Chapter 1 Rebirth
The endless darkness was suddenly broken by light.
Yang Qingyun, who was walking slowly on the road, suddenly stopped and instinctively stretched out his hand to block the dazzling afterglow of the setting sun.
The sudden light made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Um, sunshine?
Am I not already dead?
What's going on?
Yang Qingyun opened his mouth slightly.
His eyes were a little dazed.
In his memory, he still remembers the time when he was fleeing the great war with the refugees, and encountered an unimaginable battle between powerful beings from the sky. The horrific aftermath of the battle was as fast as thunder, sweeping through the sky and collapsing the mountains and rivers. Before he could come to his senses, he and the refugees were shattered to pieces! Now,
What was going on? The setting sun hung above the mountains ahead, spreading the golden color of lava all over the world, announcing that the dark night of sunset was about to come.
Yang Qingyun found that he was in a small mountain village at this time. There was a bare yellow dirt road under his feet and dilapidated earthen brick huts scattered on both sides.
He was in the middle of the dirt road in the village, near the entrance of the village. Three or two old trees were growing wildly, leaving long shadows.
The voices of peasant women could be heard from all around.
"Uncle Zhuzi, how was your trip to the city? Did you sell the baby cabbage for a good price?"
"Fortunately, a waiter who runs a restaurant took a fancy to it and sold it for two cents a pound, which is not bad."
"That's great! You still have seven or eight hundred kilograms of fruit growing in that field. It looks like you're going to make a small fortune!"
"Oh my, what kind of fortune is this? You have to pay an entry fee to enter the city, and you have to give half of the vegetables you sell to the Black Tiger Gang in the city, not to mention the silver you have to pay to those heroes on Black Wind Mountain. It's good enough to have three melons and two dates left after selling two hundred kilograms of vegetables."
"Well, it's better to practice martial arts. If you practice martial arts well, you can stand out. I heard that the Black Tiger Gang's minions have learned a few farming skills, so they can sit back and collect money. They don't have to work hard like us who work in the fields under the sun and rain to earn money."
"Yes, if there are one or two warriors in our village, those damned Black Wind Bandits will not dare to charge us more silver. I heard that a young man from the neighboring Cuihua Village has become successful in martial arts and has entered the country. The people on Black Wind Mountain have exempted their village from half of the silver."
"Practice martial arts, you must practice martial arts! I must make my kid learn some skills!"
That was the sound of a strong woman who was washing clothes beside the well, talking to an honest and strong man from the village who had just returned from the city, carrying two empty bamboo baskets.
Further away, a few dusty little kids were chasing and playing with branches, occasionally running past him with laughter.
Roosters are flying, dogs are barking, and smoke is rising from the houses.
On the dirt road extending outside the village, farmers were returning from work in groups of two or three, their skin tanned and sweating profusely, their feet covered with dried mud, and they were walking back barefoot.
Several local dogs chased each other and ran to the entrance of the village. They looked at their owner who was rushing back from a distance, wagging their tails desperately and barking occasionally.
Yang Qingyun stood in the middle of the road.
Looking at all this in front of me, my mind was blank.
Quiet,
Peaceful,
This mountain village is so peaceful.
There was no familiar smell of blood, no lung-wrenching shouts of killing, no piles of corpses, and no blackened ruins burned to charcoal.
It's like a paradise isolated from the world! Where is this?
Yang Qingyun was a little dazed.
More than ten years ago, since the invasion of Xuantian Realm and the demise of the State of Chu, a war that swept across the country broke out, and the seven countries were destroyed one after another.
The whole world has lost its order.
Wherever you look, there is chaos and fighting.
There is no longer any safe place in sight.
It was even rumored that even in the further reaches of the continent, chaos had also fallen! There was no pure land in the world! Famine, heavy taxes, gangs, soldiers, bandits, officials, and wealthy families. The lower-class people who had lost their order could only wander around and struggle to survive in the daily fights between the wealthy families.
Yang Qingyun stood there in a daze.
"Yang boy! Yang boy! Come back to your senses, what's wrong?"
suddenly,
A shout sounded in his ears, pulling Yang Qingyun back from his trance.
The honest man who had been chatting with the healthy woman before and had just returned from the market in the city appeared in front of him at some point. He put down the basket on his shoulder and waved his big hand in front of him.
The honest and weathered face looks vaguely familiar.
Yang Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and then distant memories came flooding back, and past experiences emerged one by one.
"You are Uncle Zhuzi?"
Yang Qingyun's pupils gradually dilated and a look of shock appeared on his face.
Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning! Isn't this exactly Wangjia Village thirty years ago? !
This was the first place I stayed when I was brought back by the simple villagers not long ago!
"What's wrong?"
Wang Zhu looked at Yang Qingyun, who was standing in the middle of the road and whose expression changed continuously after being awakened by him, and asked with concern.
"Oh, it's okay. I seem to have remembered something. Well, Uncle Zhuzi, you go ahead and do your work. I'll be quiet for a while. Maybe I can recall more memories."
"Okay then, but you take your time to think about it. Don't worry. I'll go cook first. Remember to come over for a quick meal later!"
Seeing Yang Qingyun fell into deep thought, he seemed to be recalling his origins.
Although Wang Zhu was a little worried,
But he didn't intend to disturb him, because he brought this young man Yang Qingyun back from outside the village a few days ago.
At that time, the delicate and tender person seemed to have fainted from hunger on the side of the road. No one knew which family in the city he was from, but I kindly took him back temporarily.
If the family is found in the future, maybe I can get some reward money as a thank-you gift.
But after waking up in the village, he said that he seemed to have lost all his memories. He only remembered that his name was Yang Qingyun, and he could no longer remember his family members.
With no other choice, they had to let him live in the village temporarily.
Now that he seemed to be able to remember something, that was the best thing, so I didn't bother him any more, said goodbye, and left with the basket.
Yang Qingyun stood in the middle of the road.
He slowly raised his hands and looked down at his palms.
Those were a pair of ordinary mortal hands, white and slender, without any calluses from practicing with a knife, and the body did not have that feeling of air leaking everywhere! It was exactly the same as in my memory, when I just crossed over.
"I am reborn!"
"Reborn thirty years ago!"
Feel your weak body that has completely lost all strength.
Astonishment, panic, joy, excitement, a mixture of all kinds of emotions, and finally the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, turning into an urge to laugh out loud!
He could feel that the weakness he felt now was not the same as the weakness he felt before his death, when he was weathered, had accumulated hidden injuries, and was almost as weak as a broken barrel with air leaking everywhere.
Rather, it is like a newborn bud, weak and fragile like a seedling before it grows!
Deep inside the weak body, there is a place full of vitality!
If he had not lived for thirty years in his previous life and had not been displaced in the chaotic world, which had honed his strong character, he would probably have been unable to hold back his tears at this moment!
He is back!
Let's go back to the time before he was kidnapped by the Black Wind Bandits and sold into a mine as a slave, which caused him to regret for the rest of his life!
Back to the time when nothing happened!
"No matter who you are, no matter what the reason is, thank you for sending me back."
Yang Qingyun closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and suppressed the excitement in his heart.
Thirty years of memories buried deep in my mind emerged one after another.
He is not actually from this world. Long before coming to this world, he had experiences in another life.
In the first life, you were born on Earth and were an insignificant person among the countless living beings. Perhaps you died in an accident one day. Apart from your parents and brothers who were sad, and twenty or thirty relatives and friends who heard you and sighed that life was short, no one would pay any attention to you anymore.
The world will go on just fine without him, just an ordinary person.
He vaguely remembered that he saw a good novel and stayed up all night to read it for several days. As a result, when he closed his eyes and opened them again, he came to another world.
Then came the second life of wandering in this world.
Life in another world is not as beautiful as described in novels.
After traveling to this world, he is still just an ordinary person.
No system, no cheat codes,
He can only rely on himself and struggle to survive in this world.
But not long after he crossed over, he was attacked by the Black Wind Bandits and was kidnapped and made into a slave, where he mined in Luoshi Mountain, which belonged to the Baiyu Sect, for three years.
It was not until three years later when the Baiyu Sect was wiped out that he took advantage of the chaos to escape.
After escaping, he acted cautiously, trying to find opportunities to learn martial arts while using the knowledge and ideas from his previous life to improve himself.
After fifteen years of hard work, he finally achieved the goal of training the internal organs and mastered the sword skills that were as fast as lightning. He was given the name of Lightning Sword and became famous in the Southern Wilderness martial arts world.
But then, fate played a huge joke on him! "Black Wind Bandits, Mining Slaves, and Air-Drying Technique"
Past memories flashed through his mind, and Yang Qingyun's face showed a complicated expression.
In the mine for three years, he practiced the basic Qi-Depleting Technique taught by the Baiyu School desperately in order to save his life, which had completely drained the potential of his body.
This laid the foundation for his future martial arts practice to be extremely difficult.
Until after practicing dirty work, the future is completely cut off!
It was for this reason that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth revived, the Xuantian Realm invaded, and martial arts ushered in a major explosion.
A more prosperous martial arts world is coming! Countless Tianjiaos have gained great opportunities and competed to achieve higher martial arts realms. The innate masters who were high up in the martial arts world in the old days are no longer masters. The masters who were once famous are everywhere. The great masters who were like martial arts legends and surpassed the seven countries have also lost their mysteriousness.
The status of warriors in the Lianzang realm gradually retreated from the ranks of first-rate masters in the old era to second-rate, and then from second-rate to third-rate, and finally was completely submerged!
Times have changed!
But unfortunately, Yang Qingyun, whose future was blocked, did not gain much benefit from the revival of spiritual energy.
His body had long been shattered by the oppression of the past, and his essence was seriously injured. Even though he was extremely unwilling, even though he had put in more than ten times the effort of an ordinary person, he still could not break through his innate nature! In the blink of an eye, the results of the previous fifteen years of hard work were finally drowned in the torrent of the vast era, and could no longer make a single wave!
Yang Qingyun, whose way forward was cut off,
Until death,
He is still trapped in the Lianzang realm and unable to make a breakthrough!
Do you regret it? Of course I do!
But so what?
The fate of the weak cannot be controlled by themselves at all!
Back then, he was weak and was captured by the Black Wind Bandits and sold to the White Feather Sect's mine.
He was powerless to change! In the mine, in order to survive, he practiced the Qi-drying Technique to squeeze out the body's potential in exchange for greater strength than ordinary people.
He is powerless to change!
In that hell, if you fail to complete the mission of the Baiyu Sect, you will die. If you are weak and bullied, you will also die! In order to survive, you can only squeeze yourself desperately and practice the Qi-Depleting Art, a low-level evil skill that squeezes the potential of the body, in order to get a chance to survive!
This is the weak wanting to survive.
The price to pay!
"Fortunately, I'm back. Everything can still change!"
Yang Qingyun suppressed his trembling hands, took a long breath and calmed himself down.
Although the principle is unknown, he was reborn into his third life.
But for him, this is undoubtedly a chance to make up for past regrets and change his future destiny! In this life, he must change everything and strive to survive until he reaches the peak!
Yang Qingyun clenched his fists suddenly! In his eyes, there was a firmness that had not changed at all after thirty years of wandering in his previous life!
Just then,
Boom! Boom! A series of continuous vibrations and roars, the rapid sound of horse hooves like a gong and drum, came from the road outside the village, and smoke and dust rose up.
Whether it was the villagers inside the village or those who were preparing to rush back outside the village, they all raised their heads and looked in that direction.
soon,
With the sound like rapid drum beats, from the end of the woodland on the winding road of the village, a team of black cavalrymen riding tall and powerful horses, with a strong aura, rushed towards the village like a flood, with huge smoke and dust behind them!
The terrifying momentum was like a torrent or tsunami that swallowed everything!
All the villagers who saw this scene were shocked and stood still! "Brothers, kill them!"
In the black thunder-like cavalry, a one-eyed man was leading the team on a tall horse. He looked at the quiet and peaceful little mountain village and the honest and weak villagers around it who were like lambs, and a hideous and terrible laugh appeared on his face.
Swish! The one-eyed man drew his sword, and along with the speed of the horse, the silver blade light flashed like lightning across a villager on the roadside.
Along with the gushing of blood, a head flew up into the sky!
The one-eyed man led the way, holding a blood-stained long knife in his hand, and rushed into the mountain village with a murderous cavalry! In an instant, there was chaos all around! At this time, Yang Qingyun, who was in the middle of the village road, looked at the thieves' cavalry rushing towards him. Long-lost memories surged from the depths of his mind, and the overwhelming hatred finally turned into cold and terrifying murderous intent in his eyes! "Black Wind Bandits, it's you!"
Memories surged out from the depths of my mind like a tide.
Yang Qingyun slowly raised his hand, clenched his fist, and his eyes were cold.
"Although this body has not been trained yet, as long as there is a bit of strength in it, it will be enough!"
The power in his hands was extremely weak.
but,
At this moment, relying on the perception power gained from his internal organ training in his previous life, he could clearly sense every inch of flesh and blood in the human body.
He was able to perceive the changes in the strength in his body in detail, and with his profound control, he used his experience from his previous life to circulate the strength in his body.
With just a few rhythmic breaths,
He has already mastered every bit of strength in his body! All the strength,
" In my previous life, my martial arts journey only stopped at training my internal organs, but it was precisely because I couldn't reach a higher level that I focused on exploring and using the Qi and blood in my body."
"In terms of the use of physical strength, I am not a master, but I am better than a master!"
And with the flow of strength, Yang Qingyun's energy became more and more harmonious!
At this moment, his body has not yet entered the path of martial arts and tempered his qi and blood.
But under the control of his past life memories and high realm, he has already reached the peak of mortals by controlling his strength! Even at all costs,
It can even instantly unleash the true power of warriors entering and leaving the country!
"You guys are dead!"
The cold murderous intent permeates all around! (End of this chapter)
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