My Immortal Brother-in-law

Chapter 121: Reading Can't Save the Alliance

In the western border of the Pan-Alliance Region 16, in the Nanyun City National Library, Zhong Su found a series of history books and read them silently.

After watching for forty minutes straight, just when Zhong Su had a basic understanding of the current world, the phone on his waist rang.

Picking up the phone and taking a look at it, Zhong Su answered the call calmly.

"Okay, I'll go back now."

After putting the phone back in his pocket, Zhong Su returned the history book to its original place and then left the library silently.

Counting the time, he has entered this Luotian world for twenty-seven years.

Twenty-seven years ago, he, together with Tongtian, Nuwa, Zhenyuan, Ziyuan, Randeng, Yaochi, Minghe and others, stepped into Luotian from the eye of the North Sea.

After entering Luotian, he was trapped in the mystery of the womb. It was not until now, at the age of 27, that he woke up and remembered who he was.

So far, he has only been awake for four hours.

Fortunately, there is a social background here that Zhong Su feels very familiar with.

Although the Earth has become a scorching star and the United Nations has become a closer pan-alliance, the main social contradiction has also changed from wars between various major powers to a unified external confrontation of mankind against the evil in the universe.

However, the technological level of this world is not much different from that before Zhong Su's catastrophe.

Zhong Su's mobile phone is now also a smart phone. He can use it normally shortly after waking up. However, compared with all kinds of information on the Internet, Zhong Su trusts paper books in the library more.

So, Zhong Su went to the nearest library according to the map and did some research.

As for the man who just called him, that was his current father. His mother ran away with someone else when he was seven years old, and now he depends on his biological father for everything.

Following the call, I walked towards home, crossed the lifeless streets, stepped into the dilapidated neighborhood, walked into the old building without an elevator, and stood outside Room 802 on the eighth floor.

When Zhong Su took the key to open the door, the smell of stir-fried pork wafted out.

Hearing the door opening, Zhong Jue, Zhong Su's father, poked his head out of the kitchen and took a look.

After a glance, he went back into the kitchen, leaving only one sentence.

"Wait a little longer. The meal will be ready in about ten minutes. Go clear the toilet while you're at it. It's clogged."

"it is good."

Zhong Su responded briefly, then went to the bathroom, clenched his fist and punched the air above the toilet.

Suddenly, a small hurricane surged out from Zhong Su's fist, swirled into the toilet, and cleared it completely.

Looking at his fist, Zhong Su also found it interesting. Ever since he solved the mystery in the womb, all his supernatural powers followed him into this world.

However, the world today has its own special rules. There is indeed no magic or magical power here, only fists.

In this world eight hundred years ago, not long after the evil demons first appeared in the world, the Divine Fist Dao came into being.

Because the evil demon in the universe can swallow gold and turn it into jade, and corrupt all magical weapons.

Therefore, the Divine Fist Way, which relies only on fighting with the flesh and fists, has become the mainstream way for the Human Alliance to deal with the evil spirits in the universe.

Zhong Su had seen too many similar stories in the past and was too lazy to think about them now.

In short, this world is not completely without magic, but all the strangeness in this world is concentrated on the human body and a pair of flesh fists.

Even Zhong Suli's innate magical power had to change with this world.

His ability to call the wind and rain turned into the ability to use his fists to create wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and his ability to make his wishes come true made him feel that he could control his muscle mass to a certain extent.

Subduing dragons and taming tigers has become simply infinite strength, reversing yin and yang...

Reversing yin and yang is interesting. Zhong Su's "Bu Tian Yu Ri" can be strengthened by basking in the sun. Then, under the effect of reversing yin and yang, he can also become stronger by basking in the moon...

In short, all of Zhong Su's magical powers still exist, and have been appropriately transformed according to the existing world.

So what about other fellow Taoists?
How should I find it myself?

Because his Liujia Qimen also changed, it became impossible to tell fortunes, but became an instinct.

When Zhong Su walked on the street, relying on the instinct of Liujia Qimen, he could even vaguely see the next few steps of each pedestrian.

But this ability can’t help him find fellow Taoists!

Before coming to Luotian, my fellow Taoists didn’t tell me... What should I do if I can’t find them?

Then, myself...

Zhong Su took a deep breath and then symbolically washed his hands.

I should eat first. I have been in the wilderness for several years and haven’t eaten fried meat in several years.

Ten minutes later, Zhong Suli sat at the dining table and let his father serve him the food.

After serving the rice, Zhong Jue let Zhong Su eat on the table by himself, while he put the dishes on the rice, took the bowl to the TV, and ate while watching.

The entertainment industry in the Pan-Alliance is not well developed, and there is no way for celebrities to survive in a world that is always coveted by evil spirits.

And the TV station that Zhong Su's father watches now is Nanyun's own TV station. Apart from the weather forecast and evening news, the only things broadcast on TV are boxing matches.

Until now, evil spirits are still a major concern for mankind, so all kinds of boxing styles have emerged one after another, and countless talented boxers have emerged, bringing about wave after wave of boxing fighting trends, making boxing matches at all levels dominate the human entertainment industry.

Unlike the boxing matches that Zhong Su had seen in his previous life, the boxing matches here were obviously more bloody and the style was closer to anime.

Zhong Jue was now watching the blue boxer beating the red boxer's brains to the ground while he was happily eating and having two glasses of wine.

Especially after the blue team boxer threw a punch similar to the one used by Orochi Nagi, Zhong Jue took a big gulp of wine and made a few gestures with his hands.

When Zhong Su finished eating and came to Zhong Jue to collect the empty bowl and was about to wash the dishes, Zhong Jue was pointing at the blue boxer showing off his might on TV and said something.

"The fire fist of our Nanyun is getting more and more powerful, and there have been many good fighters recently. Maybe in this year's Pan-Alliance Martial Arts Conference, we can see a few more boxers from Nanyun on stage!

Just don't get beaten to death. Nanyun is a small place with neither policy support nor economic support. It's not easy to produce two good boxers. The same is true for the alliance. Our No. 16 region is also considered to be vast and rich in resources. It's just that it's less invaded by demons. As a result, the support from the alliance government has always been tepid and has never been good.

Please support our region more. We have so many awesome boxers here, why won’t you go to other regions to help?
Do we have to focus on cultivating those areas that are severely plagued by evil spirits, and expect people to raise Gu locally?

The martial arts tournament has been won by those guys from District 13 for three consecutive years. Even though their city was breached by evil spirits twice in three years, they still managed to thrive and even have half as much meat as us.

Son of a bitch! "

After cursing loudly, Zhong Jue turned around to look at Zhong Suli. Facing Zhong Suli's back, he couldn't help but curse again.

“It’s a pity that your father, I’m useless and can’t be a good boxer, and your dead mother who ran away and I didn’t give birth to a talented son.

Otherwise, if we could also watch our son boxing on TV, then we would live a happy life.

No, not on TV, if you were a boxer, you would go and see it live, haha!"

Amidst the laughter, Zhong Jue turned the TV to the news channel, lowered the volume and started watching the news again.

Although he occasionally said a few words, he knew in his heart that his son had a hard time, so he didn't want to say much.

My son has been a bit withdrawn since he was young because he came from a single-parent family. After going to school, he had no talent as a boxer, so he couldn't practice boxing and could only learn some inferior mathematics and physics.

Now, my son is 27 years old, and not only does he not have a partner, it’s even difficult for him to find one.

I am just a train driver, working three days a week and having one day off, earning a little money. My son is doing even worse than me. He is 27 years old and still preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. Even if he passes the exam, he will not be able to work in a high-class unit that has anything to do with boxers.

Hey……

For a moment, Zhong Jue was no longer in the mood to watch the news. Instead, he was thinking about what kind of girl to introduce to his son.

At least you have to get married.

Just as Zhong Jue was still thinking, Zhong Su, who had finished washing the dishes, came to Zhong Jue and sat on the sofa.

Seeing his son sitting over, Zhong Jue was stunned at first, then he thought about it and picked up the remote control to change a channel.

My son is still young and may not like the news, so it’s nice for the two of us to watch boxing together.

Just as Zhong Jue turned the TV to the Nanyun boxing channel, Zhong Su also whispered to Zhong Jue.

“I really want to go boxing.”

"right."

Hearing his son's words, Zhong Jue smiled.

"It's better to do boxing, even though it's a little dangerous, but how can a man be afraid of danger?

As long as you can develop your boxing strength, follow the right style, and be able to perform elemental punches, you can at least live in a villa, and you can even support three or four women at home."

At this point, Zhong Jue recalled some past events, so he sighed and continued.

"When your mother left, she also followed a boxer and became his mistress.

Your mother is still very beautiful, otherwise she wouldn't have given birth to a son as handsome as you, but she's a little cruel, damn it!"

After the curse, Zhong Jue's mood became worse, and he watched the fight absent-mindedly.

At one side, looking at Zhong Jue whose eyes were drifting out the window as if he was looking for his wife, Zhong Su repeated the sentence again.

“I really want to go boxing.”

"What?"

Zhong Jue was stunned, and finally stopped looking out the window and turned to look at Zhong Su.

Facing his surprised father, Zhong Su nodded and spoke to Zhong Jue with great certainty.

"Dad, I'll stop studying here. I don't plan to take the doctorate exam. I want to practice boxing."

"You're fucking crazy!!!"

At this moment, Zhong Jue no longer had the joking look he had just had. He suddenly sat up straight, put his hands on his knees, and shouted at Zhong Su in disbelief.

"You are already 27 years old, what can you do to fight? Although our Nanyun is a little behind, its preschool education is also very good. Back then... you were proven to have no talent for boxing by the boxing class!

Even if you have some talent, you are almost thirty years old. If you change your career at this time, then you won’t be able to have fun!
You don’t want that graduate degree anymore?
No need to take the doctoral degree exam?

Is there still time to make a name for yourself in boxing? If not, do you think you'll be worse off than me?
No matter how bad I am, I have a stable job, and I can trick a wife into giving birth to you with my good mouth. What about you?
You can't even make three noises with your fart, and you can't even chat with a girl properly. If you are neither good at literature nor martial arts, how can you expect to have a meal?

You still expect me to support you for the rest of your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Jue threw the remote control out of the window.

As a middle-aged single man with no real skills, although Zhong Jue no longer has to be scolded by his wife, his pressure is no less than that of a househusband.

Fortunately, Zhong Jue doesn't hit his children, and when he throws the remote control to vent his anger, he only throws it out of the window.

But at the moment when the remote control was about to fly out of the window, Zhong Jue saw his son jump up and stretch out his arms, and instantly caught the remote control in his hand!

At this moment, Zhong Jue was stunned. He looked blankly at his son who had rushed to the window in just a moment.

The remote control was flying so fast, how did you catch it?
Is this...reasonable?

While Zhong Jue was surprised, Zhong Su gently put the remote control back into Zhong Jue's hand.

"dad."

Zhong Suli spoke calmly to Zhong Jue.

“I won’t study anymore, because studying can’t save the Pan-Union.

From now on, I will go boxing and let you enjoy yourself."

(End of this chapter)