Ever since he had a strange dream on the day of Midsummer Day, after breaking through to level 50 in the dream, Duchamp vaguely felt that the small world he dreamed of must have something important to do with him.

Especially now, when the qi of his whole body is churning, and when he practices the old moves, he involuntarily produces various changes, which makes him both excited and nervous.

At night, he sat on the roof of his house and looked up at the stars, trying to find out. I saw the starry sky twinkling, the stars shining, where there was any induction or epiphany.

After sitting for a long time, he laughed at himself: "This is really a pipe dream." "I got off the roof, went back to the dormitory, and slept with my head covered. When he woke up the next day, he didn't notice that his skills had increased in the slightest.

Frustrated, he told his roommate that in the past few days, he would not go back to sleep in the dormitory for the time being, and asked his roommate to keep it a secret from his classmates and the warden.

Several people in the same dormitory thought it was very weird, and Fang secretly followed Duchamp and found a super weird thing. Duchamp slept on the roof of an old warehouse north of a school with a cushion on his pillow.

He came back and told Dietrie and Liermuel about the discovery, and the three of them were confused. Learmu shook his head and said, "This kid is nervous. ”

Ditri scoffed, "Styry never does things for no reason, there must be some reason to hide it from us." ”

What the dormitory mates didn't know was that under the roof of the old warehouse, in a small room tightly covered with carpets and tapestries, there was a conscientious workbench that was working on the Wolf brand combat guide at dawn all night.

On the third night, the others in dormitory 305 couldn't contain their curiosity, and quietly went to peek at Duchamp on the roof under Fang's guidance.

On the roof of another warehouse, Dietrie took the binoculars and secretly swept them to the opposite side, only to see Duchamp and his clothes lying on a mat, his eyes as if they were open and closed, and he had already fallen asleep. Seeing is believing, Liermu was so surprised that he didn't know what to say.

Styry closed his eyes and looked at the three overlapping green dots on the map, a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself, "Why don't you listen to what they have to say on the other side." He adjusted his left watch a few times, turned over, and pointed at the opposite roof, and the sound from there was immediately clear.

Fang: "See, that kid has been sleeping on the roof." ”

Dietrie: "Otherwise, let's stay all night, maybe he'll do something in the middle of the night." ”

Liermus: "Ah, we didn't bring mosquito repellent when we came out. ”

Fang: "You're just so delicate, just sleep in the open air, and Sterry is sleeping well on the other side." ”

Dietrie: "The three of us take turns staring at him, and the others sleep. ”

Lilmu: "But there's a sleeping mat on Styry's side." ”

Duchamp listened, felt the softness of the sleeping pad, and touched the mosquito repellent water in his pocket, and his heart was full of superiority. He squinted his eyes and looked at the bright sky, and suddenly remembered that on the night of last year, the first night he had crossed over, the sky had undergone a miraculous change, but unfortunately he had passed out. He still remembered the exact words of Uncle Machete:

"The stars are as bright as snowflakes, and the sky is as white as cream. The beast in the distance screamed so penetrating. ”

As if to echo this scene, a wild beast's cry suddenly came from the distant mountain, and then, other domestic beasts and beasts also cried out one after another, and there was a lot of excitement in the middle of the night.

Duchamp stared at the sky, which was still bright and deep, reflecting the faint starlight. Duchamp stared at the canopy, as if he wanted to find the location of the earth through the canopy. In his heart, the love song of homesickness sounded irresistibly.

He remembered the winding path he had to walk every day in elementary school, and the flowers that bloomed in the summer of every tree on that path, and the fragrance of the flowers was still in his nose.

He remembered every little red flower on his homework book, and every word of praise when the teacher covered him with a little red flower.

He remembered the endless math Olympiad in middle school, and every question he lost points on every math test.

He remembered every anime he watched secretly under the covers, every song he downloaded from MP3s, every movie and novel he had watched, even the advertisements on the streets, the smell of snacks, the smiles of passers-by, the beggars whose professional begging was exposed without blushing, and the young people who ran between the crowded traffic on the road and stuffed small advertisements into the cracks of the car windows......

He clearly navigated every day of his life for more than 20 years, and his fingers seemed to touch the faces of his parents and friends in his memory.

The starry sky twinkled, fading away as the morning light came. Duchamp woke up from his trance, he raised his finger and gently touched it in the air, the warm and clear touch just now had disappeared, and many memories seemed to gradually leave him.

He suddenly remembered that he still had a hidden folder, and all along, the intelligence system had been silently collecting useful information in his mind and forming a permanent file to save in the system, and he didn't know whether to save the next part of the memories just now.

Duchamp excitedly trembled, clicked on the secret folder with secrets, passed the verification, and after entering, he was surprised to find that the size of this folder had exceeded 1000T.

The intelligence system turned over countless meaningful things from his memories, including his graduation photos from elementary school, his photo album from childhood to adulthood, and the commemorative album of his graduation, which can now be flipped through like a book.

He clicked on a movie, watched an opening, and then withdrew, reminding himself not to indulge in this futile sadness and nostalgia, and waste his current life and time.

He looked at the sky where the stars had receded, and even the brightest stars were about to be hidden behind the bright morning light, and he stretched his limbs, feeling that the sea of qi was full of a hundred bones. He suddenly laughed: "If you don't practice martial arts at this time, you will wait for when." "Shoot your body vertically, and shoot it into the open space in the distance.

Duchamp practiced all the fist moves he knew with his bare hands, and he always felt that he couldn't express the realm in his heart at this time.

He suddenly remembered that there were a few mysterious little moves in the illusion theory. At this time, they were rehearsed one by one, but the perception was completely different. Such as Shadowless, Shadow Flash, Whirling Dance, and Assault, since they are all skills that can be added to the point, he has hardly practiced it seriously on weekdays, but now that he has that qi machine in his body, he can vaguely grasp the core of these moves.

After practicing for a while, he vaguely understood that in this illusionary theory, one move is more than one move, if he can really comprehend it, he can deduce a set of stunts. His mind moved, and his palms flew up, which was the afterimage he had comprehended from the whirling dance. and then integrate the shadowless, and the afterimage suddenly changes into a killing move, virtual and real.

After playing two sets, Duchamp's eyes rolled and he thought to himself, why can't the feet do so many changes with his hands.

At this time, the light of the sky gradually brightened, Duchamp turned over the wall, ran towards the hill outside the wall, his footsteps were disillusioned and fluttering, he stumbled at first, but slowly achieved the longitudinal wishfulness, wanted to left on the left, wanted right on the right, dodged and moved, all along with his heart.

When he arrived at the top of the mountain, he still felt that this vent was not satisfied, the qi machine locked on the four fields, lifted his body, poured all his strength into the palm of his hand, flew in all directions, snorted a few times, and the position locked by the qi machine was suddenly knocked out of a pit.

Dushang looked at the effect of the attack and nodded with satisfaction: "It is really worthy of an explosive skill that exerts all the murderous energy of the whole body, and the attack power is indeed amazing." "Thinking about the body method that I inadvertently used just now, I want to pick up people's teeth and call it Ling Bo Weibu, and I feel quite embarrassed, I thought about it for a long time, and named it "Xingluo Bu".

Thinking that he had finally comprehended a stunt, Duchamp couldn't help but laugh out loud, and this laughter penetrated the four fields and woke up the three brothers who were sleeping on the top of the warehouse.

"Ugh." As soon as Learmel touched his feet and touched his face, he immediately cried out in mourning, and the red envelopes on his skin were swollen like dense strawberries.