Randengsi Village was located in Baoji City, Shaanxi Province, on the edge of the thousand-year-old primeval forest in the Qinling Mountains. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers, with lush vegetation, beautiful scenery and simple folk customs. It was very famous in the whole Shaanxi Province, because there was an ancient Randengsi Temple built in the Northern and Southern Dynasties on the back mountain of the village.
The sun was about to set, and the afterglow shone on Randengsi Village.
It was midsummer. The mountains and fields were green like waves, and the scenery was like a painting, so beautiful that it was fascinating.
A slender young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked out of the only livestock slaughterhouse in the village, humming a tune while holding a grass stalk in his mouth. There was a faint smell of blood on his body, and there was a piece of fresh pig liver in the straw basket in his hand.
The boy was Li Mu, 14 years old.
In July this year, Li Mu just graduated from junior high school with the highest score in the senior high school entrance examination.
Li Mu was an orphan with no parents. He was adopted by the abbot of the ancient Randengsi Temple when he was very young. There was only one abbot in the whole Randengsi Temple, and the so-called abbot was not a monk, but an old faker in the village.
An old man and a young boy depended on each other in this old and dilapidated temple.
When he was not in school, Li Mu lived in the ancient Randengsi Temple, drinking mountain spring and watching the ancient Buddha. Because the old faker who adopted him was quite prestigious in Randengsi Village, and Li Mu had thick eyebrows and big eyes when he smiled, he was very popular among the villagers. Since he was a child, he had been eating and drinking in the neighboring families, and it could be said that he grew up in the village.
Since the age of ten, Li Mu had been forced to kill pigs in the village slaughterhouse by his grandpa, who was a faker, during winter and summer vacations. Until now, he had been doing this job for four years.
The old faker's reason was that he wanted Li Mu to cultivate murderous spirit.
"I'm just a junior high school student. What do I need murderous spirit for? Besides, if killing pigs can cultivate murderous spirit, Uncle Qin, the butcher in the village, has long been a peerless killing god … The old faker must be crazy."
Thinking of this, Li Mu was a little crazy.
He had killed no less than 100 pigs in four years. Li Mu felt that his hands were stained with blood. It was a sin.
"Woof, woof … woof!"
A fat, lively, and strong Husky with two pairs of eyes followed behind him.
This dog was picked up by Li Mu at the school gate three years ago. At that time, it was just a puppy a few months old. Abandoned, it was skinny and almost starved to death.
Li Mu took it to the Randeng Temple and kept it until now.
In the past three years, the Husky had grown fat and strong, and its skeleton was unusually tall, like a calf. Now, it had become a scourge in the village. It was just like a tyrant among the more than 60 domestic dogs and wild dogs in Randengsi Village. It often gathered its dog army to run amok in the village and roared proudly in the mountains and forests, making the chickens and ducks in the village fly around and their feathers fly all over the sky. If it were not for the good relationship between Li Mu and his granddaughter in the village, it was estimated that this fat and bandit husky would have been hanged and eaten dog meat hotpot by the complaining villagers.
Therefore, Li Mu named it General.
A general among dogs.
"Woof woof woof!" General stared at the fresh pig liver tied by the straw rope in Li Mu's hand, drooled greedily, barked intimately, and jumped back and forth to follow Li Mu with a fawning look.
It took about 20 minutes to walk from the slaughterhouse to the ancient temple in the back mountain.
Along the way, the scenery was infinitely beautiful, and the setting sun was golden.
When he met neighbors who returned from farm work, Li Mu took the initiative to greet them warmly.
These uncles and aunts in the village had been very kind to Li Mu since he was a child. They were like family to Li Mu. Li Mu had eaten in every family, and his heart was full of gratitude for these simple and kind villagers.
The villagers were also very fond of Li Mu and responded with a smile.
The sun was setting.
Watching Li Mu, General, and a dog disappear on the distant mountain road, some people shook their heads and sighed.
"Alas, it's a pity. Li Mu has good academic performance and an inexplicable spirituality. He ranked first in the high school entrance examination and is definitely the best scholar in our village. I don't know why Master Li doesn't let him continue to study in high school."
"Yes, I heard that the principal of the best high school in the city went to the ancient Randeng Temple in person and wanted to recruit this kid for free, and also let him enter some rainforest class and give him monthly living expenses … But Master Li refused."
"I guess Master Li wants Li Mu to inherit his mantle."
"In modern society, Master Li's skills of geomancy, health, exorcism, and ghost hunting are useless. Can't let Li Mu become a magic stick to exorcise ghosts? Master Li does have skills, but I heard that he has mental illness. Sometimes it's very terrible when his mental illness breaks out. Poor Li Mu has to be carefully served. "
The villagers were talking about it and felt pity for Li Mu.
…
…
"Old man, I'm back."
As soon as Li Mu entered the temple, he greeted loudly.
In the meditation room in the backyard, there was no response from the old faker as usual.
Li Mu didn't care. He kicked General and let it play by itself, and then went straight to the kitchen.
In the whole Randeng Temple, there were only him and the old faker, and the meditation room was quiet and beautiful.
Li Mu just trotted all the way back to the ancient Randeng Temple, and at this time he was slightly sweating. After arriving at the kitchen, he first hid the pig liver in the jar, so as not to be eaten by General Husky who was everywhere. Then, he scooped a ladle of well water from the well at the door of the kitchen and drank it thoroughly.
After throwing away the ladle, Li Mu went to the empty ground in the temple and began to practice boxing as usual.
Zhenwu Boxing.
Xiantian Skill.
The name was very scary.
Both were taught to Li Mu by the old faker.
Since Li Mu just learned to walk when he was a child, he was forced to practice these two things by the old faker. Zhenwu Boxing was a martial arts routine, and Xiantian Skill was a kind of breathing method. Until now, he had practiced for 11 years, and it had become a routine to practice for an hour in the morning and in the evening.
According to the old faker, Zhenwu Boxing was an immortal's boxing. If he mastered the 18 styles of Zhenwu Boxing, he could break a mountain and a stone tablet. Even if he mastered it a little, he could easily smash an armored car with one punch. And the 12 levels of Xiantian Skill was even more amazing. It could wash the marrow and make the human body change qualitatively. When he entered the Natural Realm, he could fly on the land like an immortal.
But the problem was that Li Mu had practiced for 11 years, and Zhenwu Boxing could not even smash a piece of wood. The only effect of Xiantian Skill on him was to enhance his lung capacity. The tempting power described by the old faker was not even a shadow.
In this regard, the old faker had his own explanation.
According to the old faker, the earth was now in the Age of Dharma Ending in the cultivation of immortals and martial arts. The power of heaven and earth was exhausted, and the Spiritual Qi in the air did not meet the conditions for cultivation at all. Therefore, the two immortal Cultivation Methods he taught could not be practiced.
How could he say such a stupid reason?
Liar!
Li Mu had long been too lazy to expose the old faker.
What he was angry about was that since the old faker himself admitted that there was no way to practice it on the earth, why did he force him to practice it?
In the first few years, Li Mu wanted to resist when he was five or six years old, but he was beaten by the old faker and had to continue practicing with tears and snot. Later, Li Mu grew up and the old faker couldn't beat him, so he tried to be soft. Once Li Mu was disobedient, he pretended to be a psycho and ran around the mountain naked. Li Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to admit defeat and continue practicing.
Later, Li Mu got used to it.
Anyway, practicing this thing could barely strengthen his body. He just took it as doing two hours of children's radio gymnastics every day to exercise his body. Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
After practicing a round of punching method, Li Mu felt hot all over.
Especially his internal organs, which were hot as if on fire, but he felt very comfortable.
Li Mu was used to it.
After the evening class, he came to the door of the meditation room in the backyard with bare arms.
"Old man, I've finished practicing. What do you want to eat for dinner? I got a fresh pig liver from the slaughterhouse. How about making your favorite winter melon and pig liver noodle soup … "Since he was six years old, Li Mu began to work as a child laborer. He was forced to cook by the unscrupulous old faker. In these years, it was Li Mu who cooked the meals for them.
"Today is a big day. Don't rush to have dinner. I want to tell you a very important thing."
The old faker's rare serious voice came from the meditation room through the curtain.
"Big day?" Li Mu was stunned when he heard it. He touched his forehead and thought for a while. Today was July 14, 2017. It was neither a legal holiday nor a traditional lunar festival, nor an international event memorial day … It was a very ordinary day. How could it be a big day?
"Sit at the door of the meditation room and listen to me." The old faker's tone was rarely serious, which was not his usual obscene voice. "What I'm going to say is very important. You should listen carefully and don't interrupt me before I finish."
"Oh? Okay. "Li Mu was suspicious and sat down at the door of the meditation room.
He had a bad feeling about this.
Because every time the old faker said something big was going to happen, it was actually when he was crazy.
This time would not be an exception.
"To put it simply, it's like this. Outside the solar system, several super martial arts sects in the Ziwei Star Zone are going to build an unprecedented large-scale Transmitting Array to facilitate their development of the southern region of the Milky Way Galaxy. The immortal power pulse of this Array happens to pass through the earth, so the earth is going to be demolished. I'm going to send you away from the earth. Before you leave, I have something to tell you, lest you can't adapt to the other planets for a while …" The old faker's voice came out of the meditation room very clearly.
"What … what?"
Li Mu was stunned.
"The earth will be demolished?"
"The Ziwei Star Zone?"
"Super martial arts sects?"
"Sure enough."
"The old faker is crazy again?"
"And it seems that he is not clear this time. He even said such nonsense."
"If it goes on, it will be aliens from the five galaxies of the Milky Way invading the earth to rob the national treasure of the panda."
"Ahem, old man, stop for a moment … Well, I think we should put aside such a trivial matter as the demolition of the Earth. Your health is more important. You may have a little fever. Why don't I send you to the hospital for an injection to reduce your fever first?" Li Mu tried to make his words sound more sincere.
His past experience told him that when the old faker's mental illness broke out, he must soothe the old faker's hair instead of denying it stiffly. Otherwise, the old faker would only get crazier.
"Bang!"
A slipper flew out of the meditation room and accurately hit on Li Mu's forehead.
"Little bastard, I told you not to interrupt. The array has been activated and time is precious. You still talk nonsense. Do you want to piss me off? Shut up and listen to me …" The old faker's angry roar came from the meditation room. "I'm not crazy. It's you, little bastard, who is too narrow-minded and a frog at the bottom of a well … Shut up!
up! Shut up! "
Li Mu wiped the shoe mark on his forehead and did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Today, the old faker is a little bit crazy. He is so irritable and starts to speak English."
"Well, well, calm down. You go on, I won't interrupt …" Li Mu could only comfort him.
The old faker was still angry. He panted and continued, "To make a long story short, those super martial arts forces in the Ziwei Star Zone are notoriously evil. The so-called demolition is just an excuse to deal with the public opinion in the Ziwei Star Zone. In the end, it is estimated that they will directly destroy the earth, so the earth is not far from being destroyed … The good news is that it will take some time to build a super large Transmission Formation. According to the calculation of the earth time, it will take about 20 years … I will send you away from the earth to a low-level martial arts star in the Ziwei Star Zone first, so that you can hone yourself. Within 20 years, if you can practice Zhenwu Boxing and Xiantian Skill to a higher level and get the power to break the planet's binding barrier, there may be a way to solve the crisis of the earth."
"Oh … I see. I see. Don't worry, old man. Even if it's not for the sake of Earth, but for the sake of you and the villagers in Randengsi Village, I will definitely practice the two great magic skills you taught me …" Li Mu saw that the old faker was seriously crazy, so he could only cooperate.
"Well, it's good that you understand." The old faker's gratified voice came from the meditation room, and then he said, "Little bastard, it is fate that we are grandfather and grandson. In the future, you will be on your own, so I have to tell you a few more words. Do you know what is the most important thing for a martial arts practitioner to travel in the interstellar Jianghu?"
"Oh, this time the old faker is a little deep in the role."
Li Mu was speechless and could only continue to cooperate.
He pretended to think seriously and said righteously, "Of course, martial arts practitioners should be determined to forge ahead. No matter what difficulties they encounter, they should fight against the heaven. And in the Jianghu, righteousness is the first word. They should be willing to sacrifice themselves for their friends, never flinch in the face of evil, and not hesitate to sacrifice themselves for righteousness …"
Before his voice died away.
Crack!
The second slipper flew out of the meditation room and hit Li Mu on the forehead.
"Stupid … Idiot, where did you hear the teachings of this old man on a daily basis? Willing to sacrifice themselves for righteousness? Sacrifice themselves for righteousness? Wrong! You are so wrong! You little bastard, you are going to drive me crazy. Remember, the first rule in the Jianghu is to run away if you can't beat them, and call them daddy if you can't run away … No matter when, it is important to save your life, safety comes first, and survival is the most important thing. "
The old psychopath was flustered and exasperated, and said in a disappointed tone as if he was a rotten wood that could not be carved.
Li Mu said, "I # ¥% …"
The old faker continued to say earnestly, "Son, for so many years, I have taught you all the amazing skills that can dominate the universe and the galaxy. Although I have been strict with you all the time and forced you to do a lot of things that you don't want to do, so that you did not have a perfect childhood, it is all for you. When you go to that low-level Martial Art Star, you will understand how precious the skills I have taught you are, and you will definitely be grateful to me …"
Li Mu curled his lips.
To be honest, if he didn't know that the old faker was talking nonsense with a serious face, maybe he would really be moved.
The old faker was so sick, how could he persuade him to go to the hospital?
At this time, the old faker said again, "Well, that's all I have to say. Go out and don't lose my face … Come in, I will send you away."
Li Mu grinned.
Good chance.
Go in and find a way to get close to the old faker, tie him up, and send him to the hospital first.
Li Mu opened the door curtain of the meditation room and went straight in.
Unexpectedly, the moment he went in, he suddenly felt dizzy, and something unexpected happened. The ground behind the door curtain was not solid. Li Mu seemed to step into a bottomless abyss. He stepped on nothing and directly fell down, and then there was a strange buzzing sound in his ears, and he was completely in a state of weightlessness …
"Damn, you are so despicable, old faker, you are crazy, and you even dug such a deep pit in the meditation room …"
Li Mu shouted with grief and indignation.
But the voice stopped abruptly.
It seemed that he disappeared from this world.
"Wow, hahaha, I made it … It took me ten years to engrave this Nine-star Heaven-reaching Deployment, and half of the spiritual blood in my body flowed to make it start. This little bastard got lucky. I finally sent this burden away, and I am completely free … Wow, haha, I can finally go back … Change the coordinates of the tactical deployment … Haha, I don't want to stay on the earth, this damn place with no Spiritual Qi for a moment, haha …"
The old faker's crazy laughter echoed in the meditation room.
However, at this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the Randeng Temple.
"General, is Brother Little Mu in this meditation room?" A melodious girl's voice sounded.
Outside, the big Husky dog General, who looked like a calf, was shaking its head and wagging its tail, leading the way with a flattering face.
Behind it was a beautiful girl of 13 or 14 years old.
The girl was tall, about 1.7 meters, with black hair, a beautiful face, and snow-white skin. She smiled before she spoke, and the bulge of her chest was vaguely visible under the snow-white T-shirt. Her tight jeans were stretched tight by a pair of slender and straight legs, and her curvaceous figure was attractive. She was a real beauty. The quiet and cold Randeng Temple seemed to become bright and beautiful because of the girl.
If Li Mu were here, he would definitely recognize that the girl was Wang Shiyu, the commissary in charge of studies before graduating from junior high school, the campus belle, and his former deskmate.
"Woof … woof woof." The Husky General jumped excitedly and wagged its tail desperately. While leading the way, it excitedly plunged into the meditation room.
Wang Shiyu followed closely behind. Without thinking much, she also stepped in and said with a smile, "Brother Mu, are you inside? It's Mr. Chen who asked me to find you. He hopes you can continue to study in high school … "
However, the next moment, the scream of the girl and the dog sounded in the meditation room at the same time.
Then, the sound of the girl and the dog completely disappeared.
After a long period of silence, the old faker's sad and indignant voice sounded a little belatedly —
"No … Damn stupid dog … Ah, little girl … How did you break in … Damn it, I lost too much blood and my vitality was greatly damaged. I didn't have time to stop them, and I didn't even have time to adjust the coordinates of the formation. The formation was activated again … Oh my god, a mortal girl and a stupid dog were also teleported away. I actually wasted all my remaining spirit blood … Ah ah ah ah, what a sin! What should I do? This is a one-time needle technique. Without the formation and spirit blood, I'll be trapped on this earth. God, are you playing with me?"
The old faker was mad.
After a long time, the old faker's voice came from the meditation room again.
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