There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Wei County.

Shangyang Martial Arts School.

Outside a side courtyard on the west side, in the corner, dozens of teenagers were squatting side by side, most of them in ragged clothes, and Nie Wushuang was among them.

In the beginning, it was just a dream.

In the dream, he lived in an ancient world.

As long as I can remember, I have been on the run, avoiding pursuit.

At first, there were many people surrounding him to protect him. After several bloody fights, the people around him died and scattered. When he was sixteen years old, the last guard also left.

Only myself is left alone...

Then, the dream woke up!

No!

The dream is no longer a dream, the dream is reality.

I really turned into a sixteen-year-old ancient boy.

However, those memories suddenly became blurry, as if they were erased by a certain existence, or sealed by some force. They were completely blank. When they were replaced by themselves, perhaps due to the collision of souls, there were some defects. picture emerged.

The image of being guarded and hunted still exists.

Why?

That's not clear.

As for all kinds of things in the past life.

Also gradually moved away.

Three days!

Now, three days later, I have just gotten used to it a little.

A strong man in gray attire came over and stood in front of Nie Wushuang.

"You, get up and follow me!"

Nie Wushuang stood up without hesitation.

He followed the strong man across the open space in the courtyard and walked toward the verandah. As he walked, the strong man whispered to him.

"Boy, do you remember the words I taught you?"

Nie Wushuang nodded.

After a while, they came to the verandah.

The door of the room on the verandah is open, and a man who looks like a scribe is sitting behind the desk. On the desk, there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

"Master Du, people have brought..."

Master Du glanced at the strong man and then at Nie Wushuang.

"Meng Gang, is this the person you found?"

Meng Gang made a gesture with a smile on his face.

When a martial arts school recruits apprentices, it must have a guarantor as a guarantee. Most of them recruit locals who know the basics. However, this time there is a shortage of people and the temporary expansion of recruitment. The people above are in a hurry, so they give it to the people below to collude to make money. Chance.

Therefore, a wanderer like Nie Wushuang, whose details are not very clear, can also enter the martial arts gym.

Because they are not eligible for settlement subsidies.

Master Du picked up the pen and asked.

"Name?"

"Nie Wushuang."

Nie Wushuang replied.

"Huh?"

Master Du raised his head, glanced at Nie Wushuang again, and chuckled.

"Young man, isn't your name too big? If your destiny is not strong enough, you won't be able to hold it back! At the least, you will have a bad life, but at the worst..."

After saying that, he smiled.

Nie Wushuang lowered his head and said nothing.

The original name is neither Nie nor Wushuang. However, the original name has been hiding in Tibet since he was born, evading pursuit. Naturally, the name cannot be used. Nie Wushuang is the name of his previous life. Using this name can also remind him at any time. You, don’t forget where you came from.

"how old are you?"

"Sixteen years old."

"Where are you from?"

"Tan Town, Dahuai Village."

This is the place of residence that Meng Gang arranged for him.

It is said that that place is haunted. Most of the people in the village are dead, and those who are lucky enough to be alive have moved away. Now, it is completely deserted.

After a brief question and answer, Meng Gang took a piece of white paper filled with words from Master Du and brought it to Nie Wushuang.

"Make a fingerprint!"

Nie Wushuang lowered his head and looked at the paper.

This is a contract. Party A is Shangyang Martial Arts School, and Party B is him. The content is very simple. Shangyang Martial Arts School signs a ten-year contract with him, and the martial arts school will provide him with food and accommodation. In these ten years, he will become Shangyang Martial Arts School. An apprentice in the pavilion, practicing skills and obeying instructions...

There is a line of small words at the end of the contract.

If there are any mistakes in the practice of Kung Fu, you will be responsible for your own life and death!

"Hey, are you literate?"

"What are you looking at? Hurry and draw!"

Meng Gang looked sarcastic and impatient.

Without hesitation, Nie Wushuang pressed his fingerprint on the lower right corner of the contract.

Entering the martial arts gym was his active choice.

On the one hand, having a place to live can solve the problem of food and clothing.

On the other hand, if you can practice, in this world where extraordinary power exists, ordinary people without power can only be slaughtered by others. If you can practice successfully, you will at least have the strength to resist when the pursuers come from nowhere.

"follow me!"

Meng Gang handed the contract to Master Du and left with Nie Wushuang.

I went to the side to get clothes and bedding, and came to a courtyard. I entered a side room on the right side of the courtyard door. There were no extra furnishings in the side room except a large pavilion in the shape of a few characters. The bunk was covered with straw. After the door was opened, There was a rotten, damp smell that assaulted your nostrils.

"You are the first, choose a good position, get you into the martial arts gym, and give you this benefit, I can be considered worthy of you..."

Meng Gang smiled.

"There is a well behind the house and a water tank next to the house. You'd better get some water and clean it up. The person in charge of teaching you little brats is Gu Jiaoxi. He hates dirt the most..."

Nie Wushuang did not lose his smile.

He nodded dully.

Whether it was his original self or his previous life, he was not a person who was good at dancing and couldn't do anything to please him.

Seeing that Nie Wushuang didn't respond, Meng Gang couldn't say any more.

"I still have something to do, let's go..."

Just say it, curse and leave.

Nie Wushuang opened the wooden window of the large bunk bed outside, letting fresh air flow into the room, forming an internal and external circulation, so he felt much better.

Then, he spread the bedding under the window.

In his previous life, he lived in a boys' dormitory in the 1980s, with dozens of double bunk beds placed in one room. He still remembered how sour the smell was. The current environment is no less than that.

The window position is naturally a Feng Shui treasure land.

After putting the bedding in place, he looked at the thin layer of dust on the ground. Nie Wushuang took the bucket behind the door and went to the well to fetch half a bucket of water. He sprinkled some water on the ground and swept it gently with a broom. After that, he took off the tattered clothes on his body and wiped the windows and beds like a rag.

Looking at the results of his labor, Nie Wushuang smiled and nodded.

It can be said that the windows are clean!

After that, he took his change of clothes and a bucket to the well. It was April and the sun was warm. Although the well water was a little chilly, it was still suitable for washing. He just needed to dry himself as soon as possible and put on clean clothes.

The courtyard wall next to the well was very high. An apricot tree poked its head out from behind the wall. The apricot flowers were hanging on the branches, bringing a rich fragrance.

Nie Wushuang looked up.

There was also an apricot tree planted in the yard of his old home in his previous life.

All is past!

He lowered his head and wiped his body vigorously.

At this time, there were footsteps, door opening, and voices. It should be a companion coming in.

After washing, Nie Wushuang changed into clean clothes.

Gray clothes, short and tight clothes. He was probably not the first owner of this clothes. There were patches on the ribs and knees of the clothes. It had been washed, but it was put into the warehouse before it was dried. Therefore, there was a faint smell of mold.

Moreover, there was a faint stain on his chest.

It was not very conspicuous, but it existed.

It should be that the person who cleaned it was not careful, or he tried hard but couldn't clean it thoroughly. What on earth did it stain?

Nie Wushuang lowered his head and sniffed hard.

Musty smell, soap smell, and...

Blood smell?

His brows were slightly furrowed.

Nie Wushuang remembered the words in the contract again.

If there is any mistake, life and death are at your own risk.

He looked down at the ground, and the shadow extended under his feet and climbed on the wall on one side. In the eyes of others, it was just a black shadow, but in his sight, it was a boy who looked exactly like him, and at this time, he was also looking at him.

It was like inside and outside the mirror.

After waking up, it was like this.

Only he could see the other party, and everyone else turned a blind eye. Moreover, in his sea of ​​consciousness, there was a panel. Now, the panel was empty, but Nie Wushuang knew that this panel was related to the clone in the shadow.

This was his golden finger.

Afterwards, Nie Wushuang returned to the wing room with the bucket.

At this time, there were already companions in the room. A closer look revealed that there were four people in total. They were talking and laughing. It seemed that they were locals from Wei County and knew each other before entering Shangyang Martial Arts Hall.

Nie Wushuang put down the bucket and did not enter the house.

His clothes and bedding were thrown on the ground. The position he originally occupied was now occupied by a burly and old-looking teenager. The others surrounded him, centered on him, licking his face, and flattering him...

Seeing Nie Wushuang, a teenager shouted at him.

"Hey, the position in the corner is yours!"

Nie Wushuang closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

He walked over, picked up the clothes and bedding on the ground, patted the dust, and put them aside.

Bullying between teenagers is actually very cruel.

However, young evildoers cannot experience this cruelty. They cannot empathize with it unless they switch positions with each other.

When you encounter bullying for the first time, never retreat and tolerate it.

Otherwise, if there is a first time, there will be a second time, and countless times.

Nie Wushuang didn't say anything. The bully thought he had swallowed his anger, so he ignored him and laughed around the burly boy again.

Taking a deep breath, Nie Wushuang jumped up.

The three-foot-high bunk bed, he jumped up from the spot, and then kicked the boy who was still lying on the bunk bed and had no time to react, and kicked him hard on the waist, causing the guy to curl up and wail.

"What are you doing?"

The boy sitting on the bunk bed stood up.

As soon as he stood up, Nie Wushuang rushed over, and a sky-high hammer, his fist hit his nose bridge, and immediately, blood and snot mixed together, all over his face, the guy bent down and covered his face and yelled.

"Get out!"

Nie Wushuang yelled at the two boys standing under the bed.

At that moment, his eyes were extremely sharp, like a knife, containing a strong will, full of deterrence.

The two guys were trembling inside and all over.

For a moment, they stood there in a daze.

Then, Nie Wushuang jumped up, bent his knees, and pressed heavily on the leader who was still curled up and wailing. He pinched his throat with his left hand and punched him with his right hand. Punches rained down like rain, hitting the guy's face non-stop.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound continued, like beating dough.

The three companions of the guy, one was wailing, and the other two were trembling and dared not come forward.

Watching the boss being beaten.

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