The Golden Retriever Lion King of Wuxia

“Master, I’m going out to wander!”

Looking at Cheng Kun in front of him, Xie Xun’s emotions in his heart were complicated, and he didn’t know whether to be grateful or hateful.

“Well, go, your current martial arts have no problem in protecting yourself in the rivers and lakes, it’s good to go out and have a break.” Cheng Kun’s tone was soft, his eyes were full of gratification, and he had extremely high expectations for Xie Xun, who was talented and talented in literature and martial arts.

If it was the original Xie Xun, he would definitely be grateful to Cheng Kun, but at this time, Xie Xun was no longer Xie Xun.

Half a year ago, Yang Zhi from the earth crossed into this world based on Jin Yong’s novels, possessed the golden retriever lion king Xie Xun in his youth, replacing the original Xie Xun.

Compared to the original script, the age of many characters in this world and the chronological order of various events are distorted.

And the history of this world has also undergone great changes, after Genghis Khan laid down the huge Mongol Empire, his descendant royal family did not have internal strife, but firmly ruled most of Eurasia and established a huge Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

Yang Zhi, who has read the novel of Yitian Tu Nong, knows very well that the Xie Xun family that Cheng Kun will harm in the future will not only kill Xie Xun’s entire family, but also stimulate Xie Xun to kill people like a numb, becoming a pawn for him to disrupt the Ming Sect.

However, at this time, Cheng Kun has not yet experienced the tragic death of his beloved junior sister, has not experienced a great change in temperament, and he really cares for Yang Zhi from the heart, and when teaching martial arts, he also teaches it with all his pockets, almost hand-in-hand.

After Yang Zhi crossed over, he did not think about changing Cheng Kun’s fate, but it is a pity that Cheng Kun has a deep affection for his junior sister Liu Xinru, and has reached the point of being unable to extricate himself, which Yang Zhi can not change.

Yang Zhi still remembered that on the day he got the news that Liu Xinru married Yangdingtian, Cheng Kun’s whole heart was like a dead ash, like a walking corpse, and he stood in the courtyard for a whole night.

Yang Zhi was full of gratitude to Cheng Kun, but Yang Zhi knew that after this parting, when the master and apprentice met again, they might be enemies.

“Thank you Master for your cultivation grace!” Xie Xun (Yang Zhi) bowed to Cheng Kun and kowtowed three times.

Cheng Kun sighed and said, “Good apprentice, Master will also leave here, if you leave this time, don’t come back.” ”

“Where is Master going?”

Although he asked so, Yang Zhi knew very well in his heart that Cheng Kun was going to Bright Top and had a private meeting with Liu Xinru, who had become Mrs. Yang.

Cheng Kun looked up into the distance and smiled without speaking.

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Xie Xun kept walking west, and only when he couldn’t see Cheng Kun was relieved.

He carried the mixed yuan gong, thunderbolt fist in one hand, smashed it heavily on the ground, and there was a muffled sound on the ground, cracking a gap more than ten meters long.

“This is the power of my martial arts with all my strength now.” Xie Xun looked at his palm excitedly, his martial arts were not as simple as Cheng Kun seemed.

Half a year ago, he crossed over with him, and there was also a system called Wu Duzun, which could help the host, speed up the cultivation of martial arts, and break through various bottlenecks.

After hard training, the three stunts learned from Cheng Kun, Mixed Yuan Gong, Thunderbolt Fist, and Phantom Yin Finger, have all been practiced by Xie Xun to the point of pure green.

Because he was worried about becoming an enemy of Cheng Kun in the future, Xie Xun never showed his true martial arts realm in front of Cheng Kun.

Only now did Xie Xun freely perform a martial art with all his strength to see how the effect was.

“Now my martial arts should only be higher than Cheng Kunlai, and it is more than one grade higher than Xie Xun in the original plot.” Xie Xun said to himself.

In the original plot, Cheng Kun, who did not enter Shaolin to learn art, his martial arts skills were much higher than those of the four great kings, and Fan Yao, the right envoy of light, was between Bozhong.

“That is, I said that the current martial arts are similar to Fan Yao.” Xie Xun thought that with the help of the only martial arts system, he would not encounter a bottleneck in practicing any martial arts, and as long as he practiced, he would be able to continuously improve.

Originally, he was just an otaku on Earth, but now he has become a master with high martial arts, excited, running all the way, running for more than ten miles, and with the support of the mixed yuan gong, he does not feel tired at all.

Walk through a small desert to an old inn.

Probably because of the butterfly effect caused by crossing, Xie Xun’s current age is only nineteen years old, several years younger than the original plot.

Xie Xun is tall and burly, with blonde hair, which makes people feel extraordinary at first sight.

Walked into the inn, found a place to sit, ordered a few pounds of beef, and ate happily.

Several Mongolian officers and soldiers broke in and shouted at the people in the inn.

“All stand up, the rebels of the Ariake Sect have mixed in, we want to search.”

Xie Xun frowned, at this time the entire Western Regions were controlled by the Mongol princes, as a vassal of the Yuan Dynasty, paying tribute every year, the Mongols greedy for enjoyment, exploiting and oppressing the common people in the territory, and the people were miserable.

As soon as the Mongolian officers and soldiers drank this, most of the inn stood up and accepted the search with sincere fear.

These officers and soldiers came purely to find a reason to make money, and those who understood, after paying some money, were fooled, and those who did not pay were tied up.

An officer and soldier saw Xie Xun sitting indifferently, walked over, stretched out his finger and nodded on Xie Xun’s head, and said contemptuously: “Stand up for Uncle!” ”

Xie Xunfeng glanced at the officers and soldiers lightly, and slapped his palm on a chair next to him, and under the internal strength of the mixed yuan gong, the chair was shattered into pieces.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the Mongolian officers and soldiers, they just came out to make money, typical bullying and fear of hard, seeing that Xie Xun was a master, he pouted ruefully, and walked to the next target, not to fight with a martial arts master like Xie Xun.