The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

When Zhou Ming regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a street.

This was his second time to experience this kind of cross-world transmission, but unlike the first time, there was no process of falling asleep and waking up, and there was not even the barrier between him and the world like last time.

He just appeared in this world directly, and the whole process was extremely smooth.

Zhou Ming looked around.

A road paved with bluestone slabs, about the width of two carriages parallel, along the street shops, restaurants, teahouses, bathhouses, kimono girls coming and going, geishas with high hair, samurai with swords on their waists, hawkers carrying goods...

In the bustling crowd, Zhou Ming, who was dressed in a way that was out of tune with the surrounding environment, stood quietly on the street, but did not attract the slightest strange look from the people around him.

While Zhou Ming was looking at the surrounding environment, the Lord God had already stuffed the information into his mind.

[Tosho Island, Moonlight Age. The lord Nohara Momonosuke, who had ruled the world for 20 years, felt that his time was coming, so he summoned the daimyo of the country and announced that he would pass on the throne. ]

[However, his requirement for passing on the world is not to have an heir, a retainer, or a certain daimyo's wealth or number of samurai. ]

[He wants to see the fighting and blood of samurai with superb martial arts from all over the world. ]

[He wants the daimyo who aspires to the world to bring the samurai who think they are the best in the world, and have them kill each other as the daimyo's agents. ]

[The daimyo represented by the final and strongest samurai who is the best in the world will be the heir to this world. ]

[This is the game of a lord, a tyrant, and a demon king before his death. ]

[Mission mode: single player survival. ]

[Mission 1: Participate in the world's best samurai conference. Join any daimyo within 10 days and get a place to participate in the world's best samurai conference. Get 1000 bonus points. 3000 bonus points will be deducted if the mission fails. ]

[Mission 2: Eliminate the daimyo. Get 100 bonus points for each daimyo who loses the qualification to compete for the throne. ]

[Mission 3: Win the title of the world's best samurai. Get 3000 bonus points. 】

【When the world's first warrior conference ends, this mission ends and returns to the main god space. 】

【Special buff for the novice period: cold weapon lv2, only for this mission. 】

【Special reward for the novice period: every time you defeat a warrior in a martial arts duel, you will get some of his martial arts experience. 】

【There is no identity information arrangement in this world, and the appearance of the reincarnationist has a certain degree of disguise! The mission begins! 】

Carefully savoring the content of this mission, it took a while for Zhou Ming to come back to his senses.

He already knew the background of the world, and there was nothing to be surprised about. He cared about the three tasks, only Task 1 had a failure penalty, and the penalty was not serious, and the other two tasks only had rewards.

In other words, even if Zhou Ming did not do any of the three tasks, at most he would only deduct 3000 bonus points, and he would not be directly wiped out by the main god, unless Zhou Ming's bonus points became negative.

Although Zhou Ming knew that the Lord God had very lenient requirements for the Reincarnators in the first three novice missions, it was still somewhat unexpected that they were so lenient.

"However, although there is no mandatory requirement, as a Reincarnator, you will definitely work hard to complete the mission for more reward points."

The tasks arranged by the Lord God will become more and more difficult. Skipping classes will only make the Reincarnators lack reward points to strengthen, and they will inevitably become more and more exhausted until they die in a certain mission.

"Well, although I will definitely participate in the main mission, it would be a waste if I don't operate well under such lenient conditions!"

Zhou Ming touched his chin and laughed.

"Hey! Boy, what are you laughing at! Didn't you hear me calling you!"

A rough voice exploded in his ears, interrupting Zhou Ming's thoughts, and he couldn't help but glance at the owner of the voice with some disgust.

"Asshole! What's that look in your eyes! Damn kid, do you look down on me!"

A samurai with a funny topknot and wooden clogs on his feet, with a red face and a drunken look, yelled at Zhou Ming excitedly.

Before he figured out the surrounding environment, Zhou Ming didn't want to cause trouble, so he said in a calm tone: "Get out of here."

"You bastard!"

The samurai's blood immediately surged, and under the influence of alcohol, he immediately drew his sword and pointed it at Zhou Ming.

"How dare you treat a samurai like this? Which dojo kid are you from? Who is your teacher? Tell me!"

Zhou Ming sighed, why are these samurai so irritable? Why can't they talk calmly? Drawing a sword at a disagreement, is this reasonable?

Although Zhou Ming was not a good-tempered person, he could only suppress his emotions and carefully greeted the other party with a look of excitement, as if he was going to chop him at the next moment: "Stop making so much noise, can't you just roll away?"

"Ah! Go to hell!" The warrior's eyes were red, and he raised his samurai sword and chopped it towards Zhou Ming's head.

Ding!

A crisp sound.

The warrior's arms were raised and stopped in mid-air, and the whole person fell into a stagnation.

Only half of the samurai sword in his hand was left, and the other half was spinning in mid-air, drawing an arc and falling to the ground, making a crisp sound of "clang clang".

He stared blankly at the long sword in Zhou Ming's hand, which was definitely not a samurai sword. It was this sword that just cut off his samurai sword effortlessly.

"You, what kind of sword is that?"

The warrior asked unwillingly.

As a samurai, it was a great humiliation to have his weapon cut off. Now his only hope was that he only lost because of his inferior weapon, not because of his inferior skills.

Zhou Ming raised his eyebrows and said immediately: "Why, I have been tolerant step by step, but you still won't let me go and want to snatch my knife? Too much!"

He thrust it forward, and the speed was so fast that the samurai didn't see it clearly, and the blade had already pierced his neck.

"It's a pity to kill you with this knife, but, hum, it's really the most peaceful to kill a mosquito."

With a gentle pull, there was no trace of blood on the blade of the adamantium alloy knife.

Sheathed the knife.

A trace of martial arts experience appeared in his mind out of thin air, and was gradually digested and absorbed by Zhou Ming.

"Takeuchi Zansui-ryu? Is this his practice school?"

Zhou Ming carefully experienced the martial arts experience kindly provided by this samurai whose name he didn't even know.

Unlike the previous game, the killers had rich combat experience, not limited to gun skills. Firearms, blasting, assassination, poisoning, there are many and varied, and combat experience actually contains a lot of knowledge.

The martial arts experience of the samurai is mainly reflected in his swordsmanship. Although different martial arts schools have their own characteristics, they all belong to the category of cold weapons, which can be said to be specialized and refined.

"Murder!"

As the samurai fell, the peddlers around him screamed, and the people who didn't dare to approach because of the two people's swords fled farther in panic.

However, in the crowd, there were several men dressed as samurai who squeezed in against the flow of people, roaring with anger on their faces.

"Oda!"

"Asshole, where did you come from, a samurai, and dare to kill people in the street!"

"Damn bastard, bully our Takeuchi Tanshui Ryu, don't you have anyone! Draw your sword!"

Several samurai had already drawn their swords before they approached, obviously not wanting to give Zhou Ming a chance to react, and planned to hack him to death directly.

"In broad daylight, people are hacked in the street. Is this world so chaotic?"

"Alas, in troubled times, people are worse than dogs in prosperous times. In this dangerous situation, even I can only protect myself!"

Zhou Ming's face was slightly sad. A pistol slipped from his sleeve into his hand. He raised his hand and sent three bullets into the eyebrows of the three people who rushed up.

If necessary, he could even squeeze out a few tears to set off the atmosphere and add a bit of beauty to the sadness on his face.

A wanderer with a cold appearance but infinite tenderness in his heart, killing people and crying at the same time, think about that scene, how beautiful.

It's a pity that no one appreciates it.

Amid the deafening gunshots, the three people leaned back and fell on the stone floor. In the flying dust, blood splashed on the ground, like a bunch of red lotus flowers blooming, enchanting and moving.

Only the last person was left. He was originally at the back. At this time, he had only pulled out half of the knife when he saw the people in front of him fall down one after another. He was sobered up on the spot.

"This world can use guns. Good news. Hot weapons can be used. My survival ability has been greatly improved."

"I didn't get any martial arts experience. It turns out that using guns to protect myself is OK, but the benefits are not. Well, you get what you pay for, which is in line with the choice of equivalent exchange. I wonder if using poisonous insects will work?"

Zhou Ming put away his gun, nodded, and completed a simple experiment. He got some conclusions, and there are still some questions that need to be verified.

What is the level of technology in this world? Are there hot weapons used in practice? Are there any extraordinary powers? Are there ghosts and gods? These questions about his survival must be clarified.

"Hey, where are you going!"

At this time, the warrior who had escaped by chance was trembling all over and preparing to escape. Zhou Ming suddenly called him, and his legs softened in fear, and he knelt down directly.

"Sir, don't kill me! I absolutely didn't mean to offend you just now. Please spare my life! I have an 80-year-old mother at home..."

The warrior wailed and kowtowed to Zhou Ming repeatedly.

"I think you are less than 30 years old. Is your mother 80 years old?"

Zhou Ming stepped forward and kicked the warrior to the ground, yelling: "Don't you take the honor of a warrior very seriously? Why are you so cowardly? Stand up!"

"Sir, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

It was unknown whether the warrior was frightened or born timid. Zhou Ming asked him to stand up, but he didn't dare to stand up. He got up from the ground and continued to kowtow to Zhou Ming, begging for mercy.

"What a trouble." Zhou Ming impatiently stepped on the warrior's back, pointed at him, and activated the second-level soul-bewitching Gu.

This is one of Zhou Ming's second-level soul-path Gu worms. Its function is to confuse people's minds, like being hypnotized, and obeying his words like a puppet.

Soon, the warrior's eyes became blurred, he giggled, his movements gradually stopped, and his whole body swayed, as if he was sleepwalking.