Zhou Xingtong touched the stubble of his broken right arm, and fell into memory for a while.
The last era, to be exact, was thirty-eight years ago.
Those shocking upheavals are still in his mind, as clear as a projector.
Da Yue's glorious and huge imperial power defeated Da Yuan's powerful true blood, but now it has melted away like an avalanche.
"It's only been a while, and there's almost not much to practice martial arts." Zhou Xingtong looked lonely at the weapon racks on the side of the martial arts practice room.
Some of the weapons on it have begun to rust.
No one learns, no one practices, and naturally no one maintains it.
He worked hard to maintain it in the first few years, but now he is tired.
"It's better to drink." Zhou Xingtong recalled his high-spirited days, and poured the wine in the gourd into his mouth while raising his head.
"Old Zhou." The door was pushed open, and a white-haired old man in an old Taoist robe walked in slowly.
As soon as I came in, I saw my friend drinking heavily with a gourd. His face darkened.
"You old boy, you started drinking when your health got better, are you dying?"
He snatched the wine gourd from Zhou Xingtong's hand and took a sip himself.
"It's better to be an experienced person and let me share the pain for you."
Zhou Xingtong didn't need to worry, he was seriously ill a few days ago and almost died. If the old Taoist hadn't brought his apprentice to visit, maybe he would have died silently in the martial arts hall.
"Isn't there really nothing to do?" He smiled, "I posted an advertisement before, and when some young people asked about it, they all shook their heads and walked away when they heard that they were learning martial arts."
The old man was silent for a while.
"That's the way it is in this world. Learning martial arts? No matter how strong you are, you can't beat a single shot. Young people with a little bit of ambition have joined the army. There are constant melees in the country. Apart from being a soldier, you can have a stable source of income and not be bullied. What else? The industry suffers."
"Being a soldier?" Zhou Xingtong smiled. Is that a good job?
He looked at the deserted Budokan, and there were even spider webs forming in the corners. A pale white spider was slowly entwining a stuck flying mosquito bit by bit.
Times are changing, and now martial arts can no longer protect one's own safety.
Even bandits and robbers in the wild have guns.
No matter how good you are at learning martial arts, there is nothing you can do when you encounter a few guns.
Zhou Xingtong thought of the few apprentices he had taught before.
A total of four people, three men and one woman, all died under guns.
Now he is also disheartened, relying on a little gold and silver jewelry that he hid when he was young, and barely survives.
When everything in a person's life is completely defeated, without a pillar of support, he can only paralyze himself with alcohol.
"Drink less" The old man also thought of this and sighed.
Holding the wine, he got up and walked towards the door, and disappeared around the corner after a while.
Zhou Xingtong twitched the corners of his mouth, looked lazily at the slanting sunlight outside the door, and was lost in thought for a while.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Suddenly.
"Excuse me, is Master Zhou Xingtong here?"
A young voice floated in from outside the door.
Zhou Xingtong lazily responded.
"Who? Come in."
Soon, a sunny-looking young man walked in quickly. He was wearing a two-piece attire, long-sleeved trousers, brown all over, and the materials were neat and delicate, which was quite particular.
When the man saw Zhou Xingtong half lying on the chair, a gleam of joy flashed across his face.
"Master Zhou, it's me, Xiao Ling."
It was Zhong Ling who came.
After he came out of the Marshal's mansion, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the man he saw next to the Marshal was quite familiar.
So I went here, this former teacher, hoping to get a definite answer.
"Zhong LingI have nothing to teach you. Why are you still here?" Zhou Xingtong is one of Zhong Ling's martial arts teachers. Responsible for teaching him how to fight in actual combat.
He knows that many of the martial arts he has learned have become ostentatious because they lack real blood and strength. Simply teach Zhong Ling some basic mundane fighting skills.
In this way, it helped Zhong Ling a little.
"Master Zhou." Zhong Ling cupped his fists respectfully.Your Majesty, send out testers, intending to learn more about Wei He's strength.
If it is really what Yun Si said, this person's attitude towards monsters is to kill them all and never tolerate them. Strength is also trickier.
Then maybe we will attack this person together.
After all, among the remaining warriors of Dayue, there were also some one blood and two blood.
These warriors are full of energy and blood, coupled with firearm training, many of them have a deep hatred for monsters, and they continue to conflict with monsters.
However, after several battles, the monsters easily slaughtered these warriors, and only a small number of remaining warriors joined Yue Hao and became part of the demon purification team.
"The surrounding area?" Wei He narrowed his eyes. "I heard that the manpower of the Minshan Demon Purification Team has increased recently?"
"The Demon Cleansing Teamis not under our management. Mr. Wei, it is directly under the upper management of Yuelong. As long as it does not violate local laws and regulations, it cannot be restrained." Chen Youguang said in a deep voice.
"Then what do you think the members of the Demon Purification Team plan to do?" Wei He smiled.
He is in a good mood, because with the help of the Realm Breaking Orb, he has initially figured out how the demon power is transformed. And the goal of simple transformation into real power has been achieved.
It is indeed as he thought at first, the essence of demon power is a special power formed by combining qi and blood with mist.
This is not difficult, after observing from the bone erosion layer in the real world, and experimenting that the demon power has many common characteristics of qi, blood and illusory fog.
Wei He understood its essence.
On the other hand, the essence of true strength is actually a combination of true energy and primordial blood.
The essence of true qi, after Wei He has been exposed to so many martial arts, he has also come into contact with true blood and master alliance martial arts, which are also true qi systems.
Already had some understanding.
True Qi is actually a kind of radiation. A special kind of radiation that can distort the human body.
And the source of this radiation seems to originate from deeper in the real world.
However, not knowing the source does not prevent Wei He from probing and probing various techniques that use the demonic power to transform the mist into true qi.
He has already thought of a tricky way. Using the Realm Breaking Orb, he has drawn up at least hundreds of different transformation techniques. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com