A washed-up martial arts master reborn thirty years ago

The boundless darkness was suddenly broken by light,

Yang Qingyun, who was walking slowly on the road, suddenly stopped. He instinctively stretched out his hand to block the dazzling afterglow of the sunset that was coming towards him.

The sudden light made him a little uncomfortable.

Um,

Sunlight?

Am I not already dead?

How is this going?

Yang Qingyun opened his mouth slightly,

His eyes were a little dazed.

In my memory, I still remember that I followed the flow of refugees to escape that huge war, only to encounter a battle with unimaginable powerful forces above the nine heavens. The aftermath of the terrifying battle swiftly passed through the sky like thunder, collapsing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Before he could recover, there was a scene that shook him and the fleeing crowd to pieces!

Now,

What's going on?

The setting sun hangs over the continuous mountains in front, and the golden color of lava spreads over the world, announcing that the dark night of sunset is coming.

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 there were scattered and dilapidated adobe huts 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 wantonly, leaving long shadows.

The voices of farm women came from nearby.

"Uncle Zhuzhu, how was your trip to the city? Did you sell the baby cabbage at a good price?"

"Fortunately, a guy who runs a restaurant took a fancy to it. It cost two cents a pound, which is not bad."

"That's good! There are still seven or eight hundred pounds growing in your field. It looks like you are going to make a fortune!"

"Oh, how can you get rich? You have to pay the city fee when entering the city, and you have to give half of the commission to the Black Tiger Gang in the city when you sell vegetables, not to mention that you have to give the good guys on Black Wind Mountain a piece of silver and two hundred kilograms of vegetables. In the end, it’s pretty good to have three melons and two dates left.”

"Well, it's better to practice martial arts. Once you practice martial arts, you will be able to stand out. I heard that the gangsters in the Black Tiger Gang have practiced one or two crops, so they can sit and collect money without digging in the fields like us. My mud legs are exposed to the sun and rain to earn hard money."

"Yes, if there were one or two warriors in our village, those damned black bandits wouldn't dare to charge us more money. I heard that in Cuihua Village next door, there was a young man who became successful in martial arts not long ago and has entered the country. Those people on Black Wind Mountain were exempted from half of their village’s customary silver.”

"Practice martial arts, you must practice martial arts! I have to let my kid develop some skills!"

It was the sound of a strong woman washing clothes next to 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, several dusty children were chasing and playing with branches, occasionally running past him laughing.

Chickens fly, dogs bark,

Smoke rose sparsely from inside the house.

On the dirt road extending to the outside of the village, farmers who came back from work in twos and threes were walking back barefoot, their skin tanned to a bronze color, their backs dripping with sweat, their feet stained with dried soil.

Several local dogs chased and ran to the entrance of the village, looking at their owners who were rushing back in the distance, wagging their tails desperately, and occasionally barking.

Yang Qingyun stood in the middle of the road,

Looking at everything in front of me, my mind was at a loss.

Quiet,

peaceful,

This mountain village is so peaceful.

There was no familiar smell of blood, no lung-splitting screams of death, no mountains of corpses, and no burnt-to-black ruins.

Like a paradise isolated from heaven and earth!

Where is this?

Yang Qingyun was in a daze.

Since the invasion of Xuantian Realm more than ten years ago, the Chu Kingdom was destroyed, chaos swept across the country, and the seven kingdoms were also destroyed one after another.

The whole world has lost order,

Everywhere he looked, there was chaos and fighting.

There is no longer any stable place in sight.

There are even rumors that things further away on the mainland are in chaos!

There is no pure land in the world!

Famine, exorbitant taxes, gangs, soldiers, bandits, officials, wealthy families... the lower-class beings who have lost their order can only wander around and struggle to survive in the daily fights of the wealthy families.

Yang Qingyun stood there blankly.

"Boy Yang! Young boy Yang! You've come to your senses. What's wrong?"

suddenly,

A burst of shouting rang in his ears, pulling Yang Qingyun back from his daze.

He saw the honest man who had been chatting with the strong woman earlier and came back from the market in the city. He didn't know when he appeared in front of him. He lowered the basket on his shoulder and waved his thick palm in front of him.

The honest and weathered face seemed vaguely familiar.

Yang Qingyun was stunned for a moment.

Long-lasting memories came flooding back, and past experiences emerged one by one.

"Are you Uncle Zhuzhu?"

Yang Qingyun's pupils gradually expanded, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

Suddenly I seemed to understand something,

The whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning and suddenly froze on the spot!

Isn’t this exactly what Wangjia Village was thirty years ago? !

Not long after I traveled through time, I was brought back to my first destination by the simple villagers!

"What's wrong?"

Wang Zhu looked at Yang Qingyun, who was standing in the middle of the road, his expression changing after being awakened by him, and asked with concern.

"Oh, it's okay. I seem to have remembered something. Well, Uncle Zhuzhu, you go ahead and do your work. I'll be quiet first. Maybe I can recall more memories."

"Okay, just think about it slowly, don't worry, I'm going to cook first, remember to come over for a quick meal later!"

Seeing that Yang Qingyun was deep in thought, he seemed to be recalling his origins.

Although Wang Zhu was a little worried,

But he didn't intend to bother,

This little brother Yang Qingyun was brought back from outside the village a few days ago.

At that time, the tender-skinned man seemed to have fainted from hunger and was lying on the roadside. He didn't know which young master he belonged to in the city, so he kindly brought him back temporarily.

If his family finds him in the future, he might be able to get some money as a reward.

But when he returned to the village and woke up later, the other party said that he seemed to have lost all his memory. He only remembered that his name was Yang Qingyun, and he could no longer remember his family or anything else.

In desperation, he had to let him live in the village for the time being.

Now I seem to be able to think of something, which is the best, so I don't bother anymore, I say goodbye and leave with the basket.

Yang Qingyun stood in the middle of the road,

He slowly raised his hands and looked down at his palms.

They were a pair of ordinary mortal hands, white and slender, with no trace of calluses caused by practicing holding a knife, and there was no feeling of air leaking around the body!

It was exactly the same as in my memory when I first traveled through time.

"I am reborn!"

"Reborn thirty years ago!"

Feeling like a weak body that has completely lost all strength.

Surprise, panic, joy, excitement, mixed emotions, and finally the corner of the mouth turned up slightly, turning into an urge to laugh!

He can feel it,

The kind of weakness in his body now is not the kind of weather-beaten weakness he had before his death, with accumulation of hidden wounds, almost like a broken barrel leaking air everywhere.

But it is like a new-born bud, weak and weak when the seedling has not grown!

Deep inside the weak body is a place full of life!

If he hadn't lived for thirty years in his previous life and had a strong character that was honed by wandering around in troubled times, he might not be able to hold back tears at this moment!

He is back!

Back before he was robbed by Black Wind and sold into a mine as a slave, which caused regrets for the rest of his life!

Go back to the time before everything happened!

"No matter who it is, and 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.

In fact, he is not from this world.

Long before coming to this world, he had another life experience.

In the first life of the earth, he was an inconspicuous one among all living beings. He probably died in an accident one day. Apart from his parents and brothers who were sad, twenty or thirty relatives and friends heard it and lamented that life is short, and there will be no one left. Pay attention to the kind that cares.

The world would go on as usual without him, an ordinary person.

He vaguely remembered that he had read a good novel and stayed up all night reading it for several days. As a result, he closed and opened his eyes and came to a different world.

Then came the second life of wandering around in this world.

Life in another world is not as beautiful as the novel.

After traveling to this world, he is still just an ordinary person.

There is no system, no cheats,

He can only rely on himself and can only struggle to survive in this world.

But not long after he crossed over, he was attacked by Black Wind Bandits, and was kidnapped and made into a slave to dig mines in Luoshi Mountain, where the White Feather Sect belonged, for three years.

It wasn't until three years later that the Baiyu sect was wiped out, and they took advantage of the chaos to escape.

After escaping, he acted cautiously, seeking opportunities to practice martial arts while using the knowledge and ideas from his previous life to improve himself.

After fifteen years of hard work and hard work, he finally reached the level of Zang Zang, and developed a knife technique as fast as lightning. He was named the Lightning Knife and became famous in the Southern Wilderness martial arts world.

But then, fate played a big joke on him!

"Black Wind Pirate, Mine Slave, Dry Qi Technique"

Past memories flashed through his mind, and Yang Qingyun had a complex look on his face.

Three years in the mine, desperately practicing the basic Drying Qi Art taught by the Baiyu Sect in order to save his life, had completely drained his body of its potential.

It laid the foundation for his future martial arts practice to be extremely difficult.

After practicing Zang, the path forward is completely cut off!

It is precisely because of this that

Afterwards, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth revived, the Xuantian realm invaded, and martial arts ushered in a great explosion.

A more prosperous world of martial arts is coming!

Countless geniuses have gained great opportunities and competed to rise to a higher level of martial arts. In the old days, the innate talents in the martial arts world are no longer masters. The masters who were once enough to be sung by others are everywhere, and they are like the myth of the martial arts world, towering over the Seven Kingdoms. The great master in the world also lost the mystery of the dragon's head but not its tail.

The status of martial artists in the Zang training realm gradually retreated from the first-rate masters of the old era to the second-rate, then from the second-rate to the third-rate, and finally was completely submerged!

Times have changed!

But unfortunately,

Yang Qingyun, whose future was cut off, did not get much benefit from the revival of spiritual energy.

The body has long been torn to pieces under the oppression of the past years, and its origin has been severely damaged. No matter how unwilling it is, even if it takes more than ten times the efforts of ordinary people, it still cannot break through the innate!

In the blink of an eye, the results of the previous fifteen years of hard work were finally submerged in the torrent of the vast era, and could no longer make any waves!

Yang Qingyun, whose future is cut off,

Until dying,

He is still stuck in Zang training state and cannot get a breakthrough!

Do you regret it?

Of course I regret it!

But so what?

The fate of the weak cannot be controlled by them at all!

Back then, he was unable to restrain a chicken, so he was captured by the Black Wind Bandit and sold to the mine of the White Feather Sect.

He can't change it!

In the mine, in order to survive, I practiced the Dry Qi Art, squeezing the body's basic potential in order to gain greater strength than ordinary people.

He can't change it either!

In that hell,

If you fail to complete the mission of the White Feather Sect, you will die.

Even the weak will die if they are bullied!

In order to survive, I can only squeeze myself hard and practice the Dry Qi Jue, a low-grade evil technique that squeezes the body's potential, in order to get a chance to survive!

This is what the weak want to live on,

The price to pay!

"Fortunately, I'm back and everything can still change!"

Suppressing his trembling hands, Yang Qingyun took a long breath and calmed down.

Although I don’t know what the reason is, he was reborn and started the third life.

But for him, it undoubtedly gave him a chance to make up for his past regrets and a great opportunity to change his future destiny!

In this life,

He must change everything,

Try to survive,

Until the peak!

Yang Qingyun clenched his fists suddenly!

In his eyes, there is determination that has not changed at all after thirty years of wandering in his previous life!

at this time,

Boom! ! !

There was a continuous vibration and roar, and the sound of rapid horse hooves came from the road outside the village, followed by smoke and dust.

Whether they were inside the village or outside the village preparing to rush back, they all raised their heads and looked in that direction.

soon,

Accompanied by the sound of rapid drumbeats, from the end of the forest on the winding road in the village, a group of black cavalry riding tall horses with a strong breath were like a flood coming out of the gate, with a huge cloud of smoke behind them, rushing towards the village. Come!

The terrifying momentum was like a torrent and tsunami that swallowed everything!

All the villagers who saw this scene were shocked and stood there dumbly!

"Brothers, kill me!"

Among the black and thunderous cavalry, a one-eyed man who was leading the galloping team on a tall horse looked at the quiet and peaceful mountain village and the surrounding villagers who were as honest and weak as lambs, with a hideous and terrifying laugh on his face. .

Uh-huh!

The one-eyed man drew his sword boldly, and with the speed of the horse, the silver sword light passed through a villager on the roadside like lightning.

As blood spurted out, a head soared into the sky!

The one-eyed man took the lead, holding a blood-stained long knife in his hand, and led the cavalry into the mountain village with murderous intent!

In an instant,

There was chaos all around!

And at this time,

Yang Qingyun, who was in the middle of the village road, looked at the galloping team of thieves and horses. Long-lasting memories poured out from the depths of his mind. The overwhelming hatred finally turned into cold and terrifying murderous intent in his eyes!

"Black Wind Pirates, it's you!"

Memories well up in the depths of my mind like a tide,

Yang Qingyun slowly raised his palms, clenched his fists, and his eyes were cold.

"Although this body has not yet cultivated, as long as there is some strength in the body, that is enough!"

The power in your hands,

Extremely weak.

but,

At this moment, relying on the power of perception at the peak of Zang training in his previous life, he could clearly feel every inch of flesh and blood in the human body.

He carefully sensed the changes in energy in his body, and under his profound control, the energy circulated in his body based on his experience in his previous life.

With just a few frequency breaths,

He has already mastered every ounce of strength in his body!

all the power,

Gather them all into one body!

"In my previous life, my martial arts path only stopped at training the internal organs, but it was precisely because I was unable to advance further that I focused on tapping and using the power of qi and blood in my body."

"In terms of using 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!

this moment,

His body has not yet entered the path of martial arts, tempering Qi and blood.

But under the control of his past life memories and advanced realms, he has the power to control himself so that he is already at the pinnacle of a mortal!

Even at any cost,

It can even burst out the true power of an entry and exit warrior in an instant!

"You are dead!"

Cold murderous intent permeates the surroundings!