Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

After dinner, after a short free time, it is evening self-study.

Zhao Cheng didn't waste his free time, so he just read some miscellaneous books borrowed from the school library in class.

The content in the book is related to swordsmanship, and some swordsman stories told, some seem to be as old as the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, and some seem to be hundreds of years ago.

Among them are true and false, combined with various elements of folk customs, myths and legends, and they are fragmented and do not have a specific time.

The name of this book is "Speaking of Swords and Strange Talks". It is impossible to test when it was written. Some say it was more than 300 years ago, and some say it was more than 500 years ago. As for the authors, there are as many as five.

It is said that the author was Chen Sheng five hundred years ago. He failed many scientific examinations in his youth, made friends with swordsmen in middle age, and later traveled the world to explore strange stories.

It is also said that Zhang Sheng, more than 300 years ago, was a middle-aged student, but he was only a petty official all his life. He wrote a book in his later years and wrote this miscellaneous note.

The history is unreliable, so the people who edited and repaired the book later simply wrote the true and false names in the introduction.

Just like the article that Zhao Cheng is reading now, it is about a man named Wang Sheng, who was originally just a scholar. He had some talent, but it was limited. In a daze, he said that he dreamed of Yuanshi Tianzun. Tianzun said that he had a destiny with the Tao and passed on a scripture to him. After the news came out, someone asked him to write down the scriptures given by Tianzun, but he couldn't speak or write.

Therefore, the people around him only thought that he had fallen into a fool and suffered from hysteria.

But after that, it didn't take long for Wang Sheng to become a generation of swordsman with superb swordsmanship.

A few years later, bandits attacked the village, and Wang Sheng killed the bandits with one sword.

Only then did everyone know that Wang Sheng had not lied, but had really been bestowed by heaven.

Someone wanted to be a teacher, but Wang Sheng said that he hadn't learned it yet, and he couldn't teach others, so he drifted away.

In the past few decades, some people in the village are said to have seen Wang Sheng in the Taihang Mountains, and his appearance has not changed for decades.

Some people say that Wang Sheng practiced sword in a hut in the mountains, and he has become a sword fairy.

And the author also sighed at the end: God? Ghost? ! ghost? !

The writing method and content of this story are somewhat similar to the Strange Tales from Liaozhai that Zhao Cheng had read in his previous life.

It is popularity, the two are completely incomparable.

What's more, most of the extraordinary and refined things in the previous life were false and imaginary, but here, they are real and unnecessary.

The so-called Tianzun teaching the law is not necessarily a master of swordsmanship, who fights the world with his mind, and communicates with his heart. Under the enlightenment, he passed on the essence of swordsmanship to Wang Sheng.

Because what Wang Sheng got was just a thought, so he felt that he had got the scriptures, but he couldn't speak or write them.

Later in the story, Wang Sheng also gradually understood this point, which is why he has not learned it yet.

Of course, this is just Zhao Cheng's inference based on the situation in this world.

As for the facts, there may not be such a person as Wang Sheng in the world.

The words of the novelist are unbelievable.

Zhao Cheng read these, one is to broaden his own vision, but also read it as a leisure book, not to mention whether it is true or not, but the story is well written.

Sometimes Zhao Cheng also thinks that if someone can synthesize the myths and legends of this world from ancient times to the present, the system of gods and Buddhas, comb them thoroughly, and combine them with history to write a book, it will definitely be a big hit.

It's a pity that such a great talent has not yet appeared. Yanhuang's classical mythology system is still complicated and chaotic, so that ordinary people, looking at it, have no idea of ​​​​understanding it.

Evening self-study only lasted until nine o'clock, and Zhao Cheng was doing self-questioning and self-answering during the night self-study, trying to use this stupid method to experiment with the operation logic of the panel, but unfortunately things did not go well.

As for his joining the kendo class, he only agreed verbally, and the school still needs to go through a certain procedure, and then arrange the class schedule for him.

Let's just say that today, I have already had a big kendo class in the afternoon, and if I continue to make up classes in the evening, it will undoubtedly be more effective with half the effort.

Therefore, in terms of time, it has to be staggered with the Kendo class.

After school, Zhao Cheng didn't stay at the school. He bought a bowl of noodles and a pot helmet at the school gate, and ate them while walking.

If ordinary people eat like this before going to bed at night, they should gain weight. However, Zhao Cheng is growing his body now, and his swordsmanship is improving rapidly. The growth of the body requires a lot of nutrition. Such an extra meal is undoubtedly the right time.

In the real world, there is no such high-level energy as aura, and such things as swordsmanship must be practiced and even eaten.

Some powerful kendo masters can eat a cow with one meal. Of course, they can also go without food for three to five days, and even without drinking water, they are still full of energy.

Even when they are not exercising vigorously, their energy consumption is lower than that of ordinary people. Only after a violent outbreak, do they need a large amount of nutritional supplements.

As soon as the noodles were finished, Guo Kui ate half of it, and Zhao Chenggong had already arrived home.

His home is only a three-minute walk from Qingyuan, and the school is truly at the doorstep.

I have to say that Zhao's father was lucky. In the early years, Qingyuan was at the bottom of the ranking in southern Shonan, not comparable to those famous schools such as "No. 1 Middle School" and "No. 2 Middle School", so the house price was also cheap.

Father Zhao gritted his teeth and bought it directly, and regretted it for a while later. After all, Qingyuan's educational resources were not good at that time, and he was worried that it would delay the child.

Among the relatives at that time, because of this house, there were many gossips for no reason.

Until a few years ago, when Qingyuan was restructured, the wind suddenly changed. It was said that Zhao's father had a bad eye back then, and he suddenly became elated.

And the housing prices in this area are naturally soaring now.

The money Zhao's father paid to buy a house at that time would probably be enough to buy a toilet now.

"Zhao Cheng, you didn't even bring me any supper."

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Chengcheng heard a crisp voice.

"Zhao Xiaoxiang, your pocket money is no less than mine. If you want to eat, buy it yourself."

Zhao Cheng responded casually.

He turned around and closed the door, only to see that the lights in the living room were on brightly, and the big screen TV in the living room was playing a recent very popular romantic drama called What Domineering Swordsman Falls in Love with Me.

Speaking of which, in some respects, the two worlds are very similar.

And at this time, on the sofa in the living room, a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old was curled up on the sofa, showing a section of snow-white calf, eating potato chips while watching TV. hamster.

"Cheng Lang, our relationship has faded after all. When we were watching the stars together in the park, you called me Xiang'er one after another. Now that the National People's Congress has grown up and I'm old, you call me Zhao Xiaoxiang."

"That's not what you said when you kept saying you wanted to marry me."

Zhao Xiaoxiang said without looking back.