Going to bed late and getting up late ruins the morning, and going to bed early and getting up early ruins the day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info――by Gu Yang

This is the motto of a full-level retired fantasy actor, reasonable, convincing, everyone said it was good, and the grave was green and green when it was not good.

Early in the morning, in the dilapidated small courtyard in the east of Guangfu City, Gu Yang stretched out with his eyes closed, and said loudly: "Who realizes the big dream first, I know it in my life, the grass hall is asleep in spring, and the day outside the window is late..."

After that, he opened his eyes, pushed open the window and looked outside, well, there are no laymen to appreciate him copying poems today, and there is also no big European soft-tempered beautiful girl named Chi Ci who can be a day, a bad review.

Dressed and got out of bed, washed up a little, and facing the big sun overhead, Gu Yang stretched his waist and began to drum with his belly.

Don't ask why, eating and drinking Lazar is the top priority in life, those stupid forks who say that monks can swallow the wind and confide, are all poor people who don't know how to pretend to understand, and the rich man is the head of the law, the land and the wealth, and there is no money to repair Nyima.

Listening with bated breath, there was the sound of cooking on the fire, the conversation between husband and wife, the sound of husband going out, the sound of Lao Wang exercising... Such ordinary beings, for ordinary people, such voices and things happen every day, even for a lifetime, ordinary and ordinary, but in Gu Yang's ears, they are so familiar and nostalgic.

It's good to be an ordinary person!

Before crossing over, Gu Yang would also read some novels, and when he saw the protagonist who longed for an ordinary life, rejected the abnormal situation around him, and shouted Long live peace, he usually scoffed, thinking that the other party was simply hypocritical.

But after crossing over, he experienced all kinds of battles, experienced the magnificence that ordinary people could not imagine in his life, and wrote the legend of famous history, and he really understood the value of a peaceful life.

No matter what, the first day of retirement is still full of energy!

Gu Yang routinely summed up his memories, paced lazily, walked into the side room on the right, pushed open the door, and a dull air came to his face.

Practice room, meditation room, whatever you want to call it... This kind of room and venue is almost the standard configuration of the Yan Han Dynasty from the sect academy to the small family, even if the poor and barren civilian family is, they have to set up a few straw people in the courtyard.

The Yan Han Dynasty was crowned with monks, and the style of cultivation prevailed in Kyushu, and Tianyuan Academy was all over the north and south of the river, and almost everyone got a few fists and guns, even if they were peasant women who washed and cooked and served the crops every day, when it came to strengthening their bodies, they could also talk about the Tao.

The folk customs are like this, and a place like the practice room is simply the most important part of a family, and for the ordinary people of the empire, cultivation can not only strengthen the body, but also an opportunity to change their fate.

Sect! Tian Yuan Academy!

Two opposing camps of cultivation, 1,300 years ago, the Yuanli system was born, replacing the immortal system, and a legend of mortal cultivation of immortals was born, everyone can cultivate immortals, everyone can be like a dragon, and then a large number of monks were produced, overthrowing the backward feudal dynasty, and establishing a new era of sectarian rule in Kyushu.

The major sect giants divided the Feng Shui of Kyushu and forced mortals to believe in offerings, thus angering a powerful force with a deep and unfathomable background - the Tianyuan Guild Hall!

Why is it said that the Tian Yuan Guild is a big force, because of the rewriting of the initial exercise of the Yuan Li system of the era "Strengthening the Body", he was born in the Tian Yuan Guild Hall, which can be said to be the world's gong out of the Tian Yuan, and the Kyushu era is also named after the Tian Yuan Guild Hall.

Different from the strict requirements of the sect to recruit disciples, the Tianyuan Hall pays attention to 'teaching without class, come and go freely', and soon cultivated a group of monks belonging to mortals, after the chaotic war a thousand years ago, the sect monks and the academy monks began to fight, hundreds of years of cultivation wizards have emerged, and the sect and the academy monks broke out a series of earth-shattering battles, and finally the academy monks who were supported by the people won the victory, laying down the current situation in the mortal world.

The Emperor of Chu, who led the monks of the academy to defeat the sect, faced the south and sealed Chan, established the Yan and Han dynasties, and ruled the world with high-ranking monks as officials, and now it has been 500 years.

However, there is still no real security in the mortal realm, not to mention the extraterritorial battlefield outside the Three Realms, the demon of chaos is still rampant, staring at the rich and peaceful Three Realms all the time. In the wild areas of the mortal world, there are still many fierce beasts and many secret races, even in the areas of the mortal world that have been conquered by civilization, there are still primitive areas, and from time to time there will be some wild monsters that have become wild and untamable.

In this environment, cultivation has undoubtedly become the best way for mortals to soar into the sky, no matter where they are, there are legends that a large number of mortals rely on their qualifications and their own efforts to become top monks, and the glory of the lintel is one side.

This is already an attractive bargaining chip for ordinary people from poor backgrounds who are willing to give everything.

Although the small courtyard where Gu Yang lives now is not big, the practice room is still indispensable, and he stepped in, and there was a crisp creaking sound under his feet, which was the sound of his boots stepping on something small. After all, it was a house that he had just bought, the practice room was extremely dirty and messy, and Gu Yang was a lazy person, so where would he work hard to clean it.

In the corner of the practice room, there are piles of weapons, swords, swords, halberds, sticks, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips...... Even the blood droplets are such strange weapons, each of which is cold and bright, and in the eyes of ordinary monks, it is a rare four- or five-grade spiritual weapon, and if there is a handle at home, it has to be wiped several times a day, which is more attentive than serving the ancestors...

But here, they were casually piled together, and their tyrannical things were enough to make most ordinary monks in the world jump to their feet and scold.

Gu Yang casually pulled out a sword, pushed two steps away, stood in the center of the practice room, stretched his waist, did warm-up exercises, jumped a few times, and grabbed a few sword flowers.

The world's swordsmanship, or dexterous and fast, or complex and changeable, or to win with strength, the number of sword moves, like the number of sand in the Ganges, but whether it is the peerless swordsmanship at the pinnacle, or the woodcutter will play the rough swordsmanship of both hands, if the sword moves are dismantled to the most basic movements, then you will find that the truth between them is actually the same.

Stab.

One of the most basic movements of swordsmanship.

The sharp tip of the sword came out silently, as fast as an illusion, with a flick of his fingers, Gu Yang's arm stretched out, and the sword stabbed out, the tip of the sword did not tremble, and the sword body was straight, as if it was an extension of the arm, solidified into a sculpture, this thorn was unremarkable, but if there was a kendo overhaul present, it must be shocking and moved, because this thorn did not make any sound.

You must know that all actions in this world are hindered by air, more or less, it will inevitably make a sound of breaking the sky, the sword attack, of course, it will also carry the sound of the fierce wind, causing the change of airflow, the faster its momentum, the heavier its force, the louder and faster the wind, but just now this sword is obviously almost to the extreme, but it does not make any sound, this extremely contrary to common sense phenomenon can only explain one thing- The sword had sliced through the air, making it impossible for sound and air to follow, and with subtle force, it had calmed down any noise that might come out.

Just this mediocre sword just now was enough to make Gu Yang have a well-known name in the Yan Han Dynasty, which founded the country with cultivation, and become the guest of honor of the princes and princesses.

Then Gu Yang threw away the long sword, picked up two wild battle axes, and the whole person suddenly changed his appearance, crazy, violent, rough, heroic, both hands opened, the axe was as calm as mercury, moving Mount Tai, you can show the majestic posture of splitting mountains and opening mountains.

Then there are the guns, sharp and sharp, as if they could pierce the sky at any moment...

Any weapon fell into Gu Yang's hands, he was like an old driver who had been immersed in this way for many years, and he could casually drift around five consecutive hairpins.

Such a peerless talent, I'm afraid there will be no one before and after a thousand years.

However, the price of this talent... It's heavy.

Gu Yang's face suddenly turned ashen, threw away the mace in his hand, and scolded: "Fuck it, if you can do it all over again, Lao Tzu will definitely not choose to trade, Lao Tzu has a gun, sooner or later, Hong Yousan will definitely kill the big idiot of Edgeworth!"

He left the room full of spiritual weapons, returned to the main room, put on his coat, stuffed the peacekeeper on the bedside table into his back belt, and buckled a row of ammunition to the buckle of his back belt, muttering: "Lao Tzu has retired, refuse to make trouble, refuse to kill people and take treasures, refuse to fight monsters and escalate, refuse to pretend to be forced to slap in the face, I want to live a peaceful life." ”

Then he pulled out two flashbangs, hung them in the inner pocket of his robe, patted his buttocks, closed the door, and prepared to go fishing in the street.

Find the kind of stupid second generation who looks very inflated and sloppy, lure them into making trouble, and then slap them in the face.