Foshan, Guangdong.

It was late autumn, and a torrential rain came suddenly.

In the dense rain, the sturdy driver stepped on the pedals of the rickshaw, the soles of his shoes brought a splash, and drove for a while before stopping at the corner of the street to take a few breaths.

The man wore a vest, wiped the hot sweat from his face, and asked, "Little brother, where are you going?" I don't make it clear. ”

The people in the car sat quietly, wearing simple casual clothes, wearing peaked caps, and the black and white hair was really a little strange, and there was a faint evil spirit between the eyebrows.

"It's all gone."

Chen Zhuo looked at it, looking at the traffic on the street, and had the illusion of being in a different world, both familiar and unfamiliar.

He asked lightly: "Have you ever heard of the Golden Building?" ”

The coachman shook his head like a rattle.

Street advertisements are showing the latest events that have caused a sensation around the world.

Tokyo, Japan will hold the "world's first martial arts conference", no age limit, no gender limit, no nationality limit, anyone can sign up for the competition, the deadline is half a year to officially start, and the most shocking thing is that the prize money is as much as 30 billion.

And it is rumored that a month and a half ago, a meteorite fell in Tokyo, engraved with the secret of becoming an immortal, and a strange scripture, which will also become one of the prizes of this competition.

As soon as the news broke, Takeo from all over the world was like crazy and prepared to flock to Tokyo.

Along with it, the brokerage industry has also flourished, as well as the chaebols of all parties, and the forces of various countries are also excited, in addition to the bonus that makes countless people excited, the most important thing is the meteorite.

Although Chen Zhuo knew that this world was not the world he had experienced, he was still inevitably disappointed.

I really didn't leave a trace at all.

The coachman rested, his mind seemed to have turned a corner, and he hurriedly said, "Little brother, you are talking about the Republic Building, it has been gone for many years." ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes lit up and replied, "It's okay, just go there and have a look." ”

Now that the "Martial Arts Conference" has been prepared by the Huoyun Evil God and the Japanese Prime Minister, he can just take a turn in the land of Shenzhou and look for the shadow of the past.

The internal strength and true qi rely on hard training day and night, but the growth and breakthrough of spiritual cultivation depends on spiritual understanding.

The coachman happily responded, and once again exerted his strength under his feet, and plunged into the rain on the rickshaw.

"Little brother, are you here for a tour? I don't feel like a southerner with an accent. ”

Chen Zhuo looked at the building in his eyes, and smiled: "Sort of, revisit the old place, come and take a look." ”

The coachman is very talkative, he is the first time to meet a guest like Chen Zhuo, although he looks strange, but that body looks unusual, and he is busy laughing: "Hehe, the little brother said that he was not joking, I heard that the Republic Building was built in the Qing Dynasty, there were many big things happening in it, and there are many big people, you are young, no matter how you revisit." ”

Chen Zhuo smiled and said nothing.

Saying that there was nothing to say all the way, the coachman turned left and right, and it was better to ride into an old street.

Riding until the end of the street, the coachman pointed to a dilapidated old house and said: "Arrived, did you see it, it was there, I heard that it was bombed during the anti-Japanese war, and it was deserted later, and then after several wars, it disappeared, and then a lot of new houses were built, and now they are all over the years." ”

"Thank you!"

Chen Zhuo glanced around, stuffed a few Hong Kong dollars to the other party, and waited until the coachman left happily, then he opened the umbrella he brought, stood under the eaves of a corner, and watched the wind and rain in front of him, the old streets and rainy alleys.

The rain was silky, the old street was deserted, many of the walls were still written with demolition letters, only a tailor's shop with a half-hidden wooden door, and a bookstall with a shed.

The stall owner was an old man with gray hair, a vest and flip-flops, lying on a chair, shaking a fan in his hand, swaying his body as if he were taking a nap, and a round fat cat was lying at his feet.

On the street, a few children and teenagers chased back and forth, chattering.

Chen Zhuo stood for a long time, but still shook his head, the world has changed, everything has changed.

Just as he was looking at it in the rain, the old man at the bookstall sat up straight at some point, looked at it thoughtfully, his brows were sometimes entangled, sometimes stretched, and his expression changed and changed.

After a long time, the old man's lips moved, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Young man, have we met somewhere?" ”

Chen Zhuo glanced at the other party, shook his head and said, "You recognized the wrong person." ”

The old man pushed his reading glasses, got up and took a closer look, then patted his bare head, and said to himself: "Look at my memory, I am confused again, and I always can't distinguish between the people in my dreams and those in reality." ”

Chen Zhuo was about to leave, but he didn't want the old man to murmur again: "I'll just say, how could that Shenzhou Alliance leader really appear in front of me." ”

Chen Zhuo's pace froze for a moment, his body shook violently, as if he had been struck by lightning, and then he looked back again, his expression was strange, and he was silent for a moment before he whispered tentatively: "You said the Shenzhou League before?" ”

The old man sat on the recliner, shook the fan, and while sorting out the books on the bookshelf, he said slowly: "Yes, what I dreamed of in my dream, not only did I dream of the Shenzhou League, but I also entered the Golden Building in my dream and saw many people, they are all heroes and heroes." ”

Chen Zhuo was really taken aback at this time, he looked at the old man again, he didn't see the other party's appearance, but the look of the other party's eyes, in a trance, the years were like staggering, this old man's appearance was easy to change, and he turned into a familiar person.

The old man still said to himself: "I am a home in my dream, it is strange to say, it is just a dream, but I can always remember it clearly, after a long time, I always confused reality with everything in the dream, and was almost sent to a mental hospital." ”

Family?

Chen Zhuo thought of something in an instant, he had seen this person.

The old man wiped the foam on the bookcase, ignoring Chen's reaction, as if he regarded it as a treasure.

Chen Zhuo took a closer look, and when he saw the book in the old man's arms, his cheeks twitched, his eyelids kept trembling, his pupils shrank, and his face changed.

That's a few copies, but the paper industry is yellowed, and it's been a few years.

"Shenzhou Juyi?"

Chen Zhuo casually flipped through it, but the whole person was stunned on the spot, the content of Gain's book was actually everything that happened in the Golden Building back then.

He turned his head and stared straight at the stall owner's back, his eyes were cloudy, but he felt that the other party was just an ordinary old man, Chen Zhuocai looked at the plot in the book in disbelief, and when he turned it from beginning to end in one breath, he "banged" it shut, his breath floated, and he took a long breath with his eyes closed, and his chest couldn't help but rise.

"Dreams?"

The old man said: "Alas, many things I dreamed of in my dreams have never happened in reality, maybe it is really something wrong with my brain." ”

After speaking, he stared at Chen Zhuo seriously, and he didn't know what he was muttering, and finally shook his head and said: "But how can there be two people who are so similar in this world, although your appearance and physique are different from the person in my dream, but the gas emitted by your body is too similar." ”

As the old man spoke, he suddenly pulled out a picture from an old book, which was a photograph, black and white, as if copied.

The stall owner pointed to the man sitting in the middle and said, "Look, the man in the middle, is he very similar to you?" ”

Chen Zhuo looked at the photo in the painting and was stunned for a moment......

(End of chapter)