Huizhou
The rain was getting lighter and the mist was like a veil. A young man in gray clothes walked out of the wet alley. The other party held an umbrella with red plum blossoms on a white background. On a foggy and rainy day, the gorgeous red plum blossom was particularly conspicuous.
The corners of Chi Yuxian's clothes were wet from the rainwater splashing on the ground. He couldn't help but frown after seeing it, and his already languid expression became even more ugly at this time.
He walked for a quarter of an hour and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard with white walls and black tiles.
The outwardly extending eaves blocked the stray raindrops, and the rain-stained umbrella was lazily closed and then placed at the door.
Chi Yuxian raised his hand and stopped as soon as his pale and slender fingers touched the paint-peeled wooden door.
The surroundings were very quiet, and he could only hear the patter of rain, but some subtle sounds still did not escape his ears.
here we go again.
The young man with a cold expression raised his eyelids, and his slightly narrow eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.
With a "squeak" sound, the damp wooden door was pushed open, revealing the deserted courtyard inside.
Chi Yuxian picked up the umbrella, opened it, and walked in as if he didn't notice anything.
The raindrops fell on the umbrella, making a crackling sound, like a boiling oil pan.
The wind gradually picked up, blowing the rain. Suddenly, a subtle sound broke through the air, and a knife as thin as a willow leaf flew from not far away.
The raindrops that had just fallen into the air were broken in half by the blade. Before the raindrops could hit the ground, the knife had already flown in front of Chi Yuxian.
Time seemed to have stopped. The young man holding the umbrella remained motionless, with a cold glow reflected in his indifferent pupils.
"Hu Family Sword Technique (Introductory Edition), do you want to copy and paste?"
Chi Yuxian tilted his head slightly to avoid the flying knife, and then chose to copy and paste without thinking in his mind.
In an instant, the majestic and unpredictable sword skills appeared in his mind out of thin air, without any sense of unfamiliarity, and emerged naturally like gurgling water.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the knife was flying: "The Hu family's sword skills have always been great, but your Excellency's use of the knife lacks a bit of courage."
The rain stopped, but the mist still filled the surrounding area.
"Hmph, enough to defeat you."
A rough voice said disdainfully, and then, a strong man in coarse linen clothes jumped off the wall, his palms quickly passed over his waist, and the next moment, several knives were fired straight at Chiyu Xian.
The movement of the young man in gray clothes was still slow, with a kind of laziness as if he hadn't woken up. He closed the umbrella and raised his hand to make a horizontal split.
It was obviously a common umbrella, but at this moment it was like a big knife, smashing several small knives in front of it to the ground like a broken bamboo.
The iron tool fell on the stone ground and made a continuous crisp sound.
With just one move, the strong man could see that the move used by the opponent was the same Hu family sword technique as his own.
"Are you from the Hu family?!"
His heart tightened, and his mind quickly thought about the young man, but he couldn't find any relevant memories.
Could it be that the other party is a higher disciple than himself?
Chi Yuxian exhaled slowly: "Hu Yidao's unique skill, who are you?"
After that, he didn't wait for the strong man to answer him, and rushed towards him with an umbrella.
It is indeed a swordsmanship that can sweep across Liaodong. Even at the entry level, it is so powerful that the strong men who are approaching him retreat one after another.
The other party wanted to continue to use the knife to fight back, but the two were now very close, and Chi Yuxian, who was holding the umbrella, had the upper hand.
After just a few moves, the strong man was defeated, and his shoulder was painfully hit by the folded umbrella.
Chi Yuxian stopped, lowering his eyes slightly to look at the strong man lying on the ground, all wet: "Go by yourself, or be thrown out by me."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the other party in silence, with neither the joy of victory nor the relaxation after the crisis was resolved on his face.
The strong man climbed up, glanced at the young man standing in front of him, trembled for no reason, gritted his teeth and left.
The surroundings were quiet again, except for the ticking sound beside the eaves.
Chi Yuxian lowered his eyes and stood there for a moment, feeling exhausted again.
He walked to the door of the main room, put down his umbrella, opened the door and walked in.
The rainy day was a little gloomy, and the light in the house was a little dim.
The already depressed mood quickly fermented like yeast in this environment, and a touch of boredom was revealed on the gloomy face, giving people a cold, dead silence.
Chi Yuxian silently took off his shirt and fell on the bed without saying a word.
If his chest wasn't still heaving, he would have thought there was a corpse lying on the bed.
His brain was chaotic, sleepiness and fatigue were intertwined, leading Chi Yuxian to fall into sleep.
When he woke up again, the room was already dark. The silence spreads endlessly, carrying the coolness of the night.
After the young man woke up, he didn't react at all. He just stared at the tent ceiling quietly.
In fact, he couldn't see clearly, he just lay silently in the darkness. He had obviously slept for a long time today, but he was still very sleepy.
As if there was no need to eat, Chi Yuxian blinked and quietly turned over.
It has been more than a month since he came here. In this more than a month, he has met many people who came to find trouble.
Fortunately, those people were just little-known minions in the world, and he had a golden finger by his side, so he stayed here safe and sound.
When he thought of the golden finger on his body, Chi Yuxian's eyes that were about to close opened again. Unexpectedly, the small game that was criticized by the boss as useless would actually save his life in this situation.
Thinking of what happened before, he became depressed again.
Three or four years after graduation, he still hadn't made a name for himself. The games he designed were either rejected by his leaders or were thrown into obscurity.
More than a month ago, Chi Yuxian spent more than half a month designing a small game. Before he could send the email to his boss, his vision went black and he died suddenly.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the grass, surrounded by silence, and then he found that he had changed his body.
In other words, he traveled through time and entered the world of martial arts.
He didn't know it at first, thinking he was in some unknown dynasty, but he suddenly realized it when he heard a familiar name on the roadside.
Thinking of this, Chi Yuxian felt a headache. He was too tired to even go up and down the stairs before. Now in this martial arts world where he was determined based on his strength, he was waiting for death.
But forget it, death is also a kind of relief for him. It is not that Chi Yuxian has never had this thought before, but he always stops at the last step.
He was afraid of pain and could not do anything.
Forget it, might as well live.
Chi Yuxian raised his arms and hugged the quilt next to him, and closed his eyes again without energy.
He fell asleep again in a daze, and was awakened by hunger in the middle of the night. He lay in bed for a while and then got up and went to the kitchen without energy.
A little candlelight lit up, dispelling the darkness in the room.
Chi Yuxian didn't wear a coat, so he entered the kitchen in single clothes and held a candlestick.
He rolled up his sleeves and stood in front of the stove. After being silent for a while, he decided to cook a bowl of noodles.
"Why hasn't a chef come to me? This way I can copy and paste my cooking skills."
After a while, a mediocre bowl of clear noodle soup was ready. Although it is not as difficult to eat as expected, it is not delicious either.
But in Chi Yuxian's opinion, this is just a life-sustaining meal.
He finished eating the noodles and finally filled his stomach.
"No, I'll go to the streets tomorrow to see if I can find a chef."
The young man lowered his eyes, full of frustration.
He opened the simple interface and read the skill introduction carefully.
It was obviously a small game designed by himself, but he still felt a little at a loss. After all, after becoming Goldfinger, except for the basic settings, everything is different from the beginning.
A fluorescent blue interface unfolds in front of you, with a four-character button occupying the center of the screen. Press and hold the "Copy and Paste" button to display an introduction: Copy any skills and skills close to you and paste them on the user. There is no cooling time, and they are copied. What level you are at will remain the same level after pasting it. Only by working hard and improving after pasting can you break through.
After Chi Yuxian finished the introduction, he looked at the few martial arts he had copied and pasted over the past month, and then sighed.
Since the person who came to trouble him was mediocre in martial arts, after copying and pasting, he was at the same level as the opponent, but a little stronger than ordinary people, so he couldn't be called a master.
The young man's pale and gloomy face looked a bit strange under the fluorescent blue light, like a ghost suddenly appearing in a ghost movie.
He clicked on the exercises with his slender fingers. Just when Chi Yuxian was about to close the interface, he suddenly found a letter function next to it.
"???"
He is the only one using this game, so what’s the use of the letter function? Writing letters to yourself for fun?
The already depressed mood became even worse now.
Chi Yuxian stood up, his legs that had been squatting for a long time felt as numb as an electric shock.
He made a fist with one hand and hammered his leg, his brows filled with annoyance that could not be relieved.
Instead of being relieved, the numbness in my legs spread throughout my body. After realizing this, Chi Yuxian took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his mood.
He clicked on the useless letter function, and after a moment of silence, he started to vent with trembling hands.
In the past, whenever he felt depressed and weak, he would write a diary to vent, digesting the negative emotions like a hard-to-open river clam.
No one is watching anyway, so he can say whatever he wants.
Lines of words are displayed on the screen, filled with frustration and annoyance, and occasionally a few words of self-mockery, enveloping people in the depths like thick black mud.
After venting, Chi Yuxian's mood finally improved a lot. He raised his hand, wiped away the water traces with his soft fingertips, and then went back to sleep as if nothing happened.
"Those people don't know if they will come tomorrow. I really want to kill them all."
Chi Yuchi pursed his lips and took a deep breath.
When he first came here, he encountered a group of bandits. In desperation, he copied and pasted everyone's martial arts skills and escaped with his life.
Perhaps it was because the police officer captured the bandit leader after he escaped, and the remaining men of the bandit took a grudge against him and came to trouble him every day.
Chi Yuxian was almost mentally disturbed, and from time to time he had some crazy thoughts - kill them all!
Drowsiness soon dragged him to sleep, so he didn't notice a bright yellow bird flying out with fluttering wings.
The little bird disappears in the blink of an eye in the night, very fast, and it doesn't look like a normal bird at first glance.
It was like some magic weapon, and it could span thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.
A flash of bright yellow flew around in the air, as if it was picking something. Finally, when the sky was dimming, the bird landed on the railing of a small building.
The surrounding birds kept chirping, the little bird fluttered its wings, and then opened and closed its beak. He actually uttered human words: "Bitch! I'll kill you all! It's so annoying to be in trouble every day! I'm in good spirits! I'll die in the worst case!"
