Wanderer of the whirling world

Looking at the dim water curtain in front of him, Xuan Ming was taken aback, and shouted to the audience:

"Zhen Yuanzi, what's going on here? Why are the movements of other walkers displayed, but the water curtain in our Yuxu Palace is blank?"

The middle-aged man in long robes who presided over this Floating Life Realm was also a high-ranking practitioner who was passed down as the Immortal Zhenyuan of Wuzhuang Temple.

He also discovered the abnormality on the water curtain at this time, frowned and said:

"Xuan Ming, you also know that among the four great secret realms, the realm of floating life is the most mysterious and unpredictable. Even if I have the token to open the secret realm, I still have no way of knowing what happened inside. Let alone me, even you Yuanshi Tianzun came in person, so he may not be able to understand the situation."

"However, this secret realm is only for beginners to find opportunities. They won't really kill anyone. You don't have to worry about it. Just wait and see what happens. Wait for Xin Ziqiu to come out before asking what happened."

Xuan Ming felt a little helpless, but when she thought about it carefully, the current situation was not a bad thing.

The Floating Life Realm is very special, only middle and low-level walkers without inheritance are allowed to enter.

However, limited by the strength of these people, they are unable to conduct a complete exploration of the world here. Therefore, although the Floating Life Realm is the lowest level among the four great secret realms, people know the least about it.

In the past few openings of secret realms, strange phenomena have sometimes occurred, but the reasons for this are not known to the major organizations.

This time, Xin Ziqiu's image did not appear on the water screen, probably because of some special situation during the teleportation, and he was trapped in a mysterious place somewhere in the secret realm.

Although in this way, the risks he faces will be greater and uncontrollable, which will inevitably affect his competition for the final victory, but it will be able to avoid Masahiko Shimadzu who is looking for him to seek revenge.

Compared with the little devil who possesses the dream rules and can severely injure the opponent's soul, the Floating Realm is dangerous, but it is not fatal. At worst, if you die in it and then be teleported out, you can escape the catastrophe.

When Mu Guying heard Xuanming's words, she turned her eyes to this side, and also frowned when she saw the gray mist.

There was a problem with Xin Ziqiu's teleportation. I'm afraid it wasn't in the secret realm. Masahiko Shimadzu naturally couldn't seek revenge from him. Wouldn't it just be easy for this kid?

However, he didn't pay attention to the grievances of these juniors, and facing the mysterious realm of floating life, even if he was a ninth-level walker, there was nothing he could do, so he could only snort and didn't say anything. It was to re-observe the performance of his apprentice.

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At this time, Masahiko Shimadzu was fighting with an Arab traveler outside the Chaoyang Gate of Yanjing City.

There is a huge gap in strength between the two. It is more like a one-sided abuse than a fight.

Although Masahiko Shimadzu looks weak and feminine, he has the strengths of the two major schools of short swordsmanship and aikido, and his skills are extremely solid. He is the undisputed No.1 among the young Japanese martial artists.

Although the Arab was very agile in his hands and feet, he was helpless in the face of the opponent's swift attack. After being close, he could only be beaten passively.

Masahiko Shimadzu struck extremely fiercely, with a "small hand back", he twisted the Arab's arm into a twist, the arm bone was broken inch by inch, and the white broken bone was exposed outside the body, dripping with blood, which made people shudder.

At this time, he grabbed the opponent's wrist, and as long as he received a body throw, he could throw the opponent to the back of the head and kill him directly, but Shimadzu Masahiko did not do this, but used his hand as a knife, using a family tradition The short knife technique chopped off the opponent's limbs one by one, knocked off the ribs, and played with and abused little by little.

The Arab was in so much pain that he screamed and begged for mercy in Arabic, English and Chinese, but Masahiko Shimadzu seemed not to hear him. Amid the screams of the other party, he slowly cramped, skinned and deboned the Arab. But he controlled his strength so well that he couldn't wish for death for a while.

After torturing for more than half an hour, the Arab finally died in unspeakable misery, turned into a stream of light, and was teleported out of the secret realm.

And Masahiko Shimadzu sat on the spot contentedly, enjoying the perverted pleasure, with a happy expression on his face, his soft and handsome face was dotted with blood, coupled with his sinister eyes, he seemed to be crawling from hell The appearance of evil spirits is like a ghost, which makes people feel creepy.

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The realm of floating life.

In the school of the mysterious space.

"It's midnight, today's class is over..."

The words of "Aunt Yun" came to his ears, and a strong sense of dizziness followed, making Xin Ziqiu's eyes black, and he almost passed out.

Feeling that his memory was fading rapidly, he didn't panic, and quickly thought about countermeasures with only a few remnants left.

He has noticed just now that as long as the children in the audience can keep paying attention to his lessons, the memory will not be lost.

It seems that he and these weird children have a wonderful relationship that grows and grows together.

In the dark, there seemed to be invisible threads connecting him and all the children, pulling each other.

Under normal circumstances, his memory would be continuously pulled away along the threads one by one, and gradually fade away.

But once he won the attention of these children, the power to pull the memory would become very weak, or even disappear completely, allowing him to regain his memory in a short time.

At present, they are only interested in their own courses. Only by constantly using mathematics knowledge to maintain their attention can they keep their memory from being lost.

But this sudden dismissal of get out of class interrupted the children's attention to him.

……

Fortunately, Xin Ziqiu had already prepared several contingency ideas, so he didn't panic at this time, but said quickly and loudly:

"Brothers and sisters, before get out of class is over, I will assign you a homework. Use the ruler and compass I taught you today to draw a regular heptagon. Brother Xiaodong will come to check tomorrow..."

The children in the audience had already shown ferocious expressions when they heard the reminder that get out of class was over, but suddenly they were left with their homework, but like elementary school students, they all fell into thinking, and their malicious faces became calm again stand up.

And Xin Ziqiu's missing memory was refilled in his mind in a moment...

He patted his chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and secretly called luck.

Originally, he was not sure about this self-help method when there were almost no clues at present, so he could only try it reluctantly, but it actually succeeded at the critical moment.

Before the memory faded away, Xin Ziqiu quickly picked up the compasses on the desk, and quickly carved two lines of words in blood on his arm:
"I will lose my memory here!"

"Attracting children's attention can restore memory!"

But after only a short delay, the "Aunt Yun" in a white coat showed displeasure, and raised her voice and said:
"Xiaodong, don't delay the meeting, the children are going to rest!"

The voice was not high, but it was deafening. Every word hit Xin Ziqiu's heart, and the consciousness that he had finally recovered began to tremble again.

Relying on extraordinary willpower, Xin Ziqiu tried his best to resist the invasion of "Xiaodong" personality, moved his feet, and walked towards Aunt Yun.

At this moment, like a schizophrenic patient, his face was contorted for a while, and he was dazed for a while, and he was constantly switching roles.

Aunt Yun turned a blind eye to this and led Xin Ziqiu towards the door.

As soon as the two left the classroom, the children who were sitting turned into streamers one by one and quickly disappeared into the room.

……

Although Xin Ziqiu still retained part of his mind, his body could not disobey Aunt Yun's order, so he followed her up the stairs to the third floor.

There is a long corridor here, the end of which looks like a bottomless black hole, mysterious and terrifying.

Aunt Yun led him to a door, unlocked it with a key, and pointed with her finger:
"This is your room, go to rest and continue the lecture tomorrow morning."

Xin Ziqiu nodded:
"Yes."

As he spoke, he opened the door and entered, and saw two single beds on the left and right, one was empty, and on the other, facing the wall, there was a person lying hunched over.

Seeing someone coming in, that person stood up abruptly, staring blankly at Xin Ziqiu with blank eyes.

He was bare-chested, bony, and his loose skin was drooping and wrinkled, as if a tattered sack had been draped over his skeleton.

And the sparse hair, loose teeth, and pale face all showed that this person had suffered inhuman abuse here.

Although the roommate in front of him was already out of shape, Xin Ziqiu recognized him at a glance, and cried out:
"dad?"

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