Infernal Artist

"The current world: a past life."

"Status: Historical Controversy."

"The recording of this period of history has begun."

"Available time: one day (you have left the nightmare world, and you will return directly to the void if you leave here.)"

"first step:"

"Become a member of the martial arts school."

"If you succeed, you can move on. If you fail..."

"Consequence 1: Recording terminates immediately;"

"Consequence 2: Returning to Tibet the Supreme Martial Arts Sutra becomes a joke, and you will no longer have any help;"

"Consequence Three: You will not be able to reach the level of 'sainthood' and lose the only chance to save history."

The historical recorder finished writing the above paragraph and handed it to Liu Ping for a look.

"It seems that you have to join a martial arts school..."

Liu Ping murmured.

"It's not just that." The historian said.

"What other consequences are there?" Liu Ping asked.

"From now on, I can only follow you. You have to take care of the food, otherwise I will starve to death and history will not be recorded, and you will not be able to bring this history back to the main timeline." The history recorder said.

"Taking care of the food? This is easy." Liu Ping said with a sigh of relief.

At this time, a voice came from the martial arts hall:

"Start the selection now!"

"All those who have signed up for the selection will enter the library in order according to the queue!"

Everyone became nervous immediately.

Liu Ping also quickly took up his position in the queue and moved forward step by step in order.

The historical recorder was flying in the air, writing something in a swipe, and said: "Come on - this is the only chance, do you have confidence?"

"some."

Liu Ping looked around and saw that many applicants had powerful auras.

——But in real comparison, I never think that my attainments in martial arts and fighting are worse than anyone else.

"Yes, after all you have been fighting for so many lives and created countless methods along the way. You should be quite confident about this selection." The historical recorder said excitedly.

"I will do my best." Liu Ping nodded.

"By the way, why don't we go have a good meal at noon to celebrate after you complete this screening." The historical recorder suggested.

Liu Ping glanced at him.

——Yes, I am still responsible for raising this guy.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked.

"Don't make it too complicated - eight meats and eight vegetables, three wines and six plates. This kind of simple meal is completely enough. After all, you still have to practice." The historical recorder said.

Liu Ping rubbed the King of Thorns' private money ring on his finger and said: "...Looking back carefully, I haven't had a good meal in a long time."

"That's it?"

"Well, wait until I pass the selection first."

"Hahaha, you must be fine. I'll go look for a good store nearby."

After the historical recorder finished speaking, he disappeared in a flash.

At this time, Liu Ping's name was finally called out in the martial arts hall:

"Liu Ping, enter the hall and start the assessment!"

"yes!"

Liu Ping responded and walked towards the martial arts hall.

Three minutes later.

street.

Liu Ping sat on the curb and sighed involuntarily.

The historical recorder floated beside him and said in a completely desperate tone:

"How is it possible? Why did you fail?"

Liu Ping spread his hands and said: "I think I performed very well. I don't know why I was eliminated."

"What did you do?" asked the historian.

Liu Ping recalled: "As soon as I entered, an old man threw a boxing stance at me and asked me to attack with all my strength. When I saw his fingers spread upward, his lower body was calm, and his expression was subtle, I thought he had seen through my boxing style - —”

"Then what?" the historian asked impatiently.

"Then I beat him away." Liu Ping said confused.

The historical recorder was also startled.

"It's strange. Normally, this should have passed the selection. Why - no, I have to go and see!"

After saying that, he flashed and disappeared from the void.

after awhile.

The chronicler appears again.

Liu Ping asked: "Are my moves too simple and don't show much potential? So I don't look as good as others?"

"no……"

The historical recorder looked a little speechless and shook the booklet in his hand.

I saw densely packed words flying out of the booklet, constructing a picture out of thin air.

——It is that martial arts hall.

In the martial arts hall, the old man put up a boxing stance, pointed his fingers upward, and said to the other selector on the opposite side: "Okay, your selection has begun. Come directly to attack."

"yes!"

The selector took a few steps forward, took out a money bag from his arms, put it on the old man's open hand, and said with an apologetic smile: "It's just a small thing, not a sign of respect."

The old man weighed his money bag and said with satisfaction: "Yes, your understanding is natural. You pass the test."

The selector immediately bowed and said: "Thank you, Master."

"go in."

"yes!"

…

The screen ends.

Liu Ping: "..."

Historical recorder: "..."

Liu Ping thought for a while and said, "In this period of history, I must first become a member of the martial arts school?"

"That's right! But you failed!" the historical recorder said dejectedly.

"Actually, the mission is to 'become a member of the martial arts school', and it doesn't necessarily have to be the same martial arts gym just now." Liu Ping said.

He stood up and looked down the street.

I saw several martial arts schools connected to this street.

"let's go!"

Liu Ping walked forward along the street.

The historian's eyes lit up, he reached out and touched himself all over, and whispered: "It seems there is still a chance... I really don't want to be stabbed by the law of fate..."

He floated behind Liu Ping and followed quickly.

Liu Ping walked and looked at all the martial arts gyms on the entire street.

"How about it?"

the historian asked impatiently.

Liu Ping said: "What kind of world is this world?"

The historical recorder waved his hand impatiently and said: "The power system of this world is very complicated. I couldn't finish it in three days and three nights. Don't worry about it. This is just a small place for you to enter easily, and -"

"First of all, you have to join a martial arts gym and become a warrior. Only then can you be considered to have participated in this history - this is the starting point of everything."

"understood."

Liu Ping said, suddenly stopping.

An old man stood in front of him, looked at him and said: "You young man, you have a good foundation. If you can come up with twenty taels of gold, I will let you join us and start practicing."

Liu Ping said: "May I ask which martial arts school you are in -"

The old man pointed in one direction.

Liu Ping looked around and saw that it was a dark red tall building with a plaque hanging in front of the door:

"Yicui Building."

You can vaguely hear the sound of strings and bamboos, the sound of guessing games, and the laughter of women coming from the tall building.

Liu Ping's face stiffened.

The old man observed the words and expressions, and immediately understood in his heart, and said: "Young man, don't underestimate the brothels. In fact, many masters in martial arts schools have practiced for a lifetime, and they are not as good as the turtles in the brothels."

"Why is this?" Liu Ping asked.

"Bellhouse fights are more brutal."

"That's true, is it just because of this?"

"Think again, if there is a master who reneges on his debt here, and we can't beat him, wouldn't we let him escape the bill? Money is what we need to survive, and we must fight to the death to beat them." The old man said.

"That makes sense..." Liu Ping muttered.

The old man said: "Then are you coming? I am optimistic about your martial arts foundation, so I am willing to recommend you to be the turtle master?"

"I……"

"Young man, don't be afraid of hardship. As long as you work hard, maybe one day you will achieve great success in martial arts——"

"What will happen? I won't be a turtle anymore?" Liu Ping asked.

"You will become the Turtle King!" the old man said with a thumbs up.

"Sorry, I have no money." Liu Ping said.

"No money?" The old man immediately lost interest in talking and said disdainfully: "What a waste of my time. Why do you want to learn martial arts if you don't have money?"

He never looked at Liu Ping again, turned around and left.

Liu Ping didn't care either.

He continued to walk forward, carefully observing the martial arts gyms on the street.

"Hey, aren't you rich?"

The historian whispered.

"But I don't want to be a turtle." Liu Ping said.

"This world is so money-worshipping - I'm afraid if you can just find a martial arts school and be willing to spend money, you should be able to become one of them." The historical recorder said.

“So it’s even more important to choose carefully.”

Liu Ping suddenly stopped at the door of a martial arts gym.

This is a fairly large martial arts gym, with the door open and everything organized, clean and tidy.

Liu Ping glanced at him.

There was no one in the martial arts hall, only a girl was packing her luggage.

Liu Ping's eyes darkened, he strode into the martial arts hall and saluted:

"Liu Ping, I want to join the martial arts gym. Does your gym still accept disciples?"

The girl turned her head and glanced at him, sighing: "You can go to another martial arts gym, our martial arts gym is about to close."

"It's open fine, why do you have to close the door?" Liu Ping asked.

In his sight, lines of small words appeared above the girl's head:

"Heir to the Blood Heart Fist Technique."

"Friends from past lives."

"Attention: Because your 'seeing and hearing as names' has been upgraded to the mysterious level, you can see the names of all living beings in their previous lives."

"This girl was your best friend in a past life, and maybe she will be in the future."

so--

Who is this girl?

In future generations, will she have any intersection with him?

Liu Ping thought silently.

The girl looked sad and said: "The martial arts gym has injured too many people. I can't afford the medical expenses, and I can't pass the annual evaluation. I will be expelled soon. I have to go back to my hometown in the countryside."

Liu Ping pondered for a while and said: "We are destined to meet each other. I have always admired your martial arts. As long as you are willing to accept me into your academy, I will take care of the money."

He placed a piece of gold on the stone table.

"Really? Are you sure you want to help?" the girl asked in surprise.

"That's true," Liu Ping looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost noon now. Why don't I make something for lunch and let's eat and chat."

"Okay." The girl accepted the gold and said happily.

A decadent middle-aged man suddenly came out from behind Liu Ping, and he happily said: "Let's go, I have found a good restaurant."

"He is -" the girl said.

"My friend, he introduced me here." Liu Ping glanced at the middle-aged man.

Yes, this is the historical recorder.

He would only appear in the world during meal time. The rest of the time, he would write furiously in mid-air.

"Then let's go. I also hope that someone can help the martial arts gym. Unfortunately, everyone else is jealous of our gym's qualifications and location - only adding insult to injury, no one is willing to help."

The girl sighed.

"I'm here, isn't it?" Liu Ping said with a smile.

The girl nodded and followed him out of the martial arts hall.