Martial World

Lin Ming calmed down, took out two pure essence stones, and began to meditate to recover his strength. At the same time, he smeared muscle-renewing ointment on his arms. .+? (.+bsp;\\s*

Just now, his arms were broken and his blood was blurred. This kind of injury would not take ten days and a half for an ordinary martial artist to heal. However, Lin Ming's body was extremely resilient, and he added one or two worth of renewing tendons. Shenggu paste, within two hours, the arm has completely recovered.

With an hour left, Lin Ming restored his true essence and strength to the peak, and his state of mind adjusted to the best state. Finally, he began the seventh-layer test.

With a flash of light, the temple disappeared, and Lin Ming entered a bright white world. Countless twisted scenes were slowly forming.

"The seventh floor...a floor that no one has ever set foot on in the past nineteen thousand years." Lin Ming clenched his fists, his mood completely calmed down.

Before that, he had imagined what the seventh floor would look like many times. However, when he actually came to the seventh floor and saw the scene on the seventh floor, Lin Ming was completely stunned.

Never expected this scene.

In the first six floors, each scene corresponds to its name, such as the blood pool corresponding to the hell world on the first floor, the yellow spring corresponding to the hungry ghost world on the second floor, the wilderness corresponding to the livestock world on the third floor, and the witch on the fourth floor. The arena corresponding to the slave world...

Lin Ming originally thought that since the seventh floor was the Witch God Realm, it should correspond to a space similar to the God Realm.

But he didn't expect that he would come to a city in the mortal world. Next to Lin Ming, there was a bustling crowd, hawkers carrying poles, children playing, and the faint dust and flowers in the air. Taste, everything is so real.

And these were not the most surprising to Lin Ming. What surprised him most was where he was now.

He was standing in front of a well-decorated, but somewhat outdated restaurant.

Glazed tiles that are no longer bright. The slightly faded vermilion lacquer column, the old wooden window lattice attic, the raised eaves and feet, everything has a faint smell of time...

Lin Ming is too familiar with this restaurant. Ever since he can remember, he has been running around in the lobby of this restaurant, listening to bookmakers telling stories, listening to wandering entertainers singing songs, watching the guests play chess, and begging for candy from old acquaintances. eat.

Gaiwan tea. Sugar-coated haws. Little Er with a towel on his shoulders, the fragrant meals made by his mother, everything is exactly the same as in memory.

This...is his home.

"Qingsang City, Lin's Restaurant. Where I have lived for more than ten years, how can I... come here?"

Lin Ming couldn't help but lifted his feet and stepped into the restaurant, but the moment he stepped into the threshold, his footsteps suddenly froze. Lin Ming stayed where he was, and a huge wave turned up in his heart. .

He saw a young man in brocade clothes, about eighteen or nineteen years old, holding a folding fan, and walked out of the kitchen with a smile.

And this person is no one else. It was Lin Ming himself, to be precise, he was a few years later.

However, Lin Ming saw that this young man didn't have the slightest effort, and he looked like a bookish person. It was obvious that he had never practiced martial arts.

not only. The demeanor and temperament of the two are also completely incompatible.

Lin Ming's aura was restrained, but between his brows, there was a sharp aura hidden in it. It burst out at any time, and the aura permeated the sky and was unstoppable.

The young man in front of him had a cynical smile, and even a hint of evil spirit in his smile. At first glance, he seemed to be chasing the elegant literati son.

Is this... is it really me?

Lin Ming couldn't believe it.

"Little Lizi, prepare a sedan chair for me. Miss Su from the Blue and White Building will have a church meeting tonight, and she sent me a message. I have to go and cheer."

"This...it's not good..." The little Er named Xiao Lizi suddenly looked embarrassed, "Master, Miss Tian's second birthday is going to have a banquet today, but the second Miss Tian asked the young master to go... "

"Fuck you, she wants a cook for the banquet, and it's over to her, what's the use of me going?"

"This..." Xiao Lizi's face became bitter, "Second Miss Tian family also wants to invite you to leave a calligraphy treasure at the birthday banquet, and also said that I will learn poetry and songs from you, you are the champion of the new division, and the poetry must be Qingsangcheng. The first..."

"And young master, this second Miss Tian family is beautiful and virtuous. The last time my wife saw her, she liked her very much. Maybe in the future... Hey, young master, young master, don't leave."

Before Xiao Lizi finished speaking, the young man stepped out of the door and said without looking back, "My father asked about it later, and he said that I went to Tang Ju's house for a drink."

Before the words were finished, the person had already disappeared, which made Xiao Lizi's face bitter like an eggplant beaten by frost. When it was over, Mrs. and Mrs. knew that she would definitely be scolded.

The second Miss Tian family obviously has a good impression of the young master. The second Miss Tian family is a good person, looks good, and has a good family background.

However, Young Master Lin took a fancy to Miss Su from the Blue and White Building, which is really incomprehensible.

Qinghualou is actually the Qinglou Fengyuechang, but it is a more elegant brothel. Most of the dusty women in it are from the Qing Dynasty, and they do not sell their skills. They are all beautiful and refined. World stunner.

As for Miss Su, the top clerk of Qinghualou, although she is innocent, but the girl of the brothel is a girl of the brothel, born from a cheap family, how could the master and wife allow her to marry.

"Dead, dead, if the master knows that the young master has gone to the Qinghua Building, not only will the young master be finished, but I will also be unlucky." Xiao Lizi grimaced.

Lin Ming was standing outside the hotel, watching all this silently. Just now, the young man was passing Lin Ming's shoulders, but he didn't even look at Lin Ming.

Lin Ming understood that he did not belong to this world, he was just a passer-by. No one here could see him.

"Why is this, why is there another me here?"

"When I was eight years old, my parents let me go to a private school to study, and I went to Beijing for a scientific examination. I studied for four years. When I was twelve years old, I threw away the books. I resolutely gave up literature and started martial arts. After the dispute, I finally persevered, so... I became the current Lin Ming, then in this world, I did not give up literature and martial arts, but took part in scientific examinations all the time. The champion..."

"Why is there such a world? Is this world a real parallel world? Or a virtual world that I imagined in my mind?"

"What is the test of the seventh pass of the Witch God Realm? It tests my heart of martial arts? If it tests the heart of martial arts, how can I pass the test?"

"Since it is the Witch God Realm, why did I come to the mortal world?"

Lin Ming was in a complicated mood. Standing blankly in the lobby of the restaurant. This stop is for days.

The people who came and went, no one saw him, and some people even passed through Lin Ming's body...

Street hawkers hawking, wandering artists singing songs, food, wine and food with all the colors and flavors. Even the weather-beaten faces of my parents...

All the scenery, so real, but so unreal.

All the people are very familiar, but full of strangeness.

However, in such a noisy illusion, Lin Ming seemed to be a gray stroke, only a shadow, extremely lonely.

"The world is unreal, am I real?"

"Or... the world is real. I'm imaginary?"

"No, this is not my world, this is just my inner demon!"

Lin Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and the Chongxuan soft silver gun was released!

"Bah!"

I just heard the sound of countless broken glass, and the restaurant and diners in front of me all disappeared!

However, Lin Ming did not return to the trial of life and death. Instead, he came to a battlefield, where the drums were beating, and the flags were hunting!

"here is……"

Lin Ming saw the soldiers with golden arms and iron horses in front of him, and felt their chilling aura. His heart froze, and he suddenly realized something.

Soul power spread out like a tide, and in an instant, a young man was locked in. Lin Ming frowned, as expected!

His figure moved, and the next moment, he appeared in a military camp. Here, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy, wearing a simple battle armor, held an iron gun in his hand, with a nervous expression on his face. .

Seeing this young man, Lin Ming closed his eyes with a complicated expression.

myself, myself again!

why is that?

At the age of twelve, he quarreled with his parents and finally practiced martial arts. At that time, Lin Ming said that if he could not reach the first weight of his body at the age of fifteen, then he would join the army, make military exploits, and return home!

In this way, this is the self who joined the army at that time!

Another self, another world!

...

In the barracks, the young man sat on the bench, took a piece of oilcloth, and silently wiped the sharp iron gun, which was a little longer compared to his stature.

"Hey, new here, this is your first time on the battlefield?" A simple-looking veteran in his thirties walked over with a rice bowl and said vaguely while eating.

The teenager nodded timidly, "Well, I'm a recruit."

"Haha, recruits will always be nervous when they go to the battlefield. It's okay, we are from a military camp, and we will be together after a while. Just follow me, and I will protect you!"

"Okay...Okay..." A thankful smile appeared on the boy's somewhat immature face.

The battle started, tens of thousands of soldiers rushed to kill, and the vast momentum even rushed out the clouds in the sky.

The smoke of gunpowder is everywhere, swords and swords are shadowed, and the spear is broken and the halberd is broken.

The boy's army triumphed, but the simple-looking veteran never came back...

The dead soldiers were buried together on the spot without even a grave, and the young man didn't even know the name of the veteran...

As the days passed, the young man's face became less tender and more determined.

From a recruit, he became a corporal, then a centurion, a thousand captain...

His marksmanship is getting more and more refined, his strength is getting stronger and stronger, and his military temperament is getting more and more mature.

Slowly, he also became a veteran, watching recruits enlist one by one, and said to them—

"It's okay, after a while, you will follow me, and I will protect you!"

Innocent young people joined the army with dreams, but one by one they turned into dead bones in a foreign land. Those who really survived looked down on life and death. After a long time in the battlefield, they became a veteran like the young man.

Such days have continued, every soldier has a dream of a general, but more of them just follow the footsteps of their predecessors and die with a dream...

...

Lin Ming silently watched the changes in this world. He finally understood that these divided lives were neither illusory nor real.

When people in this world see him, he is illusory, and when he sees this world, this world is illusory.

Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. No one can tell whether it is true or false.

The test of the seventh floor may not be a test at all, but a chance, a feeling, and a deep understanding of the heart of martial arts.

Realizing this, Lin Ming no longer wanted to destroy this world, but just followed its footsteps and watched it little by little.

He is just a passer-by, watching the changes of time and looking at the vicissitudes of life.

Outside the trial of life and death, in the darkness, the eye tapir looked at the endless void calmly, and there was no expression in the huge eyes.

"Do you understand..."

"It's amazing, I just realized it in the second world. It's been a day and a night now. This young man's understanding of the heart of martial arts is amazing!"

The seventh floor test is the heart of martial arts. This is a test, and it is also a great opportunity!

If you comprehend the original intention of this test and can experience the original intention in the test, you will benefit endlessly!

Although no one has ever entered the seventh floor of the trial of life and death for 19,000 years, the eye tapir knows that the formation left by the witch god also exists in the realm of the gods.

Its name is - Reincarnation.

And even the arrogant sons of the gods who enter the reincarnation often lose themselves.

Most of them believe that all these are illusory demons, and they are constantly destroying these worlds. However, when new worlds appear one after another, and they see countless themselves, their hearts will be lost, at a loss, and can't tell who is the best. It is an illusion, who is the real, and it is not clear which is the real self.

Once lost, the heart of martial arts is damaged, and it may even affect future cultivation.

Even if a genius realizes the meaning of reincarnation, it often takes a few, or even a dozen worlds, to slowly figure it out.

As for Lin Ming, in the second world, he could see through the truth and realize the reincarnation, which made the eye tapir not surprised.

"Unfortunately, most of the masters have passed away, otherwise he would definitely be willing to accept this apprentice. I originally thought that this young man had ordinary talent, but only got a good opportunity to have such achievements. In terms of heart, there is such talent!"

"I'll just see how long he can comprehend in this hundred reincarnations."

(To be continued..)