Dominating Martial Arts: Starting with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique

pain!

A sharp pain like a needle prick!

When Qin Zheng woke up, the severe pain from his heart almost made him faint again.

Dense cold sweat appeared on his pale face.

After this continued for a while, the pain slowly subsided.

Qin Zheng was able to regain his senses while taking a breath.

He raised his head and looked around.

This is a mud house with very few things in the room, only a stove, a water tank, a wooden bed, and a cupboard.

In addition, there is a ghost-headed sword that is about five feet tall and flashes with a cold light.

"Through time"

Along with some scattered memory fragments in my mind.

Qin Zheng muttered to himself in disbelief.

But before he could think any more, pain began to feel in his heart again.

Fortunately, this time, it was not as violent as before.

Holding back the pain, Qin Zheng opened his inner clothes and looked at his heart.

I saw an extremely clear black palm print on the wheat-colored skin.

The severe pain Qin Zheng felt was all due to this palm seal.

At the same time, it was precisely because of this palm print that the previous body did not survive, and Qin Zheng, who had traveled through time, took over this body.

"What kind of enemy did my predecessor make?!"

Qin Zheng looked a little ugly.

Judging from the scattered memories in my mind, I am currently in a dynasty called the Jin Dynasty.

This is a dynasty that is similar to previous generations of ancient times, but somewhat different.

There are warriors here who can fly over eaves and walls, break mountains and crack rocks, and there are also monsters that can take human form and eat people and bones.

In such a dynasty, only warriors who have practiced martial arts and are armed with force can live with peace of mind.

Ordinary people are like meat on the chopping board, anyone can bully them.

The predecessor of Qin Zheng was an executioner in Black Wild Goose City in Qingzhou under the rule of the Jin Dynasty.

He has no martial arts skills, only a bit of strength and a fairly sharp ghost head sword passed down from his ancestors.

It can be regarded as the ancestral shadow that allowed the predecessor to have such a relatively stable job.

After the pain subsided, Qin Zheng stood up and walked slowly to the water tank.

First, he picked up the water ladle and drank a few large gulps of water to relieve the thirst in his mouth. Then he lowered his head and looked at the reflection in the water tank.

He was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was quite handsome.

But at this moment, his brows were furrowed, his face was pale, and he looked very weak.

After seeing the appearance of his body clearly, Qin Zheng raised his head and looked at the medicine jar on the stove.

There was a faint smell of paste coming from the medicine jar.

It was probably the medicine that the predecessor had brewed to heal the injury to his heart.

But he didn't get through it, allowing Qin Zheng to pass through and occupy his body.

Qin Zheng looked through everything in the room while sorting out the memory fragments in his head.

In the memory of his predecessor, he could not find how he was injured.

But one day, I suddenly felt a pain in my heart, and then I found that the pain would occur at about 10 o'clock every day.

And at the beginning, there was no black palm print on the predecessor's heart.

But as time goes by, the pain level increases every day, and the black palm prints become clearer and clearer.

The predecessor did not suspect that it was a martial artist from the martial arts world.

I just thought that as an executioner, I had chopped off too many heads, and after my yin virtue was exhausted, those ghosts came to my door.

After all, the ancestors of my predecessor were all executioners, and they all died young. None of them lived past the age of thirty.

This gave my predecessor the preconceived idea.

And what is boiled in the medicine pot is not medicinal soup.

It was the talisman water that he obtained from the Qingyang Taoist Temple in Baiyan City and spent a lot of money to refine the talisman paper.

"No wonder I didn't smell the medicine."

Qin Zheng shook his head speechlessly.

In the memory fragments, he discovered that his ancestors died young.

But the reason was that they were all killed by Jianghu warriors, and none of them died of natural causes or encounters with supernatural events.

After all, the executioner is on the execution ground, and with one slash of his sword, heads are rolling off his body.

And those who are close to the prisoner can't resist the court and avenge the prisoner, and they can't kill you, a little executioner?

Anyway, the executioner did not have any martial arts skills, and besides, he was just an ordinary person recruited by the imperial court.

Just like leeks, after one crop is cut, there will be another crop. The court does not feel sorry for them when they kill them, and the people who do it have no burden.

Therefore, the predecessor must have beheaded a certain prisoner, and someone close to that person came to seek revenge.

It's not like a ghost came to the door.

Qin Zheng concluded that although it was just a guess, it should be quite accurate.

But now, what he needs to do is to remove the palm force on his heart first.

Otherwise, this time it was the predecessor who failed to survive, and the next time it may be that I failed to survive.

It’s just that I don’t know who slapped me on the heart.

It’s not clear how to eliminate palm power.

I can only wait until it gets brighter, then finish today's mission and go to the medical clinic to see what the doctor says.

From his memory, he learned that he still needed to go to the execution ground to be beheaded this morning, but fortunately it didn't take much time.

It's just that I'm not my predecessor, so I don't know if I can adapt to such a scene.

Just hope nothing goes wrong.

Qin Zheng rubbed his brows with a headache.

The palm print at the center of his heart was already as dark as ink. If it were a disease, it would probably be a terminal illness that no medicine or stone could cure.

Then can this palm power be able to dissolve and eliminate it?

If you can't get rid of it, what should you do?

Just when he was thinking about it.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door.

At the same time, a voice shouted: "Qin Zheng, the time is almost up, get ready and go to the execution ground."

Qin Zheng quickly put on his clothes and opened the door.

Outside the house was a middle-aged policeman wearing a black robe and carrying a long knife at his waist.

The surname Wang has some impressions in the memory of his predecessor, but not much.

"Okay, Detective Wang, I'll pack up and head over."

Qin Zheng replied weakly.

The other party still kept knocking on the door, looking at Qin Zheng in a daze.

After a few breaths, he came to his senses and said, "Okay, I'll go over first, and you hurry up and come over."

After saying that, he left without waiting for Qin Zheng's response.

After watching Detective Wang leave, Qin Zheng turned around and closed the door, his expression instantly darkened.

The policeman looked like he was surprised just now that he could still open the door and respond.

So he knew that he had been slapped and his life would be short-lived!

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng felt a little sad in his heart, and there was also a fire in his heart!

He was doing something for the imperial court, and the person he was beheading was also someone the imperial court had declared should be killed.

But in the end, he didn't get any protection from the court. Even these policemen watched him die knowingly.

This executioner seems to be inappropriate!

Qin Zheng took two steps forward and grasped the ghost-headed knife placed by the wall.

Buzz! !

Suddenly, the ghost-headed sword trembled slightly.

Qin Zheng felt like his heart suddenly exploded.

His mind and consciousness sank instantly.

When he came to his senses, he saw that the surroundings were as dark as a starry sky.

In front of him, a scroll exuding an ancient atmosphere slowly unfolded.

【Qin Zheng】

[Lifespan: 70 (17)]

[merit: three coins]

[The found item, Ghost Head Sword, can be refined. It requires one dollar of merit. Do you want to refine it? 】

[Note: Refining can lead to martial arts and ghost head sword technique]