Douluo's opening send-off system

"Master, now that my disciple has achieved success in his studies, it is time for him to explore the world and see the great land of the Tang Dynasty."

"Go!" It happened that he was going to pick up his little brother, so he just gave him a ride.

Han Wuyi was stunned. Are you going to let me out now? No, shouldn't you be disallowed? I felt resentful because of this, so I secretly poisoned you and swallowed up your cultivation!

I've written the script, why don't you act in it?

Although he failed to do so, Han Wuyi still bowed and walked out.

When he reached the door, Uncle Yang suddenly stopped him, "By the way, I promise to be my master when I go down the mountain this time. You must not prescribe medicines to treat other people's illnesses, let alone treat yourself. I can't save you as a master!"

Han Wuyi's face darkened and he left without saying a word.

Looking at Han Wuyi's thickened waist, Uncle Yang narrowed his eyes, returned to the room and lifted the quilt...

"Robbery!"

Looking at the robber in front of him, he covered his face with a black scarf and didn't even change his clothes. He grinned.

Don't you want to be perfunctory? Didn't I leave half a copper for you? Is it necessary to block me directly?

"Hero, spare your life..."

Han Wuyi lazily cooperated, lifted up his clothes, took off the four bulging cloth bags and placed them on the ground. He also put down the sword in his hand for self-defense, walked to the side and squatted down obediently.

Uncle Yang was stunned at this operation. Hasn't he never been down the mountain before? Why are you so skilled?

He stepped forward and picked up a few bags, opened them and saw that the good boy had indeed kicked his whole family!

He turned around and walked behind the tree on the side, holding several cloth bags in his arms, and took out an empty bag from his clothes, intending to fill some for Han Wuyi.

Then I heard Han Wuyi's very dissatisfied voice: "Old man, you have no intention of keeping it for me at all!"

Uncle Yang looked solemn, stuffed the bag he took out back, turned around and walked back.

Looking at Uncle Yang walking back, Han Wuyi had a smile on his face, and then froze instantly.

Uncle Yang came back, picked up the sword Han Wuyi dropped, turned around and left again, but this time he didn't come back.

Han Wuyi stared blankly at him walking away like that, unable to turn around. Isn't it said that an old friend treats a master like a disciple?

What bastard started this rumor! ?

However, when he thought that he didn't seem to be a teacher like his father, he chuckled and got up and continued walking down the mountain.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, turned around and knelt down in the direction Uncle Yang left, bang bang bang!

Three loud kowtows sounded, and blood flowed down his forehead, adding a touch of coquettishness to his beautiful face.

He seems to be unable to repay the kindness of saving his life and the kindness of more than ten years of upbringing.

Even if these three heads return the favor... I just hope they don't have to see each other again...

After Han Wuyi left, Uncle Yang walked out from behind the tree again, looking at the direction Han Wuyi left with moist and melancholy eyes.

This farewell is an eternal farewell, right?

Han Wuyi had never been close to him, as if he had deliberately kept a distance from him. This discovery made him very sad. This was the child he had raised since childhood. How could he not be sad?

Han Wuyi changed the name he gave him to Han Wuyi and changed his name to Zi, which completely chilled him.

He had always known about this child's weirdness, even though Han Wuyi had been deliberately acting like a real child.

He could still sense the difference in Han Wuyi. In this world, dead people can control living people to do things. Maybe the legendary reincarnation is also true, right?

Who has shown him...

Han Wuyi was walking down the mountain, not knowing what to do or where to go? I could only keep walking in circles in the forest.

His biggest obsession is to go home, where there is a debtor waiting for him to repay.

On Douluo Continent, although it is slightly different from the books he has read, it is still roughly the same, so he has a goal to work hard for. (Don’t be stubborn, the protagonist in the early stage of Bad Guy doesn’t know the plot. The Bad Guy series was released in 15 years, and the protagonist’s era is 12 years. In order to take over the next plot and prevent the system from taking money and not doing things, I have no choice. God's perspective)

But when he came to this world, although there were real martial arts in this world, he had heard a lot of information about this era from Uncle Yang and Lu Youjie in more than ten years.

He is now at the end of the Tang Dynasty, which is still some distance away from the Five Dynasties. I don’t know how many years exactly it is. Nowadays, the world is divided into three major princes. It can barely be regarded as a peaceful period, but what about Xuanming Sect, Huanyinfang, Tongwen Hall and so on? , did not appear at all in his memory, which made him wonder, is this time and space really the history he knows?

In his previous life, as the emperor who controlled the underground kingdom of a city, he still wanted to know something unknown.

For example, there are ghosts in this world...

This paradoxical world made him a little confused. The heavens and stars were divided into six levels, which was something he had never heard of in his previous life.

He couldn't help but feel confused. There was a way to go back in his previous life. The God Realm controlled many worlds, and maybe his hometown was among them.

What about this life?

At this time, a group of people with ghost faces came towards them carrying a coffin, feeling the aura of these people.

Although he is not a master, being a great medicine is still very helpful to him now.

"Bah! Bad luck!"

Han Wuyi stood in the middle of the road and spat towards the roadside, successfully making these people stop.

"Hey! Little girl, you are looking for death! How dare you speak rudely to my Xuanming Cult! If you accompany me and have some fun, maybe you can survive!" A Xuanming Cult brat whistled obscenely and laughed. said, causing the other Xuan Ming Cult members to laugh.

Han Wuyi's face darkened, little girl?

Huh~

A gust of wind blew up, and Han Wuyi came to the man who spoke obscenely, and put his palm on his face. The man screamed and his body kept shaking. After just a few breaths, Han Wuyi threw him to the ground. The mask on his face was smashed off, revealing a mummy-like face.

"what!"

Seeing the miserable images of his companions, he exclaimed as the coffin was abandoned on the ground, and he pulled out his knife to guard Han Wuyi.

But in just a moment, two more corpses appeared on the ground...

After a cup of tea, Han Wuyi threw away the last person who was missing arms and legs, walked to the coffin and opened the lid of the coffin. The joy of improving his strength suddenly disappeared.

Who is it?

Walking around carrying a coffin, wearing nothing, and not having two sons, is this worthy of being called one of the three major killer organizations?

After taking two steps, he glanced at the scimitars scattered on the ground. These weapons should be sold for a lot of money, right?

The body has been touched, so there’s no reason not to take the burial objects?

At the stone bridge outside Qingcheng at the foot of the mountain, the Black and White Wuchang brothers and sisters who killed Lu Ji were constantly cursing their younger brother who had not arrived yet carrying the coffin.

They can't wait to do something they love to do, but these blind people haven't come yet. They really don't know how to live or die!

The old and young duo who were waiting to touch the corpse kept cursing in their hearts why these two people still didn't leave!

You are not hungry, we are hungry!

Don’t you know that the life of a beggar is very difficult?