"Is it so awesome!"

"There is no such thing as the best, only the best! The host dog is very lucky, and it can be drawn with only a 1 in 100 million chance! ”

"Yes, you can, society!" Wang Yi decisively ignored the bad things the system said about him, and said with an arch fist.

Speaking, Wang Yi put all his mind into this ancient book, the whole body of the ancient book is made of an unknown animal skin, which depicts a person holding a big axe, is chopping something, the thread of the sewing book seems to be some kind of animal tendon, it looks extremely hard and elastic, the whole book is pale yellow, it looks very historical, turn the first page, only to see a few vigorous and powerful characters written on it, "The avenue is unfair, with all things as a dog" Although there are only a few big characters, But these big characters look like they give people a desolate feeling, and even Wang Yi, a heartless guy, feels extremely shocked, which makes Wang Yi uneasy.

"What does that mean?" Wang Yi pondered for a long time, and finally asked.

"This book is written by the ancient god Pangu, which is also the essence of Pangu's life"

"I'm dropping a turtle! Wouldn't I be able to open up the world! Wang Yi shouted in astonishment.

"Of course you can, but ....." Speaking of which, the sound of the system suddenly became known.

"But what! Halfway through the conversation, chrysanthemums are ten thousand people! ”

"However, with the host's talent, I'm afraid I need to practice for a few thousand yuan!"

Wang Yi is not a fool, he still knows some about the time of these ancient records, it is said that thirty years is one life; The twelfth is a fortune; Accumulate thirty fortunes for a while, which means that Wang Yi wants to cultivate the Ten Thousand Tribulations without invading the body to Dacheng, at least 10,800,000 years, this Nima is still a fart immortal! It's already good to be able to live for a while! I'm afraid I won't even have a scum left when I get to the end of my practice!

"Of course, the host doesn't need to be too frustrated, the random traveler can take you to thousands of worlds, maybe you may be able to touch a world and gain the ability to live forever!"

"Go, go, go, don't talk about this, can you tell me how to get back?"

"Jingwumen" task release, main task one, apprenticeship Huo Yuanjia, task two: personally find out the traitor of Jingwumen, task three: participate in the killing of the "robot" Fujita Gang, after the task is completed, you can get a chance to draw a lottery, and return to the real world, if the task fails, the host will stay in the world of "Jingwumen" forever. ”

“………………..”

The first task, and the second task, should not be considered a difficult thing for Wang Yi, who is now carrying a huge amount of money, after all, because of Huo Yuanjia's death, the Jingwumen has long since lost its former prosperity, and even burying Huo Yuanjia is a difficult matter, as long as he hands over these pounds, there is no possibility that Huo Tingen and others will let him worship Huo Yuanjia as a teacher, but I don't know if this task can be completed if it is collected by others, of course, as long as this task is completed, and he has indeed entered the Jingwumen, that....... This traitor is not yet caught! The most uncomfortable of these three tasks is this third task, in the original plot, Fujita Tsuyoshi beat Chen Zhen half to death, his small body and small physique, I'm afraid he will not be killed by him with a punch! .

After all, Wang Yi is a good otaku who has lived in the 21st century for more than 20 years, let himself live to death in this world without wifi, no computer, and no bikini beauty beach, it is better to let him die headfirst!

Thinking of this, Wang Yi directly lay on the bed and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Nothing to say all night..............................

Early the next morning, Wang Yi went out of the hotel, yesterday beat the Japanese fat man is really worth a lot of money, there is no ocean or yen on the body, but a thick pile of pounds, a rough count is not less than 30,000, I don't know what the fat man does, but these have nothing to do with themselves, anyway, Xiao Japan killed him without a trace of unbearable, speaking of which, I don't know if the fat man was knocked out by himself last night or really killed, if you say that you are stunned, it is your own fault, If it is killed, it will be a happy Puben.

After a night of adjustment, Wang Yi has long recognized the reality, and the key is to complete the main quest and go home.

"Outside, outside, the hero Huo Yuanjia is buried today! The famous boxer challenged the Jingwumen !! ”

"Come, kid, give me one!" Wang Yi shouted at the little boy who sold the newspaper.

When the little boy heard this, he immediately ran over.

"You say, Huo Yuanjia, Master Huo is dead?"

"That's right! Master Huo Yuanjia was killed in a duel with the Japanese a few days ago, don't you know about this? ”

Is it still too late? Looking at the newspaper in his hand, Wang Yi frowned, too, after all, the system had already assigned the task, and he casually gave the child who sold the newspaper some money, and he sent him away.

Although this is just a movie world, Wang Yi still feels sorry for Huo Yuanjia's death, and a generation of grandmasters still can't escape the Japanese plot!

Wang Yi set up a dress shop everywhere on the side of the road, spent a few hundred pounds to buy a suitable suit for himself, and bought some gold ingots and candles in a white shop, and then got up and went to Jingwumen.

Huo Yuanjia's death in Shanghai Beach was a major event that everyone knew about, but despite this, the people who came to attend the funeral were also very good, except for some friends in Huo Yuanjia's life, there was no one else.

Because all the Shanghainese knew that Huo Ye, who was invincible in Jinmen back then, was defeated, and he was defeated in the hands of the Japanese, how could the Shanghainese, who had always been proud of Huo Yuanjia, accept it!

When Wang Yi came to Jingwu Gate, there were white sails hanging in front of the door, and only one or two disciples stood at the door dejectedly, and hurriedly stepped forward when they saw someone visiting: "Excuse me, who are you?" ”

Wang Yi hugged his fists and said: "In Xia, Wang Yi specially came back from abroad to defeat Master Huo as a teacher to learn martial arts, but he didn't expect that such a big event happened to Master Huo, so Wang also came to mourn on this trip."

The disciple saw that Wang Yi was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, like a person with status, and he came to specially mourn the master, so he politely replied: "It turned out to be Mr. Wang, you can call me Ah Biao, I am a disciple of Jingwumen, come, please inside, I will introduce you to the senior brother."

"Senior brother! Big brother! As soon as Ah Biao entered the door, Mr. Wang Yi asked Wang Yi to wait, and then he walked into the house to report.

After a while, a man with a resolute face walked out, "Didn't I say it! Don't shout! ”

"There are. . . A foreigner came to mourn the master," Ah Biao said.

"The visitor is a guest, and the visitor is invited!" The man beckoned to Wang Yi standing in the courtyard and said.

Wang Yi knew that this person was Huo Yuanjia's son nine times out of ten, Huo Tingen, whether he could enter the Jingwu Sect to practice martial arts depended on his decision, immediately tidied up his clothes, and walked into the hall of the Jingwu Gate with a gift.

In the middle of the hall was Huo Yuanjia's spiritual seat, incense and candles were around, and among the large group of kneeling disciples stood a young man and a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman, and the two of them looked at him with puzzled eyes, he knew that these two people should be Huo Tingen and Nong Jinsun.

Wang Yi arched his hand and said, "Under Wang Yi, I have admired Huo Daxia's prestige for a long time, and I came to worship Huo Daxia as a teacher on this trip, but I didn't expect to hear the news of Huo Daxia's death just after returning to China, it's really a trick........"

"Please also mourn and change!" Wang Yi's face was melancholy, and tears almost fell.

When the group of disciples saw Wang Yi's appearance, their hearts were also sour, and many disciples who had a good relationship with Huo Yuanjia couldn't help crying, and suddenly, there were bursts of spitting in the entire hall.

The disciple named Ah Biao took Wang Yi's gift and money, "Hey, senior brother, look! ”

Huo Tingen and Nong Jinsun were also stunned when they looked at it, Wang Yi didn't send many things, in addition to gold ingots and incense candles, there was also this thick pile of banknotes, which was printed with an old foreign man he didn't know.

"This? Could it be a foreign money ticket? Huo Tingen was a little puzzled, because most Chinese in the world still don't know these so-called pounds, so he doesn't know what this thick pile of banknotes is.

However, this Nong Jinsun saw it, and he took a breath of relief: "This is the pound!" That's British money! ”

When a disciple saw Nong Jinsun's posture, he couldn't help but ask, "Pounds?" Is it worth it? ”

"It's worth more than that! With just a bunch of pounds, you can buy several Jingwu Sects! As soon as Nong Jinsun said this, the rest of the disciples also exclaimed at the same time.

"Who is this man? He was so generous! ”

"Hiss~ Could it be that it is the old man of the master?"

"Stop shouting!" Huo Tingen waved his hand and said, "Mr. Wang, isn't this money a little too much?" ”

He was also shocked when he heard Nong Jinsun's words, but he didn't exclaim like the other disciples, but asked suspiciously.

"Alas! I'll talk about the gift money later, since this Mr. Wang is here to worship Yuan Jia, let's let this brother give Yuan Jia incense first" Nong Jinsun took Huo Tingen's hand and wanted to hand the money to Wang Yi.

Now that the Jingwumen is at a critical juncture, except for the original disciples, there is no one who comes to practice martial arts, so this means that there is no economic income, but Wang Yide's money is just enough to help the Jingwumen tide over the difficulties, and even surpass the previous Jingwumen.

Of course, as for whether you can really collect it, it depends on the purpose of the young man's coming, after all, Huo Yuanjia is dead, and it is very likely that this young man is just incense.

"Please incense!" A disciple handed over the lit incense candles, and those who came to worship according to the rules had to put on three pillars of incense and bow deeply three times, after which the family members replied before the ceremony was completed.

"Wait! I still have something to say before the incense. ”

Nong Jinsun had such a look on his face, and seeing the incredible amount of gift money, he knew that this young man must have something else to say.

"Oh? I wonder if Mr. Wang has anything else to ask? Just bring it up, and we will not shirk what we can do" Huo Tingen didn't think Wang Yi was a troublemaker, but he couldn't guess his intentions.

"I heard about Huo Daxia's prestige in the UK, and he defeated the British and Russian Hercules back then, and the prestige was even more famous at home and abroad, and the contemptible people had already longed for it, and this time he sold all his family property in the UK and made a special trip back to China to learn martial arts from Master Huo."

He said the most proud thing in Huo Yuanjia's life, and the disciples of the Jingwu Sect raised their heads proudly, after all, the prestige of the master, that was the brilliance on his face, and Huo Tingen's favor for Wang Yi greatly increased.

"There is a reluctant invitation below, I wonder if I can worship Huo Daxia as a teacher and let me bow down as a disciple?" Wang Yi said with a sincere face.

"It's... How does this work? My father has died, this ......." Huo Tingen was stunned and wanted to refuse Wang Yi, but was stopped by Nong Jinsun who was standing aside.

"Why not! I think this little brother is very good, and he has made a special trip back from abroad. People have even sold their property, do you still want to drive them back in disgrace? Nong Jinsun shook his head, only feeling that Huo Tingen's brain was missing a string, and he didn't know what the workaround was.

"But ......."

"There's nothing to do, since the little brother has a pure heart, then you can take in the apprentice on behalf of your father and let him stay and practice martial arts in the Jingwu Sect."

"Well..... guys, wait a minute, I'll go to the bathroom... Oh, it's a latrine! Wang Yi hurriedly interrupted the conversation between the two and ran over to the place pointed by a disciple.

"System, system! Can Huo Tingen's acceptance of apprentices on behalf of his father be considered a completion of the task? After arriving at the latrine, Wang Yi pinched his nose and asked.

"Of course you can, Huo Yuanjia is dead, as long as you can enter the Jingwu Sect, it can be regarded as a completion of the mission"

"That's good, that's good"

The other side of the story......

"I said Tinn! Are you stupid! Don't you know the current situation of the Jingwu Sect? Nong Jinsun didn't save face for Huo Tingen at all, and pointed at Huo Tingen and shouted.

"But..... that's unreasonable!"

"Unreasonable, unreasonable, are you just asking all the disciples to eat the northwest wind for such an unreasonable sentence?"

"But...."Huo Tingen seemed to want to say something, but Nong Jinsun had already seen Wang Yi coming out of the toilet, and hurriedly interrupted him.

"Don't do it, you'll just look at me in a moment!"

"But..."

"Huh?"

"Good!"

"Ouch, little brother, you can be regarded as coming out, this incense is half burned!" Nong Jinsun said with a flattering face.

(It seems like a wrong word here, but I really can't think of a better adjective, so I'll change it later!) ）

"Uh... It seems that I just came back and was a little uncomfortable, and I had some stomach pain" Wang Yi said with a smile, "By the way, can I worship Huo Daxia as a teacher now?" ”

"Yes! Absolutely! Tinn, come here! Nong Jinsun glanced at Huo Tingen.

Huo Tingen first looked at the pound sterling in his hand, remembered that the woman he liked was still waiting for money to redeem him, and then looked at his father's spiritual position, thinking that since the other party came in the name of his father, it should be reasonable for his father to accept apprentices, as soon as he thought of this, Huo Tingen had already made a decision.

He strode forward: "Good! Today, I will accept you as a closed disciple of my father Huo Yuanjia on behalf of my father, and you don't have to go back to the UK in the future, just stay in Jingwumen to practice martial arts! This gift money ....."

Speaking of this, he stopped and waited for Wang Yi to speak.

Wang Yi is not stupid, he will still borrow a donkey to go downhill, and immediately arched his hand and said: "The gift money should be my tuition!" Then I'll meet the elder brother here! ”

"Good, good!" Nong Jinsun said three good words in a row, as Huo Yuanjia's friend and the only elder here, he took the incense candle from his disciple's hand and said to Wang Yi, "Huo Laosi's closed disciple" Wang Yi "stepped forward and bowed!" ”

Wang Yi took the incense candle and put it on the incense burner respectfully, and then respectfully kowtowed to Huo Yuanjia's spiritual position three times, knocking him for a while.

Despite this, he has no resistance at all, after all, the person he kneels to worship is the national hero Huo Yuanjia, Huo Daxia!

Let's not talk about whether he can be called a national hero, just with Huo Yuanjia's martial spirit, it is worth stepping on three heads.

"Wang Yi has seen all the senior brothers, senior sisters!" After the apprenticeship, Wang Yi can be regarded as a person from the Jingwu Sect, and a group of senior brothers and sisters are very enthusiastic about this foreign junior brother, arranging a place for him to live, and taking him to familiarize himself with the familiar environment of the environment, and everyone seems to have temporarily forgotten the bad news of Huo Yuanjia's death, and their faces are full of joy.