The Fairy: From the Traveling Merchant

Chapter 2 Traveling Merchant
Apart from complaining, Zhao Chen was quite surprised at the strength shown by the two martial arts masters in the field.

You know, whether it is the strange flexibility displayed by the "yellow shirt gunslinger", or the cheap master's ability to cross a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, and avoid bullets, it is not something ordinary people can do...

Their performance is already comparable to the "Wonderful Heroes" in the anti-war drama!While Zhao Chen was feeling emotional, a trace of doubt also arose in his heart, that is: Isn't it a foul to use the revolver?Can guns still be used in a contest?

He thought for a while, looked at the burly Senior Brother Feng beside him, and considering the other party's rather polite attitude when he led him into the East Wing just now, he asked tentatively: "Senior Brother, you can use the revolver during the competition... A round of firecrackers?"

Seeing and asking, Feng Cang, who was worried since Master Huang was shot, frowned, but maybe he knew that this junior who had just started for two days didn't understand many things, or maybe he wanted to relieve his nervousness mood, so I replied:

"As a type of weapon, firecrackers can of course be used in martial arts competitions. Powerful weapons themselves are part of a warrior's strength. If firecrackers are banned, should other hidden weapons, crossbows, etc. be banned as well? Some The sect uses these as the main means of attack..."

He paused at this point, as if he had regained some confidence, and continued, "Also, junior brother, have you forgotten? Our master's special skill is the golden dart, which is also a hidden weapon!"

I know this, Master Huang is the so-called "golden dart" who "shocks red gold with one dart"!This nickname sounds very loud at first, but the so-called "Chijin" refers to the two townships of Bingquan Town, Chijin Town and Jinwan Township around Chijin Mountain, and the dozen or so villages under them... country master...

While sorting out the information about Master Huang Xianjun that just appeared in his mind, Zhao Chen complained in his heart.

At this moment, Huang and Jia, who had experienced a brief confrontation in the center of the courtyard, also flew towards each other and started a close fight.

Huang Xianjun's palms are wide open and closed, and every move and style is full of strength; while the slender Jia Zhengming is like a loach, slippery and always dodging the opponent's fists when there is no time to send , but under the pressure of the opponent's fist, there is no counterattack.

It's not that the "yellow shirt gunslinger" doesn't want to use the revolver anymore, but that after shooting three rounds at close range, there are only two bullets left in his gun. Without a great chance of hitting, he would rather lead than fire. In this way, part of Master Huang's attention was drawn.

What's more, Huang Xianjun is old after all, and his shoulder has been seriously injured, so it will be more beneficial for Jia Zhengming to spend so much time.

As for reloading on the spot?That is courting death in a contest of the same level!
And Zhao Chen's cheap master obviously also realized this, so after the experienced veteran owner lost the palm strength of his right hand again, he took advantage of the moment of interlacing with the opponent to suddenly lift his left hand, which was unable to move due to injury, arm, pointing the fingertips at the opponent's throat.

Seeing this, the eyeballs of the "Yellow Shirt Gunner" suddenly turned into light golden vertical pupils, and then the slender neck moved a few centimeters inconceivably.

The next moment, a golden light that could hardly be caught by the naked eye shot past his neck, and went straight to the courtyard wall on the south side of the courtyard, making a small hole in the wall.

At the same time, Jia Zhengming finally seized the opportunity to activate the firecracker again, aiming at Huang Xianjun's head and heart, and fired the remaining two bullets in the wheel.

"master!"

"Master Huang!"

"Old Huang!"

Seeing such a dangerous situation, all the disciples and friends of Master Huang in the east wing exclaimed in unison, and even a few disciples with outstanding skills flew up, ready to meet Master Huang back.

At this critical moment, the owner of Huang Xianjun's ears twitched slightly, and then, regardless of his identity, he took advantage of the situation and fell back, using the iron bridge and the donkey to roll to avoid two bullets fired at close range.

Snapped!Snapped!
Looking at the smoke and dust raised by the bullets on the white sand, the owner of the hall Huang Xianjun wanted to rally and strike again, but his body suddenly felt empty, and his whole body's meridians also felt severe pain.

He raised his head and glanced at the "yellow shirt gunslinger" who calmly opened the runner not far away and pressed bullets into it. He knew that his opponent had completely seen through his details, and if he continued to entangle, he would only lose even worse, or even die. So he had to raise his hand and shouted to the witnesses in the north:
"I surrender!"

As soon as his words fell, the members of the Sand Snake Gang in the West Wing room immediately cheered like ghosts and wolves. Only the leader of the gang, Ye Liwang, stared at Huang Xianjun, the "Golden Dart" with a smile. Full of ferocity.

The martial arts disciples in the east wing couldn't believe that the master would really lose, and they hung their heads in frustration after a long while.

Only Senior Brother Feng remained calm, picked up the sore medicine and bandages and rushed to the center of the courtyard where the master fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Chen glanced at the brothers around him who had already started to have their own thoughts due to the defeat of the master Huang, and combined with the information about the cheap master that just emerged in his mind, he roughly deduced the reason and follow-up of this martial arts competition Influence:

"According to the related memory that emerged from the original owner, Master Huang Xianjun of the Golden Dart Martial Art Museum was originally the leading figure of the rivers and lakes forces in the two towns of Chijin Mountain, one township, and Shibazhuang. He was the host of the underground rules in this area and enjoyed a high reputation.

"The leader of the 'Sand Snake Gang' was the defeated under Master Huang and had to abide by the rules he made, so he lost a lot of benefits and has always held a grudge.

"So, he somehow invited this 'yellow shirt gunslinger', intending to rely on this person's force to win Master Huang's current position by martial arts and re-establish the underground order.

"I just don't know why my cheap master agreed to the martial arts competition...well, either there was an agreement earlier, or someone caught some reason and had to fight.

"But now that the 'Golden Dart' has lost, in the future, the so-called two towns and one township of Bingquan, Chijin, and Jinwan will be what the 'Sand Snake Gang' says... No wonder Master Huang and his apprentices have their own ideas... …

"But these should all have to do with me... well, it has little to do with the original owner... According to the information I got from the servant on the way to the front yard just now, my body is the second son of a wealthy businessman in this town, and I am the second son of a rich businessman in this town. People aren't too involved."

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Chen still had no clue about the murderer who killed the original owner, so he had to give up.

At this time, "Golden Dartman" Huang Xianjun had simply bandaged the wound on his shoulder with the help of Senior Brother Feng, and recovered a little strength. Then he cupped his hands to "Yellow Shirt Gunner" Jia Zhengming not far away and said:
"Your Excellency is so skillful, you are worthy of being a disciple of 'Desert Flying Eagle'...

"Your Excellency should have already cultivated true energy, and even opened his eyes, otherwise he would definitely not be able to hide from my 'golden dart'...

"I just don't know, since your Excellency has become a monk, why did you come to this remote town to make things difficult for an ordinary warrior?"

"Yellow Shirt Gunner" Jia Zhengming didn't rush to answer, but put the revolver back into the holster on his waist first, then shook his head like two bullets buckled upside down and said, "I owe you" Sand Snake's favor, I have to come,..."

After a brief explanation, he changed the topic, stared at the fingers of Huang Xianjun's left hand and said, "Besides, you are not an ordinary warrior!
"If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid you used to be a cultivator in the realm of mana, and the so-called 'Golden Dart' is one of your natal spells.

"However, the decline of the 'Golden Dart' spell to such an extent shows that your mana and essence have been completely abolished, and you can only rely on your own blood and spirit to force it... But even so, the magical powers once possessed by the mana realm still remain After a while, ordinary monks in the realm of true energy may not be your opponents.

"It was a bit of luck that I escaped just now."

The two bragged to each other for a while in accordance with the usual business, completely ignoring the fact that they almost killed each other just now, and the sound was so loud that everyone watching the excitement around could hear it.

Mana... Refinement... Cultivator... Martial arts in this world are really not that simple!Although the golden dart fired by the left hand of the cheap master just now is not as powerful as the revolver, but the shooting speed is far faster than ordinary bullets... Is that a spell?
Zhao Chen really wanted to hear them brag a little more, but it was a pity that these two contestants had already entered the main hall with the rest of the "big shots" in the town to discuss the distribution of benefits.

Just when he was feeling sorry, the servant Fengqu suddenly ran over and said out of breath:

"Second young master, the master sent someone to tell you not to stay in the martial arts hall today and go home early."

master?That is, the father of my body?He's there too?While his thoughts were spinning rapidly, Zhao Chen asked calmly, "Master? Master is here too?"

Feng Qu glanced at his young master, and said in a strange tone: "Didn't the master sit there just now?"

While speaking, he pointed to the row of seats in front of the main hall on the north side of the yard.

It turns out that my father in this body is also one of the "big shots" in the town!No wonder that Senior Brother Feng took such good care of me... Then, there may be one more person who killed "me" behind the scenes... so that "my" father and "my" master broke up?
Could it be a conspiracy by the "Sand Snake Gang"?
When Zhao Chen was thinking wildly, he didn't notice that there was a young man with greasy hair and pink noodles at the gate of the martial arts hall, who looked him up and down several times in surprise, as if he was confirming something.

After a while, the man turned around and left the martial arts hall, and ran towards the east street of Bingquan Town with the hem of his gown in hand.

After passing through several alleys, he came to a single-family house, pushed the door and walked in.

In the courtyard, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest who was drying herbs. He looked good, and he seemed to have a sense of immortality, but he was blind in one eye, which somewhat destroyed his sanctimonious image.

At this moment, when the Taoist saw the young man coming in, he stroked his long beard and asked with a smile, "Is it done?"

"No, then Zhao Chen is still alive and well! Daoist Master Fang Xuzi, is your curse reliable?" The young man with greasy hair and noodles shouted angrily, "Don't expect my sister to get Zhao Chen if you are like this." The thing that my master hid."

"How could it be? In order to successfully cast the spell, we have used Feng Shui evil energy to eliminate his energy for several months, and the process of setting up the altar was also very smooth..." The Taoist named Fang Xuzi frowned upon hearing this, He asked, "Can you see clearly, is he really all right?"

"I can see it clearly! Besides, Zhao Chen also watched the competition between the Golden Dart Martial Arts Academy and the Sand Snake Gang. Many people can testify." The young man said dissatisfiedly, "Could it be your curse spell?"

"The effect of my spell is unquestionable... Well, I suspect that there is something wrong with the casting medium you gave me earlier, maybe it is not Zhao Chen's belongings... So, you go and get an item that is sure to belong to him, I will set up the altar again to cast a spell tonight." Fang Xuzi gave a new plan after deliberation.

"That's the only way to go." The young man hesitated for a long time before finally nodding his head.

After the young man left, the Taoist sighed and thought to himself: "If I hadn't encountered a catastrophe and lost all my magic power, how could I have fallen to this point...

"The star god came to the world, and his fate is impermanent!"

……

"Second young master, I heard that Yan San, the master of the 'Yellow Shirt Gunner', 'Desert Flying Eagle', once single-handedly wiped out a group of horse thieves entrenched near Halle, and he likes to let the enemy guess that he is going to fire. Are there any bullets in the gun..."

"Second Young Master, I heard that Sanxia Yan is ranked third among the 'Seven Heroes of Monan', and the two sworn brothers above him are all masters in the realm of mana."

"Second Young Master, I heard that a noble lady came from the county town, and the deacon of the Li family in the county town personally received her."

"Second young master, go this way. Recently, several households in the east of the town have lost their roosters for no apparent reason. It is rumored that there is a 'chicken thief' operating in that area..."

On the way back to the original owner's house, in order to obtain more information, Zhao Chen had to endure the "attack" of the original owner's servant.

Fortunately, hard work always pays off. Through Feng Qu's series of thoughts under his deliberate guidance, Zhao Chen got a general idea of ​​the original owner of the body and some basic information about his family.

"The original owner of the body happened to be called Zhao Chen... Heh, let's take it as 'just right'...Father Zhao Song is a well-known wine merchant and local tyrant near Bingquan Town and even Chijin Mountain, monopolizing all the wine making business in two towns and one township .

"Zhao Chen is 14 years old this year, the second in the family, with a crowned brother above, a younger sister under 3 years old and a newborn younger brother below.

"But the younger siblings were born by the father's step-wife, Zhao Chen and the eldest brother's biological mother has died of illness...

"Zhao Chen's stepmother, Mrs. Li, is the concubine daughter of the guardian of Bingquan Town, and the guardian is a descendant of the prefect Li's family... It is also because of this relationship that the original owner's father, Zhao Song, can monopolize the trade routes near Chijin Mountain... No wonder he can serve as a 'big shot' to witness the contest.

"So, according to the routine of ordinary novels, could it be this stepmother who secretly assassinated the original owner?
"But it doesn't make sense. Even if it's critical, it should kill my cheap brother first... Could it be that the big brother has already been killed?"

While Zhao Chen was perfunctorily meditating on the chattering servant Fengqu, the two had already arrived in front of a house that was many times more magnificent than the Golden Dart Martial Arts Hall.

Under the guidance of the servant, the two of them did not go through the main entrance, but entered through the corner gate, passed through two courtyards, and entered a small single-family building.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Zhao Chen frowned. Although the decoration here is gorgeous, and all kinds of expensive furniture and utensils are complete, the layout is so awkward no matter how you look at it...

"Even with my superficial feng shui knowledge, I can see several things that are wrong, not to mention..."

After wandering around the room with his footsteps, Zhao Chen's eyes locked on the mirror in the bedroom facing the door.

The layout here is actually the same as his room in the martial arts hall, with a full-length mirror facing the bedroom door!

Could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes wanted to use Feng Shui to kill me?Well, in my original world, Feng Shui may not have that great effect, but it may not be so effective in this world... Thinking of this, Zhao Chen wanted to ask about Feng Qu, but swallowed the words before leaving his mouth.

Now he is not sure that the original owner's servant is trustworthy, and if he asks this rashly, he may startle the snake.

Next, after sending away Fengqu and a few maidservants who wanted to come up to show their courtesies, Zhao Chen finally obtained a solitary environment, and he breathed out a turbid breath, and his mood relaxed a lot.

It's tiring to act like this when you don't know anything, you still have to get the memory of the original owner as soon as possible!

What is certain now is that the murderer who killed the original owner did not dare to commit crimes in public and could only use assassination methods, but his method of killing is still unknown...

Heh, I am so actively planning to replace the original owner, am I a little too quick to accept the matter of "time travel"?
But I really don’t miss the original world too much. From the very beginning, I have an attitude of what comes and goes... Maybe this has something to do with my previous global travel adventures?After all, this time I just went a little further...

What's more, I don't have any relatives to tie me down, and those buddies who have a good relationship don't mean they can't live without me.

After a few self-deprecating words, Zhao Chen, who was chewing on the word "transcendence", suddenly remembered the golden light that brought him into this world in his dream, and quickly said tentatively to himself:
"Goldfinger? System? Grandpa?
"Are you there?"

However, there was silence all around, and there was no reaction at all.

Zhao Chen muttered a few more words unwillingly, but still didn't gain anything, so he murmured to himself silently:
"No, how come you don't have any 'benefits' as a time traveler? It's not logical."

In his mind, those who can "travel" successfully must be relied on, otherwise why can they travel through the world unscathed?

Whether there is a treasure by your side, or there is a powerful secret help, or the luck is amazing, there must be one.

Just when he was frustrated and wanted to give up, a severe dizziness rushed to his forehead.

This dizziness came quickly and urgently, extremely abrupt!

"This... seems like the original owner had a similar feeling before his death..."

As soon as this thought flashed through Zhao Chen's mind, he suddenly lost consciousness.

He seemed to be drawn into the boundless darkness, and when he woke up again, he was already in a palace that looked resplendent but illusory.

It is said to be resplendent because it is decorated with gold leaf on the floors, walls, seats, and desks. The lines on it seem to contain all kinds of mysteries, which are constantly intertwined and evolving. It is very extraordinary at a glance.

And it is illusory because Zhao Chen can only see clearly the scenery between the seat and the desk half a meter away, and the rest is covered by mist, so it is not clear, only the outline of a palace can be seen roughly.

There is a gold seal, a jade book, and a vermilion pen on the desk.

Sitting on the seat, Zhao Chen's eyes fell on the gold seal first, and he had a faint feeling in his heart, so he subconsciously said:
"Nine Luminaries Gold Medal"

As soon as the words fell, the golden seal shone brightly, and a line of text was projected directly in front of Zhao Chen's eyes:

"Ninth grade talisman: deputy envoy of galaxy transfer"

The position of the talisman... Do Taoists accept the rank of the talisman?Assistant Envoy of Galaxy Transit, what is this?Can you explain?
Following his thought, the words written by Jin Guangning suddenly changed and reorganized, and soon changed to:

"Sequence 9: Traveling Merchant"

(End of this chapter)