This situation made Zhang Mingtu feel happy, and he was considered a leader among the many orphan travelers.
As many young people waved their fists and shouted together, feeling their young and energetic bodies, a different feeling surged in my heart.
"Practicing martial arts..."
The coach Zhang Jiye in front of him had also practiced the Bull Power Fist to its peak.
Along with the low mooing of a cow, the coach's muscles were twisted into a rope like a hemp rope, and the loud mooing of the cow shook the training ground.
A wooden dummy used for daily practice was pierced through on the spot.
The part that was penetrated was smooth and round, without even a few sawdusts.
There was a burst of suppressed exclamations in the martial arts arena, and the eyes of many young men practicing martial arts in the arena were sparkling with anticipation and desire.
Even Zhang Mingtu stared without blinking. The military power in this world was so insanely strong that his heart couldn't help but beat fast.
"This punch is the product of thirty years of hard work. If you work hard, you can be like me."
The coach's voice was not loud, but it drowned out the noisy and chaotic discussions and exclamations on the field.
Zhang Mingtu's eyes swept across the fist, then moved to the right. The strong arm and naked upper body were covered with scars of varying sizes.
Even vital parts such as the throat and heart have shallow scars.
This made Zhang Mingtu tremble with fear.
He loves to watch the heroic deeds of the martial arts world.
But after being beaten by society, Zhang Mingtu clearly knew that the underworld was more difficult to survive in than the society in his previous life.
The chivalrous knights in the martial arts world do not abide by the law.
The world of swords and sabers, and of heroic spirit, is the stage for the disciples of the top sects and the waves ahead.
For a person like him who has no identity and no background, being content with being ordinary is actually a good thing.
His father Zhang Jishi and mother Wang Yulan saw this very clearly, but Zhang Mingtu, who had not yet solved the mystery in the womb, could not see through it.
Zhang Jishi had absolutely no intention of letting Zhang Mingtu follow his path, even if with his guidance, Zhang Mingtu could move more easily in the escort agency and take fewer detours.
Zhang Jishi had prepared all the money for opening the restaurant, but Zhang Mingtu was reluctant to follow his arrangements.
But now, looking at the scars all over the coach's body, Zhang Mingtu felt that opening a restaurant was a good idea.
Wandering around in the martial arts world? Who among the decent people would venture into the martial arts world?
Practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body and have fun.
Living your life seriously is the right way to go.
Without a golden finger or incredible luck, how can you travel through time and space to become an immortal or a Buddha?
Well, go to sleep now, and you will have all kinds of dreams.
"You still have to practice boxing. After all, in a world like this, only with force can you protect yourself. As for escorting and wandering the martial arts world, even a dog wouldn't do that!"
After making this decision in his heart, Zhang Mingtu felt relieved and his mind became clearer.
As his thoughts settled, he heard the sound of pages turning in his mind.
He was stunned and looked at it intently.
The thought naturally penetrated into his mind, and what he saw shocked Zhang Mingtu.
An ancient thread-bound book was quietly floating in his mind.
The cover of the ancient book was as black as ink, deep and gloomy.
At first glance, it was like staring into the abyss. I couldn't help but shudder when I saw it. It seemed like a hell, without a trace of light.
At the very top of the ancient book are two clear blood-red characters - "Lun Yu"!
At first glance, there is no trace of peace, but it is filled with tyranny and dominance.
When Zhang Mingtu looked down the line of words, his heart skipped a beat.
"Um?"
Zhang Mingtu was born in 809 in the Daxia period and died in 836 at the age of twenty-seven.
"I woke up, and I died?"
Zhang Mingtu's head was buzzing. It took him a moment to remember that it was the year 825 and he was only sixteen.
If what this ancient book says is correct, then he still has eleven years to live, which is nearly twice as long as he has now... Bullshit!
"How come I'm only twenty-seven?"
"This book?"
Black text on a white background, an ancient thread-bound book, and a simple and clear introduction style, there are so many elements.
Zhang Mingtu couldn't help but think of the classic masterpiece "Journey to the West" which he often read in his childhood.
Even the classic soundtrack came to my mind.
"We just climbed over a few mountains and crossed a few rivers..."
The book in his mind was very similar to the book called Book of Life and Death that Sun Wukong tore up when he made trouble in the underworld.
The Book of Life and Death specifically records the life and lifespan of others.
It cannot be said to be exactly the same as the book in his mind, but it can be said to be exactly the same.
"But why is it so brief? You should explain clearly how I died!"
Zhang Mingtu cursed in his heart.
As if sensing his thoughts, the ancient book shook twice, and lines of words appeared below "Lun Yu".
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