After the kendo is completed, a new daily life will be opened in the present world

Chapter 1 Prologue The end of the beginning, the beginning of the end.

Among the green mountains and green waters, a handsome young man in white trekked in the mountains leading a white horse.

"You, it's time to go." Wuming looked at the white horse beside him, it had been with him for a long time, now, it was time to say goodbye.

The white horse didn't move, it must have understood Wuming's meaning, it just stood there, motionless.

"Let's go, let's go, from now on, there will be nothing to restrain you, goodbye!" Wuming pulled out his sharp sword and cut off the padlock of the saddle.

The majestic steed also felt the determination of the man in front of him, and walked towards the green hill further ahead.

It also kept looking back.

Wuming just lowered his head and smiled, "Goodbye, Jade Lion, you are free!"

The voice of the young man echoed in the mountains, and the white horse neighed, and walked into the distance with thunderous steps.

Wuming watched the Jade Lion leave.

"Then, this is the last one." He murmured, this is the last companion by his side, and from now on, he will be alone.

"Huh, so, what should we do?" He didn't take back his long sword, but just stood quietly, amidst the clear springs and green pines, hiding his murderous intentions.

Although he comes from a humble background, he is also one of the top swordsmen in the world. How can he not hear the whispers in the wind?
one two three four……

In the forest, black-robed and black-armored soldiers slowly stood up. There were so many of them that Wuming couldn't even count them.

"Hey, I can't go anymore." Wuming sighed softly, this amount is too much to deal with.

"An Xian, the chaotic party, put down your weapons and come with us!" The general in black robe stood in front of the battle with a spear in his hand.

"Hahaha, this name is my wish. Thank you very much for calling me by this name, but forgive me, I refuse!" Wuming said the last two words forcefully, and he would never let go of his hand. sword.

The black-robed general obviously sensed the other party's reaction, so he just raised his hand to signal the crossbowmen behind him to release arrows.

All of a sudden, the rain of arrows poured down from the sky...

"Really, what a great battle!" Wuming smiled boldly and raised his sword.

……

Blood stained the entire mountain, and what flowed in the spring stream also turned into a blood-colored liquid.

The entire left arm was broken, the ribs were pierced by a long sword, and there were multiple wounds on his body.

The blood kept flowing out, and Hua Tuo shook his head when he saw it.

Wuming lay on the ground without judgment, knowing that he was going to die.

My whole body hurts, and this way of dying is not peaceful at all.

Surrounded by the corpses of soldiers from all walks of life, it can be said that the corpses are scattered all over the field, and the blood flows on the ground, converging into a pool of blood.

The strong smell of blood seems to be gradually dissipating...

In the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, heroes competed for the throne, and heroes rose together, but the common people suffered.

In this chaotic age, no one can guarantee that they can live another day.

In his view, he is just a little swordsman wandering around.

What a shame, doesn't it make sense at the end?Wuming's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he felt a little reconciled.

The sky gradually became dark, and night seemed to have fallen, and it was just after noon.

Are you going to die?Still not reconciled.He tried to stand up, but he couldn't. He had never been so weak.

Even though he begged for a living when he was young, he still raised his head to face the eyes of the world who cast aside his eyes.

Fifteen years ago, in the seventh year of Guanghe and the first year of Zhongping, the war to unravel the hypocrisy and prosperity of the world began.

During this period, I don't know how many people died in the disaster, and how many families were broken.

At that time, Wuming was old enough to remember things. He was raised by beggars since he was a child and became one of them.

Perhaps it was the last wish of these people to the world that made him survive.

In those few years, many people died, the common people were still hungry, and the life of the beggar was naturally more difficult, but he survived, even if he survived without a name.

Wars are everywhere, the troubled times are known, the people are in dire straits, and evil is at work.

Many beggars I knew died...but he survived.

Wuming knew clearly that his life was given by them.

"It's not that we're lazy, it's that the world is at odds, it's all fate." Countless similar emotions passed by my ears.

Rectify this twisted world!Wuming has such an ambition.

He embarked on a road of no return.

From the first time he killed someone, there was no chance to stop. If you turn back, you can't; if you stop, you will die; you can only, go forward!
Wuming feels that he has such a talent. Over the years, he has gradually become a famous swordsman all over the world. He can't do anything, but since he holds the sword, he seems to be able to do everything.

Swing with your own heart and be with like-minded people.

One sword shattered, another, but nothing seemed to change in this deformed world.

In 15 years, the country he was born in seemed to have already collapsed, and he kept waving his sword in order to protect it.

He did not know how many times he heard the words of gratitude; he did not know how many people he saved.

But, even so, the world still hasn't changed...why?
I don't know since when, there is no one to follow.

I don't know when they have been called rebellious parties.

I don't know when, his companions have all left this world.

From the corner of the eye, a drop of tear dripped down.

Wuming couldn't remember how long he hadn't shed tears.

Looks like we're going to meet again?
……

"Well, here, is it possible to meet such talented guys casually? Although it feels like I'm going to die."

A male voice sounded.

In the wilderness, besides the army that died with him, would there be anyone else?

Or, what kind of monster?

Wuming couldn't figure it out, he felt so cold.

"Hey, do you want to live?" the man spoke again.

Hehe, living is really a beautiful word, but with such a serious injury and so much blood, I am afraid that the immortal can do nothing.

"You don't seem to believe me? Just kidding, although I'm not very good at medical skills, but snatching people from the hands of the god of death... the king of Hades is my strong point."

The other party seems to be very sure, although the words spoken are very arrogant, but the tone seems to be expounding.

Wuming is silent, can he still live?

"Ahem, young man, do you want to sign a contract with me? Well, just to make a deal? I chose you because of your unique bones and talent." The voice was magnetic and very seductive. sex.

"But...cough cough, cough...yeah." Wuming spat out a few words with difficulty.

"OK, then the transaction is established, but there is something wrong with your heart, I will replace it with my sword heart, and you will make a lot of money."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuming felt a sharp pain, and the other party pulled out the weapon stuck on him.

Then another sword pierced his heart.

What is this... Strange medical technique?Wuming was a little dazed, he felt that his life had changed from hanging by a thread to death without life.

But a warm current flowed from the heart to the whole body, and the sense of comfort filled the limbs and bones. The contrast between the severe pain and the comfort was too great, and Wuming lost consciousness almost instantly.

……

"You don't need to know anything, just live."

……

Sunset and sunrise, when Wuming woke up again, he opened his eyes and saw a white ceiling that he had never seen before.

"Are you awake?" A clear and calm female voice sounded.

Nameless blinked and turned to look at the source of the sound. A woman in white clothes and a white hat was recording something with a wooden board.

He had never seen the other party's clothes before, so Wuming was stunned for a long time.

The clean and bright environment around him made him fall into silence even more.

Where am I?Who is this guy?why am i here
Who am I... I don't have a name...

Wuming sat up suddenly, the soft cotton quilt made him so delicate that it didn't look like a man-made product.

He looked at himself, wearing a white robe, very clean and intact.

In the end what happened?
Wuming took a deep breath, he wanted to recall what happened, but he felt an incomparable emptiness in his heart, the existence of himself seemed to have become something like an empty shell.

What happened?
Nameless just sat there.

The nurse was startled when she saw him, "Sir, don't be so excited, pay attention to your body."

"Here, where is it?" Wuming looked at the other party.

"The Affiliated Hospital of Jincheng Third College." The nurse was stared at by these eyes, feeling a little inexplicably afraid. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

"Jincheng?" Wuming frowned, he knew about Jincheng, but...

He looked out of the window, and the strange scene outside was something he had never seen before. Towering buildings surrounded the surroundings, covering the afterglow of the sky.

"What time is it?" Wuming tidied up his clothes, his long hair was loose, he looked around, and there was his hairpin on the iron cabinet beside the bed.

"Sir, what are you going to do?" The nurse was a little anxious. The other party looked like she was going to run away.

Before, when kind people sent him here, his vital signs had dropped to an extremely low level. How can he run away now that he is better?
"Now, what time is it?" Wuming didn't reply, but asked again.

Because the other party looked respectful to him, he didn't intend to embarrass the other party.

"April 2018, 4." The nurse said anxiously, and then pressed Wuming's shoulder.

"Sir! You are a patient now, can you lie down anyway?" The nurse was about to cry as she spoke. If something happened to this man in front of her, would she still have to work?

Wuming was stunned after hearing the nurse's answer, "Madam, please explain, what is this year, six years from Jian'an, and how many years have passed."

"Don't embarrass her, I'll answer you." A somewhat familiar voice came from the door.

Wuming looked over, and saw a young man in blue and white sportswear and a peaked cap standing at the door. The face of this person was like a crown jade, his appearance was extraordinary, and his temperament was ethereal like a fairy.

After Wuming became famous, he was often praised by his peers for his appearance, but he felt that he was still inferior to this person.

"It's been six years since Jian'an, um, seven years in 810." The young man smiled, looked at the nurse and said, "Well, don't worry, I'll take care of him, you go out first."

The nurse looked at the young man with heartache, so handsome!This man has a nice voice too.

Although she is a bit of a nympho, she is clear about her responsibilities and is a little embarrassed, "But..."

"Don't worry, I can convince him." The young man smiled, "We are old friends."

"Oh, then you must persuade him." The nurse hesitated and said, then walked to the door, and when she reached the door, she looked back at the young man, as if she was not at ease.

"Bang", the door of the ward closed, leaving only Wuming and the young man in the room.

"Who are you?" Wuming didn't know this person. Although the other person seemed familiar to him, he checked his memory to confirm that he had never met him.

"I'm Luo Xuan, um, it seems that you have almost forgotten." Luo Xuan sat on the chair casually.

"Luo Xuan...you seem to know me." Wuming dressed neatly, found his shoes under the bed, and sat down on the bed.

Luo Xuan smiled, "Well, that's right, what do you remember?"

"I, in the sixth year of Jian'an, was besieged and died of serious injuries on the Mingming Mountain." Wuming paused, "But I don't seem to be dead."

Luo Xuan nodded, "Well, that's right, six years after Jian'an, you have been walking in the world for almost 1000 years."

"1000 years..." Wuming felt that he should be surprised, but his tone was unusually calm.

"You must have sensed where your problem lies." Luo Xuan saw Wuming's strangeness.

Wuming was silent for a while: "Am I still alone?"

"You can still get back the emotion you lost." Luo Xuan patted him on the shoulder, "A lot of things happened, maybe you will remember them slowly."

"But now, you have to know that this is a brand new world that you have never seen before, and it is also a world that only exists in your pursuit."

Wuming lowered his head slightly, "Well, I probably know who you are."

"Yes, I am the one who saved you and gave you a long life at the same time." Luo Xuan withdrew his hand.

"Thank you so much." Nameless looked at Luo Xuan seriously.

"Hahaha, it doesn't have to be like that, it's just a transaction." Luo Xuan seemed to be amused, and smiled happily, "Besides, being grateful by a ruthless person always feels weird."

"Thank me, let's wait until you find yourself again." Luo Xuan got up, "Now, let me lead you to start your new life."

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