The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 324 Arriving in Foshan again, a strange event at the book stand

Guangdong, Foshan.

It was late autumn, and a torrential rain came suddenly.

In the dense rainy atmosphere, the sturdy driver stepped on the pedals of the rickshaw, with splashes on the soles of his shoes. After driving for a while, he stopped at the corner of the street to catch his breath.

The man was wearing a vest, wiped the sweat from his face, and asked again: "Little brother, where are you going? You can't explain clearly."

The people in the car sat quietly, wearing simple casual clothes, peaked caps, and black and white hair, which was really weird, and there was a faint evil look between their eyebrows and eyes.

"It's all gone."

Chen Zhuo took a look and saw the busy traffic on the street. He had the illusion of a world away. He felt familiar and strange at the same time.

He asked softly, "Have you heard of the Golden Tower?"

The coachman shook his head like a rattle.

Advertising on the street is broadcasting the recent big events that have shocked the world.

Tokyo, Japan will hold the "No. 300 Martial Arts Competition in the World". There is no age limit, no gender limit, and no nationality limit. Anyone can sign up for the competition. So many.

And it was rumored that a meteorite fell in Tokyo a month and a half ago, engraved with the secret of becoming an immortal, and a strange scripture, which will also become one of the prizes of this competition.

As soon as the news came out, martial artists from all over the world went crazy and prepared to rush to Tokyo.

Accompanied by it, the industry of brokers has also prospered, as well as the chaebols of all parties, and the forces of various countries are also very excited. Apart from the bonus that makes countless people excited, the most important thing is the meteorite.

Although Chen Zhuo knew that this world was not the world he experienced, he was still disappointed.

It really doesn't leave any traces.

The coachman took a break, his thoughts seemed to turn a corner, and he hurriedly said: "Little brother, you are talking about the Republic Building, it has been gone for many years."

Chen Zhuo's eyes lit up and he replied: "It doesn't matter, just go there and have a look."

Now that the "Martial Arts Conference" has been prepared by Fire Cloud Evil God and the Japanese Prime Minister, he can just go around this land of China and look for the shadow of the past.

Internal strength relies on hard work day and night, but the growth and breakthrough of spiritual cultivation relies on spiritual enlightenment.

The coachman responded cheerfully, exerted strength again, and rode his rickshaw into the rain.

"Little brother, are you here for a trip? Your accent doesn't sound like a southerner."

Chen Zhuo looked at the buildings in his eyes and said with a smile, "That's right. Let's go back to our old place and come and have a look."

The coachman was very talkative, it was the first time he met a guest like Chen Zhuo, although he looked weird, but his demeanor was unusual, he quickly laughed and said: "Hehe, little brother, you are joking, right? It is said that it was built in the Qing Dynasty, and many important events happened in it, and there are many important figures, you are young, no matter what, you are not revisiting the old place.”

Chen Zhuo smiled without saying a word.

He just said that he was speechless all the way. The coachman turned left and right, and finally rode into an old street.

Riding all the way to the end of the street, the coachman pointed to a dilapidated old house and said: "Here we are, did you see it? It's there. I heard that it was bombed during the Anti-Japanese War, and the back was deserted. After several wars, it disappeared. Then A lot of new houses have been built, and they are all old now."

"Thank you!"

Chen Zhuo glanced around and handed the other party a few Hong Kong dollars. After the coachman left happily, he opened the umbrella he brought and stood under an eaves, watching the wind and rain in front of him, the old streets and alleys.

The rainy atmosphere is soft, the old street is deserted, many walls are still written with torn characters, there is only a tailor's shop with a half-closed wooden door, and a bookstall with a shed.

The stall owner was a gray-haired old man, wearing a vest, shorts, flip flops, lying on a couch, swinging a cattail fan in his hand, as if taking a nap, with a chubby fat cat lying on his feet.

On the street, several children and teenagers were chasing and chattering.

Chen Zhuo stood there for a long time and shook his head. The world has changed, and everything has changed.

Just as he was looking at it in the rain, the old man on the bookstall sat upright at some point and looked over thoughtfully. His brows sometimes became tangled and sometimes relaxed, and his expression changed again and again.

After a long time, the old man moved his lips, as if he couldn't bear it at last, and said, "Young man, have we met somewhere?"

Chen Zhuo glanced at the other party, shook his head and said, "You've got the wrong person."

The old man pushed up his reading glasses, stood up and took a closer look, then slapped his bald forehead and said to himself: "Look at my memory, I'm confused again. I can't tell the difference between people in dreams and reality." clear."

Chen Zhuo smiled, and was about to leave, but the old man murmured again: "I'll just say, how could the leader of the Shenzhou League really appear in front of me."

Chen Zhuo's steps froze for an instant, and his body shook violently, as if he had been struck by lightning. Then he looked back with a strange expression. After a moment of silence, he softly asked, "Did you talk about the China Alliance earlier?"

The old man sat on the recliner, shook the cattail fan, and while arranging the books on the bookstall, he said slowly: "Yes, I dreamed in my dream. I not only dreamed of the Shenzhou League, but I also entered the Golden Tower in the dream. See There are many people here, and they are all heroes.”

Chen Zhuo was really taken aback. He looked at the old man again. What he looked at was not the appearance of the other party, but the look in the eyes of the other party. In a trance, time and time seemed to intertwine. This old man's appearance was easy to change, and he changed Became a familiar person.

The old man still said to himself: "I was a novelist in the dream. It is strange to say that it is obviously just a dream, but I can always remember it very clearly. After a long time, I always confuse reality with everything in the dream. , was almost sent to a mental hospital."

novelist?
Chen Zhuo immediately thought of something, he had seen this person before.

The old man wiped the foam off the book cover, but ignored Chen Zhuo's reaction, as if he regarded it as a treasure.

Chen Zhuo took a closer look, and when he saw the books in the old man's arms, his cheeks twitched, his eyelids kept trembling, his pupils shrank, and his expression changed.

Those were a few novels, but the paper had turned yellow, obviously it was old.

"Shenzhou Juyi?"

Chen Zhuo opened it casually, but he was stunned on the spot, because the content of Gein's book was actually what happened in the golden building that year.

He suddenly turned his head and stared straight at the stall owner's back, his eyes were cloudy and uncertain, but he felt that the other party was just an ordinary old man, so Chen Zhuo looked at the plot in the book in disbelief, and waited for a while to start over. Turning to the end, he closed it with a "bang", his breath floated, he closed his eyes and took a long breath, his chest couldn't stop heaving.

"Dream?"

The old man murmured: "Oh, many things in the dream did not happen in reality. Maybe it is really something wrong with my brain."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Chen Zhuo earnestly and sized him up again. He didn't know what he was muttering, and finally shook his head and said, "How can there be two people who are so similar in this world? That person is different, but the aura exuding from his body is too similar."

While the old man was talking, he suddenly found a picture from an old book. It was a picture, black and white, just like a copy.

The stall owner pointed to the person sitting in the middle and said, "Look, does the person in the middle resemble you?"

Looking at the photo in the painting, Chen Zhuo was stunned for a moment...

(End of this chapter)