This was the movie world that Xueyi told him to enter later. x。
"Xueyi, what's going on? Didn't I change the plot in ? Why is there still at this time? "Ye Xuan asked Xueyi in confusion. Did all these movies exist? Even if he changed the plot, what happened in the sequel would still happen?
"Master, you'll only know the specific situation after you enter the movie world. However, one thing I know is that although the movie world is just a fantasy world, I've explained it to you before. Every fantasy world has its own plot direction. In Xianxia novels, it's like the Heavenly Axiom that arranges every detail. When the plot direction is changed for some reason, the existence like the Heavenly Axiom will try its best to correct the changed plot to a certain extent, allowing the plot to proceed according to the previous plot direction. Of course, if the previous plot is changed too ridiculously, such as the death of the world's protagonist or a major change in the plot, the plot will go in an unknown direction, "Xueyi explained.
"I see. Alright then, let me go in and see what kind of changes have happened to this movie and what kind of mission is waiting for me. Xueyi, send me in! "Ye Xuan said straightforwardly. A white light flashed and Ye Xuan lost consciousness!
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Year 19, Hong Kong!
"Sob sob sob, Senior Brother Ye, Senior Brother Ye, please be alright. Cui 'er doesn't want anything to happen to Senior Brother. Cui' er doesn't want Senior Brother to die like Daddy. Senior Brother Ye, don't abandon Cui 'er like Daddy did. Cui' er will be obedient from now on. Cui 'er won't ask to eat candied hawthorn anymore. Sob sob sob, Senior Brother Ye, wake up … "
Ye Xuan regained consciousness. He heard a sobbing sound. Ye Xuan moved his eyelids and opened his eyes. He saw a small body crying on his chest. His chest was obviously wet.
"Cough. Cough! " Ye Xuan faked a couple of coughs. He still had no idea where the system had brought him and what had happened.
Hearing Ye Xuan's cough, the little body lying on his chest was startled and jumped up like a little rabbit. Seeing Ye Xuan open his eyes, she immediately jumped up in surprise and shouted, "Senior Martial Brother Ye! Senior Apprentice Brother Ye, you woke up! That's great! "
At this time, Ye Xuan finally saw the girl in front of him who claimed to be Cui Er. She turned out to be a little loli who was about eleven or twelve years old. "Ah, that's right, Senior Brother Ye, you've just woken up. Wait, Cui 'er made some porridge for you. Wait, I'll bring it to you!" Cui Er suddenly screamed and clapped her hands. Then, she quickly turned around and ran out of the house.
Looking at Cui Er, who was wearing clothes that had been washed white and was obviously wearing old clothes, running away, Ye Xuan frowned. What kind of identity did the System arrange for him? Why didn't he have a clue?
Ye Xuan propped himself up with both hands and sat up on the bed. He observed his surroundings and saw that he was in a somewhat old room. The furnishings in the room were also very simple. There was only a set of blackened tables and chairs with peeling paint, and an ancient bed that looked like it was about to fall apart under him.
Lowering his head to look at himself, he discovered that he was still wearing a set of grey cotton clothes. There were some torn marks on the clothes, and there were also some dark red bloodstains that carried a fishy smell. Under his body, he was covered with a thick cotton quilt that had been washed so many times that it had turned white.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a message emerged from the depths of his mind. With Ye Xuan's current spiritual power, it was completely easy to receive it. He found that it was the information of the identity that the System had arranged for him.
His name was still Ye Xuan. At this time, it had been 11 years since the previous "Ye Wen 1." The identity that the System had arranged for him was that he had lost his memory due to a head injury when he bombed the Japanese headquarters in Guangzhou. He ended up in Hong Kong and was finally taken in by a martial artist in Hong Kong named Sun Jinshan.
Speaking of this Sun Jinshan, it seemed that he had a lot of connections with him. This was because Sun Jinshan's father, Sun Chuannong, seemed to have been apprenticed to Wang Shirong, who had fled to Hong Kong. Sun Chuannong had learned quite a bit of Iron Thread Fist and could be considered as Sun Jinshan's martial nephew.
This Sun Chuannong practiced the Iron Thread Fist to a small degree, so he opened a Sun Family Fist Dojo in Mongkok, Kowloon. He opened the dojo to accept disciples, specializing in teaching the Iron Thread Fist, intending to carry forward this Money Thread Fist. Because Sun Chuannong was indeed a talent in martial arts, he was also quite a famous martial artist in the first generation of Kowloon when he was alive. Some martial artists who were not convinced of his strength and came to challenge him were defeated by him one by one. This also contributed to the Sun Family Boxing Dojo's fame for a while.
However, as the saying goes, "A man cannot be happy for a thousand days, a flower cannot be red for a hundred days!" Sun Chuannong's martial arts skills were indeed good, but when it was passed on to his son, Sun Jinshan, it was only considered average. It was not that Sun Jinshan did not work hard, it was just that the practice of martial arts sometimes paid attention to the issue of "aptitude." Sun Jinshan's aptitude for martial arts was only average. In the end, when the Iron Thread Fist was used on him, he only received 60% to 70% of Sun Chuannong's skills.
As the saying goes, "How can a person not be stabbed in the pugilistic world?" In this day and age, even a gangster could make two or three enemies, let alone these martial artists who fought bare-armed with swords and sabers every day. Who dared to say that they did not have any enemies?
When Sun Chuannong was still alive, due to his prestige, even if others had enmity with him or were jealous of his martial arts club, they could only curse him in secret, or secretly file his birth date and eight characters. In any case, they could only be angry but not dare to say anything. However, after seeing Sun Chuannong's death, these people jumped out like grasshoppers. First, they suppressed the Sun Family Boxing Dojo, then they shamelessly challenged Sun Jinshan. Even a tiger could not fight against a pack of wolves. Moreover, Sun Jinshan's Iron Thread Fist was only 60% to 70% of Sun Jinnong's skill. Finally, after five years, after the accumulation of internal injuries from the martial arts competition, he finally died on his sickbed.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. The Sun Clan Martial Arts Dojo, which was already declining after Sun Jinnong's death, finally fell apart overnight after Sun Jinshan's death. The remaining members all fled, leaving only Ye Xuan, who had been taken in by Sun Jinshan more than ten years ago, and his youngest daughter, Cui'er, who was a little slow in the head and had been taken in by Sun Jinshan.
At this point in the story, what happened next was very simple. Sun Jinshan died, and the disciples of the Sun Family dispersed, leaving only the slightly brainless Ye Xuan and the weak little girl, Sun Cui 'er. The Sun Family Boxing Dojo had been in the limelight for a while, so the boxing dojo was naturally not bad. Although some of the Sun Family disciples sold some of the things in the Sun Family Boxing Dojo when they fled, a broken boat still had three kilograms of nails, not to mention the huge Sun Family Boxing Dojo. Therefore, some people had their eyes on the Sun Family Boxing Dojo and planned to take it for themselves. However, although Ye Xuan was a little brainless after he lost his memory, his luck was very good. He foiled their schemes several times as if he had the help of God. Therefore, in the end, this group of people lost their patience and revealed their ferocious fangs. If they couldn't do it openly, they would do it secretly. They sent someone to sneak into the Sun Family Boxing Dojo at night and beat Ye Xuan to death. As long as Ye Xuan died, Sun Cui 'er would be the only child left. Then, wouldn't the Sun Family Boxing Dojo be theirs?
Their plan was indeed feasible. Previously, Ye Xuan was also killed by their people. However, these people would never have thought that the death of the brainless Ye Xuan would be exchanged for an even more terrifying Ye Xuan.
"Huwei Dojo, Taihong Boxing Dojo!" Ye Xuan muttered the names of the two dojos, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
After sorting out the identity information in his mind, Ye Xuan got up from the bed and walked out. He moved around a bit and found that all the internal injuries caused by the sneak attack had disappeared. He knew that this should be the work of the system. It eliminated all the effects of this body and returned the attributes that originally belonged to him to himself. With the strength of his body now, even if he lay there without moving, those people who had plotted against him would not be able to touch a single hair on his body.
"Ah, Senior Brother Ye, why are you up? Quickly lie down and don't move. Otherwise, my injuries will not heal. I won't be able to play with Cui 'er in the future. " Cui 'er returned with half a bowl of slightly burnt yellow and white porridge in her hand. When she saw Ye Xuan stand up from the bed, she was shocked. She quickly put the porridge in her hand on the table and pushed Ye Xuan towards the bed with her small hands.
Looking at the half bowl of yellow and white porridge on the table that Cui 'er had put on the table, Ye Xuan wanted to say something. His eyes fell on Cui' er's white and tender hands that were pushing him. He gently picked them up and frowned. "Cui 'er, what happened to your hands?"
"No, it's okay, Senior Brother Ye. Cui 'er's hands are fine …" Cui' er seemed to be afraid that Ye Xuan would see her hands. She wanted to hide them, but her small body was no match for Ye Xuan. Her hands were firmly held in front of her by Ye Xuan.
"You still say it's okay? Your hands are like this. How can they be okay?" Ye Xuan frowned as he looked at Cui 'er. Cui' er's hands, which were supposed to be white and tender, had turned red. There were even a few blisters on her fingers, but she still insisted that she was fine. A sour feeling suddenly welled up in Ye Xuan's heart.
"I, I … As long as Senior Brother Ye is okay, Cui 'er, Cui' er … Wah!" As she spoke, Cui'er suddenly threw herself on Ye Xuan's body and burst into tears.
Cui 'er was only a little girl in his arms. Listening to Cui' er's voice, Ye Xuan's eyes couldn't help but redden. He took a deep breath and said with a nasal voice, "Let's go, Cui 'er. I will take you to eat delicious food now!"
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