The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

With a bang, countless pieces of rubble exploded in front of his eyes.

Lingran touched his head, and unexpectedly touched a head of thorny black hair. He raised his eyes in shock, and then remembered that he and Qingliu Dalang had crossed the sea of ​​stars and came to the next small world.

So where is it now?

He struggled to get up on his hands.When I stood up, I realized that my hands and feet had become smaller, and then I looked at the tatters on my body.He was wearing tattered clothes, but he was tops and bottoms. With his short hair, he probably came to the modern world.

Well, the modern world, no more literal words!

He couldn't help rubbing his fists, feeling a burst of excitement in his heart.But before he had time to be happy, another burst of sharp alarm bells were heard in his ears, followed by overwhelming buzzing.It wasn't a dragon chant, it sounded like the sound of a weapon being unloaded.

He raised his head quickly, and the sky was covered with black spots.Countless bombers roared past, next to the smashed mud, rocks and rubble.Looking at the blood all around him, several corpses that had been blown up fell into the pit.Severed arms and legs, and some indescribable things that seemed to be internal organs.

He pressed his hand to the ground just now, and his palm was covered with blood. ——I don’t know whose blood it is!

"what--!"

He was so frightened that he let out a cry, stood up quickly, turned around and ran out.Bombs fell from behind him from time to time.There was a groan, gravel fell, and then there was another loud bang. The earthen walls in the alley collapsed in pieces, and there were noisy screams in my ears.

He desperately ran out of the city, like a fish swimming, crossing the streets and alleys, he didn't know where he was going.While running on the road, panting, panting, shouting everywhere—"Da Lang! Comrade Da Lang, where are you?"

However, what responded to him was a turbulent crowd from all directions.The crowd was like an ant nest that had been blown apart, rampaging, and from time to time someone bumped into him with a bag of broken flowers, and then ran over in a hurry.

People come and go.The crowd was huge.

However, the unlucky dragon could no longer be seen.

It's broken, it's worn through, but he lost Aoyagi Dalang!Although this dragon is unlucky, very unlucky!But after mixing the two small worlds, Lingran has unknowingly gotten used to his existence.Now that he didn't have a snake in his hand, and there was no man in red behind him, he was inexplicably flustered.

He hurried to the opposite side of the crowd in a panic. ——Wherever the crowd flees, the bomber will follow. He might as well hide in a secluded corner, maybe the target is too small to be seen from above!

This is what he thought in his heart, and he also executed it under his feet.Immediately turned on the extreme running mode, until finally he couldn't run anymore, his legs softened, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Looking up again, it was even more desolate, completely unrecognizable.

I don't know where I am, what year I am here, and what will happen again!

"Dalang, you bastard!"

Lingran beat her chest and roared, her voice was sharp and clear, piercing the sky.

Da Lang... Comrade Da Lang has a black face!You know you can't count on this dragon even once!

After Lingran finished shouting, she was exhausted, breathless, and slumped on the ground, her back was icy cold.

"Little guy, you also ran out of the city?"

An old voice sounded next to him, his throat seemed to contain a mouthful of thick phlegm, and this thick phlegm rolled in every syllable.

Lingran instinctively felt nauseated.Turning around to look over, only to find that there are actually a lot of people sitting next to him.Because they were all wearing tattered clothes, the color was dull, and the weather was always cloudy, and he hadn't noticed it before!

He quickly put his hands on the ground and jumped up.There was a whistling wind behind the forehead.

He turned his head slowly, and a red-tasseled gun was pointed at him.Looking up, there is no cold rusty smell of metal, but it looks like the tip of a pewter gun.

Going up the barrel of the gun, a big-shouldered young man held a gun and pointed it at him. Seeing him turn around, he picked his chin with the tip of the gun. "The boss is talking to you!"

When the man spoke, his eyes flickered.Lingran looked over and laughed dryly. "Yeah, from the city, you too?"

"Hey, we're not! We're here to make a living!"

The man known as the "leader" let out a long sigh, and sat half leaning against the base of the earthen wall, with bloodstains under his trousers.Every time I utter a word, there seems to be thick phlegm rolling in my throat.

Lingran resisted the nausea, moved away from the hairy mole on the right cheek of the class leader, looked all the way down, only to find that the man was holding his knees, his legs might be useless, and he didn't know how long he could live.He gasped and looked around. There were a lot of people, men and women, old and young, and they were carrying a lot of boxes and cages.The weirdest thing is that there is a pair of gongs hanging on a pair of shoulder poles!

"Are you fleeing? Why are you still bringing the guy with you!"

"Cough, this is the guy our theater troupe eats!" The troupe master gasped, coughed a few times, and knocked the cigarette pouch on his waist. "Child, I see that you are handsome and have a good voice. The soldiers are bombing the city right now. Anyway, everyone has nowhere to go. Why don't you come with us and perform on stage later?"

Go with them and go to a show?There was a burst of horror.

"Well, I'm actually singing out of tune..."

"It's okay, you're still young now, tune in and teach for a few years..."

The head teacher rolled his eyes and quickly changed his words, "As long as you have a teacher to guide you and practice your voice for two years, you can be on stage at the age of twelve or thirteen!"

Judging by his tone, he is very young now.It's so small that it can be abducted by someone even coaxing and tricking it!

Lingran didn't have time to look at herself just now, now she quickly lowered her head to look at her hands, and secretly poked and gestured at the height difference between herself and others.broken!This is good, dressed as a seven or eight-year-old child.Nowhere, no one cares, no relatives in this place.

Right now, these people are trying to persuade him with good words. If he refuses to use force, he won't even be able to escape!

As soon as Lingran thought about it, she subconsciously stepped back.

Sure enough, those people saw that he looked flustered, he didn't look like someone with a backer, and they looked at what he was wearing, which was worse than their troupe!Immediately, several strong young men came over and surrounded Lingran.

The person who was pointing a gun at him with a red tassel earlier took the lead and sneered at Lingran a few times. "Since the class leader opened his mouth to keep you, he appreciates you! You have nowhere to go, so come with us!"

What he said was nice, but the man was holding a red-tasseled gun, the young man on the left was holding a whip, and the one on the right was holding a knife.

Lingran faltered, and didn't dare to say anything more.

The class leader was half leaning against the earthen wall, his body was bloody and bloody, but there was a smug smile on his face.After a pause, he looked at Lingran who had accepted his fate and said, "Do you still remember what my family name is?"

"My surname is Su!" Lingran gritted her teeth.

"Oh, Su...then when you take the lead on stage in the future, everyone will have to call you 'Boss Xiao Su'. Haha!"

This matter is so settled!

Lingran was taken away with a dazed expression.

On the way to follow this group of people through the streets, he tried to get in touch with Aoyagi Dalang more than once.But it's strange to say that when he traveled through the Mietian Realm for the first time before, Qingliu Dalang had already established a life-and-death contract with him. The two shared the sea of ​​consciousness and could even communicate telepathically. , no matter how he called, he could not get a response from the other party.Even the mana seems to be sealed, and it can't be used at all.

Poor Lingran had to abandon the high-ranking national teacher's persona before, and changed back to the name she had when she was in Jiange.He was afraid that Qingliu Dalang would not be able to find him in the future, so he lied to the theater troupe, saying that he was the third eldest in the family, and because the first two were not supported by the family, his parents were afraid that they would not be able to raise him, so he specially named him Thirteen.

"Su Shisan! Go back and give Boss Zhang a run!"

"I'm coming--!"

Su Shisan turned around from the backstage, his face was painted with ink, and he was wearing a ridiculous costume. He ran to the stage, pretending to do somersaults happily.

Three years later, in the coastal commercial port, in the Bai family mansion.

The white housekeeper wearing a mandarin jacket and hanging a pocket watch hurried through the corridor, frowned, and knocked on the study door.

"Come in!"

Inside the door is an elegant fragrance of books, and incense sticks are burning in the cupronickel carved furnace.A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was standing in front of a large desk writing, when he heard the footsteps of someone coming, he said without raising his head, "Did you find it?"

"Back to the young master, although Jicheng is not big, there were too many refugees who escaped from the countryside a few years ago, coming and going, and catching up with several bombings..."

"Pick the focus!"

The boy raised his head, his face was as white as jade, with thick eyebrows and high nose.It was Tairo Aoyagi!

"Master Hui, I couldn't find it!"

Manager Bai spread his hands and frowned deeply. "By the way, what kind of friendship does this kid have with you? Our Bai family didn't have such a good business before we were in Jicheng, and our hands didn't stretch out so long!"

Dalang Qingliu sneered and said, "Father's business has been booming these two years, now standing in this newly renovated white mansion, you tell me that you can't find a child with your ability?"

As he spoke, he put down the brush and took out a portrait from the desk drawer. "Look, I've drawn this man's face for you! You can't find it?"

The picture scroll still shows Su Shisan's appearance in Jiange.Raw is stunning!A pair of black and white deer eyes, even when angry, it seems to have a three-point smile, and the water chestnut lips are slightly pouting, which looks extremely cute.

"Cough cough!"

Manager Bai put his hand to his lips and pretended to cough twice. "Young Master, can you really find the person you drew in this world?"

"What do you mean?" Qingliu Dalang frowned.

"That's how you drew it," Mr. Bai took the portrait, shook his head and commented, "Let's not talk about the beauty of the country, the beauty of the country is a word to describe a girl's family, but this child..."

Manager Bai paused, as if he was looking for words.

"Such a small appearance, just such a smile that is as sweet as brewed honey! In this world, if someone really looks like this, I'm afraid..." At this point, Manager Bai suddenly stopped, thoughtful.

"What did you think of?" Qingliu Dalang hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Anyway, the young master of a well-known family in the whole country will definitely not grow up like this! If he is a servant, he will probably be shaken out! There is a place, we have never thought about it..."

"where?"

"Theater!" Director Bai clapped his hands and laughed, "With this appearance, if he is on stage, he must be a pillar!"

"theater?"

Aoyagi Dalang raised his voice an octave strangely. "What is that place?"

"My master is very strict. You may not know it, young or old. In this pear orchard, there are often boys who sing Huadan, especially boudoirdan. Ouch, all of them look like..."

Manager Bai rolled his eyes down, and said, "I'm afraid it's not far from the one in your painting!"

"take me!"

Dalang Qingliu grabbed Mr. Bai's wrist, almost pushing him under the tip of his nose, and said hastily.

The author has something to say:

Ahem, Su Shisan has returned to "Su Shisan" again, Qingliu Dalang is now Young Master Bai.Clang, clang, drums and gongs, the show is about to begin——!