I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

"Do you know how he died?"

Blind Zhang asked again.

"Here, I was overseas at the time. I only heard the bad news and didn't know the details. I would like to hear the details."

Dai Yuanyang hesitated for a moment.

"He tried to steal the trains of foreigners who robbed the calligraphy, paintings and treasures left by our ancestors and transported them back to their own country. After he was discovered, he was shot to death randomly. I, a blind man, took it back at night and buried it alive."

Blind Zhang said in a flat tone.

"This is old. Times have changed. I have seen those strong ships and guns of foreigners. No matter how strange and powerful your abilities are, it is difficult to resist bullets and artillery fire. I really think about everyone."

Dai Yuanyang argued.

"Don't be persistent, Mr. Dai."

He Chong suddenly spoke at this time.

"I have good eyesight, and I don't see too many dirty things. If that's what you want to say this time, please go back."

"As one of the nine ranks, you have no right to prevent me from participating in this battle of Xuanjun, or can you try to defeat me?"

Dai Yuanyang also restrained his previous kindness and became serious.

"Okay."

He Chong adjusted his glasses.

The next moment, he stood up suddenly, and the distance between him and Dai Yuanyang suddenly decreased to zero. He held his right hand empty, and slowly pushed out the palm of his hand.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

===553. Exhaustion of aura===

He Chong's palm looks ordinary, but it has a tricky angle. No matter how Dai Yuanyang dodges, he will fall into a disadvantageous situation in the ensuing battle.

He Chong seemed to have seen through all Dai Yuanyang's responses, and chose the most difficult one out of thousands of routines.

Dai Yuanyang's expression changed, he stepped back half a step, and met He Chong's pushing palm with one hand. The moment the two forces collided, the crackling sound exploded in the empty theater.

crackling—

Dai Yuanyang took another half step back amidst the crackling sound, as if he didn't expect this weak-looking man to have such strength.

He Chong pressed on step by step, and his other hand also turned into a pushing palm, slapping the air, and with the sound of explosion, hit Dai Yuanyang's abdomen directly.

At this moment, the corners of Dai Yuanyang's mouth twitched slightly.

The distance between the two suddenly widened, and the moment when He Chong's strength was at its peak was fleeting because of the change in the distance. When he touched Dai Yuanyang, he was already at the end of his strength, so there was nothing to be afraid of. .

Dai Yuanyang avoided the pushing palm that extended to the limit, and did not counterattack to lend strength to the opponent. He only used his free hand to scream into He Chong's ear.

At this moment, the distance between the two of them seemed to be much shorter, so that Dai Yuanyang's fist, which seemed to be hitting the air, was able to hit He Chong's temple firmly.

These quick tricks are nothing more than a few breaths, and Lu Jian can only get a rough idea by relying on them.

There are many rules in the sparring, but the lower three, the head, the face, and attacking these places are easy to kill people, so they are not allowed in ordinary competitions.

At this time, Dai Yuanyang's fist seemed to be heading towards He Chong's head, and everyone around felt something was wrong.

Du Ming was the first to strike, and he stretched out his hand to block between the two of them. His palm just held Dai Yuanyang's fist, dispelling the force.

"Two, you have something to talk about, don't touch your hands here, what if you break something."

Du Ming told the two to separate, he spoke, the language was simple, but there was a power to touch people's hearts, his words made the two people no longer do it, or they didn't have the desire to do it.

"I'm trying to persuade you, but you don't appreciate it. The matter has come to this point, and I don't have much to say."

Dai Yuanyang took several steps back, and waited until he was completely out of the attack range of the few of them before speaking.

"But the Xuanjun position, I am sure to win this time, please give me more advice in the future."

Immediately, Dai Yuanyang turned and left the Jiangcheng Theater.

"What was that just now, it's so cool."

Lu Bian suddenly asked.

His voice broke the atmosphere of silence, Qi Ye glanced at Lu Jian, and a smile appeared on the wrinkles on his face.

"Little brother Lu, you haven't seen the way the other Jiuliu companies really walk the rivers and lakes."

Qi Ye pointed to He Chong.

"The He family's yin and yang eyes can see through yin and yang, and can perceive dangers and opportunities in advance. Combined with the kung fu boxing and kicks that his family's ancestors learned in Wudang Mountains, they created a set of kung fu. It is said that they can predict the enemy's opportunity before they see it."

He Chong flexed his wrist, but there was no response, as if he was still thinking about the game just now.

"As for the Dai family who is picking up the stars, in theory, they are very skillful, and they can steal things while others are not paying attention. At the same time, the Dai family has some supernatural powers. It is rumored that they can steal some unexpected things for a short time. Can steal time and space, has he already practiced it?"

Qi Ye was a little stunned.

"Qi Ye means that just now Dai Yuanyang stole the space behind him to distance himself from Brother He, and at the same time stole the distance between himself and Brother He, so that the fist landed on Brother He? "

Du Ming muttered to himself, a little surprised.

Hearing what Du Ming said, the people present looked at each other in blank dismay.

Although everyone has supernatural powers and their own weirdness, it is unimaginable for Dai Yuanyang to be this level.

Just like an old man once said, the gun is fast at ten steps away, and the gun is fast and accurate within ten steps. The times have already changed. Two fists and four hands are no match for foreign guns and cannons. People with supernatural powers can kill one person or ten people, but facing modern guns, they can only be killed by random guns.

Dai Yuanyang's elder brother is the best proof.

"Is it true that as he said, foreigners have a better development of our abilities?"

Qiye was lost in thought.

To be honest, most of their supernatural powers are passed down from family to family, and they are also taught by teachers. The specific cultivation methods are different, but basically it is what the teacher teaches and what they learn by themselves.

With the decline of knowledge inheritance, most of the nine-stream abilities gradually weakened.

For example, the storyteller, the storyteller in the past was able to follow the words and change the reality with words alone, but now, they can only rely on words to make people emotional and persuade others better.

Another example is Zhaixing. In the past, Zhaixing could even steal precious jade from an absolutely sealed box, but in this generation, he only does some sneaky things.

The seniors of Jiuliu have also tried to find a way to regain the glory of the year, but almost all failed, and it is not known whether it is the thin blood or the exhaustion of spiritual energy.

Now, if, as Dai Yuanyang said, foreigners also study supernatural powers and can restore their supernatural powers to the level of their heyday, then it would be untrue to say that no one is tempted.

Seeing that everyone was thinking, Lu Jian suddenly spoke.

"It's not such a mysterious thing. The person just used some tricks to make everyone think it was some kind of profound power."

His words made everyone restless again.

"Tips? What tricks?"

Du Ming asked.

"But I clearly saw that Dai Yuanyang suddenly took half a step back, as if teleported."

Qi Ye stroked his smooth chin.

"He just changed everyone's perception and made everyone think that he was in that position. In fact, Dai Yuanyang was not there at all."

Lu Jian said simply.

"Cognition change?"

Miss Tang Que repeated the word, as if she had tasted something.

"It's like juggling. What you see is only what the juggler let you see. In fact, the place where he really changes is where you ignore it. He distracts and keeps secrets. Dai Yuanyang did the same thing."

Lu Jian held up another chestnut.

Of course, cognitive change is already a relatively serious pollution. According to Lu Jian's understanding, in foreign lands, knowledge represents power and pollution, so Dai Yuanyang's ability upgrade probably means that he has been more seriously polluted.

From here, Lu Jian can deduce how those foreigners "developed" Dai Yuanyang's abilities.

I'm afraid, they have some high-level pollutants, and they are trying to mass-produce supernatural beings through these?

In Lu Jian's era, such a thing naturally did not happen.

What happened in the middle, he didn't know.

It's just that Dai Yuanyang's matter made this Xuanjun dispute a little more variable.

===554. If you can’t speak, say a few words===

After leaving the theater, Du Ming and He Chong didn't speak a word.

Lu stumbled to think about the situation in this world.

According to the descendants of Jiuliu, the past Jiuliu was far from comparable to the present, with more powerful abilities, but it was continuously weakened along with the inheritance, and finally became what it is now.

Lu Juan comes from the future. The He Jiaoyang he saw, let alone boxing, might not be able to get full marks in Tai Chi in college. His physical fitness is far inferior to that of his great grandfather, and his yin and yang eyes can only see a little black mist. That's all, the ability level has regressed even more.

Not to mention other Jiuliu, there is not even a shadow, He Jiaoyang also said that after his grandfather's generation, the talent withered, and the same family disappeared, and there is probably no dispute between Xuanjun in the modern Jiangcheng Mountain.

Rather than saying that the spiritual energy was exhausted, Lu Jian felt that it was better to say that the pollution was diluted.

This is a very reasonable inference.

Because power is equal to pollution, so the weakening of power means the reduction of pollution.

Although I feel sorry for the seniors of Jiuliu, from Lu Jian's point of view, the so-called "supernatural powers" of these Jiuliu people are all pollution.

The pollution left traces on the ancestors of these people, and it was passed down along with blood or knowledge. Every time it was passed on, the pollution would weaken by one level, eventually leading to the exhaustion of power. .

The best ending for the Nine Passers is probably that the pollution gradually thins out and they eventually become mortals.

Pollution will attract each other, and if those foreign pollutions invade in the future, the first to suffer must be these nine-legged people.

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Just like He Jiaoyang, he has yin and yang eyes, he will definitely be the first to see the weirdness of those foreign lands and lose his mind.

In this world, ignorance is a blessing.