April 5, 2008.
Saturday.
Beijing Wushu High School, Wudao (1) Classroom.
"Lao Ding! Lao Ding!"
"What are you doing?" Fu Changding woke up in a daze and stretched comfortably. Then he was stunned.
In front of him was a very familiar desk. The books on the desk were piled up like a small wall, which made it convenient for him to secretly doze off. "Dream?"
This was his high school desk, but he graduated from college two years ago!
"What dream? It's time to pay the registration fee. Do you have it? Take it with you." His deskmate Liao Guang took out an envelope from his schoolbag. Judging from the shape, it looked like there was 10,000 yuan in it.
"Registration fee?"
Fu Changding was stunned. How could this dream be so real? He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch the fat face of the chubby Liao Guang. "It feels so familiar."
The negative energy from Liao Guang, +14!
"Damn you! You haven't woken up yet, have you? Do you want me to help you wake up?" Liao Guang was so angry that he almost slapped him, but luckily he held back.
Otherwise, with this guy's blood and qi, he might have been more hurt if he slapped him.
"???"
Fu Changding's attention was no longer on Liao Guang. A line of light blue and somewhat transparent font flashed across his vision, making him feel very puzzled.
"Liao Guang, are you leaving?" At this time, a muscular and tall boy at the door of the classroom shouted in an impatient tone, "Why do you care about him?"
"Chow Chow!"
Fu Changding shouted subconsciously. The two of them have never gotten along well. Just like in a novel, the names of the two are exactly the same as the two supporting characters in the book who don't like each other. It can also be regarded as a kind of bad fate.
Negative energy from Tang Songting +17! +17! +16! +15! .
[The resentment is huge. And it keeps popping up every 1 second. It has a good rhythm.]
Fu Changding touched his chin. This barrage is interesting. This dream is also interesting. But why the hell did he dream about these two guys?
"Fu Changding! Are you looking for death?" Tang Songting was furious. Although his blood was weaker than Fu Changding, he was about to temper his bones for the second time. If
they really fought, he was not afraid of Fu Changding!
"Isn't it your hobby to look for shit? I'm not a dog. I don't look for shit!"
Fu Changding replied without hesitation. He didn't know how many times he had read this line in his senior year of high school. This Chow Chow dog just didn't learn from his mistakes!
Negative energy from Tang Songting +17! +17! .
"That's enough! Why do you keep teasing me?"
Liao Guang poked Fu Changding with his elbow, stood up and stopped Tang Songting who rushed over, and turned around and said, "If you don't have money, you can pay it on Monday. I'll go first."
"Hiss!"
Fu Changding was poked in the ribs unexpectedly. It didn't hurt, but it was so itchy that he almost jumped up.
He felt something was wrong. The touch was too real, and the blackheads on the Chow Chow's flared nostrils were clearly visible.
How could a dream be so clear? It's good to have a standard definition, how could it be blue light?
At this time, a wave of sleepiness came over him, and he thought it might be a lucid dream. It was in the dream that he clearly realized that he was dreaming.
He continued to lie down and sleep, and many images flashed in his mind, like dozens of movies, pouring into his brain all at once, and perfectly merging with his memory.
More than half an hour later, Fu Changding suddenly woke up and began to look around with a horrified face.
"You scared me!"
Liao Guang had returned and elbowed him in annoyance, but when he saw the teacher's eyes on the podium, he quickly sat up straight.
"Gossip Light, today is..." Fu Changding's lips trembled a little. After thinking for a while, he didn't continue to ask. He took out his mobile phone from the belly of the desk and started to check.
After more than ten minutes, he finally confirmed that he had traveled through time!
He traveled through time and became Fu Changding, a parallel world of global high-level martial arts. In that crazy world, the protagonist went crazy in the end, and except for a few supporting characters, everyone else died!
The ending of the book seemed to be barely a happy ending. The protagonist Fang Ping was divided into the Yin and Yang worlds, and the dead could still talk about love in the underworld.
When Fang Ping was happy, he could also create an energy body and pull a few souls to the world of the living for a walk.
But in Fu Changding's understanding, that was Fang Ping had already gone crazy, driven crazy by the world of Gouri.
He couldn't accept such an ending, and couldn't accept that almost all of his teachers and friends died in battle.
So he created a place similar to the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds, intercepted the life essence of the dead, and used his powerful strength to create the underworld.
At that time, the three realms were all in Fang Ping's brain core, so it was probably not difficult to do this.
But just like the Nine Sovereigns and Four Emperors in the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds, they have the same skills and combat methods as the original body, have part of the original body's memory, and their behavior habits are not much different from the original body.
But counterfeits are counterfeits. After all, they are just a projection, not the original body.
"I really came through."
Fu Changding looked at the news on his phone about Master Ma breaking through the eighth level, but he had no choice but to accept this reality.
He was in a daze, his mind was full of chaos, his thoughts were intermittent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The teacher didn't care. The martial arts students practiced the "Quenching Method" and the Zhuanggong at the same time. If they practiced for too long, their mental energy would be too much. This would happen.
Not long after, the bell rang. Liao Guang packed his schoolbag and saw Fu Changding's lost look and couldn't help asking, "You are still planning to temper your bones three times? It's not long before the martial arts exam!"
After a non-martial artist breaks through to a warrior, the upper limit
of his Qi and blood will soar. With Fu Changding's second bone tempering, his Qi and blood will definitely soar to more than 210 points after breaking through to a warrior, and maybe even 220 points.
By then, he will be able to rank among the top in the Kyoto exam and get all kinds of rewards. Even a second-generation martial artist can't ignore those rewards.
"I'm not in a hurry, so why are you in a hurry? I won't say any more. I'm leaving first."
Fu Changding came back to his senses and saw that school was over. He picked up his schoolbag and left without saying a word.
Negative energy from Liao Guang +14!
"You bastard will die from your broken mouth sooner or later!" Liao Guang cursed, not knowing how he could resist beating this guy up in three years of high school.
Well. Maybe he couldn't beat him.
On the other side, Fu Changding left the school gate and got into his own car to continue to be in a daze.
"Master, are you going to go home directly?" The driver was the housekeeper of the Fu family. He knew that although Fu Changding practiced very hard, he also liked to play.
"Well, Uncle Wen, go back first."
Fu Changding nodded, and went straight into his room after returning home.
After lying on the bed for a long time, he gradually came to his senses, and the memories in his mind also merged perfectly together. [April 5, 2008, Fang Ping seemed to have traveled through these few days, right?
He was created from the belly of the seed by Emperor Zhan Tian with the help of Yang Shen. What about me? ]