The footsteps moved, and in the gradual process, he slowly walked back home with the vague memory. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's a simple apartment away from the city center, with low-rise dwellings, dilapidated streets and layouts that illustrate the backwardness of the place.

Compared to the whole city, it is a bit out of place.

"Click!"

The door opened softly, and there was no one in the less than forty square meter home.

Obviously, the father who drove the transportation and the mother who worked with the uncle had not returned, and the whole room seemed extremely quiet.

"Sure enough, it's still the same!"

The door was closed, and looking at the familiar layout of everything, Jiang Chen shook his head with a wry smile.

The world has indeed changed, but some things have not, such as him and his family.

In his previous life, his father was unemployed, so he borrowed money to buy a truck and began to transport goods, while his mother helped his uncle in the seed shop, and this old-fashioned apartment was also borrowed by his uncle to live in.

And in this life, all this seems to have not changed, the father is still the established trajectory, and the mother has not changed at all.

Shaking his head, these chaotic thoughts gradually glassed, Jiang Chen sighed, and went directly back to his small room of only a dozen square meters.

sat down on the bed, still the familiar feeling, but he didn't have much heart to sigh now, because the impact of this day was too great, so big that he didn't seem to come back to his senses even after such a long time, and he needed to calm down again.

Unconsciously, my eyes closed, and the information I had obtained in my mind came back one by one, gradually clarifying these thoughts.

"Huh?"

However, just now when his consciousness was silent, Jiang Chen couldn't help but let out a light sound.

Because at this moment, he suddenly realized that there was one more thing in his mind.

A golden book, yes, a golden book, and he can't seem to describe it in any other way.

The golden light ripples around, with a touch of dreamlike feeling.

It's not thick, but it can't be ignored by the eyes no matter what.

"What is this?"

A low voice arose, the sound of doubt in his consciousness, Jiang Chen's eyes unconsciously intertwined.

"This, this is?"

However, as soon as his eyes converged, Jiang Chen's mood suddenly rose and fell.

Because on the simple cover of the book, there is a line of eye-catching big characters - the legend of heroes

The handwriting is flowing smoothly, and it is like a wave of deink, but the simple three words look magnificent.

In the outside world, this kind of calligraphy is enough to make people praise it, but the feeling of continuing Jiang Chen here is only a strange color, and an uncontrollable ups and downs.

Because this book turned out to be the one he bought on the stall in his previous life, the one that completely downplayed all the martial arts, history, illusory characters, abilities, and skills in his previous life.

"Wow!"

The strange color became more and more intense, and a soft sound soon sounded on the golden book, and the first page gradually opened in Jiang Chen's eyes.

The golden color, as if cast in gold, appears on this first page.

But it wasn't a text, it was a pattern, a very strange pattern—a knife.

That's right, it's a knife, or a knife, a knife that seems to be unremarkable.

I couldn't see anything wrong, I couldn't notice anything unusual, as if it was just an ordinary knife, an ordinary pattern.

However, as his thoughts flowed, Jiang Chen's brows couldn't help but gradually furrow, and his eyes and thoughts were unconsciously converging on this pattern.

In the haze, he suddenly became distracted, and at this moment, the surrounding scene also changed suddenly.

Instead of chaotic consciousness, the golden book also disappeared, but it was as if in an instant under the stars.

In the distance is a withered yellow old tree, and under the old tree, there is a figure lying quietly.

The eyes are intertwined, this is not a very tall figure, but it is not short, the clothes on the body are very shabby, and the temples have gorgeous hair, giving people the feeling of only silence and decadence, like a very down-to-earth middle-aged man.

Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment, his footsteps moved, and he was about to step forward, but just as he took a step, his steps were frozen in mid-air.

Because of the somewhat sloppy figure in front of him, his right hand suddenly raised, and a knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

Not close distance, I don't know why, Jiang Chen seemed to map everything, and also saw the inexplicable knife in the man's hand.

Involuntarily his eyes converged, and the moment he saw the knife, Jiang Chen remembered the one with the previous pattern.

Ahead

The blade came out, what a knife it was, silently, like silence piercing the starry sky, and the stars were also discolored, even the meteors seemed to be completely annihilated under this knife.

What kind of knife is this, no, words are indescribable at all, it is a knife above the rules, almost Tao, which is simply elusive, even indescribable.

Because all the words, by contrast, have pale in comparison.

The flying knife was shot, and he couldn't see any trajectory, but Jiang Chen saw it very clearly at this moment.

However, even if it was completely mapped, Jiang Chen's feeling still did not fully understand, and it could even be said that all that was left was confusion.

"What is this?"

With a low opening, the sword light was also completely crossed, and Jiang Chen's consciousness was completely silent.

……

The night gradually deepened, dotted the sky with dotted stars, and on the bed, Jiang Chen woke up suddenly, and sat up directly.

On the forehead, inexplicable layers of cold sweat seeped out and soaked the entire forehead.

"That was just now?"

The mind was completely blank, as if the silence had not completely come back to his senses, and his expression was in a trance.

"Buzz!"

The sound of mosquitoes and flies arose, and there were many more vampires in the rooms in the summer, especially in their slum-like world.

The small voice was extremely rampant, and Jiang Chen could only be helpless about it in the past, he was not a fantasist, and there were no mosquito coils or anything in this world.

However, at this moment, at the moment when the sound of mosquitoes and flies rose, Jiang Chen's mind rose unconsciously.

In the silence, a grain of sand and gravel suddenly came out, and the distance between the two passed in an instant, but a mosquito the size of a millimeter, without the slightest accident, was instantly pierced through its body.

Jiang Chen's hand had never moved, as if none of this had happened at all.

"This, this is?"

The stunned color intertwined in the pupils, and the blank and silent thoughts gradually recovered at this moment.

(Xiao Li Flying Knife, the real thing can't be seen, this is not use, it is meditation!) ）