high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 10 The True Meaning of Boxing

Bai Shu stayed where she was, speechless for a long time.

That was by no means dazzled, just now, he really saw his original body.

He held the knife tightly, looked around blankly, and the chaotic doubts filled his mind like countless black lines.

I don't understand too much.

Why did I travel to this world after death, what happened to the system panel, and why zombies suddenly appeared...

Who am I?

Squeak——

A heavy crack sounded.

Bai Shu lowered his head in astonishment, the handle of the iron-wood knife was cracked with several deep and long lines.

He stared at the handle for a few seconds, suddenly a little surprised.

A shallow grip appeared on the heavy iron-wood handle, and several cracks spread from it.

He raised the hilt of the knife to his eyebrows and stared at it for a long time.

After a long time, Bai Shu laughed at himself, waved his sleeves and left.

What is the answer, so what if you know it, is actually not that important.

Even if he knew, what would happen to him now?

Bai Shu turned the handle of the saber, pulled a light blade, and slowly put it back into the sheath.

Not far away, there is the Cangyue Tower——

……

As far as the eye can see, there are still barn-like piles of corpses.

Bai Shu lifted his foot and stepped over a charred corpse, as if it had been burned by a fire, all the clothes were burned, the skin was ripped apart, and after several hours, there was still a smell of burnt.

Dozens of zombies around seemed to be in the same state of death. Bai Shu lowered his head, and the bluestone board was pitch black, as if it had been scorched by flames.

In the blink of an eye, it was another death.

The way of death this time was extremely tragic, as if being crushed severely by a bulldozer, the blood and flesh were mashed together and spread out flat, it was too tragic to bear to look directly at.

The ferocious and domineering fist is eye-catching, like a divine elephant stepping on the ground, the mountain Jiangdu is torn apart under this foot, it dances its long trunk, and then makes a loud explosion like the sound of heaven.

"Divine Elephant Fist..." Bai Shu murmured.

He got this volume of martial arts from Cangyue Tower.

Since he couldn't cultivate, he just glanced at it briefly, but he still remembered it.

The unscrupulous and overbearing meaning in the fist almost made him think it was a god elephant with its nose curled up, crushing everything in front of it.

artistic conception.

Unexpectedly, the second master Zhao has already cultivated his fist.

It's no wonder that the Changjin Xie family chose to marry the Zhao family.

Meaning one said, mysterious and mysterious.

The three treasures of Jing, Qi and Shen.

The lower three realms refine essence, the middle three realms refine qi, and the upper three realms refine spirit.

After a long period of time, practitioners can't even test the title of the upper three realms. Even before the ancient times of Jedi Tiantong, there were very few people who had cultivated to the upper three realms.

Cultivating mind has already involved the subtle and invisible "God" in the upper three realms.

Sword intent, sword intent, fist intent...

There has never been any classics or martial arts scrolls recording how to cultivate the mind, and the ancient sages have left handwriting, and no one has succeeded in following the map.

It is like the unfathomable martial arts sky eye, it is not in handwriting, not in word of mouth, not even in the contact of mind.

Aptitude, savvy, talent, and opportunity are all indispensable.

Some people get something while they are in the womb, and some people are still at a loss when they step on the Vajra. It has never been closely related to the realm.

In the former Song Dynasty, there was a great master who punched under the waterfall, and the punch was frozen in the void, cutting off the waterfall, and it lasted for three years.

As soon as the water fell, it was smashed into the void by Gun Gun's fist, without revealing a single bit.

The great master's name is Wang Qiuyi, who was the last immortal in the former Song Dynasty.

When the former Song Dynasty fell to Sheji, he was first attacked and severely injured by several hermit immortals at the same time. When he rushed to the imperial city with his broken body, the young emperor had already passed away, and King Wu had already ascended to the great treasure.

After the death of Song Dynasty, Wang Qiuyi slammed him with a crippled body.

The most recent time, he was only three zhang away from King Wu.

At that time, the crown prince was hammered to death in the official way by him with one hand, and all the officials dared not go to the court because of their illness. In Yedu, everyone was in danger, and Wang Qiuyi's name could even stop a child from crying at night.

Until half a year later.

King Wu used himself as a bait to set up an ambush himself, and the farce finally came to an end.

Wang Qiuyi was killed in Shaoqiu Mountain by four invincible immortals. After his death, it also marked the final fall of the former Song Dynasty.

He was born at the age of 43, and became famous at the age of 43 after forcing back the Three Thousand Torch Dragon Guards in World War I.

Before that, his reputation had never been heard in the world, and even the oldest wind media couldn't find out about Wang Qiuyi's life 43 years ago.

No one knows how he reached the sixth realm from a humble background, and no one knows why Wang Qiuyi sacrificed his life for the former Song Dynasty.

After his death, the former Song royal family didn't even know the name...

There are many thoughts in my mind, but it is only a short moment.

Bai Shu raised his knees and jumped over the pool of blood-colored mud, and turned around after landing, his heart sank suddenly.

Master Zhao Er is gone...

He looked around in astonishment, the surrounding blood was like a puddle, as if he had fallen into an extremely evil place, and zombies fell down layer by layer like harvested wheat, all kinds of clothes were different, but there was no purple clothes.

Obviously I saw him yesterday.

Bai Shu used a knife as a stick to blow away the piles of incense sticks. After half a stick of incense, the slaughterhouse-like bloody scene in front of the Cangyue Tower was almost searched, but Bai Shu still found nothing.

Did the surviving descendants of the Zhao family bury his body, or was it devoured by other zombies.

Can the dead walk?

Occasionally, out of the corner of my eye, a tall evergreen cypress is as straight as an arrow, on the far left side of the Tibetan Moon Tower, it is three feet high.

At the top of the treetop, he saw a blood-stained purple hem.

Bai Shu was terrified in his heart, he put his hand on the rough tree, and vomited forcefully.

The evergreen cypress trembled slightly, and the corners of its clothes trembled, slowly floating down from the top of the tree, and landed on the protruding scabbard.

The blood on the corner of the clothes was still fresh, even the scabbard was stained with a few streaks of bright red, Bai Shu looked closely, the patterns on the clothes were indeed the one that Master Zhao Er often wore.

He slowly lowered the handle of the knife, a gust of wind blew by, and the corners of his clothes disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Why is this?

Bai Shu frowned, a thought flashed through him, since he couldn't find the key, he had to find another way out of the city.

Bai Zhu let out a sigh, with a complicated expression on his face.

Going out of the city is by no means an easy thing to do.

Most of the zombies in the East Mansion were killed by Master Zhao Er, a martial arts master who was only one step away from reaching the third realm, and the rest were only three or two kittens.

And Fenyin City.

It is the capital of Songyang County.

In the former Song Dynasty, Fenyin even briefly became the capital of the former Song Dynasty.

The Xiaosu River runs through the north and south of the city, and also connects the Canal Canal and the Sheyang Canal.

The city is ninety miles around, with a population of more than [-]. The towns are prosperous, the mountains and rivers are beautifully carved, green and beautiful, the southeast is armored, rich and colorful, and everything is prosperous. .

Not to mention the Spring and Autumn Academy, martial arts gyms, sects, and even the lower house of a holy place all occupy residences in the city.

The number is endless, too numerous to enumerate.

How many zombies should there be in the city...

Bai Shu didn't dare to think anymore, and hurried to the back kitchen.

He hadn't had water or rice for a day, although Changchun Kungfu could restore his energy, but after several battles, even he felt tired for a while.

When he turned a corner, he saw an unexpected face.

"It's you?"

Looking at the familiar face, Bai Shu spoke in surprise.

……

The stone-blue brocade satin hangs on half of its body in a straight and broken skirt. Every time it takes a step, there is a sound of loose stool legs inside the body. bloodstains.

There were scorched black marks on its face, between the opening and closing of its mouth, the sharp canine teeth were stained with bits of meat, the blood stains were still fresh.

The zombie stood stiffly in place, his eyes rolling around.

"Zhao Xiu? What a surprise."

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