Chapter 1: Vansha

Click... Click......

The mechanical movement of the old-fashioned hanging clock on the wall is particularly harsh on this quiet night.

Lin Fan crouched on the table, looking at the books on the desk in a daze.

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The times are developing, and the world is progressing. The pace of human exploration of science and technology has never stopped, but the progress of technology and science and technology can be accompanied by the terrorist threat from thermal weapons of mass destruction. Finally, after an unprecedented nuclear weapons leak produced a powerful explosion, a terrible butterfly effect occurred around the world.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, melting icebergs...... But with these great changes in the world, the relics of the martial arts sect inheritance that had been buried for thousands of years under the land have resurfaced. After combining ancient martial arts with modern science, the world began to advocate martial arts on a large scale, and martial arts began to rise. Since then, the world has entered – the next generation!

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Closing this book of "The Origin of the Next Generation", Lin Fan rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the white of the fish belly gradually revealed in the east outside the window, and was in a daze.

The impact of martial arts on modern society is not big, but it is not small. It's just too sudden, as if it happened overnight. For flat-headed people like Xiang Linfan, distance is truly like a moat.

It sounds like the reappearance of the lost cultivation methods of ancient times seems to be extremely lofty and compelling. Doesn't that mean that people can be like in mythological stories, flying away, killing people with leaves, and hiding flowers in one leaf...... However, that is just the lust of people when they are usually depressed.

In fact, it seems that the current earth is no longer able to "cultivate" as it was in ancient times! There are different opinions, and the two major schools of thought are the first to say that the current earth is depleted of essence and cannot be as suitable for "cultivating immortals" as it was in ancient times. The other is that it is because they have not been able to find the true "know-how" of cultivation so far......

Regardless of the genre, online support is at an all-time high. But that's just a useless war of words, and the reality is that people use modern science to modify those ancient martial arts methods for large-scale promotion.

Nowadays, it is as large as an important city in the first line of the country and as small as a remote town and street. As long as there are people gathering, you can see martial arts halls springing up like mushrooms after a rain, crazy to pop up.

In today's world, martial arts grades are divided into one to nine grades, with nine grades being the lowest and one rank being the highest. It seems simple, but ordinary people can't touch the boundaries of grade in their lifetime. Therefore, it seems that martial arts have a great impact on the whole world, but it is relatively small.

But, no matter what, there is no way to face a reality. Even a ninth-grade martial artist can receive state and ministerial treatment and enjoy all kinds of social resources.

They can devote themselves to the major ancient forbidden lands to compete for the supreme glory and resources of the country. You can also start a sect to teach Taoism and become a citizen idol.

In order to satisfy everyone's dream of "martial arts", the people of good deeds have listed a first-to-ninth-rate rank. Don't underestimate this seemingly unpopular hierarchical arrangement, ordinary people may not be able to do it.

If you want to become the most rubbish ninth-rate martial artist, at least you have to have the power of a tiger. The strength is about the same... It's like a basketball hitting the ground from a height of twenty or thirty meters.

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"Well, idiot. If you don't sleep at night, where are you going to be in a daze? Could it be that reading that book "The Origin of the Next Generation" every day can make you a powerhouse?"

A vague voice broke Lin Fan's train of thought, he turned to look, and it was Zhou Yu, the big fat man in the bedroom, who spoke, because his name was too similar to Zhou Yu, a famous general in the Three Kingdoms period, so everyone nicknamed him Dadudu.

Lin Fan rubbed his tired eyes, and said with a slight sarcastic smile: "Think about it, it's better than you, a ninth-rate and unenterprising governor, even if you give you a Wu country now, you can destroy you......"

Zhou Yu slammed down on the bed board with a sway, and muttered back inarticulately: "What's wrong with not wanting to forge ahead, then I also have Xiao Qiao with me for a lifetime." What is like you? I want to be a master every day, and your goddess Simiao never looks at you squarely. ”

"Okay, in the middle of the night, I don't say a word. Tomorrow is the beginning of the martial arts conference, so let's take a break. It was a male voice on the other side of the bed that spoke, and Lin Fan could hear that it was the voice of a tiger.

Lin Fan was suddenly stunned, and then viciously glanced at the meat on the bed. With a thud, he got up and fell on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank stare.

Just yesterday, he ended his recruit month at Seoul University and officially became a freshman at Seoul University.

Seoul University, one of the top nine universities in the National University Alliance, has become a G9 along with several famous universities in the country, such as Yenching and Junnam. It stands to reason that it is difficult to get into such a university, and a salted fish dick like Lin Fan has so much perseverance to be admitted to such a university?

The answer is no, don't mention to me that for the prosperity of mankind, the realization of the value of life, I don't want to be a salted fish for a lifetime, etc...

Well, in fact, it's for a girl, Lin Fan has been secretly in love with the goddess for six years in middle school, but he has never said a word to her...

It was precisely because this girl wanted to apply for Seoul University that he Lin Fan was like a chicken blood in the last 100 days, and his hormones suddenly exploded, and he finally hung up at the end of the admission line of Seoul University.

Lin Fan remembered that a third-rate garbage writer named Fengshan said that the most mysterious and powerful force in the world is not the ultimate weapon developed by human beings, not the irresistible power of nature, but the mutual "seduction" between men and women of the opposite sex from ancient times to the present... Oh no! is the power of attraction.

Ahem, even Lin Fan didn't believe in this nonsense, but he relied on this sentence to hold his breath and was promoted from the brink of death of a third-rate university to Seoul University...

A person's love is a process of self-deception and self-indulgence, from beginning to end, such emotions are warm but fragile. This kind of love is pure, just for a feeling, sacrificing oneself and leaving without looking back. Maybe it's because of the love in the previous life, and this life is destined to be impossible to hide. Just one glance determines all the happiness and sorrow of this life......

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Tossing and turning, Lin Fan just couldn't sleep, and all that kept coming to his mind was the refreshing smile that captivated the city and the country.

Frustrated, he got up and walked into the bathroom, washing his face comfortably. Naturally, the dormitory of Seoul University is a high-standard one-room, one-bathroom, four-person suite. During the recruit period, Lin Fan completely got along with the other three people in the room.

Zhou Yu, a big fat man, a ninth-rate martial artist. Tiger, Lin Fan is the head of their 702 bedroom, his real name is Li Hu, because he is burly and extraordinary, so everyone calls him Tiger, and he is also the most powerful in the dormitory, a seventh-rate martial artist.

Another "woman"... No, it's a man, he calls Ma Wei a sissy, and they call him the iron-masked lady behind his back. This is because his strength is second only to that of the tiger, and he is also a seventh-rate martial artist.

As for Lin Fan... Not high, not low, stuck in the middle of several people, the strength is eighth-rate, that is, there are two tigers.

To this day, the country is vigorously promoting martial arts and improving the physical fitness of the whole people. Therefore, starting from primary school, there are special martial arts education courses, and the college entrance examination lists them as an assessment content.

Looking at the young face stained with water droplets in the mirror, Lin Fan touched it narcissistically, well... It's handsome. Although it can't be said that he looks better than Pan An, he can be regarded as a handsome boy. With a height of nearly 1.9 meters, no matter how you look at it, it's not a dick.

At least, Lin Fan is so narcissistic in front of the mirror.

From ancient times to the present, women have been impressed by men for two things. First, it is inherited from the blood of the ancient ancestors, and is conquered by the masculine charm shown by blood and violence. The second is to be able to demonstrate a social status and ability that satisfies them......

These two points... Lin Fan cleverly avoided it. So as a three-free dick, like most ordinary students, Lin Fan is stunned in the face of a beautiful college career in the future, and if he wants to quickly "sell" himself in front of his goddess, there is only one way to become a powerful martial artist.

But this road seems simple and easy, but in fact it is even more difficult than climbing to the sky!

couldn't sleep, Lin Fan dragged a pair of herringbone boards at his feet, wandering around the campus in a wandering manner. Seoul University is silent at night, and the hazy night when it is about to dawn is the most beautiful.

Wandering aimlessly, Lin Fan walked out of Seoul University in a daze. Even in the early hours of the morning, Seoul is full of youthful energy.

This is a city that never sleeps, the neon night market is brightly lit, looking at the red, green and green neon streets, Lin Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

He shook his head, this world of flowers is too noisy, there are no books, no green mountains and green waters, not suitable for him... This made him feel a sense of loneliness and misanthropy, looking at the intoxicating night sky, he suddenly thought of poetry and distance... Ahem!

Smiling self-deprecatingly, Lin Fan just wanted to turn around and go back. But his gaze suddenly stopped on a remote street corner, not far away, where a wooden sign hung silently around it. It seems to disdain to compare with the other gorgeous signboards around it, and is full of arrogance of seclusion.

"I remember... There shouldn't be a fork in the road. ”

Lin Fan walked closer and looked at the remote path where the black lights were blind but there was only this shop, and pondered, he had passed by here many times, and he had the impression that this should be a wall, how could a fork in the road suddenly appear?

"Vansha...... In the wind and dust, only for the temperament. It's quite poetic!" Lin Fan looked at the two words written in a big brush on the wooden plaque with interest, and the line of small characters written in a small seal at the bottom left. Even if he is a stunned young man who doesn't know calligraphy, he feels that the writing of this character is powerful and powerful.

Walking in, Lin Fan suddenly felt like a world away. Inside, there are quaint and dusty wooden decorations, and even the lighting is a dozen old bronze oil lamps. When he came here, Lin Fan had a sense of being in an ancient world, as if he had walked into another dimension.

This should be an antique shop, Lin Fan secretly guessed. Most of the items placed here are decayed, ancient bronzes and calligraphy and paintings with yellowed paper, and they are also decorated in this way, and nine times out of ten they are a gold panning shop.

There was no one in front of the cabinet, and Lin Fan also looked at it casually. Although he doesn't know about antiques, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to appreciate these old objects.

"Welcome to Fansha, what do you like in the shop?"

Suddenly, a gentle male voice sounded in Lin Fan's ears, so frightened that he almost dropped a blue and white porcelain vase in his hand.

Lin Fan turned his head and found that the person who came was an elegant-looking middle-aged man. With a pair of round eyes, he smiled gently, but the clothes he wore were strange......

Lin Fan was instantly attracted by his clothes, and he could see it. This is a black Tang costume, but the dragon-shaped pattern on the Tang costume makes him look at it twice. It was a blood dragon, the color was very bright and bewitching! On this black Tang costume, it seemed to be alive, alive, full of a kind of majesty that was proud of all beings!

Suddenly, Lin Fan was startled and took two steps back, because... He noticed that the blood dragon eyes on the man's clothes on the opposite side just now rolled and glanced at him. But immediately there was a return to normal, as if everything was just his hallucination.

"You, what did you see?" the man seemed to be a little surprised by Lin Fan's expression, and couldn't help but smile and whispered.

"No, it's nothing..."Lin Fan's face turned a little pale, he felt that this place was a little unclean, and wanted to leave quickly.

"Wait a minute!"

But the moment Lin Fan turned around, the Tang costume boss instantly stopped him. Lin Fan's body stiffened suddenly, he turned his head mechanically, looked at the man in Tang costume and barely showed a dry smile, and said, "Is there anything else?" I have friends who are still waiting for me outside..."

Here Lin Fan always felt an inexplicable feeling of palpitations, so his brain turned extremely quickly and told a lie.

"Hehe... Meeting is fate, and most of them are temperamental people in the wind and dust. I have a painting here, and I want to give it to my friends......" After the Tang costume boss finished speaking, he took out a somewhat dull yellow scroll from behind the counter and handed it to Lin Fan.

"From acquaintance, from the past...... Fan She, just to wait for someone destined to come. ”

After the man in Tang costume said this, he smiled at Lin Fan, then turned around and walked towards the back hall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lin Fan looked at the scroll he had taken in his hand, still pondering the boss's last words. Just waiting for someone to come?

"Jiangshan Sheji map?" Lin Fan opened the scroll in his hand, and suddenly the scroll of ink Danqing was like an epic, slowly unfolding in front of Lin Fan's eyes.

Lin Fan was immediately fascinated by the scenery in the painting...... Danqing bleaching and dyeing, the famous mountains and rivers are suddenly vivid, the peaks and peaks are like gathering waves like anger, full of an indescribable majestic atmosphere! Whoever looks at it, there will be a strange heroic feeling in his heart, as if he is pointing out the country and scolding Fang Xuan!

Lin Fan's gaze staring at the scroll became more and more blurred, as if he was immersed in it, and he was very drunk. For some reason, Lin Fan looked at the scenery of this picture scroll and always felt as if he was one with heaven and earth. It's like you're in a warm pool. The pores of the whole body are relaxed, and the whole person is warm and comfortable.

As this strange feeling deepened, Lin Fan gradually forgot everything, and even his normal thinking stopped.

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After a long time, Lin Fan opened his eyes. I found that I was lying on the side of the road?!Where is there still half a trace of the original shop, and there is a whole wall behind me!

Sizzle, Lin Fan took a breath of cold air, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. What the hell is he doing?

By this time, it was already dawn, and the vendors selling breakfast on the roadside had already taken up their positions.

Lin Fan didn't look back, and ran frantically towards Seoul University. With a look of horror on his face, he violently pushed open the door and fell on his bed. While covering his head with a quilt, he meditated in his heart and forgot about it quickly... Forget about it!

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