In the autumn of the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, under the eyes of his family's earnest care, Zhang Shu stepped into the train to Shanghai. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shanghai, that is the place of red lights, green wine, sheng songs and swallow dances. Since Shanghai was ceded by the Qing government, which had long been a thing of the past, it has become a paradise for all kinds of ghosts, religions and nine streams. It also has a brand new name, the magic capital.

The name of the Demon City is naturally a group of demons dancing wildly, but it is also the forefront of communication with those people in foreign countries, at least in music, this Zhang Shu likes the most, there is the forefront of Shenzhou.

Zhang Shu carried a long box on his back and a brand-new wooden box in his hand, and finally squeezed through the crowd and sat in his own place.

I pressed my temples to relieve my headache. The noisy environment here is not a kind of torture for Zhang Shu, who has always been quiet.

But he had to endure it, as a new means of transportation, the train, which was not a luxury, but also by no means popular. Most people are still in the mood for novelty, and it's good that he has such a ticket.

It's not that there are no private rooms on the train, but that kind of price is by no means affordable for people like Zhang Shu.

Because of his special skills, Zhang Shu has an extraordinary sensitivity to sound, and these ducks around him are generally sounding, which almost kills him.

Helpless, he couldn't kill these people for his own sake.

Zhang Shu could only sit upright in his seat and close his eyes to recuperate.

However, in his heart, he still couldn't help but sigh, he thought that he was the most useless traverser!

Zhang Shu was originally a person who grew up under the red flag, and was born, grew up, and worked, all of which were the same life as the general public. The only thing that is different is that he is reborn. Zhang Shu didn't know if he was reborn or crossed over, anyway, when he awakened a memory that belonged to him, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

He was reborn in the best of times and the worst of times.

Here, the flames of war are raging, and here, there are extremely strong warriors.

It doesn't matter whether it's new martial arts or old martial arts, as long as you reach the legendary realm of true martial arts, you can be alone and block the army, what artillery spear, in the hands of these people, is not much better than a toy.

And Zhang Shu was reborn in a martial arts family, although it is a somewhat declining family, and the family is only more than ten people, but after all, he can always get in touch with the mysterious martial arts.

For people who have lived for decades and have been yearning for a martial arts dream like flying eaves and walls, this is a kind of luck. But the sad thing is that among the history that Zhang Shu doesn't remember much, there is a major event next, that is, World War II.

I don't know how many people died in the war, Zhang Shu felt a little chilling as long as he thought about it.

In Zhang Shu's memory, his second uncle Zhang Tai once asked a person surnamed Sun to invite him out, and he never came back. At that time, it was the period of the Northern Expedition, and countless masters fought chaotically, and countless people died.

Zhang Shu knew a little about the cruelty of war, but it was also from this that he knew that the next World War II would be even more terrifying, and only those who had reached the realm of true martial arts would have the power to protect themselves.

Zhang Shu, who has almost forgotten the knowledge of his previous life, is destined to not be a scientist, so he can only use the martial arts inherited from his family as the foundation of his life.

He wants to live, and he also wants to protect his family and live together in this troubled world.

And to achieve this goal, there is only one possibility, that is, to become the strong man of today, the strong man who makes people dare not attack.

For this goal, Zhang Shu walked out of She County, Huizhou.

Since he was fifteen years old, he created a unique kung fu of containing sword intent and sword sound, and thus entered the level of a second-rate master, sooner or later, there will be such a day. Music and swordsmanship are already an indispensable part of his body, sword and sound, one is two, two is one, and the two promote each other.

And now, he went to the magic capital to study music there and seek the possibility of further breakthroughs.

Just outside Zhang Shushen's amusement, the train's flute began to whine. At the same time, Zhang Shu felt the tremor under him, and couldn't help but open his eyes and look out.

A black smoke drifted by, and when he looked out the window, he saw a figure.

The figure was waving his hand, and his mouth seemed to be shouting something, but unfortunately in the sound of the train's flute, it seemed so weak and inaudible.

With a sigh and was about to say something, the train started, and in the blink of an eye, it passed by the crowded crowd there.

Seeing this, Zhang Shu was stunned for a long time before muttering to himself, little sister, I will be back soon!

Immediately, Zhang Shu came back to his senses in a cough.

The people around them coughed and bent down, but it was the black gas wafting outside, floating in the continuous acceleration of the train. In such an environment, Zhang Shu was also uncomfortable, and hurriedly covered his nose.

It was only when everyone closed the windows around them and kept the air out that it was a little better.

At this time, everyone had no idea of speaking, one by one, those who should sleep, those who should eat, only the occasional person passing through the corridor, there was a little noise.

An hour or two later, Zhang Shu couldn't stand it anymore.

It was a good thing that it was quiet, but in this dense carriage, it was like a steamer, steaming. Immediately, someone got too hot and took off his shoes.

I have been busy for most of the day, and I have a lot of sweat on my feet, but it is good not to take off my shoes, but after taking off my shoes, there is a sour smell in the carriage. And these people who don't have beriberi are okay, and those who have beriberi are simply a biochemical weapon, which suddenly made Zhang Shu, who was already a master, roll in his stomach and gag.

At that moment, I didn't want to admit it anymore, and I didn't care about the staring eyes of the person next to me, and I reached out to open the window of the car not far away, dissipating the stench in the air.

But there are always people who are used to such smells and don't want Zhang Shu to open the car window and let the black smoke drift in. And the person next to Zhang Shu happens to be such a person.

He saw Zhang Shu about to open the window that he had already regarded as the gateway to hell.

Immediately, he grabbed Zhang Shu's shoulder directly.

This person once had art in the middle school of Southern Shaolin, although he did not know the truth, but he was also good at some grappling kung fu, in his opinion, for ordinary people like Zhang Shu who looked thin and weak, it was already Zhang Shu's luck to use the secret capture technique.

Martial arts is not something that can be accessed by any kind of person. There is not much intersection between people on the rivers and lakes and ordinary people, at least most of them have never seen it, but they have only heard of it.

At the same time, he was already thinking about how to brew this fake Qinggao kid after capturing Zhang Shu next.