"It's rare that someone would send a letter in this era."

Just went to the restaurant in the Science Union Building to buy some ingredients, and Sadako Yamamura came back with a letter that said that the recipient was "Su Luo".

Su Jing's twin sister was holding the mechanical warlock in her arms, and the two were sitting head to head on the sofa playing console games, while Sadako Yamamura carefully bypassed the handle line on the ground and put skim milk and fresh eggs into the Xiaoice box in the living room.

Taking advantage of the end of a war frame, Su Luo stretched her waist, reached out to take the letter, glanced at the signature on it, and whistled gently.

"Who?" Gage also drilled her head up to look at it, "...... xu…… Xu Fugui? I didn't misspell these Chinese, right? ”

Su Luo tore open the seal with her fingers, pulled out the folded letter paper, and shrugged her shoulders while reading it, "My ...... Student. It seems to be an internship return. ”

The door of the apartment was opened, and Lu Mengyao and Su Jing walked in one after the other. The magician leaned against the shoe cabinet in the hallway, and Su Jing crouched down to unlace her leather shoes, pulling her slender feet out of the tight leather.

"Welcome home, thank you two." Sadako Yamamura trotted all the way to take Lu Mengyao's shoulder bag, deftly untied the black and white ties of the two, and then took off their coats. Although it has only been ironed once in the morning, a simple dust removal still needs to be done. Sadako Yamamura, who is the default logistician, likes to do these small chores very much, which can make her feel at peace.

"If we hurry up a bit, maybe we can leave at noon tomorrow." Su Jing looked at his watch and unbuttoned his shirt twice. "This time I only had two days off, and I couldn't even really relax. It's really heart-wrenching. ”

"Get over your sleep habits for a while tonight. Let's do a task deduction. The magician took off his black velvet gloves and stuffed them into Su Jing's jacket pocket. Didn't you boast about your physique before that you could do without sleep? Let your Zerg traits come to play. ”

"But I'm just a mortal now...... Su Jing tried to resist, "If I can't smell the scent of women's hair and sleep well, I feel that my quality of life will be reduced to an unbearable level." ”

Lu Mengyao thought about it for a while, and whispered a few words in his ear. Sadako Yamamura, who was making tea in the living room, burst out laughing, and then hurriedly pretended that she wasn't eavesdropping with psionic energy.

"If that's the case, then it's tolerable to work overtime once in a while......" Su Jing walked into the living room with his slippers, Su Luo shot the letter paper like a flying knife with two fingers, and he caught it quickly.

"What is this?" Su Jing unfolded the letterhead.

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Sincerely, Master,

Following your advice, I traveled to the world of the Fist of the North Dipper alone. To find the roots of the boxing techniques I learned.

You once said that any martial art has its soul. Only by experiencing the environment, the people, and the story of the creation of the martial arts can we truly comprehend this martial arts. So I went to find the users of the Southern Dou Fist method: the strong men of the land at the end of the century.

But in the process, I had a problem:

What is our power for?

In the wasteland of the end of the century of disorder, power is power, food, water, the power to enslave and exploit the weak. I rode my motorcycle through this desolate and cruel wilderness. There is one thing that is always on my mind, and that is...... I also have power in this world. But what path should I take?

I've met a lot of fellow adventurers before, and they always say. With power, there is a qiē, and you can change the world at will. But I've always felt that no matter how strong the force is, there will be problems that can't be solved. In this world, my Nandou Flamingo Fist is not considered the strongest force. And I'm just a mortal, and I can't choose what I want to do like you, Master.

And then. I met another inheritor of Nandou who tried to take my boxing. After trying to fight him, I sliced off his arm with a passing wave. And learned his Nandou Peregrine Fist, a very fast footwork boxing, and it just made up for the weakness of my flamingo boxing's lack of dexterity.

I didn't kill him.

If you want to be stronger, do you have to kill others?

If you want to be strong, do you have to find a reason to fight for it?

I also want to be Cheng Dù who is strong enough to ignore a single truth like Master, strong enough to practice my creed, and I want to have the courage of you to never retreat. But I fled in front of one of the strongest beings in this world, Saint Desa Ozza.

The Holy Emperor's army was hunting down laborers, and all the people in his realm became slaves of the Holy Emperor. I tried my best to save the people I could, but when the Holy Emperor himself appeared in front of me, my legs trembled with fear, and I couldn't even lift my fighting spirit at all...... Even if I knew his weaknesses, I couldn't beat him......

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When he saw this, Su Jing buttoned up the letter. He calculated the situation Xu Fugui was facing at that time, and what choice he would make if he was in a different place.

He has never shied away from using weapons, and if he is doing things in his own style, he may use force to subdue a group of subordinates and become one of the warlords at the end of the century in troubled times. and then slowly wear down the military strength of the Holy Emperor Army. The specific tactic may be to lay a trap, use his own military strength to lure the arrogant Saint Emperor into the trap, and then use a large number of high-powered explosives to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop...... Even if you can't kill the Saint Emperor immediately, you can greatly weaken his strength.

Or, you can join the Saint Emperor Army. Use your soft wrist to get to know the Saint Emperor as a person, probe his weaknesses in every second and minute of contact, learn and crack his fist techniques every time he makes a move, use his own force to become a high-ranking cadre in the Saint Emperor's army, and treat the people who have become captives - a kind-hearted guy like Xu Fugui may be more suitable for this path.

The third option. He may be able to unite the rest of the forces on the earth, including the Fist King Army, which is not under the Holy Emperor Army. and the rest of the warlords. The expansion and tyranny of the Holy Emperor will inevitably pose a threat to them, through this.

But a guy like Xu Fugui may not think of these roundabout and unscrupulous strategies. If it's him......

Su Jing continued to unfold the letterhead.

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I didn't know that a person could lose so much weight in just a short period of time. Although it was difficult to find food and drinking water, I survived. Instead of plundering impoverished civilians and small villages, I secretly raided the Holy Emperor's food storage and distributed the supplies to those who had helped me.

I was almost besieged several times, and the guys of the Holy Emperor Army had a lot of heavy firepower, and several times I had to use my own fingers to pinch the bullet out of the wound and sew it up with cotton thread myself. Master, you said that. The more it hurts, the stronger it gets, and the things that don't kill you will make you stronger.

I hid like a cockroach and fought for more than a month. In the past month or so, my martial arts have indeed become stronger. The essence of Flamingo and Peregrine Falcon was revealed in the midst of danger, and each time, various crises pushed me into new territory. I was dismayed to find that the reason that sustained me to fight, to be honest, just didn't want to die.

The beauty of Flamingo once supported me to become stronger. But it's really not suitable for me who is desperate to survive. I had no choice but to combine these two martial arts techniques with the martial arts you mentioned Master, and think of a martial art that is more suitable for me.

Because it's ugly and it's the first thing to save your life, I call it Cockroach Fist.

In the beginning, it was just a patchwork of punches. Then I defeated a few more guys from the fish and meat villagers, and got the remnants of Taishan Temple Fist and Huashan Liuquan Fist...... Just relying on a bunch of second- and third-rate martial arts, I practiced hard every day and night. Finally, Cheng Dù, who became strong enough to no longer fear firearms.

For you, Master, it should be a simple and trivial matter. But for mortals like me. It's really a hell on earth. After many battles, I finally grew into a powerful warrior.

Back to my cockroach fist. It is a very, very fast boxing technique, focusing on short-distance power, and may be somewhat similar to Wing Chun in terms of technique, but in terms of fighting breathing, it is dominated by the breathing method of Peregrine Falcon.

No matter how hard I practiced, I was still far away from the Holy Emperor. The lethality of the cockroach fist may be enough for ordinary people, but for the Holy Emperor, I'm afraid he can't even get close to his body. The Beidou Fist method, which is mainly based on the attack of the inner acupoints, has no way for the naturally rebellious Saint Emperor of the trick points, but the Southern Dou Fist of foreign martial arts cannot restrain the Saint Emperor who stands at the peak of the Southern Dipper. I knew that the only way to stop the Holy Emperor was to defeat him.

Either way, I want to save the people of the Holy Empire.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally I came up with a solution.

Finally, I found the protagonist of this world, Kenshiro.

It may be detrimental to the dignity of the adventurer, but it is the only way my foolish mind can think of to stop the Holy Emperor. I told the Holy Emperor of Fist Shiro's secret, and his Hokuto fist method defeated the Holy Emperor smoothly......

Am I doing the right thing? Or is it a mistake? Is it the right way to get through on your own?

Kenshiro taught me the breathing method of Hokuto, played with me seriously, and taught me martial arts. I really like this guy, even though he's just an NPC in the quest world, he's the most upright and kind person I've ever known since I was a kid. I really want to help him, but I have no other way to repay him than to give him all the martial arts I have gained.

I swore that when I became stronger, I would come back and help him save the land.

Master, am I doing the right thing? After returning from the quest world, I have written these experiences to you in a letter, can you teach me the right path?

Xu Fugui

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Su Jing threw the letter back to Su Luo, surprised that he hadn't considered the way to find Kenshiro. Perhaps it's because this solution is too "easy" and doesn't have a chance of its own at all. A proud character of personal heroism like himself can't tolerate the fact that "the protagonist who solves the key event is not himself".

Another reason may be because it is difficult for me to trust others as naively as this little fat man. He is not good at cooperating with others on an equal footing, but is more accustomed to manipulating, driving and deceiving with interests and violence. After all, why do you fear "trusting others" so much? Afraid of being betrayed?

"Do you want to write a reply? There's an urgent time-limited mission here, and I can't get out of it. Su Luo rubbed her cheek against the soft fluffy hair of the mechanical warlock, and her eyes stared at Su Jing.

"Your own small pet, don't get tired of playing in two days, and want to throw it to others to deal with."

Saying this, Su Jing still found a pen in the pen holder, and then walked into his study and unfolded a piece of manuscript paper.

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Rich friends:

This is Su Jing.

If you are a senior, your mission has quite a wonderful part, but there are also some parts that are not handled well. In many cases, many problems can be solved in an easier way with a little more flexibility......

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But perhaps it would be better not to interfere with his philosophy. His own path is like this, but his path does not necessarily follow the same trajectory. Su Jing's pen paused slightly, and then continued to write downward.

Su Luo glanced back in a hurry, and in the half-open study door, Su Jing's back was tall and upright, and she was writing earnestly under the lamp. The girl smiled unobtrusively. (To be continued......)