Warriors

Warriors from Heaven Author: Hua Sansheng

The Three Kingdoms condensed its fist power, the wind and cloud seized its longevity, and traveled westward to roam the heavens!

Zhao Zhou travels through ten thousand realms, the sun god, the shroud of the sky, and the god of conferring... use all kinds of methods to practice his national skills, temper himself, and forge supernatural powers.

When one day, when he suppressed the mountains, rivers, earth, and stars in the sky with his fists, looking back along the way, gods and demons are all reincarnated souls under his fists.

Chapter 1 "Yang Wudi" a hundred years ago

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On a wooden bed in a stone house, Zhao Zhou opened his eyes in a daze. He saw the sun rising and the sky was bright outside the window.

"No! Today is the eighth day of the lunar new year!"

But when he turned over like this, he suddenly realized that the New Year's holiday was over and he was going to work today.

"I drank some wine yesterday, and I was still confused that I don't have to go to work today."

Zhao Zhou pushed the quilt away, stood up abruptly, trying to wake up.

At this time, he looked around the house and found that it was not his rented house, but a stone house that he had never seen before.

In style, it looks like a building in the late Qing Dynasty in the [-]s and [-]th century.

"I remember going home to sleep yesterday..."

Zhao Zhou lived in 2018 and was an employee of a small company. He also clearly remembered that on the last day of the New Year holiday, he drank a few drinks in the small restaurant that opened downstairs with no relatives and no reason. Drunk, go home and sleep.

After falling asleep, memory fragments.

When he woke up again, he found that he did not know how he came to this house imitating the Qing Dynasty.

"Is it transcending?"

Zhao Zhou thought about it but laughed, feeling more like he really drank too much yesterday, accidentally fell asleep on the street, and was carried here.

Thinking of this, he checked himself and found that his clothes were wrinkled from sleeping, and there was nothing missing on his body. He put on his shoes and socks and walked to the wooden door.

"This door is also quite antique."

Zhao Zhou looked at the wooden door. Although he still had some doubts about how he got here, he also knew that if he didn't go to work, he would be late.

So, with a push with both hands, the wooden door opened with a "click", ready to thank the owner of the house first, and then go to work.

However, before he took a step, a voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

"woke up?"

There was an old man boxing standing in the courtyard. Hearing the sound of the door, he turned to look at the confused Zhao Zhou and said, "It's not early at this time, it's time to clean up and start practicing boxing."

"What practice boxing?" Zhao Zhouzhang'er's monk was puzzled, but thinking that maybe he fell asleep on the road after drinking too much, and was rescued by the old man back home, so he smiled and thanked him sincerely: " Thank you, sir."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Zhou was afraid of being late, so he looked at the gate of the courtyard, walked away, and was going to thank him when he came back from get off work.

However, when the old man saw that Zhao Zhou didn't seem to understand what he meant, he also put away his fists.

"Warrior, say one is one, I, Yang Luchan, taught you kung fu yesterday, and I will teach you today."

The old man who called himself Yang Luchan finished speaking, and tiptoeed a hook, and a bluestone the size of a washbasin next to the well in the courtyard was lifted into the air by him.

Then he stood up with one hand, and with a sound of "咻", the sleeves brought the wind, and slashed towards the bluestone. He only heard a crisp "click", and the bluestone more than ten centimeters thick was hit by the "whip hand" It was split into two sections.

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A section of gravel fell into the well, with a plop, a few drops of water splashed out, and landed on the rammed earth in the courtyard.

The old god Yang Luchan was there, and he brushed off his sleeves. Except for some dust, the "Splitting Huashan Mountain" just now was like cutting a piece of soft rice cake.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhou's heart tightened, and he stood there abruptly, motionless, and didn't want to go to work, so he stared at the bluestone that didn't look like a fake.

"I, Yang Luchan's Tai Chi Kung Fu, I don't know how many people want to learn it." Yang Luchan smiled, and put on a boxing posture again, like those grandparents who practice Tai Chi in the park, "You are good, walk away."

He said, seeing that Zhao Zhou was indifferent, he urged: "It's not early, go wash up. After I teach you self-defense and stance, I have to teach my group of apprentices."

"Yang Luchan?!" When Zhao Zhong heard the old man calling himself Yang Luchan, and saw the scene of splitting the bluestone with his palm, he suddenly thought of the founder of Yang's Taijiquan, an invincible fighter in Beijing more than a hundred years ago. Yang Wudi"!

It is often said verbally that you will see success when you make a move, and you will succeed when you hit it.What he was talking about was Grandmaster Yang, who was merciless in his actions and only decided the outcome, regardless of life or death.

"Are you old but Yang Luchan, Mr. Yang?!" Zhao Zhou asked cautiously, his heart beating wildly, thinking that his joke about time travel might really come true, and he dreamed back to more than 100 years ago.

"The old man is Yang Luchan."

Yang Luchan also laughed at Zhao Zhou's words, put away his fists and asked, "Why are there still fake ones?"

"No...this..." Zhao Zhou was speechless when asked, and he didn't know how to describe the entangled mood at this time.

"Let's go outside and have a look..."

It was also at this time that Zhao Zhou was uncertain in his heart, thinking about going outside the courtyard to see if he had really traveled to the late Qing Dynasty.

Suddenly, a seemingly invisible "ding" echoed in his mind.

A notification sound followed in his mind.

[Through the system of the heavens to find the person who made Zhong Tiandi, activate the function option after twelve hours]

At the same time, before Zhao Zhou recovered from the system's reaction, a memory rushed to Zhao Zhou as the faint electronic sound fell.

After sorting out his memory, he also knew why he came here, and why this Master Yang taught him Chinese martial arts.

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When Zhao Zhou returned home after drinking last night, he accidentally stepped on a piece of bubble gum. ".

But Zhao Zhou's physical fitness is not high. After the system chose Zhao Zhou, for his own sake, he also prepared a trip to the late Qing Dynasty, and wanted him to learn some self-defense skills.

Speaking of self-defense, maybe for the current martial arts world, kung fu is about strengthening the body.

But at this time in the late Qing Dynasty, kung fu and moves were used to kill people.Every move, every move is to greet the dead point, and strive to kill with one blow.

This is also why masters of martial arts seldom accept apprentices, because they are afraid that their apprentices will accidentally kill someone outside, cause disasters, and implicate themselves.

And why Yang Luchan taught Zhao Zhou the national art.It was this system of traveling through the heavens that arranged a memory for Yang Luchan, and also arranged an identity for Zhao Zhou in order to allow Zhao Zhou to integrate into this world as soon as possible.

That is, Zhao Zhou is a person from other provinces and a returned overseas Chinese, explaining why Zhao Zhou has short hair and short sleeves, which is different from the dress of this period.

In Yang Luchan's memory, Zhao Zhou passed by here yesterday and saw a few rascals bullying a vendor in the market.

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