My ability is the original god, please enlighten me!

Someone even threw a razor blade at this piece of rubbish!The author is very pleased!

After thinking about it, I directly took the final chapter of the first volume as a gift, and gave it to those readers who have always supported the author!

The final climax chapter I originally wanted to break into four or five chapters...

Now directly one chapter equals ten chapters, [-] words burst into ten chapters!

Interesting enough!

I see who dares to say that I am a broken dog, wow ha ha ha

Well, I don't think anyone would care.

after all--

md fans are less than 200, less than 200! (sounds painfully distorted)

Alas, miserable.

Generating electricity for love, to be honest, very tiring.

And I am a pure newcomer, this is my first book, it can be said that my enthusiasm for writing has been greatly affected.

I know that my previous writing sucks. If you think that I have improved a little bit later, so that you can still read it, please help me retain more people to read the latter, please!

Otherwise, I posted a chapter one day and found that no one was willing to read it. At that time, I don’t know what reason to deceive myself to stick to it.

In order to thank you for your votes and rewards for blades and so on, although the author is handicapped, he will do his best to make explosive changes, which can be regarded as a return for your support.

thank you so much!

The first volume was renamed: Farewell to the Fire of the Past

The second volume is: The Thunder Light Breaking through the Night.

Oh, by the way, there are still a few Easter egg chapters in the first volume, among them "Zheng Wu Broken Memories - School Bully's Pretty Follower and Shy Girl" must be read, the content is very very very important, believe me (thumbs up)

two days off notice

Recently, my work and rest are a bit irregular. I stayed up until 3:4 or nearly [-]:[-] for several consecutive days this week. Now I feel a little uncomfortable. It happened that I sent two leave slips this month and didn’t use them. I just used them by the way and took a rest.

(Actually, I just want to have fun with Genshin.)

The leave time is:

2022年5月26号，5月27号。

The resume update time is:

December 2022, 5.

I want to fish in an open and aboveboard manner, and if I have the ability to beat me to death with tickets, hahahaha! (arrogant)

"Zheng Wu-Broken Memories" The origin of Xia Ji's eight cuts, and the three-year contract

"Whoever steps forward, die!"

When the curtain of the sky was buried by overwhelming demons, and countless people in the city were desperately waiting to die, a man stood up and used the forbidden technique of burning life to block in front of the city gate alone!

One person, one sword, and one word shocked the tens of thousands of demons in front of them, and no one dared to take a step forward. They all fell silent in fear!

"Husband, he... used that forbidden move..."

Behind the city gate, several women watched the man's long hair gradually turning gray. On his picturesque face, big crystal clear tears rolled down, and their voices were sad.

"The Lord Demon Lord has an order, whoever can be the first to break into Anyang City will be baptized once with the Holy Demon Essence!"

A voice came from the void, and countless demons outside the city suddenly surged like magma, let out a irrational roar, and rushed directly to the city gate crazily!

At this moment, the man with fluttering white hair, who looked like a demon, looked extremely stern, and waved a long sword in his hand.

The strong wind rewinds it, and the space is torn apart!

A terrifying sword aura thousands of meters long suddenly emerged, with a manic hissing and piercing roar, completely tearing apart thousands of vanguard troops of the Demon Race and annihilating them in the void!

The earth was cut into a bottomless gully, and the sky was cut out with a sword mark divided by dark clouds!

The man's aura suddenly weakened, and his face became old, as if he would pass away at any time like a candle in the wind.

However, the demon troops who had just boiled like magma all showed extremely fearful expressions, and took a step back, letting the voice in the void be so tempting, and refused to step forward again.

That man who looks like a god and a demon has become an eternal nightmare in their hearts!

......

"so hot..."

A boy with the appearance of a primary school student looked at the tattered novel in his hand and sighed with sparkling eyes.

This is a fairly large second-hand bookstore. The decoration is old and dilapidated. Layers of books are piled up in the corridor outside the bookshelves. They are piled up in a messy way, as if they will fall down when the wind blows. .

"Xiao Wu, you're here again." A gray-haired old man walked in, looked at the little boy in front of him and smiled, "It's not okay to come here all the time. You are almost in sixth grade now, and you are still You have to focus on your studies, otherwise you won’t be able to get into a good junior high school.”

The old man's eyes were gentle, as loving as looking at his favorite grandson.

The little boy named Zheng Wu was a kid from a newly moved family nearby. Once, he suddenly came to his second-hand bookstore and said that he wanted to read books. In exchange, he could help him clean up and organize books.

The old man's children are all out of town, and opening this bookstore on weekdays is just to pass the time and find something to do, so as not to make him feel bored, so he readily agreed.

Then the little boy showed a row of small white teeth with an excited smile, shouted thank you grandpa, walked into the bookstore to help organize books and clean up, and indulged in some martial arts novels and hero story collections.

After coming and going, nearly a year has passed, the old man has long regarded this sunny and lovable little boy Zheng Wu as his real grandson.

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"Grandpa Wei, I'll read it for a few more minutes, and I'll help you sort out the books that have piled up these days." Zheng Wu smiled a little embarrassedly. After all, he started to read the books as soon as he came here and didn't help.

"As for the results, don't worry!" Zheng Wu suddenly showed an extremely confident expression, as if all difficulties could not hinder him:

"As long as you are motivated, you will definitely pass the exam!"

"It's not enough to rely on hard work..." Grandpa Wei shook his head with a wry smile: "And I have said it many times, if you want the books here, you can just take them, don't ask me, I will I gave you the key."

"No, it's against the morality of my life if I don't ask myself, it's not upright enough!"

Zheng Wu puffed up his chest, and said as if with some pride: "I am a martial arts practitioner who will become a great hero in the future, how can I do such a despicable thing!"

"Okay, okay, but now the hero still needs to study hard, to be a cultured hero." Grandpa Wei smiled, stroking the little boy's head with his wrinkled hands, his eyes loving.

"Well, a hero needs to be educated to be more handsome!"

Zheng Wu nodded, and suddenly said to Grandpa Wei with some excitement: "And Grandpa Wei, I recently went to the waste station to find a treasure, and I will show you."

The little boy walked out with pattering steps, and after a while dragged a worn-out and heavy wooden sword, he walked in with some difficulty.

"This sword is the treasure I found, and I will use it to walk the rivers and lakes in the future!" Zheng Wu held a piece of wood cut into the shape of a sword with both hands, and said with some excitement in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, but heroes can't use weapons to bully unarmed people." Grandpa Wei looked at Zheng Wu who was full of vitality, as if his heart was also lively, and smiled kindly: "A real hero, Even if you don’t have a weapon, you need to help others more in your daily life.”

"Of course!" Zheng Wu raised his head and chest, as if he was a little proud: "I will help anyone who is in trouble!"

Grandpa Wei smiled gratifiedly.

One old and one young chatted with each other, Zheng Wu's cheerful and lively voice accompanied by Grandpa Wei's laughter, filled the dilapidated bookstore with warm warmth.

......

After getting the wooden sword from the scrap yard, Zheng Wu would practice swinging the sword in his room every day, and then one day, in order to test his 'sword skills', he secretly went to a nearby martial arts gym.

That day, in the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall, some apprentices who had just grown up were practicing in the morning.

"I want to kick the pavilion!"

A childish voice sounded.

The little boy tied the wooden sword to his back like an ancient martial arts man, and said seriously to the martial arts apprentices who were practicing wielding weapons.

"Where is that kid running?" A martial arts apprentice with a spear was a little puzzled, "Still carrying a piece of wood like this..."

"Is it a secondary illness?"

"I'm not sick!"

Zheng Wu couldn't help retorting, "Grandpa Wei said that you can't use weapons to bully unarmed people. You all have weapons. I just want to compete with you fairly!"

"I know swordsmanship, I want to challenge your martial arts gym!" Zheng Wu raised his head and chest, and shouted out the lines he learned from the TV series.

"Let's go, don't disturb our morning exercise." The apprentice holding the spear was a little impatient, and pushed Zheng Wu, "I came here to learn how to kick the gym from others before my hair is fully grown, and now there is no one who kicks the gym so casually, martial arts Fiction and TV dramas are harmful.”

"It doesn't matter if you don't kick the gym, I just want to learn from you!" Zheng Wu was pushed, and his strength was completely inferior to that of an adult, showing unwillingness on his face: "I really know swordsmanship!"

"Then where did you come from, have you graduated from the master, has the master agreed, what kind of swordsmanship is it, what is the name of the swordsmanship, and what achievements have you made? Can you tell me?" Zheng Wu asked in a daze.

After reacting, Zheng Wu wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to be pushed away unwillingly.

"Oh, wait, don't be so angry." Another mature-looking apprentice with a big knife came over, with a sophisticated tact on his face:

"If you push it like this, it will make people fall down. It's not good to cry. If you go back and report to the parents, others will think that our martial arts school is bullying children."

He quickly pulled away the spear apprentice who was pushing Zheng Wu.

"You don't know. Parents nowadays are terrible at protecting their children. If there is a reputation for child abuse in our martial arts school, how will we recruit people in the future." The tone of the big knife apprentice was a little serious, as if it was the spear apprentice's Brother, I dare not refute what he said.

Then the big sword apprentice bent down, looked at the unwilling Zheng Wu and said with a smile: "Little friend, you said you know how to use swordsmanship, but you should have taught it in the book, so what you say is not proven."

"You try two tricks and I'll see if you really know it. If we want to learn from each other in our martial arts school, we won't accept it if our swordsmanship is too poor."

"After all, the competition must be of the same level of opponents to be called a competition, otherwise it can only be called a bully, and our big brothers are good people and will not bully, you know."

"My swordsmanship is not bad!" Zheng Wu said stubbornly: "If you don't believe me, I will show it to you!"

Zheng Wu untied the rope that had been tied up after several hours of fiddling at home, held up the big wooden sword with some difficulty, and said to the big sword apprentice in front of him: "My sword technique has a total of eight moves, I will show you Look at my best move!"

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Wu held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, stepped forward with his right foot, bent his knee slightly, placed the blade of the big sword by his side, and tapped the tip of the sword lightly on the ground.

"Rotary Slash!"

Zheng Wu yelled, using his left foot as the axis, exerting strength from his waist, his body suddenly rotated and at the same time drove the arm holding the sword, so that the big sword instantly swung a 360-degree cut...

"Ouch!"

The weight of the big sword in his hand was too heavy. When he spun, his hand slipped, and the big sword suddenly came out of his hand. Zheng Wu, whose center of gravity was unstable, immediately sat down on the ground.

Zheng Wu, who fell and blossomed, twisted his face in pain, and the apprentices around him laughed when they saw this scene.

"Don't laugh!" A strong sense of shame arose in Zheng Wu's heart, he stood up regardless of the pain in his buttocks and shouted: "I have only practiced this move for a few days, and I am not yet proficient, I will show you a move. Already practiced very proficiently!"

"Little friend," the big sword apprentice came over and handed the wooden sword to Zheng Wu, seeming to be suppressing a smile and talking, looking a little uncomfortable: "It seems that your swordsmanship is not good enough, so you can't achieve it." The standard of discussion."

"I..." Zheng Wu held back for a long time, but couldn't think of how to refute.

"The move just now was called roundabout cut, the name is quite loud hahaha," the spear apprentice next to him had already laughed until his stomach ached, "Don't you have eight moves in this sword technique, I will give you this Take a name for the set of swordsmanship,"

"How about calling Xia Ji Ba Zhan "blind few chops"?Very handsome, right?Hahaha..."

"Blind a few cuts, you are too bad, I laughed to death." The apprentices who were practicing next to him laughed and beat their chests when they heard this name.

"This name..." Apprentice Dao finally couldn't help it, and also laughed.

"This name seems to be very handsome!" Zheng Wu's eyes lit up. Someone actually named his self-created sword technique. The simple-minded Zheng Wu thought he had been recognized by others: "Xia Ji... What is the name?"

"Ah, Xia Ji is the name of a great general and hero in ancient times." The spear apprentice couldn't breathe with laughter: "His swordsmanship is very powerful. He can fight thousands of troops by himself. God can block and kill gods. No one can beat him." Hahaha..."

"Great general...hero...fighting thousands of troops alone..." It seemed that some switch was turned on, Zheng Wu's face suddenly became excited, "This name is good, from now on my swordsmanship will be called this name Already!"

"Thank you brother!" Zheng Wu thanked happily and sincerely.

"Ah, you're welcome, hahaha..." Seeing that this little brat likes this silly name so much, the long-spear apprentice's suppressed smile burst out again:

"When you remember to use swordsmanship in the future, remember to yell 'blindly cut', so that you have momentum... Hahaha I laughed so hard."

Imagining that scene, the apprentices around laughed until their stomachs hurt a little.

"You..." The big sword apprentice shook his head, with a wry smile on his more mature face: "Forget it, kid, you understand now, you haven't mastered swordsmanship yet, and you don't have the qualifications to challenge us. "

Seeing the unwilling expression on Zheng Wu's face again, eager to try as if he would come again in a few days, the big sword apprentice thought for a while and added:

"Little friend, I think your talent is not bad, but swordsmanship needs to be accumulated over time, and it cannot be mastered in a short period of time." The big sword apprentice showed a coaxing expression on the face of the child: "You have to know, martial arts practitioners, You should guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and you should not rush to show off if you are not familiar with your skills, that will only make yourself a joke."

"How about this, let's make a three-year agreement, you insist on going back to practice for three years, and practice this set of tricks well."