The Last Mecha

Chapter 100 Salted fish, talk about boxing

The smell of burnt protein wafts through the streets. Among the miserable ruins, you can see charred and blackened limbs exposed from under the ruins everywhere. A little bit of drizzle hits the top, like hot oil in a pan, bursts of white Qi, its shape is tragic.

Wu Gou shook his head, and picked off the dark brown dry blood clot on his thigh with his fingers. The stern knife wound stretched all the way from his shoulder to his elbow. The bones were visible deep inside. It was like a fog.

Seriously injured, without any treatment, his wound slowly glued together, making small movements mixed with the sound of rain, and soon there was only a thin crack left, and the dark blood and stains were automatically pushed out.

Wu Gou shook his arm, his angular muscles undulating in the rain, steaming like a piece of red-hot iron.

He took out the last rain-soaked cigarette from his trouser belt full of holes and put it in his mouth, only then did he realize that he had lost his lighter.

"I really should save that guy's life first." He smiled to himself and murmured.

Then his eyes burst out fiercely, his right hand clenched the Tang sword inserted into the ground, and swiped vigorously, the lights in the rain were cut into pieces, the ruins twenty steps away were cut off in the middle, and pieces of paper were blown into the sky.

Behind that, stood the first Sukolan girl, the flower basket in her hand was beaten by the rain, leaving only a few green branches and leaves.

"What's your name?"

The man's tall figure covered the sky, the rain poured down his wet head, his expression was like steel.

"Shirley Cotter."

The corners of the girl's lips fluttered, and the bleak night scene was frozen in the sky blue eyes.

"Not this, this name, I already knew it."

"Don't hide."

As soon as Wu Gou finished speaking, the raindrops flying all over the sky froze immediately, and the time of the whole world froze at this point. The scenery around him slowly peeled off like a three-dimensional mural. In the endless gray space, there was only a thin young man with clear eyes left.

In the ocean of thinking, he found the young soul hidden deep.

The middle-aged man and the young man looked at each other face to face, and due to the difference of two head heights, one looked up and the other looked down. If they were said to be father and son, no one would believe the eyebrows, eyes and expressions carved out of the same mold.

"You are Wu Gou."

He said so in his prime.

The child in front of him nodded, shook his head again, and pointed his thin fingers back and forth at the two of them.

I am you.

He seemed to be saying.

Wu Gou opened his eyes and saw that the lone moon was already at more than half the height. He took a deep breath, lightly tapped his head twice with his knuckles, and then sat up, crossing his fingers and resting his chin.

Breaking through the wall for the second time, he fell into the ocean of thinking again. Originally, this should only happen when the energy level is above 10.

But now, it has happened to him twice in succession, and the coincidence is no longer explainable. The reason is probably related to his discovery this time.

Sure enough, just as he thought.The souls of a hundred years later and the present exist in this body at the same time, and they have acquired each other's memories at the same time and influence each other.

This confirms the principle of soul projection, and also explains the overly gentle and righteous side of his character, as well as the reason why his memory of a hundred years ago is still so clear.

The child seemed to be afraid of being born, so he gave up all the control of this body to himself, and quietly hid aside.

Wu Gou could vaguely understand his thoughts in his heart, after all, this was himself once.

Get the truth out, at least for now, and that's all there is to it.

The two souls provided him with more choices for his future development path, but that was after.

Once again, images flashed through Wu Gou's mind, the girl selling flowers, Russell, Breton who was indistinguishable from humans and demons, some memories that can't be called good or bad came to mind in the past hundred years.

He took a deep breath, sat up slowly, and poked his fingers into the crack of the bed. The value on the Qi detector had suddenly jumped to a new height.

5.58.

Qi refining method, Five Elements Pill, and Qiongqi Swallowing Blood, he used everything he had in his hands to directly push his Qi to a new height.

The extreme sense of emptiness came, and Wu Gou once had the illusion that his body had become transparent. Even if he didn't forcefully concentrate, he could still feel the weak Qi moving in his body.

He squeezed hard on his lean knuckles, and felt an inexhaustible force gushing out of them like a spring.

The threshold of 5 can be regarded as a relatively big breakthrough. On this basis, he can make some attempts for the most basic condensate among the six great practices of Qimen, Daotian and Tian.

But I'm afraid I'm running out of time tonight.

The agreement with Jiang Mulin was vivid in his mind, Wu Gou was not qualified to let that pigeon go now.

At least not on the first night.

The Jiangsong Martial Art Museum was dimly lit, and it was nearly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Even on this busiest street in the concession, there were no people to be seen. Occasionally, a policeman with a leather helmet on his head walked by casually.

Wu Gou gently pushed open the side door, and it was quiet inside. Jiang Song's entertainment activities in this era are not rich enough. Before night buses in all-night pubs quietly hang up signs everywhere, going to bed early is the habit of most people.

He walked lightly, walking through the empty lobby, a row of dark shadows hung on the beams in the distance, cutting out large groups of shadows under the moonlight.

Wu Gou thought it was ham at first, until after he walked in, the bright moonlight tore off the veil, and the ten eyeballs on the ground and on the beam met silently.

Out of politeness, he nodded and strode past.

Thirty steps away, there was a light flickering in the courtyard gate. Wu Gou poked his head out, and saw Jiang Mulin squatting in a horse stance, and then he slashed open with his palm.

He turned around and looked at Wu Gou with a smile: "Here we are, very on time. Did you see those salted fish hanging in the main hall? I will be punished for doing bad things in the Xingyi Sect."

"What bad things did they do?" Wu Gou looked up into his dark eyes and asked.

"It's not a bad thing. A group of brats are mischievous, but there must be rules in the door. They are willing to do it, and I am willing to punish them. It happens to be good for the waist and legs." Then passed it on, "Go to sleep."

It was as if those salted fish jumped into the water, and soon disappeared.

He turned around and touched his head, "Come on, let's talk about boxing."

"What does Master Jiang want to teach me?"

Wu Gou's face was sullen, trying hard to hide his excitement.

"You think I'm going to teach you something."

"Half-step Bengquan? Six-step Absolute Sword?"

"You're so beautiful, my four salted fishes still can't learn much, you want to run before you have long legs? Can I lend you a wheel?"

"That"

"You are not a member of my school, so I can't tell you the specific boxing method of Xingyi. I pointed you out to let you enter the door of martial arts, and to match your reaction like a little beast when you were born. Extreme kid, he may not be your opponent."

"Why does Master Jiang want me to beat him so much?"

Jiang Mulin didn't answer, but then slapped Wu Gou lightly on the head, and the crisp sound of "slap" was heard far away.

"Get ready to start, straighten your legs, imagine, there's someone in front of you trying to hit you, what do you do?"

"Don't let go of your hands like this, so you're not empty? If you meet a smart opponent, you won't be able to eat."

"Look, with this footwork, if you're like me, your figure can be twice as fast. If you're faster, you'll have fewer openings. Hey—yes, you're a smart kid, you're good for fighting."

"But remember, I came from the Xingyi sect, and I'm not allowed to point my fists at ordinary people. Whoever dares to let me see, the status of master and apprentice will end here."

"But I've made it clear to you, I'll ask you to come over at night, and I'll tell you this, so I don't expect to hide it from outsiders. In the arena, if you don't play better, you'll embarrass me."

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This night was very long, so long that it made Wu Gou miss the most peaceful and pure time in his previous life.

　The first few chapters are really a bit sick. I just wanted to take half a chapter and a chapter to simply expand a little bit of the world view, but the pictures in my mind kept coming.

　　This is not quite like the rhythm of a web novel. If it is broken, it may be okay to read the whole book, but it is really painful for those who follow up.Apologize, bow, and fumble again.

　　At the same time, I am also very grateful to the brothers who wrote it like this and said it is beautiful and encouraging, so that my moral heart will not collapse.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)