powerful energy.
"Then what?" Fu Qinghai asked.
Hu Xian sighed and said:
"I let Master Gangquan down. I cultivated the wave of killing intent, but I didn't find a way to suppress it."
"After the storyline mission in the Street Fighter universe ended, I went through several dungeon worlds and main worlds, both large and small, and finally came to the SSS-level Star Wars universe."
Hu Xian said slowly:
"Maybe it's because I was too old when I entered the world of reincarnation. By the time I reached this state of mind, I was no longer as passionate about exploring and pursuing in the world of reincarnation as you young people are."
"Until the time when Master Gouken was killed by his junior brother, my uncle, Akuma, using the wave of murderous intent, I didn't realize how to restrain the wave of murderous intent. This matter became a worry for me. It’s an obsession that I don’t pay attention to the plot line missions in the main world of Star Wars, and I just want to find a way to restrain the side effects of fluctuations in murderous intent in the Star Wars universe.”
"Then I joined the Jedi Order."
"Eh, no..." Fu Qinghai couldn't sit still after hearing this, and interrupted with a look of disbelief:
"You are in your forties or fifties, how can you still join the Jedi Order??"
Hu Xian shrugged and said:
"I don't know. Maybe the Jedi who took me on as my apprentice are more eclectic like Master Qui-Gon Jinn."
Fu Qinghai's face wrinkled up. It was so long ago when he played Street Fighter that many details have been blurred, but when it comes to Star Wars, he doesn't feel sleepy. No matter how eclectic Qui-Gon Jinn is, how can he give An Anakin was only six years old when Anakin Skywalker became his initiation teacher. At this point, he was opposed by the Jedi Supreme Council, which believed that Anakin Skywalker was already emotionally bound and dependent (his mother), is no longer suitable to be trained as a Jedi.
Anakin Skywalker, the male protagonist of the prequel "War Between the Stars", joined the Jedi Order at the age of six, and was criticized for being ignored. You are in your forties or fifties, how can you still join the Jedi Order?
Are you sure you're not a Sith disguised as a Jedi?
Hu Xian smiled and said:
"It was only after I joined the Jedi Order that I learned about the rules that Jedi must be trained from infancy. Maybe it's because my teacher is a Neti. For a Neti, in their forties, only It’s just a sapling.”
The Neti are an intelligent plant race in the Star Wars universe, referred to as alien vegetatives. They have very long lifespans. The famous female Jedi Master Special LS is a Neti.
But Fu Qinghai couldn't accept this reason. The Jedi Order didn't want adults, not because of specific age, but because of emotional bonds.
Hu Xian looked at Fu Qinghai's unacceptable look and chuckled:
"Okay, actually there are two other reasons. The Jedi master who took me as my disciple can use the Force to read my mind. He saw my heart. There are no relatives or lovers in the world for me to miss. In addition to finding restraint, The method to fluctuate the killing intent is my last obsession."
"And another reason is that my talent in the Force is very high. I am Force-sensitive, which is what they call a Force-sensitive person. The Jedi Master who accepted me as his disciple is worried that if he does not accept me as his disciple , I will fall to the Sith warriors in pursuit of power and become a big problem for the galaxy."
Okay... Fu Qinghai nodded, the last two reasons were somewhat acceptable.
However, Fu Qinghai then thought again. In the Warhammer 40K universe, the promotion period of a normal Space Marine takes about a hundred years. He completed the promotion and transformation and became a Space Marine in just one year. Isn't he outrageous? Why question someone becoming a Jedi Knight in their forties?
The water in the stone pot had been boiling for so long that the liquid level had dropped a lot. Hu Xian picked up a spoon, poured a large spoonful into a wooden bowl, handed it to Fu Qinghai, and said:
"After talking for so long, my mouth is dry. Come on, let's drink a bowl of bone soup first."
Huh, Fu Qinghai took the wooden bowl with both hands and thought to himself, you just used bone soup to prepare the potion for me.
Old man Hu Xian raised his head and drank a large bowl of soup, and praised:
"Ha...it tastes delicious, not bad."
Drinking the soup is a beautiful thing.
Fu Qinghai picked up the steaming wooden bowl, and the fresh fragrance of mushrooms reached his nose. Fu Qinghai's nose was much more sensitive than the earth in his previous life. This bowl of soup reminded him of a kind of mushroom essence on earth. Seasoning similar to chicken essence.
"Let me tell you, this is a magical ingredient I discovered. There is a mushroom aroma in the stewed broth. It's worth trying."
Fu Qinghai took a bite and found that it was indeed the case. The meat was delicious and the fungus was fragrant.
The nutritious soup quickly followed Fu Qinghai's esophagus and reached the preset stomach in front of the main stomach. Then, a bioelectric signal was transmitted by the preset stomach to the gene detector connected to the preset stomach. The gene detection nerve, which grew on the inside of Fu Qinghai's spine, quickly transmitted a bioelectrical signal to Fu Qinghai's brain.
This series of nerve signal transmission occurs at the moment when the soup falls into the stomach.
Then, Fu Qinghai felt the nerve signal warning in his brain——
Alien genes detected! Alien genes detected!
And it is an alien race that Space Marines are very, very familiar with.
Orcs.
Genetic detection nerves even give out varieties:
Ork-like subspecies, skoog.
Hiss... Fu Qinghai was shocked and slowly put down the wooden bowl in his hand.
Fu Qinghai looked at old man Hu Xian who was still serving soup and drank, and asked:
"Uncle, Uncle Hu Xian, where did you find this ingredient?"
Hu Xian took another sip of soup and said without raising his head:
"I fished and ate fish from Jinghu Lake every day, and I got tired of it. Once I walked to the outskirts of the forest and found a red little monster with fangs and a big mouth, and it ran on two hind legs. This little thing He was very fierce and bit me when he saw me. After I caught him, I tried to make soup with him. Hey, even though he didn’t look good, the stew was really delicious!”
...Fu Qinghai fell silent.
After listening to Hu Xian's description of the appearance of the ingredients, Fu Qinghai was very sure that it was Shigu Ge.
No wonder it smells like mushrooms...
As mentioned in the earliest previous article, the Orcs are a magical race that is half fungus and half animal, and the Scrooge is the lowest form of the Ork group, lower than the Snotlings and Grots. The Scrooges There are many subspecies of Ge, but most of them are kept in garbage pits (also called "throwing stuff holes") by orcs and used for various purposes such as food, leather sources, pets, biological ammunition, etc.
Among them, edible scooters are the most versatile variety.
It's not like Fu Qinghai felt sick after taking a sip of Scrooge soup or anything.
It's just alien meat, no big deal to the fierce Astartes.
Besides, Scrooge was originally food for the Orcs.
What really makes Fu Qinghai feel uncomfortable is... even Scrooge has appeared. Can the Orcs be far behind?
"Uncle." Fu Qinghai had to remind him, "Uncle, have you ever seen a huge and strong humanoid aggressive creature with green skin and fangs outside the forest?"
Hu Xian nodded while drinking the soup:
"Yes, across the big river to the west, there are many people on the other side of the river. I come and go there in one day. Otherwise, why do you think I would live in this underground stone house? Wouldn't it be better to live in a wooden house on the top of the mountain? "
Sure enough, there is indeed an orc tribe on this planet.
at least one.
Fu Qinghai's head started to hurt when he thought of those endless greenskins.
Fu Qinghai finished the soup in the wooden bowl expressionlessly and said:
"Uncle, please continue telling the story you just told."
Hu Xian was not stingy. He took another large spoonful of Skoog bone soup and poured it into Fu Qinghai's bowl and said:
"There will be no more after that. I have been concentrating on meditating in the Star Wars universe and understanding the path of the Jedi. The Jedi Creed requires calming the mind, exploring true knowledge, and being calm and clear. I think this may be helpful for me to explore ways to suppress the fluctuations of murderous intent. It will be useful and inspiring, which is why I initially chose to practice the Force and become a Jedi Knight."
"After the plot line mission of the main Star Wars universe ended, I dropped a world anchor in the Star Wars universe and stayed there for another ten years. In these ten years, in addition to reincarnating in various worlds, I also witnessed The Galactic Republic turned from prosperity to decline, but I still failed to find a way to restrain the fluctuations of murderous intent. Then I was thrown into the Warhammer 40K universe by the reincarnation world, and this is where I landed. "
"I originally thought that whether it was the Star Wars universe or the Warhammer 40K universe, they are both SSS-level universes. The world view might be able to cover the A-level Street Fighter universe. I would like to stay more in these worlds with higher main god ratings. , maybe I can realize my long-cherished wish."
Hu Xian shrugged and concluded:
"No more. Forgive me for being such a chatty old man. That's how people are. Once they get older, they like to recall the past and keep telling their life experiences to their younger generations."
After speaking, Hu Xian raised his hand and took a photo. The firewood under the stone pot was immediately extinguished, and the entire large black stone pot, wooden bowls, spoons and other debris flew out of the stone room.
The force...
Fu Qinghai watched this scene quietly.
Now he knew why Hu Xian was able to get an Astartes and an ordinary person from the middle of the lake to the shore.
Fu Qinghai, wearing a simple and ripped linen robe, followed Hu Xian out of the stone room.
After this talk, it was getting late.
This is a group of stone ruins hidden among valleys and giant trees, covered with dense climbing plants and various shrubs.
The sound of "croaking, croaking, croaking" frogs, and the clear chirping of birds from time to time, echoed one after another in the dark forest. Some luminous insects were floating around in the forest, dotted with fluorescent lights.
Two people, one tall and one short, one old and one young, stood side by side on a stone slab covered with dark green moss.
Old man Hu Xian, who had eaten and drank enough, touched his belly, looked into the distance with a sigh, looked at the evening sky outside the forest of giant trees, and said:
"Alas, even though I have been in this Warhammer 40K universe for more than a year, I haven't met anyone, and even the plot tasks have ended, I still haven't left this planet, but I have to say that sometimes I admire this planet at night The scenery is quite beautiful.”
In the distance, outside the black shadows of the tall tree trunks and branches, there is a large piece of dark green light floating in the night sky. The gorgeous dreamlike light cuts across the night sky, dotted with stars, as if floating from the sky. of elves.
"Occasionally, occasionally in that direction, from time to time, this light will appear in the night sky."
Hu Xian explained.
"Is that an aurora?"
Fu Qinghai looked into the distance and asked.
"I don't know, maybe so."
Hu Xian said calmly.
Fu Qinghai had never been to the North Pole in his previous life, nor had he seen the aurora with his own eyes.
Don’t auroras only appear in the polar circle? Looking at the vegetation ecology here, it is obviously not a high latitude area.
Fu Qinghai shook his head, no matter what, the magnetic field of each planet is different, maybe the aurora here appears in the equatorial circle.
Now he has more troublesome things to think about.
Being on a planet with Orcs is not good news.
With the terrifying reproductive ability of the Orcs, the greenskins will soon expand here.
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