"Take a look, take a look, the ancestral pill of Strong!"

"Roast suckling pig for three bites, it's not delicious, and it doesn't cost money!"

"As long as you're ninety-eight, you can't buy a loss, and you can't be fooled!"

……

On the bustling streets, there are many shops, small stalls are placed on both sides of the road, shouting one after another, people come and go, so lively.

At this time, in a bookstore on the corner.

"Here he came, he came, and he came again with the Analects. ”

"For three days, he has come to the bookstore every day to read the Analects, so he really wants to learn from the ancient scholars and read the Analects a hundred times, right?"

Everyone whispered, and they all focused their eyes on a handsome young man who was about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The boy wore a plain tracksuit that had been washed a little white, and with a book of Analects in his hand, he sat in an empty seat by himself.

"I'll tell you, do I have a supernatural talent for reading?"

Meng Fan naturally heard the discussion of the people around him, but he secretly said in his heart that he didn't care.

Then he turned the first page of the Analects and began to read it intently.

After reading through the entire Analects, Meng Fan found that the few lines of golden handwriting in his mind had changed again.

Reading permissions: Level 1

Books Read: The Analects (99/100)

Yan Ruyu: None

Thousand Techniques: None

Mental power: 1

Three days ago, Meng Fan woke up and traveled to this world.

The body is still his body, the name is still his name, but the world is no longer the same world.

At the same time as crossing over, he also awakened the supergod reading talent, which is the necessary golden finger of the legendary traverser.

As the name suggests, reading can be superb.

He only had to read the Analects a hundred times to comprehend a technique.

As for why it is the Analects, can he say that he took it casually? Maybe this is fate, he has a fate with the Analects, otherwise how could he have obtained it casually.

Of course, the main reason is that the number of words in the Analects is not very large, only more than 10,000 words in total, and it is very fast to read.

It's just that at the beginning, in order to quickly read the Analects a hundred times, he tried to read ten lines at a glance, but it was useless, and the numbers behind the Analects did not change at all.

He also tried to quickly turn to the entire Analects, which was also meaningless, and in the end, he could only read it carefully word by word, line by line, and finally the number was no longer 0.

In this way, every time he finished reading the Analects, the number of representations would be +1, and each time he would consume 1 point of mental power.

If it weren't for that, it wouldn't have taken him three days to read the Analects a hundred times.

Now, he still had 1 point of mental power left, just enough for him to read the Analects again.

Fortunately, in the past three days, plus the one just now, he has read the Analects a total of 99 times.

This means that he only needs to read the Analects again to be able to comprehend a technique from it.

Full of anticipation, Meng Fan turned to the first page of the Analects again and began to read.

And sure enough, he continued to look at it. ”

"He read the Analects over and over again, what did he want to see?"

"I'm afraid you're not a fool, do you? Think you can rule the world with half of the Analects in ancient times?"

……

Seeing this scene, many people secretly shook their heads.

Meng Fan still turned a deaf ear to this and continued to concentrate on reading the Analects.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the bookstore.

"What's wrong?"

"There were a lot of people around, so I'm going to check it out. ”

As he spoke, many people walked out of the bookstore and ran towards the place where the crowd had gathered.

"It seems that no matter what the world is, it is human nature to join in the fun. ”

Meng Fan secretly said in his heart.

Immediately, he closed the last page of the Analects, put it back in its place, and then walked out of the bookstore, parting the crowd and going to the innermost part.

I saw that in the center of the crowd, several young men with dyed hair and whistles collapsed on the ground, obviously with not light injuries on their bodies, and their mouths kept wailing.

The eyes of everyone around them looked at the old man with awe.

"The old man is so powerful, he knocked these little gangsters to the ground with three punches and two kicks. ”

"The old man is a little heavy, I'm afraid that in ten days and a half months, they won't be able to get out of bed. ”

"They deserve it, it's not good to bully anyone, they want to find trouble with the old man. ”

……

From the discussions of the surrounding people, Meng Fan probably understood what happened.

Some young people like to gather on street corners and pick on people who look like bullies, either to blackmail or to molest passing women, etc.

Most of the previous victims swallowed their anger, which over time fueled the arrogance of these gangsters.

Just now, these little gangsters saw that the old man was alone, and the clothes he was wearing looked very good, so they had bad intentions.

However, they didn't expect that the old man was not only a soft persimmon that could be kneaded, but a real master.

He shot out angrily, and beat a few thugs to the point where they couldn't get up.

"The old man should be a real martial artist, right? and at least at the level of a mid-level martial artist. ”

"These little gangsters have kicked the iron plate, and they actually dare to provoke the middle-level martial artists. ”

"I didn't expect that I would be able to witness the mid-level martial artist make a move. ”

The two young men next to him said with some excitement on their faces.

"Intermediate Martial Apprentice?"

Meng Fan was a little confused?

How did the style suddenly change from urban to fantasy?

As far as he knows, the world is called Blue Star, and the country where he is located is Huaguo, which is also a country of science and technology.

Of course, he can cross over, and even awaken the super-god reading talent, so it is naturally not difficult to accept that there are things other than science and technology in this world.

"Young man, although I am old, your uncle is still your uncle, and if there is a next time, I will not be spared. ”

After the old man snorted coldly, he turned around and left directly.

As soon as he left, the crowd naturally dispersed.

Meng Fan still stood still, thinking about whether he should go to the Internet café first to understand what a middle-level martial artist is.

Although it had been three days since he had crossed over here, he really hadn't noticed that there were still so-called middle-level martial artists in this world.

It's no wonder that he used to read the Analects in the bookstore in addition to eating and sleeping, and where did he go to learn about this.

The most important thing is that he doesn't have a mobile phone, let alone a computer, and he is so poor that he only has 36 yuan and 5 yuan in his pocket, and if he doesn't want to make money, he can't even pay next month's rent.

Although the small nest he rented was only a single room of more than ten square meters, the monthly rent required 700 yuan.

Reading permissions: Level 1

Books Read: Analects (100/1000)

Yan Ruyu: None

A Thousand Techniques: Lip Fighting

Mental Power: 0

Meng Fan glanced at the few lines of golden handwriting in his mind again, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Even if there is really a transcendent existence in this world, with his supernatural reading talent, he still has a foothold.

……

Ten minutes later, Meng Fan came to the nearest Internet café, called "Feiyu Internet Cafe".

After entering the Internet café, he saw a young female cashier sitting at the bar, about twenty years old, dressed quite fashionably.

It's a pity that the makeup is a bit thick.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him, he doesn't have any intention of flirting with the other party now.

"How much does it cost an hour to open a machine?"

Meng Fan asked directly towards the female cashier.

"Five. ”

The female cashier glanced up at Meng Fan, her eyes suddenly lit up slightly, and she stayed on his face for a few seconds.

Then, her gaze moved down and fell on Meng Fan's almost white-washed tracksuit, and she suddenly seemed to lose interest.

"You shouldn't be a member, you can get a membership card, rush 100 and get 15 free. ”

The female cashier said to Meng Fan.

"No, just open a temporary card. ”

Meng Fan said indifferently.

Five yuan an hour, charging 100 yuan to send 15 yuan, it's too stingy.

Besides, does he look like a man with a hundred dollars?

Meng Fan took out a ten-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it directly to the female cashier.

"The card number is 12581, and the password is six zeros. ”

The female cashier threw a temporary card to Meng Fan.

She shook her head secretly in her heart, this little handsome guy looks pretty good, but it's a pity that he is a poor B.

……

Meng Fan randomly chose a vacant computer, and after successfully logging in, he directly opened the browser and began to search for the information he wanted to query.

He typed in the word martial apprentice, and a large amount of information was immediately swiped out.

Meng Fan eagerly checked the information he wanted to know, and his face kept changing.

Two hours later, the machine automatically shut down and his internet bill ran out.

Meng Fan didn't renew the fee, nor did he leave immediately, he sat there quietly, his eyes were full of shock, and there was a bit of confusion and longing in it.

After a long time, he finally got up and walked out of the Internet café.

"Read. ”

Meng Fan looked up at the sky, his face gradually became firm, and he said to himself, "Read more books!"

Although he has seen a lot of information related to the martial arts examination on the Internet, and almost everyone dreams of being admitted to Wuhan University, he prefers to study because he has a supernatural talent for reading.

Raising his footsteps, Meng Fan walked towards his own nest.

A moment later, he entered the neighborhood where he rented his apartment.

His nest is on the sixth floor, and there is no elevator yet, so he can only climb the stairs to go up.

Meng Fan, who was a little out of breath, stood in front of the door, and secretly sighed in his heart that his body was really too weak.

He took out the key and opened the door, and his gaze suddenly froze.

Because a shadow appeared in his sight, it was a girl of his age.

The girl was tall, with a delicate face, snow-white skin, and long black hair hanging straight there.

"Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving. ”

At this moment, in Meng Fan's heart, he couldn't help but secretly praise.

"I'm sorry, I opened the wrong door. ”

Meng Fan, who came back to his senses, hurriedly spoke.

Then he would turn and leave.

No, this is his room, otherwise, how could his key open the door?

"Who are you, and why are you in my room?"

Meng Fan's gaze stared at the girl and asked.

"Smack!"

I saw that the girl suddenly raised a hand and slapped Meng Fan directly on the back of the head.

"It feels so familiar. ”

At this moment, Meng Fan actually had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It's like he used to be hit in the back of the head by young girls.

"You're still playing with me for amnesia. ”

The girl glared at Meng Fan and spoke.

"Where am I amnesia, I'm crossing over. ”

Meng Fan rubbed his head, his heart full of helplessness.

He struggled to recall the memories in his mind, and suddenly fragments kept coming to him.

This girl turned out to be his half-sister, although the girl was only a month older than him, but in the girl's words, even if she was only one day older than him, it was also his sister.

The girl's name is Liu Rong, and she is the biological daughter of his adoptive parents.

And Meng Fan was adopted by Liu Rong's parents, and in his memory, his adoptive parents were killed in the big change ten years ago.

He is a little confused now, is he wearing it or is it wearing it?

If it is said that it is the soul wearing, he can be sure that the body is his own body, if it is said that it is the body, then what is the matter with these memories of his?

And where did the sister in front of me, who is not related by blood, but has been dependent on each other since childhood, and who is as beautiful as a fairy, come from?