Our lord is upright [crossing]

It's night, in the ruined temple outside the city——

"Master, the subordinates are late."

Kneeling on the ground in the temple was a young man wearing a scarlet feather coat, bowing his head respectfully and not daring to look up at others.

Sitting opposite him was a man in the same red dress, with a gloomy face and no smile on his face, he just sat quietly without saying a word.It was so dark in the ruined temple that it was impossible to see clearly, but he could vaguely see his soft and somewhat seductive face. If someone saw him during the day, he would definitely be overwhelmed by his overly beautiful face.

After a long time, the man in red sitting in the ruined temple spoke, but his voice was unexpectedly low and magnetic, without any femininity.

"You mean...the ridiculous person I saw today is the current leader of the martial arts world?"

Those who follow him know that the slower the leader speaks, the worse he is in a bad mood. From his soft words, the right protector kneeling on the ground trembled slightly, knowing that the leader is very uncomfortable. happy.

"Yes, my subordinates have already inquired about it. The new leader only set up his residence here last year. The former leader's mansion has been empty for a long time."

The man in red casually leaned against the huge Buddha statue behind him and squinted his eyes for a while, seeing his demeanor as if he was not staying in a ruined temple, but the soft place in his teaching.

"Heh, the Central Plains Wulin has selected such a thing after so many years, and I don't think there is much hope for these so-called decent people."

Although he didn't understand why the leader came to such a conclusion after only meeting him once, the protector right who was kneeling on the ground weighed it carefully, and reminded in a low voice: "Master, this person should not be underestimated."

"It is said that he learned the eighth layer of Chengtian Jiuhua Gong at the age of 16. Although he is stuck on the bottleneck of the ninth layer, it is rare for him to have such a great fortune at this age. It can be called a hundred years of martial arts. A rare talent."

The man in red gave him a sullen look, obviously dissatisfied with his words.

Protector You secretly glanced at the face of the leader, and hurriedly changed his words: "Of course, how can Chengtian Jiuhua Kung Fu be compared with the Forbidden Jade Jue I taught? Even if you have reached the ninth floor, you can't compare with someone as brilliant as the leader, he is not even worthy to carry your shoes."

The man in red snorted disdainfully, and his tone was more soothing than before, "What qualifications does that idiot have to compare with this seat, the Central Plains martial arts have occupied this beautiful land and water for so many years but have done nothing, it is better to let it go My Holy Cult has returned to the Central Plains to take power."

"Unfortunately, I still have to look for the holy object, otherwise..." The leader in red paused for a while, and finally did not continue, but the cold killing intent in his tone made people shudder.

"Think of a way to let me sneak into the lord's mansion." He continued, "The sacred object has disappeared for so many years, and the most likely thing is somewhere in the lord's mansion. Only by taking that thing back can my cultivation be improved." It is possible to go further, and then it will be a good time for us to slaughter the Central Plains."

"What's more, there is still blood and blood between me and the lord."

The bonfire in the temple jumped a few times strangely, if anyone else was watching here, they would surely faint from fright.

After the right protector reported, he left the temple one step ahead. The man in red who stayed alone sat cross-legged in the same place for a while. "Crack" sound, like the sound of bones breaking.

His figure was originally very tall, but following the terrifying and strange noises all over his body, his whole body rapidly shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he became a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in the blink of an eye.

After everything calmed down, the man in red opened his eyes. It was the young man sitting alone in the porch that Rong Zhenzhen had seen during the day.

The unique secret book of bone shrinking skill has long been lost in the Central Plains, but it is unexpected that there are still people in the world who pass it down.

The young man remembered the provocative and sarcastic smile that Rong Zhenzhen showed him during the day, stretched out his hand and crushed the right arm of the Buddha statue, muttering viciously to himself.

"When this seat is done, I will definitely kill your whole family!"

Day two—

Rong Zhenzhen got up early in the morning to practice in the courtyard. The early winter morning was very cold, and the sun had not completely risen from the east, but he had already finished a set of kung fu. His temples were covered with clear dewdrops, and his forehead was also covered with fine lines. beads of sweat.

After practicing the last set of palms, he slowly collected and exhaled to end today's morning exercise.

Chengtian Jiuhua Gong is the unique skill of the Rong family. It has always been passed on to men and not to women. The kung fu is not necessarily profound. Children aged eleven or twelve can break through the first four levels, but not the last five levels. It's the same thing, it may take about five years to advance to each floor, and for people with poor qualifications, it is possible to reach the eighth floor even at the age of five or sixty.

The reason why this set of exercises is passed on to men and not to women is not because of gender discrimination. The main reason is that this set of exercises is pure and yang, and those who need to practice must be men with masculine physiques. Women's natural feminine physiques are not compatible with this set. The exercises counteract each other, so there is no way to practice them.

Rong Zhenzhen picked up the dry cloth on the table and wiped the sweat off his face, then steamed the sweat off his body with internal force, and then went into the room to take a shower and change clothes.

"Leader, Mr. Zhao, who was in charge just now, said that there is a lack of a handyman in the mansion recently, and asked his subordinates if they want to buy manpower."

Lingyou walked in, just in time to see Rong Zhenzhen finished bathing and getting dressed, after looking at it for a while, he suddenly blushed and walked aside, consciously not looking at him.

Rong Zhenzhen bowed his head to tie his belt, and after hearing his words, he replied casually: "You can figure it out for yourself, if you don't have enough manpower, just recruit people, don't ask me."

"Yes." Lingyou replied, "Then this subordinate will go and answer."

He turned around and was about to leave, Rong Zhenzhen happened to put on the last coat, and stopped Ling You: "Did Xiong Fei say when he will be back?"

"There is no news about the second lady, but she should be back soon. The Frost Flower Sword Club has been over for several days, and the chivalrous ladies have all returned home after hearing."

Rong Zhenzhen nodded, indicating that he knew.

After breakfast, Rong Zhenzhen, the nominal lord, started salting fish again.

Just like in all martial arts novels, since there are martial arts sects, when they have nothing to do, they like to hold martial arts conferences to choose a leader to handle the chores of each sect. It sounds nice to be a handyman. If something happens to the family, he will come to the leader. It seems that he can't live without the leader.

Rong Zhenzhen really didn't expect that he could time travel. He was just an ordinary college student. Every day except for class time, he would spend his nights sleeping with his mobile phone in the dormitory. Occasionally, he would watch some art movies hidden in his computer. My wish is to find a good job, marry a good old man, and live an ordinary life.

Unexpectedly, a thunderbolt struck him, and he traveled to this ancient world. At that time, this body was only six years old. He was wandering on the street with his younger siblings, but was suddenly brought back to the leader's mansion by his uncle who fell from the sky, saying that he was his The nephew who had been lost for many years said that he was a rare martial arts prodigy, and he insisted on training him to be the leader of the alliance, and then take over his leadership.

Those years were so fucking hard.

Rong Zhenzhen couldn't help but shed a tear of sympathy for herself, Rong Yu simply carried the four words "unhuman" to the fullest, and could treat a six-year-old child ruthlessly He was forced to practice kung fu every day, and if he was a little slack and lazy, he would be punished by kneeling on the washboard and whipped with a stick.

At that time, Rong Zhenzhen was still just a salted fish, and she was beaten up by Rong Yu, so she had to practice hard from morning to night, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and did not dare to stop.

He never thought that he was some kind of shit genius, but the reality surprised him. He actually practiced all the way to the eighth level of Jiuhua Kungfu without any obstacles. It can be seen that Rongyu's vision is indeed true. of.

Rong Zhenzhen, who was forced to become a talent, looked back at these past events, and sometimes he was in a daze, unable to tell which was the reality. He sometimes dreamed that he was playing games in the dormitory for a while, and dreamed that he was being raped in the yard for a while. Rong Yu beat him wildly. If he didn't remember some things in modern society, he might not have remembered who he was.

"Alas..." Rong Zhenzhen sighed for a long time. After he came to ancient times, apart from practicing kung fu, the one thing he did the most was to sigh. A man with no ambitions was forced to become the leader of the martial arts, and he was the only one who had no choice but to I can feel it myself.

Otherwise, let's run away one day, and this day is not too much.

Rong really seriously considers the feasibility of this plan, anyway, he is not afraid of being bullied when he goes out with all his martial arts skills, and if he goes out to live by himself, no matter how bad he is, he can support himself by performing arts, at least he won't starve to death.

Other timetravelers want to do great things after crossing and play as much as they want, but Rong Zhenzhen just wants to make a living. It is best to find a handsome guy who takes advantage of him to take care of him, and buy a big yard with three entrances and three exits to hide his golden house. Don't worry about anything all day except eating, drinking and having fun.

This kind of life is just like a fairy.

He was holding a book in his study and was watching it expressionlessly. In fact, the art films about men and women he had seen in his previous life were already automatically playing in his mind, and a flower was surging in his heart.

Under the tree outside the study, the new boy doing odd jobs silently and secretly looked at the people in the room.

The swelling on Rong Zhenzhen's face has completely disappeared under the action of the ointment prescribed by Lu Guanyun, and his handsome face can be used to deceive the public again, and the appearance of sitting upright and reading a book is quite similar.

The boy watched under the tree for a while, then turned and left quietly.

It seems that what Qing Hong said is right, this alliance leader still has some abilities, the way he read the book just now is clearly adjusting his internal breath and meditating, as long as he takes a step forward, the other party will definitely notice it.

Sure enough, you still have to be careful.