Two Realms: A giant of immortal martial arts emerges from low Wu Gan

Chapter 1 Jiang Shu
  The senior year of high school always starts extremely early.

Jicheng No.5 High School.

Jiang Shu first trotted around the playground twice, then walked to the corridor, adjusted his breathing for a few minutes, and set up a steady horse stance, with his body rising and falling slightly like waves.

The sky was dark at this time, and there was still a thin layer of unresolved ice on the lake in front of the promenade.

"Martial arts...how do you truly enter the realm of martial arts?"

Jiang Shu murmured in his heart. In my previous life, I was seriously ill and bedridden, but died early at the age of thirty. So in this life, since he solved the mystery in his womb and awakened his special abilities three months ago, he has only planned to follow one path - practicing martial arts.

Only when great power is attributed to oneself can one truly control one's own destiny!

The thoughts that were flying out were quickly taken back. Jiang Shu imagined that he was a bowl of turbid water. When it calmed down, the impurities settled, and the water became clear.

This is the "bowl of water method" he learned in his previous life. When used in conjunction with the horse-stepping stakes, they complement each other and get twice the result with half the effort.

When rising, the toes are as tight as chicken claws, the legs are collapsed, the waist is lifted, and the abdomen is drawn in.

When lying down, the toes are loose like duck webs, the legs are loose, the waist is sitting, and the abdomen is bulging.

In the midst of this ups and downs, a red sun rose from the distant mountains.

The warm sunshine and the cold wind of the first month hit Jiang Shu's hair that had grown past his ears.

Under the thick hair, sweat is steaming, and no one can see the bulging temples.

……

It wasn't until Jiang Shu finished his stance, went back to the dormitory, took a shower and came out again that the early alarm clock in the dormitory rang.

At the school gate, students in twos and threes gradually began to meet and enter the campus.

He walked around the campus, his ears and eyes were sharp, and he heard all the comments of his classmates.

"A pen and a lamp are a miracle in one night. I was really busy yesterday. I really want to become a martial arts student. It is said that you only need to stand at the stance every day, and you can do whatever you want at other times. We Well, I study early at seven and study late at nine-thirty. I eat worse than a pig, sleep later than a dog, and wake up earlier than a chicken."

"Envy? Who is not a scumbag to be a martial arts student? Didn't the head teacher say that the so-called martial arts is actually a test of the country's college entrance examination reform. The schools that martial arts students can enter are basically junior colleges. Where can I compare? Outperform us future undergraduates.”

"You can't say that. As long as you can sense the qi and blood in your body, you can apply for admission to an undergraduate university without taking the exam. If you can transport the qi and blood, that's even more incredible. You can go directly to the majors! Our school only has a few majors. If we go further , school..."

"Haha, do you think the horse stance is some kind of peerless martial arts? This is the basic skill! It's the basic skill that won't make you a superman all of a sudden even if you're just getting started. Go and see the coaches in those martial arts halls. They can beat each other with sandbags. It seems to be very powerful, but how many of them can achieve a small amount of success in horse-stepping and have bulging temples? Selling dog meat over sheep's heads is actually a modern fighting style, not a real martial arts! Let's just endorse it honestly and ask questions in a small town. Home."

"Bah, what happened to being a question writer in a small town? Get a bachelor's degree and find a stable and decent job after graduation. This is the dream of many people. You must be content."

In November 2026 of the Xuanxing Calendar, the senior officials of the Xia Kingdom issued a decree that all high school students, regardless of arts and sciences, could be converted into martial arts students and learn horse riding.

Anyone who has achieved a certain level of success and can sense their own Qi and blood can directly enter any undergraduate university without taking the exam.

But in major high schools, except for some students who have no hope of getting a bachelor's degree and are planning to go to junior college to fail, almost no one applies for martial arts.

They are already in their senior year of high school, and no one will joke about their future.

On the other hand, some freshmen who have just entered high school have less pressure to study. Due to curiosity and interest, they have begun to watch the Ma Buzhuang video released by the Education Bureau, imagining that one day they will be able to achieve success in Ma Buzhuang without taking the college entrance examination. enter university.

Jiang Shu walked through the crowd, walked up to the fifth floor, and knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

The head teacher Lao Yan's voice sounded, and Jiang Shu opened the door and entered. Lao Yan was seen tapping away at the computer, seemingly sorting out some information for the start of school.

"Jiang Shu, what's the matter with coming here?"

Yan Dehou looked up, a little surprised.

Jiang Shu's grades were in the middle of the class. If you work hard and are lucky, you might be able to get a bachelor's degree.

Students of this level often have a very low sense of presence in the class. You may not enter the office once throughout the semester. I don’t know why I came here on my own initiative this time.

"Teacher Yan, I'm here to apply for a suspension of study."

Jiang Shu went straight in.

After practicing martial arts, his thoughts became as clear as crystal, and he treated things by simplifying them.

"Suspension of school? Did something happen at home?"

Ignoring the work at hand, Yan Dehou frowned slightly, stood up directly, and asked with concern.

"No, I'm going to become a martial arts student, and I plan to study horse riding at home in the last semester."

"Martial arts student... this..." After hearing the word "martial arts student", Yan Dehou fell silent, and his words of persuasion suddenly choked in his throat.

In November last year, school leaders held a meeting on the organization. The content of the meeting was that as long as a student takes the initiative to apply to be a martial arts student, the class teacher must not block it in any way and must approve it as soon as possible.

"Jiang Shu, do you want to think about it again? In fact, with your grades, there is still hope for your undergraduate degree. Moreover, even if you become a martial arts student, you still have to take the college entrance examination. If you have not reached the level of sensing qi and blood, it is You can’t really enter without taking an exam..."

"Teacher Yan doesn't require you to listen to classes and do homework like other students. You can come to class to listen when you have time, and do the test questions when you have time. If you have passed the college entrance examination, your mind will not be blank. You can prepare both civil and military skills." It’s pretty good, after all, there is still time before the college entrance examination, so I can make a decision arbitrarily..."

Now that there was no other teacher in the office except him, Yan Dehou couldn't help but speak. He has been teaching and educating people for more than 20 years and is extremely traditional. He hopes that his students can smoothly enter a university that he is satisfied with.

The so-called martial arts, horse riding and footwork, in his eyes, is not a true path, but like taking an eccentric approach.

If the applicant is really a poor student with poor grades, forget it.

But Jiang Shu obviously has hope of pursuing an undergraduate degree.

"Teacher Yan, I have made up my mind."

Without much words, Jiang Shu submitted the application form. He has understood the relevant procedures, and as long as martial arts students are involved, the school will directly agree.

This phenomenon can only prove that the martial arts in this world are by no means as simple as what my classmates see.

"Ok."

He glanced at Jiang Shu several times, and then at the parents' signature on the application form.

Yan Dehou let out a long sigh. He now only hopes that suspending school is a decision that he, a student, made after being cautious.

"Thank you, Teacher Yan."

"If nothing happens, Jiang Shu, why don't you go back to the classroom first. I'll talk to my classmates later and we'll have a small farewell ceremony. After all, we've been together for more than a year, so we must have feelings for each other."

"No, it's just a break from school. We have a date to meet."

After simply rejecting Lao Yan, Jiang Shu turned around and left.

After solving the mystery in the womb, the consciousness of the past life takes the dominant position. In this world, except for his parents who gave birth to and raised him, and his sister who grew up together, no one else could really make a single dent in his heart.

What's more, I was thirty years old in my previous life.

Relive a new life with a better mind than before. What's there to talk about with a group of high school students who haven't experienced the world yet?

There are more and more students in the school, chattering like sparrows.

Some students in the classroom have already started writing hard and copying their winter vacation homework.

Jiang Shu did not choose to pack up the pile of books on his desk, and returned directly from the teaching building to the empty dormitory.

A translucent panel appeared in my mind:

Jiang Shu——

Dajing Dynasty Language/Text: Introduction (926/1000)

Mabu Zhuang: Xiaocheng (526/1000)

Countdown to shuttle between the two worlds: 00:00
  "Unexpectedly, after waiting for three months, Xia Kingdom still has not announced the real martial arts practice method. Even if the panel is certified forever, the progress of the horse step becomes slower as you go to the back."

"Before the college entrance examination, I should only be able to stay at the Dacheng realm, transfer my energy and blood, and enter the heavy level without taking the exam."

"If you can get into the major, you are already ahead of more than 90% of the students in the fifth high school. But my parents are so supportive in this life, why can't I compete for this school!"

"Dajing Dynasty has eighteen prefectures, two hundred and seventy counties, and thousands of counties. In any county, there are Zang-level warriors stationed there. As long as you have enough money, you can learn martial arts by joining the county martial arts hall! "

Jiang Shu recalled all the information he had learned in Pingling County at that time. He didn't know the martial arts realm on Xuanxing, how it would be divided in the future, or how martial arts would be practiced.

But he knew about the other world, in the Dajing Dynasty and the three realms of warriors in Pingling County.

Microdermabrasion. Forging bones. Practice dirty.

I clearly remember what a storyteller said when he closed his fan:

"A warrior who practices the Zang Realm can penetrate the Zang with great strength and live for more than two decades!"

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