"Brother——, brother, ——!" the call of his sister Hua Sha woke Hua Shang up from his dream. He struggled to get out of bed, aching.

He opened his eyes and looked at his sister and screamed in fright.

"Oops, I'm scared to death!

"How did you get young!" Hua Shang looked at Hua Sha in surprise. Hua Sha looked only 13 years old, eight or nine years younger. Because I changed from a college student to a junior high school student, it looks particularly distinct.

"You're beating around the bush and saying I'm like a child, Mom-Brother is bullying me again!" Hua Sha turned her head and screamed and ran out of Hua Shang's bedroom.

Oops, I almost forgot that my sister liked to sue so much when she was a child. Hua Shang was so shocked that goosebumps rose all over his body. Before going to bed, he also received a call from his sister who decided to drop out of school to start a business and become the breadwinner of the family. Because he is an elder brother, he can't get out after graduation, and when he goes home, he eats and waits for someone to help. At that time, Huasha no longer had the slightest childishness, and was so mature that people were embarrassed.

"Xiao Shang, get up, hurry up and eat, go to the arena early to familiarize yourself with the environment. Father Hua Baogang's voice came from outside the house.

"Arena?" Hua Shang looked blankly at the wall calendar on the bedside. June 15, 2010?Hua Shang sat up in surprise. Isn't this the time when he participated in the Datong City Junior Table Tennis Championship? That's the one he missed out on for a World Title. From there, he lost until he was about to graduate from college. Dreams are changed again and again, and there is nothing to change!

Could it be that he was reborn, and Cupid, the goddess of love, wanted him to revisit his athletic path? Hua Shang turned around excitedly and looked towards the corner of the bedroom where he had been placing his ping-pong racket. Then, his eyes almost popped out. In this corner, which he cherished, there was a long sword inserted in the scyan-skinned scabbard.

Long Sword!Long Sword?Yes, Long Sword!Hua Shang could even faintly feel the sword qi emanating from the scabbard.

"Mom, Dad, who put a sword here, and where is my racket?" Hua Shang felt bad.

"What racket?" Hua Mu Zhu Yinghua poked her head in from the bedroom door, "Are you still dreaming? Who dares to use your sword!?Get up and eat, and don't bully your sister!"

"Yay~~~ Bulen Bulen!" Hua Sha poked her head out from behind her mother and stuck out her tongue at him and grimaced.

"What's the situation?" Hua Shang rolled down from the bed, rushed to the long sword, reached out and grabbed the hilt, and slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath. The early morning sun shone on the sword face, which made him feel refreshed and comfortable. An emotion so strong that it made him feel extremely frightened poured into his heart at this moment. Flashing fragments in my mind. It's all about the memories of the sword.

The first time I saw it in the swordsmith's workshop, I couldn't leave. On the day of his birthday, he appeared at the bedside as a gift and will never forget it. The first time I took it to the competition, it was like fire. Swords, swordsmanship, swordsmanship, martial arts, a series of warm and beautiful memories poured into the depths of his mind like a river sprinkled with five-colored petals. He remembered his deep and intense love for the sword.

What he fell in love with was...... What about the good table tennis ball?

He flew to his desk, turned on his computer, and raced to find the news. There must be something wrong!There must be a deviation in the trajectory of his life.,This doesn't meet the rules of rebirth.,Shouldn't it be the same game after the game as it was to play the previous plot again?

In fact, everything is not right. He found that the world he woke up to was a great era of spiritual energy revival and martial arts revitalization. Martial arts competitions have replaced all sports, the traditional three balls and three small balls, baseman ice water rugby, track and field skiing events have been replaced by knives, guns, swords, sticks, whips, fists, flying weapons, heavy soldiers, and large and small formations. The various sports events have been transformed into global martial arts events. Governments around the world have joined forces to cultivate martial arts geniuses, and society as a whole has regarded super martial artists as international superstars.

"Isn't this scientific!" Is there still science? Hua Shang's heart trembled, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he glanced at the computer he was using. The computer is still there.

Huashang punched into the table tennis ball, and then searched the Internet. It was discovered that human sports still exist, but only in a fantasy space. Countless online writers have built a nuclear equilibrium on Earth, where there are various sports, including football, volleyball, basketball, table tennis, and so on. Those famous online articles "Sword Come" and "Nine Turns of the Golden Body Formula" have all become "Ball Comes" and "Nine Turns of the Golden Body Ball".

No one fantasizes about martial arts anymore, because martial arts have become a reality. Martial arts competition is a competitive event that attracts national attention. And he Hua Shang is a beginner-level quasi-martial artist, a teenager who is determined to enter the Global Martial Arts Association and win the world championship.

Hua Shang felt sweat come out. Now all he remembers is a slice of his life about the sword. Regarding swordsmanship, martial arts, internal strength and so on, everything is blank. It's like the next day's college entrance examination, only to find out today that all he learned was table tennis!

This tournament was a turning point in Huashang's fortunes. In this match, he reached the final, but lost by two points and was not selected by the table tennis coach of the Chase City Sports School. He was fifteen years old at the time, and this was his last chance.

But it's weird. Hua Shang did not feel hopeless, powerless, or depressed. His emotions are passionate and passionate, like a silly child in love. No amount of setbacks or tribulations will wear down his will. This is a feeling he has never experienced before! Part of himself, soberly aware of the current predicament, as well as the state of mind and experience of an adult. The other part of himself is immersed in the passionate youth of the current teenager, passionate and fearless.

Is this double feeling of life a trait unique to the reborn? one's sensibility is full of youth and passion, while one's own reason is soberly appreciating one's own feelings, immersing oneself in them, enjoying and cherishing them incomparably. Usually, people's perception of their emotions is slowed down for a period of time, a year, five years, sometimes even a lifetime. But now, Huashang's emotional perception of himself is immediate.

How is it to act in a movie for yourself for a lifetime...... Refreshing!

"Even if I lose, at least I still have my sword!" Hua Shang already felt that this life was much happier than the previous life. Because he knew very clearly that he loved the sword as much as his life. What more table tennis!

"Yo, my old fellow!" Hua Shang took the sheath of the long sword resting in the corner into his arms and reached out to pull out the blade. A bone-chilling chill hit his face, and he opened his mouth and sneezed. This sneeze is not only snot and saliva, but also a map that is extremely clear in my mind.

The basic sword spectrum that young swordsmen in China are familiar with - the Sword Scripture. This is a sword learning manual compiled and issued by the strongest ninth-order celestial masters based on the most basic sword path in the sword technique popularized all over the world. As the enlightenment reading of martial artists, the Sword Sutra, the Fist Sutra and the Lingwu Neijing are collectively known as the three books.

Memories revive again. Hua Shang remembered that he was practicing the swordsmanship according to the sword scripture map in front of him. Three times a day, morning exercises, afternoon exercises, evening exercises. Practice for two hours each. There are still four hours to practice the Lingwu Neijing. At the same time, he also attends basic courses for secondary school students. There are only six hours of rest per day.

Hua Shang took a deep breath and closed his eyes to feel his cardiopulmonary function and muscle strength. He's strong! He's even stronger than he was in his heyday.

The atlas and memory were embedded and carved into the depths of his brain, and Hua Shang felt ecstasy and joy from the depths of his soul. It's like a singer who loves music remembering how to play an electric guitar.

"Yo, my old fellow!" this time there was 100% sincerity in his words. The world seemed to be completely gone, and only him and his sword remained!

"Hum—" A melodious sword sound sounded in his ears, as if in response to his affectionate call to the sword. Immediately after, the map that appeared in his mind spun rapidly, turning into a curtain of light. In the light curtain, the figure of the sword dancing in the map suddenly began to move, the sword light swirled, neon was like electricity, meteors were in the sky, and the ground was full of green frost.

At the same time, the sound of the sword suddenly changed. That chirp became the melody of pop music. This melody is too familiar to Hua Shang!

The sword dancing figure in the Sword Sutra Atlas suddenly followed the beat of the music, beating a sword, and stopping a sword. On the opposite side of the sword-dancing humanoid, an opponent with a black shadow appeared all over his body, and the opponent was also a sword. The sword-dancing figure and the pitch-black opponent advance and retreat, retreat and advance, and with the music, the blade flies, and the fierce fight is like fire. The hundreds of swordsmanship in the Sword Sutra are like rolling rivers, rotating back and forth between the two. Whenever the music reaches a beat, there will inevitably be an offensive and defensive transition between the two sides, attacking like a fire, defending like a distant mountain, hearty.

Just before his force, after taking his strength, he was busy and I waited, knowing that he was fighting for him. Does the "beat" in the Sword Sutra mean that there are thousands of steps and a shooting position?

Hua Shang remembered the sword scripture he had memorized by rote. There are hundreds of thousands of words in the Sword Sutra, and he doesn't understand every word. However, now seeing this fierce human form, he suddenly had an enlightenment and a great understanding.

Beat. In sword fighting, the warrior must master the rhythm of attack and defense, play his own melody through the sword pressing, and bring the opponent into his own rhythm. Beat by beat, pinch when the old force of the opponent is skipped, and the new force is not born, forcing the enemy to change his moves and seize the initiative.

Take, dance also. When Yao Shun ruled the world, Miao refused to accept it, so he danced with his relatives to show his martial power. Chinese martial arts originate from dance, out of the rhythm of music, not only killing, but also art, can kill people with force, but also can convince people with force. If you can master the melody of kendo, you will definitely be able to be like the sword dancer that comes to mind, with long strength and a tidal wave of attacks, which will last forever.

When Hua Shang thought of this, the sound of the sword stopped abruptly. The human figure in front of him suddenly stood still, turning into three fixed swordsmanship maps.

There are also names of moves on the map: the first move "Partial Flower Seven Stars Rush Forward", the second move "Peacock Open the Screen Left and Right Deception", and the third move "Force Splitting Huashan Small Roundabout".

The seven stars of the partial flower do not look like swordsmanship, but like stick method, wide opening and closing, seven swords in a row, the move is pressing, it seems to be flexible, but it is actually fierce. The long sword struck out with the momentum of a long stick.

Peacock opens the screen left and right to deceive is the flat flower swordsmanship, testing the level of the swordsman shaking the sword flower, three flat flowers on the left and right, forming a sword curtain, which seems to be resisting a frontal attack, but in fact, it is a change of defense into offense, and the point of attack is constantly changing from left to right, which makes it impossible to judge.

The small roundabout of splitting Huashan is even more deceptive, and it seems to be a ferocious head-on split, but in fact, the whole body is inclined to rotate left and right, drawing an arc in the air, and making a roundabout blow after going around the opponent's side.

According to the sword theory that Hua Shang realized just now, if these three moves are used according to the rhythm of his own attack, he can instantly make the opponent misjudge, bring him into his own rhythm, gain the upper hand, and even win with one move.

"I'll go, my sword is alive! It comes with BGM, and it can also write sword scores!" Hua Shang was excited. What is this? This is spiritual sense! My sword, there is a sword spirit!

"I can win......" Hua Shang's eyes flashed with stars, "I want to win!"

At this moment, Hua Shang's heart was full of morale and blood boiling.