Gou is passive in high martial arts

Chapter 1 Tomato Scrambled Eggs and Steamed Buns

"Beep...beep..."

With trembling wrists, Chen Kuang flipped the spatula, carefully paying attention to the heat of the tomato scrambled eggs.

Holding the phone on the side of his head, he waited for the other end of the call to connect.

"Doo—hello, this is the public security command center, please tell me."

Soft, melodious, formulaic female voice.

Ah……

Chen Kuang smiled, turned off the gas stove, and poured tomato scrambled eggs into the plate.

Take a pair of chopsticks, carry the plate, walk into the living room, and gently place it on the coffee table.

He sat down on the sofa.

Probably hearing laughter, the operator hesitated: "Hello, what can I do?"

Chen Kuang picked up a chopstick and tasted the tomato scrambled eggs. It was delicious in color, fragrance, and it was indeed the most perfect one so far.

"Do you like scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

he asks.

"...Sir, you will be detained for making malicious calls to the public security."

"Uh, let me just ask, it's not that serious, right? I really have something to do."

"Please explain the situation as soon as possible."

"Okay...I want to surrender, I killed three people."

"what?"

Chen Kuang glanced down. His clothes below the waist were all soaked in dark red, and the legs of his trousers were especially wet. When he was walking around and cooking just now, the blood was dragged all over the floor.

On the sofa next to it and on the ground, there are a middle-aged man and two young men.

The three of them had already fallen asleep and fell into a baby-like sleep.

Chen Kuang felt the dizziness caused by lack of oxygen, he reported a series of addresses, and leaned back:
"You should know why soon...I posted everything on the Internet, about a murder case 17 years ago, it's useless to delete it, someone will help me spread it...cough cough...ha... "

"Sir? Sir?!"

Chen Kuang pressed his thumb and hung up the phone.

The corners of the mouth curled up, and the fishy sweetness welled up in the throat.

The lungs seem to have been punctured...

In suffocation, sank into darkness.

……

In Cangyuan [-], Liang was destroyed by Zhou.

The Black Armored Army broke through Liangdu, the head of Emperor Liang, including General Huo Hengxuan, more than [-] people in the palace were captured that day, and they were imprisoned in Liangdu's prison.

The dark dungeon is located underground, and oil lamps are only lit every ten feet in the aisle.

The dull and humid air, the strong smell of decay and stench, even the flames seem to be dying.

The soldiers acting as temporary jailers opened the heavy iron prison door at the end, and only a trace of cold wind and rain from the outside world penetrated, allowing the air to flow.

"Hurry up! Do you think you are a general?! Let me in!"

"Snapped!"

Corps leader Li Erhuang yelled and kicked the old man with disheveled hair into the cell.

The old man's hands and feet were cut off, the chain pierced through the lute bone, and his flesh was bloody.

"Cough cough... uh... cough..."

The old man lay on the ground and coughed weakly a few times. His whole body was covered with cuts and bruises, and the wounds were deep enough to show the bones.

He tried to get up, but he had no hands or feet, and the chrysalis slipped and fell on the dirt on the ground.

The soldiers all laughed.

Li Erhuang took out a steamed bun from the lunch box in his hand and threw it on the old man's head.

The shriveled steamed bun jumped and rolled to the side, spilling crumbs all over the floor.

Seeing the steamed bun, the old man immediately crawled over it with all his strength, clamped it up with trembling wrists, gobbled it up, and almost choked on it.

"Hahaha good! Mr. Li threw it really accurately!"

"What big beam kills the god, really looks like a dog!"

The jailers made fun of them enough, so they distributed steamed buns later.

In the next cell was a court musician.

Before the city was broken, Emperor Liang was still enjoying singing and dancing in Jinghe Hall!

This musician was also unlucky. After experiencing Liang Dixiao's head, his colleagues were killed, paralyzed by fright, and fell into a coma with a fever for three full days in the prison.

Li Erhuang thought about it, he was in a coma for three days without a drop of water, this musician should also die.

Just collecting the corpse...

Unexpectedly, when he walked to the prison door, he saw a young man in rough white linen standing upright in the center of the cell, under the half-shielded dim light, his eyes were as terrifying as cold stars.

At first glance, it even looks like a life-threatening ghost in a storybook!
Li Erhuang was startled immediately, and shouted sharply:
"Are you a human or a ghost?!"

"Boss Li, what are you talking about?" "Isn't this the blind man? Where is the ghost?" The soldiers were stunned.

——The court musicians have a chance to see the secrets of the palace, and blindness can improve hearing sensitivity, so they must be blind from childhood.

Li Erhuang took a closer look, the young man lowered his head, a handsome outline could be vaguely seen on his thin face, but his eyes were empty and unfocused, as expected he was still the blind man.

This person is actually still alive, just looking at this dazed appearance, I'm afraid he was burned stupid!
"Huh..." He breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard his subordinates sniggering, momentarily annoyed.

"Hey, blind man, come and eat!"

Li Erhuang Bangbang knocked on the railing, and saw the young man walking slowly.

Turning his eyes, he spit quietly on the steamed bun in his hand, and then stretched out his hand to pass it out.

Seeing this, the soldiers behind him winked and laughed.

Obviously, for them, teasing this "blind man" is also a great pleasure.

Although I expected to open my eyes again, I would either be in a hospital or in a cell, but I didn't expect it to be in this way...

Chen Kuang lowered his eyes, and there were a few lines of small characters hanging in the lower right corner of his vision.

If you don't pay attention, you may even think it is an illusion.

[You have digested the longevity medicine and obtained the passive "flesh Ganoderma lucidum": your flesh and blood can be regenerated almost infinitely, and it is comparable to the essence of heaven and earth. Eating it can prolong life and heal diseases. 】

[Your eye disease has been completely cured, and you have gained passive "seeing fire": your eyesight has been greatly enhanced, and at the same time, you can see through all falsehoods and disguises. 】

[You have nothing to do all day, except eat and sleep, just like a child, and get the passive "fetal breath method": the way is natural, you live without doing anything, and every breath you take is a cycle of exhaling and breathing the aura of heaven and earth. 】

[You successfully condensed the first air point, reached the ninth-grade pulse opening state, and obtained the passive "acupoint rebellion": all your acupuncture points are disordered and upside down, completely different from ordinary people. 】

This is from time travel with him...Goldfinger.

One will record his daily experiences and turn it into a passive status bar.

Although his life has been relatively boring these years, he still reads novels to pass the time and quickly accepts the reality.

and another memory.

With the same name and surname, when he was six years old, his family was poor, his eyes were blinded by his parents, and he was sold to a musician as an apprentice in exchange for a bucket of rice.

A bucket of rice...

In this era, it can barely feed a family of three for a month.

Entering the palace, it was silent, and finally got a compliment from Emperor Liang, thinking that hope was finally coming.

Then... the country is broken.

Chen Kuang frowned, he had no memory of the so-called "longevity medicine".

In memory, only he and a group of musicians were summoned by Emperor Liang to perform in Jinghe Hall.

After the song was over, Emperor Liang gave him fine wine, and he drank it...

Then there is no more then.

When he opened his eyes again, he was firmly pressed to the ground by the Da Zhou soldiers who broke into the hall.

All around, the body parts of other musicians lay scattered on the ground...

On the main hall, Emperor Liang sat crookedly on the dragon chair, his head already gone.

The original body was paralyzed from fright, and had a fever for three days in the prison, and died on the spot, which gave Chen Kuang a chance to be reborn.

"Damn blind, are you really a fool?!"

Li Erhuang cursed a few words.

Only then did Chen Kuang reach out his hand, pretending to grope for it, and took the steamed bun expressionlessly.

His eyes fell on the sticky yellow phlegm dripping from the steamed bun, he paused, and slowly tore off the skin of the steamed bun.

The soldiers went to the next room...

In the cell, one big and one small, are Mrs. Liang Guo and the little princess.

The males with malicious intentions surrounded the scene for a while, seeming to have some scruples, and they didn't dare to do anything.

The beautiful Mrs. Liang Guo would rather die than follow, and finally only got half a steamed bun. When the soldiers left, she hugged the four-year-old little princess and wept.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, her expression changed a few times, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she looked out of the cell as if her eyes were dead.

The little princess was so hungry that she grabbed the steamed bun and gnawed it.

But because I was changing teeth, it was very difficult to gnaw, and after gnawing for a long time, only the skin of the steamed bread was wet.

She looked up and saw the tear stains on the woman's face, and reluctantly broke off a piece, handed it to Mrs. Liang Guo, and wiped her tears with her small palm.

"Mom, you eat, don't cry."

She has a serious expression: "I'm full... I won't cry."

Mrs. Liang Guo was startled, subconsciously swallowed her saliva, then shook her head, smiled and said softly: "Ying'er is good, mother is not hungry..."

"Snapped!"

Mrs. Liang Guo was taken aback, but saw a steamed bun with a bumpy surface rolling over.

"Give it to you."

She turned her head, only to see the young man half-sitting in the darkness, unable to see clearly.

　ps: dog, but not very dog, longevity, but atypical longevity
　　
　
(End of this chapter)