Thriller Paradise

It was a harsh winter night, the sky was black and purple, and the earth was silver. ,

Yuan Zhen came out of a pub and took a bit of drunkenness into a secluded street.

This is his 30th birthday.

Yuan Hao, 30, is still a third-rate figure on the rivers and lakes.

On the appearance, he is ordinary, but also not handsome.

On wisdom, he also understands the truth, but he can't be smart.

As for the martial arts qualifications, he is indeed stronger than the average person. Unfortunately, his master is a third-rate character like him. He can only teach him some superficial martial arts.

All in all, he is a man with mediocrity, mediocrity, and mediocrity.

In the rivers and lakes, people like him are mostly never in the first place.

If someone said to him at the time, "You can be a martial arts lord in the future," he will definitely think that this is a joke, and even think it is a mockery.

Of course, someone really said this.

It was a fortune-telling scorpion, with a sturdy body and a rotten face.

On this cold winter night, the donkey was sitting in front of a broken square table on the side of the road, holding a long beak, waiting for the guests to come.

Yuan Zhen, who passed by, saw the blind man and walked over to sit at the table.

"Sir, the night is deep." Yuan said.

"How about that?" The voice of the scorpion is very strange. The voice is very hoar, as if someone is licking his neck.

"There is no one on the street." Yuan Yudao.

"I know." The blind man replied, "I can hear it."

Yuan Xiao smiled and shook his head: "Sir, I have some broken silver here. If you take it, you will return."

"I don't want to eat." The nephew knew the meaning of Yuan Yu, and he interrupted the other directly.

Yuan Yan grinned and felt that this scorpion was a little bit ignorant, but he turned to think about it, and felt that this scorpion also had some temperament.

"Then please ask me to give me a glimpse." Yuan Zhen thought about picking up.

"Well, what do you want to ask," asked the blind man.

"Oh," Yuan Xiao smiled.

He didn't want to count on his life, just watching this miserable cold and cold on the street. So I want to give him a few dollars to let him go back.

But now he doesn't want to count it, so Yuan Hao replied casually. "Then I asked the future."

For the line of fortune tellers. Yuan Zhen is also aware of this. This is the skill of the door to speak, pay attention to the observation and plausibility.

It is very difficult to do business like this empty mouth and white teeth. Holding, smashing, stimulating, and scaring face different people, there must be different ways to deal with it. If you want to eat this bowl of rice, you must have at least dozens of sets of established rhetoric; Still have to understand the strain. If you say it well, it is not difficult to earn some money; and if you say the wrong thing, it is still light to get the reward. It is also common to be beaten.

Yuan Zhen has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and has dealt with the three religions and nine streams. All kinds of doorways are a little bit known at the moment. He does not want to be embarrassed about this, so he asked an "entry level" question. I thought about listening to him and boasting a few words.

unexpectedly

"Okay." said the blind man, reaching out his hands. "This guest, and let me touch your face."

Yuan Zhen looked at the rough, thin hands of Xunzi and shook his head and said: "Okay."

He is a five-and-three-thick man, and he is not afraid of being cheap and touched by this nephew.

Therefore, Yuan Hao guided the hand of the blind man and placed it in his own two.

Another Yuan Zhen was surprised that the hand of the scorpion was very warm, not as cold as he thought, and the hands were also very powerful, giving a sense of solidity that did not match the appearance.

quickly. The nephew touched Yuan's forehead, cheeks, chin, and even the top of his head and ears behind him, then took back his hand.

"Oh," Yuan Yu looked at the scorpion and bowed his head, and he inferred that the other party was ready to start making a fool of it. He laughed. Asked, "How about Mr.."

"What you are asking is the future, then I will give you a future." The voice screamed back. "Since today, you will practice martial arts and walk the rivers and lakes as usual. Within ten years, the whole martial arts will be able to stand with you." More than three. By then. If you still have not deviated from the right path, then the position of the martial arts lord is also in the bag."

Yuan Zhen heard this and stunned for a while before he reacted and laughed loudly: "Ha ha ha ha ha" He couldn’t open his eyes with a smile. "This gentleman, hehe, according to your statement, I As long as you work diligently, don’t go to work for a long time, you can become a hegemony.

The blind man did not answer his question, but instead asked him a question: "Today, but your birthday"

"Well," Yuan Yan heard a word, and his face immediately showed a bit of suspicious color, and he replied, "Exactly."

He didn't know how this nephew guessed that today is his birthday. He only knows that this is not a brain-dead problem such as "What troubles do you have in your life recently?" but the fact that the probability of guessing is less than one-hundredth of one. .

After the "good" got the answer, the voice sang a "good" word and said, "It seems that this is God."

He whispered two inexplicable words, then suddenly grabbed Yuan Hao’s left arm resting on the table.

At this moment, Yuan Hao’s wine has been awake for a long time. He took a sip of cold air and made his brain wake up a few times: “What is this for Mr.”

"You have been practicing martial arts since the age of twelve. You have only worshipped one Master. You have learned four sets of half-workers in him. Four of them are the lower products in the next product." The blind man suddenly said it himself.

Yuan Zhen is shocked, because the other party said that it is not bad.

When Yuan Zhen was a child, he was a good family. He had been in private for a few years. He was not a material for reading. He did not grow much in the past few years. So when he was twelve years old, his father invited an old boxer who was very famous in the county town, let Yuan Hao worship the entrance, and since then he has abandoned the text.

Of course, the "name" of this boxer is limited to the county town of Yuan Yujia; it is a third-rate figure on the rivers and lakes. But fortunately, this teacher's father is limited in martial arts, but the teacher's morality is impeccable. He was arrogant and strict in supervising Yuan Yu, and he also passed the "half secret" passed by his master to Yuan Hao before his death.

"What are you," Yuan Yu asked in amazement, "How do you know?"

The nephew ignored Yuan Yu’s words and grabbed his arm and said: “You didn’t have the half-set of kung fu that you could practice, called Ming Xuan Gong. It’s a kind of masterpiece that has been lost for a long time.”

While the nephew is talking, Yuan Zhen only feels that a heat flow is poured from his arm and runs in a specific pattern in his meridians.

"This kind of martial arts is very peculiar. No matter how you practice it on weekdays, you won't feel that the skill has a half-point increase." The scorpion calmly narrates while arguing, "Every year, the life of Xuan Gong can only enter the country." Once, the time to enter the country must be on the day of the birth of the practitioner. Once the day is missed, the savvy skill of the practitioner who has been practicing hard for a whole year will be lost."

When I heard this, Yuan Hao’s brain slammed and almost fainted.

It is obvious that Yuan Hao has practiced "Life and Xuan Gong" and he has studied it very hard.

Even if he didn't know that it was a peerless martial art, he didn't even know what his kung fu was, but he could still see that the "half secret" was much more profound than the martial arts taught by Master. .

Anyone who is in the rivers and lakes is ambitious. Yuan Zhen is also very clear. For those who are still very mediocre at the age of 30, the half secret is probably the last hope of his success.

However, in those years of the past. No matter how hard he tried to practice the half of his mind, he could not improve his skill. It is better to practice those sloppy efforts to achieve the reality, at least to feel that their strength is gradually becoming stronger.

Until today, after listening to the scorpion, Yuan Hao finally knew the secret hidden by the half secret.

"Predecessor" Yuan Yu's name for Xunzi has changed, because he has understood that the person in front of him is not a fortune-teller, but a high-ranking person who only sees his life.

"Let's talk less." The blind man interrupted him again. "Remember the trend of my work with your heart. This is what you don't have on your half secret."

Yuan Yu heard the words. Immediately close your eyes and concentrate on remembering.

He is a bad luck man, so he knows better to seize the opportunity.

Yuan Zhen knows that he is not the kind of martial arts wizard, and the adventure at this moment is not afraid to have a second time. Therefore, he has to fight hard to remember each other's work.

The north wind whistling, the night is getting thicker

I don't know how long it took, the scorpion converges on the internal force and loosens Yuan Hao's hand.

"Well, I have used my internal force to break through the life for you. Xuan Gong's year of this year. The power of Xuan Gong accumulated in the previous year has been stimulated. I think you can feel it." The breath is still very stable. It can be seen that the internal force is unfathomable. "From now on, you still practice according to the secrets of your half secrets. On the day of the birth, you can use the method I teach you today to run internal forces. The real power of Ming Xuan Gong."

Before he had finished speaking, Yuan Hao had already squatted on the ground and stunned three heads.

"Thank you for your predecessors," Yuan Hao almost whimpered out these four words.

This is naturally not a kind of performance, but a gesture from the heart.

Yuan Yu’s forehead has been smashed in the cold snow, bleeding in his eyes, and full of tears.

These tears carry too much emotion of a mediocre person, bitterness, helplessness, despair, lament, joy, jealousy, excitement, and emotion.

The feeling of that moment, Yuan Hao is unforgettable.

"I don't have to thank me, I said it is God's will." The blind man said, he stood up and fumbled and took the raft next to him. "You can meet me here and here, and let me give you fortune telling." This is something that only God can do."

He paused and said: "Actually, you haven't sat down yet. I have already repaired your martial arts roads and internal forces for seven or eight points. I raised my hand and touched your root bone. I really wanted to give it. You counted a fortune-telling, but I did not expect to find a half-set of my life."

Scorpion said that he has slowly turned around: "Today's martial arts, the people who can create their own superior martial arts have disappeared, and the sacred ancestors left behind, some of them will teach and will not learn, will learn. The idiot of teaching gradually lost his hand." He shook his head and snorted. "Oh, I met you, it is the chance. If my hands-on work today can make the life of Xuan Gong reappear in the world, it is also considered as this. A generation is not as interesting as a generation of martial arts."

At that time, Yuan Hao could not understand the meaning of these two sentences, and the 20-year-old Yuan Mengzhu seemed to understand.

For the laity who are in the rivers and lakes, "getting" is the most important thing.

Peerless martial arts, Wanjiajiacai, and the name of Qihe are all they want.

For a high-ranking person like "Xunzi", "getting" is not so important.

When martial arts are hard to find a defeat, they get loneliness; when the accumulated wealth of the family is hard to count, they get numbness; when the reputation is so big that the world knows, the emptiness is obtained.

A person who is strong to loneliness, numbness, and emptiness, either goes to destruction or goes to transcendentality.

The blind man is obviously a transcendent person. The transcendental person will travel to the ocean for a moment, and will stop for a dust, but they will not work hard for the fame and fortune, nor will they be greatly saddened by the gains and losses.

Unfortunately, although Yuan Hao has understood a lot of things today, he is not the Yuan Hao of that year. He knows what a transcendent person is, so he knows that he will never be such a person.

Twenty years later, the heart was buried in the valley.

The palm of the hand is blooming, and the palm of the hand is like a mountain.

Yuan Wei’s seven successes, who can block today’s martial arts

The answer is that no one can.

Unlike those young and famous, well-rounded martial arts famous people, Yuan Hao’s first half of life is desolate. He deeply understands the pain of a mediocre person, and his fear of this pain is his endless motivation.

Driven by this kind of power, Yuan Hao’s practice of Xuan Gong’s hard work far exceeds the prediction of Xunzi after 20 years of precipitation. After 20 breakthroughs, Yuan Zhen’s life, Xuan Gong, has already been pure. The situation.

Since he was on the throne of the martial arts lord ten years ago with the name "martial arts first", he has never made any effort. Because since then, looking at the entire martial arts, I can't find an opponent that can match him.

It’s too late, it’s fast

But see, Yuan Hao’s palms easily broke a big tree with the ravages of the ruin, and they took the two sides of the Song Wuqi behind the trunk and the trunk.

The blood and internal organs that spurt out are particularly eye-catching in the green forest. In the light and fog, it seems like it will shine.

All the martial arts people who have witnessed this palm, none of them are not amazed at the power of Yuan Wei. For them, that palm is a realm that is beyond the reach of life.

However, some people even disdain, and spit out there: "There is not much strength. I will develop the performance of the lame, and I should be able to kick the power and the similar moves."

"I am very curious", the flower did not pay attention to the words of the brother, but said, "In the martial arts script, like this kind of strong humanoid npc will be killed by the ordinary bullets?"

"Yes, we tried." If the rain directly answered his doubts, "In fact, the bullets have a miracle in this type of script. Most of the npcs that are not very strong can be attacked by ordinary guns, and they are killed. This kind of attack is almost undefended; although the ss-class guys don’t do that, they can also attack the long-range spike with a powerful shooting system."

“Well,” said the flower room. “Suddenly, I feel that this staffing arrangement seems to be a bit problematic.”

"Cut ~" I feel that the brother knows the meaning of Miss An Da, he immediately swears, "I can count the npc in the script to learn how we are the game ~ok I lined up for the red cherry, but not for The script. Besides, the script is also random. How do I know that it will be the world of martial arts?"

"Is it clear that every time someone who is obsessed with completing the plot actually uses this excuse?" If the rain is cold and cold, "I have to look at how you focus on the game today." To be continued. ~Search the basket color, you can read the full chapter later

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