The sun rises, and the sun is very dazzling.

The corpses under his feet were piled up, Jian Haoyuan stood on top of the corpse mountain, barely holding a broken scimitar with countless curls in his right hand, supporting the ground with a long spear in his left hand, and an arrow in his left thigh, and his white clothes were bathed in blood.

On the opposite side were six thousand heavily armored infantrymen, neatly armoured, with one long gun in hand, ready to attack. Obviously, their opponent was only Jian Haoyuan, but seeing the countless corpses at Jian Haoyuan's feet, no one dared to take half a step forward.

Jian Haoyuan didn't move.

has been fighting fiercely with the enemy for three days and three nights, and the young and middle-aged villagers and Jian Haoyuan's brothers have all been killed, leaving only Jian Haoyuan, who has the strongest martial arts, still holding on.

Jian Haoyuan could have used light skills to leave here, but behind him, it was his master and the home of the villagers. The emperor fled, the generals rebelled against the country, and there was no one to protect the homeland except them. Once invaded and occupied by a brutal enemy, none of the men will be left behind, and the women will be reduced to slavery.

The sunlight was too dazzling, and after three days and three nights of fierce fighting, Jian Haoyuan couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, his body shook a little, his eyes were half-closed, and then he immediately opened them.

In order to give the villagers and the families of his brothers and sisters an extra moment to escape, Jian Haoyuan tried not to close his eyes. It's a pity that he was hit by an arrow in the thigh, bleeding profusely, and the fatigue of three days and three nights made him unable to support it.

No matter how strong his martial arts are, at this moment, Jian Haoyuan also understands that he is going to die here.

Seeing this, the enemy general held his breath, bent his bow and arrows, pulled the bow full of strings, and aimed at Jian Haoyuan.

Jian Haoyuanyun smiled lightly, leaned his back against the long spear standing there, and threw the long knife in his hand at will.

As soon as he saw Jian Haoyuan raise his hand, the enemy general's pupils immediately shrank, and he immediately threw away his bow and arrows, bent over the horse's neck, and hid under the horse's belly. The heavy armored infantry also raised their shields one after another, shrunk under the heavy iron shield, their muscles tensed, ready to use all their strength to resist Jian Haoyuan's flying long knife!

Smack.

The long knife didn't fly far before it fell two steps in front of Jian Haoyuan.

Seeing the enemy soldiers with shrunken turtles on the opposite side, Jian Haoyuan laughed, but he pulled the wound again, and couldn't help coughing a few times. In his arms, he took out the bamboo flute that had been cut off by the enemy, secretly stored all the internal force in his body, and put the bamboo flute to his lips.

Jian Haoyuan is known as the first swordsman, but few people know that his musical attainments are also superb. Combining martial arts and music, Jian Haoyuan even studied the magic flute killing array, the magic sound penetrates the brain, and how far the flute can be transmitted, how far it can deal with people!

His brothers had all been killed, and the enemy was outnumbered, so he could finally play the sound of extermination without any worries.

The slender fingers danced, and a rapid and sharp flute burst out, and the wall of enemy shields on the opposite side collapsed in an instant, and the enemy generals' bodies fell soft, and they fell off their horses one after another, pressing their ears with both hands, but they couldn't stop the deadly flute, their eyeballs burst, and they bled to death through seven holes.

No one could resist the power of Jian Haoyuan's magic flute, not even Jian Haoyuan himself.

As a player, Jian Haoyuan's eardrums have burst, and so have his eyeballs. His eyes were closed, two bloody tears flowed down his face, he leaned on his back and slowly knelt down, and kept playing until the moment when his internal strength was exhausted.

The sky was dark and stormy.

The white-clothed flute, a generation of top swordsmen, died with 6,000 enemy troops.

Heavy rain fell from the sky, washing away the blood stains on Jian Haoyuan's body.

A heavenly lightning bolt struck the long spear beside Jian Haoyuan, and the mutation was rampant, setting off a tornado on the ground, bringing Jian Haoyuan's soul to the modern era.

……

Jian Haoyuan had accepted the fact that he should die, but his physical condition made him very confused.

Although the dantian was empty, the arrow wounds and gunshot wounds on the body could not feel pain, the roar of the magic sound disappeared, and the fatigue of three days and three nights of fierce battle was also swept away. It's just that the face is wet, as if it was licked by someone.

As a top martial artist, his control over his body is different from ordinary people. Even if the internal force is completely lost, as long as Jian Haoyuan examines the root bones and meridians, he can know it.

Jian Haoyuan found that his root bone physique had actually become the Xuanyang True Body!

The Xuanyang True Body is an excellent physique for men to practice martial arts, and the growth rate of internal strength is dozens of times that of ordinary people. Jian Haoyuan's founding ancestor is the Xuanyang True Body, and he is the first person in contemporary martial arts, and no one can beat him. In the end, he entered the Tao with martial arts, shattered the void and left. Left a copy of the "Xuanyang Secret Classic", which became the highest exercise in Jian Haoyuan's master, and it could not be taught unless the head of the sect.

Although Jian Haoyuan was also taught this secret book by the master, his roots and bones can only be regarded as ordinary, and he has become the number one swordsman in the rivers and lakes through his hard work and understanding, but he is also limited by his body and cannot go further. Now, his root bones have turned into Xuanyang True Body! On top of the martial arts, it is definitely possible to achieve achievements that were not attainable in previous lives.

However, before breaking through the first layer of the Xuanyang Secret Codex, the people who possessed the Xuanyang True Body were all big fat people, fully absorbing the nutrients of the food and storing them; These nutrients are stored between the zài meridians, so the Xuanyang True Body does not have hair yet. When you break through the first layer of the Xuanyang Secret Codex, all the nutrients are converted into internal strength, and only then will you lose weight and your hair will grow.

So, the current body is a big fat man, and he still has no hair.

Although he felt very strange about the changes in his body, Jian Haoyuan was worried about the family members of his senior brothers and the latest battle situation, frowned, and opened his eyes.

The entrance is an alley without lights, and then the lights of the tall buildings in the distance make the scenery in the alley faintly visible. He collapsed next to a rancid-smelling garbage can, and a palm-sized gray-haired puppy was licking his face and whining.

The gray-haired puppy saw Jian Haoyuan open his eyes, and he stopped licking it, his round eyes blinked, and he happily wagged his hairless little tail and arched Jian Haoyuan's chin.

Jian Haoyuan touched the hair of the gray-haired puppy, and was puzzled, when a memory that did not belong to Jian Haoyuan hit, making Jian Haoyuan understand his current situation.

Resurrection of the soul.

The body he returned to was also named Jian Haoyuan, but he was a big fat man who didn't know martial arts, and the time and space were completely different from his.

The big fat man is an orphan who graduated from junior high school and works in a noodle shop. With a meager salary, he lived in the warehouse of a noodle shop. The big fat man's usual hobby is to go to the Internet café to surf the Internet, sing on the girl, have a gentle voice and a very male god, and have tens of thousands of fans. Yaya's success gave the big fat man the courage to sing a confession to the goddess, but he was unexpectedly rejected, and was criticized for being useless, no different from garbage. The big fat man felt that he had nothing to love, so he went to buy sleeping pills and committed suicide next to the trash can.

And the little greyhound next to him usually looks for food in the trash can, and has met the big fat man who came to take out the garbage a few times.

The memory is very messy, Jian Haoyuan is not sure if this memory is true, and plans to leave the alley and go out to verify it. If it was true, Jian Haoyuan wanted to find the inheritance of his master and see how the juniors of his brothers were doing. Of course, it's best not to be true, if he can return his soul to the same era, Jian Haoyuan still wants to practice again, and make persistent efforts to slash and kill all the enemy troops who trample on his homeland.

As soon as he stood up, the gray-haired puppy came over and rubbed Jian Haoyuan's calf. Jian Haoyuan didn't have the idea of taking the puppy back for the time being, walked out of the alley, and saw the back alley of a bar street. The dazzling lights are blurry, the people who come and go are dressed strangely, and the English letters everywhere reveal that this is really not Jian Haoyuan's world.

Now that they are all dead, Jian Haoyuan asked himself if he had a clear conscience about the things in the past, and he came to a new world, so the past things would be in the past.

Looking back, the gray-haired puppy obediently did not follow, but stood in the garbage heap, looking at Jian Haoyuan from afar, but its hairless little tail hung down. Jian Haoyuan noticed that in addition to the gray-haired puppy's hairless tail, there were several pieces of hair missing from its face and body, and there were obvious scars under the corners of its eyes, which were obvious and caused by fights with other animals.

Jian Haoyuan looked at it and remembered himself back then. When he was a child, he didn't grow tall, he was always bullied, and if Master hadn't rescued him, he would have starved to death.

A man and a dog looked at each other. Although the gray-haired puppy stood in place obediently, his eyes were full of reluctance, and his round eyes seemed to be able to speak, begging Jian Haoyuan not to leave.

"Come here, don't look for food in the trash can, I'll raise you," Jian Haoyuan squatted down, stretched out his arms to the gray-haired puppy, clapped his hands again, and asked, "Are you willing to go home with me?" ”

The gray-haired puppy seemed to understand, and immediately wagged his little tail and rushed towards Jian Haoyuan. Jian Haoyuan was about to pick it up, but suddenly a kick flew in front of him, kicking the gray-haired puppy to the side!

The shiny black leather shoe hit the gray-haired puppy's belly with a whimper, and the puppy whined and almost kicked down and hit the wall. Jian Haoyuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it, catching it in his right hand before the gray-haired puppy crashed into the wall.

The body that borrowed the corpse to resurrect the soul was not coordinated enough, if it was the previous body, it would be absolutely impossible for Jian Haoyuan to let the gray-haired puppy be kicked without noticing.

However, before Jian Haoyuan could stand up, Jian Haoyuan heard the wind in the back of his head, accompanied by the scolding of a rough man: "Cut, it's you garbage again, a woman who dares to harass Lao Tzu who picks up garbage dogs to raise?" Look at Lao Tzu if he doesn't kill you! ”

Before the man's words were finished, Jian Haoyuan took a step forward and dodged the glass wine bottle behind his head, and his left hand was back, without looking, and clamped the man's hand holding the wine bottle. Immediately afterwards, he bent over and took a wrong step and brought the man to a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall!

The wine bottle also flew in an arc, hitting the ground with a "bang", the bottle was shattered, and the wine flowed to the ground, like a man's cracked tail vertebrae that had been thrown to the ground.

Jian Haoyuan has always been accustomed to using his hands and not moving his mouth, using martial arts to speak, and using violent force to solve problems is his consistent style, and he will swing his knife immediately if he doesn't agree with him. Except for the enemy army and the master, there is really no one who dares to fight against Jian Haoyuan and beg to be hacked. Now that the man's tail vertebrae are slightly cracked, it is already considered very light, and there is also a reason why the big fat man's body has not cultivated internal strength.

Jian Haoyuan took a closer look and found that this man was He Jinkun, one of the suitors of the big fat goddess Chu Xuan. He Jinkun was originally the senior of Big Fat Junior High School, and he has always laughed at the Big Fat Man for having no hair and no parents, and often teamed up with his younger brothers to bully the Big Fat Man. It's not that the big fat man didn't tell the teacher what happened, but He Jinkun has some family background, the son of the school director or something, and the teacher here wants to record him for punishment, and someone above has smoothed it out, and asked the big fat man to write a review book to end the game.

Now that they start fighting as soon as they meet, it is obvious that He Jinkun is used to bullying him, and he always likes to find him angry when he has nothing to do, anyway, the big fat man is a big sandbag.

But Jian Haoyuan is not.

This memory of being often bullied surfaced, and the gray-haired puppy in his hand didn't know if he was injured. Jian Haoyuan frowned slightly, stretched out a kick ruthlessly, and stomped heavily on He Jinkun's chest.

This foot was very skillful, He Jinkun originally scolded again and again, but now when he was stepped on, he didn't even have the strength to speak out in an instant.

Jian Haoyuan carefully checked the abdomen of the gray-haired puppy, but fortunately he was not kicked by the tip of his shoe, and the puppy was not seriously injured, so it was fine after a while. However, the gray-haired puppy was originally very quiet, but as soon as he saw Jian Haoyuan checking himself, his big eyes immediately became very moist, as if he was about to cry, and let out a weak humming and chirping, but the wagging little tail revealed its mood.

Jian Haoyuan's brows furrowed.

Although he knew that the gray-haired puppy was coquettish, Jian Haoyuan still gently helped the gray-haired puppy rub his abdomen, and the gray-haired puppy was satisfied, and he was moved to hold Jian Haoyuan's fingers and lick them again and again. Jian Haoyuan touched its head hair, and then the whole person half-squatted down, his feet slid and his knees bent, and he hit He Jinkun's abdomen with his knees! The big fat man's heavyweight super weight made He Jinkun snort again, and his mouth foamed at the mouth.

"You kicked my puppy back," Jian Haoyuan said word by word: "If you have the ability to provoke me again, I will pay it back tenfold." ”

He Jinkun's eyes widened instantly, and he said weakly and intermittently: "I, I have practiced, you, you, how can you defeat me, cough-"

Jian Haoyuan didn't bother to look at him again, picked up the gray-haired puppy, and prepared to take it to the bath.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang.

The mobile phone rang for a while, Jian Haoyuan reacted, took out the Nokia old man machine in his pocket, saw a string of unfamiliar Arabic numerals, Jian Haoyuan was very puzzled, rummaged in his memory for a while, and then successfully pressed the call button and asked, "Hello?" ”

A female voice came from the phone: "Hello! Is it Mr. Jian Haoyuan? ”

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm Lin Xiaoqiu, director Yao Tianyao's assistant, and I'm glad to inform you that the primary selection for the role of "The Legend of Wukong in Journey to the West" that you participated in last month has been passed! Our crew is going to have a re-election the morning after tomorrow, is Mr. Jian free? ”

The next two days of tomorrow happen to be Jian Haoyuan's rest day.

Coming to a new world, although Jian Haoyuan couldn't understand a word of what Lin Xiaoqiu said, he wanted to see it, so he said, "I'm free." ”

Lin Xiaoqiu replied, "Okay! The specific time and place will be sent to your mobile phone in the form of a text message, I hope you can come on time! ”