I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 105: The martial arts gym was robbed. How many years will it take for the dragon to roar?

Left the tube building.

Yang Niannian was stunned and confused, her mother had already told her everything.

"Is my mother really not crazy?"

"No, it's more difficult to be awake." Zhou Mu replied.

"Are you my brother?"

"In terms of age, yes." Zhou Mu thought for a moment and replied.

In fact, he felt that Yang Niannian should call him uncle. It seemed that Brother Xiaotian and Erlang Zhenjun had more than just a master-servant relationship.

Since he is listed among the saints of Meishan, theoretically speaking, Brother Xiaotian can call Erlang Zhenjun "big brother".

Well, I should have been one generation older than this little girl.

Yang Niannian continued to be in a daze, squatting on the ground, supporting her head with her hands, muttering some random short sentences.

"My mother is a dragon."

"My father is a god"

"Master Zhou is my brother"

She held her head in distress: "So, I'm not a human?"

After living for eighteen years, my mother told me with her own mouth that I was a dragon girl, not a human being, and that my crazy words were not crazy words, but all true.

Yang Niannian felt that this world was somewhat magical.

The fairy also paused at this moment and asked in a low voice:

"My dear Zhou, what are you going to do next? That senior said that she will need more than a month to recover and accumulate strength, and then she can break through the Jedi outside the city."

Zhou Mu thought for a moment and said:
"I plan to go to 66th Street in the North District first. My master may be there."

"I'll at least go and take a look."

"If he's not here, I'll go to the East District to look for friends."

Hearing this, the fairy frowned and said:

"There are many monsters running rampant in the East District, hunting people. If you want to go, please postpone it for now and stay in the North District. At least it is safe here, and all living beings have been saved."

Thoughts, Women’s Way:

"And I have to go back to the underground first to report today's incident. It's too serious."

Zhou Mu frowned:
"Senior Luo, Lengmian Luo Shuangyu told me a lot of things that were not considered important. You should know more about them than I do."

He pointed at Yang Niannian who was doubting Long Sheng and said:
"If you tell Bu Zhou about Xiao Nian's situation, is it really appropriate?"

The fairy remained silent.

After a long while, she said:

"I will skip her. I will describe the senior in the building as the other wife of the True Lord. I must convey the news that there is hope of escaping this city."

Zhou Mu was silent for a moment, but finally nodded, bowed slightly to the fairy, and watched her float into the dry well.

When the fairy entered the well, she warned:
"Don't go to North District 3rd Street. Buddhist Vajra is there. Don't leave the North District either. After I finish reporting, I will go to 66th Street to find you."

"I see."

After sending the fairy away, before Zhou Mu had time to speak, Old Chu came up to him first:

"You want to go to the martial arts gym?"

"Well, I want to see if Master and the others are still there."

"Take me with you."

"Hmm?" Zhou Mu was surprised: "Old Chu, aren't you afraid of the presence of the senior sister?"

"She's here." Old Chu nodded firmly: "But you can be a shield for me! During this special period, she won't embarrass me."

Zhou Mu first breathed a sigh of relief, but then asked:
"Old Chu, what's going on between you and the senior sister? You seem to know everything about the ancient times? And..."

He looked Lao Chu up and down for a moment:

"How did you manage to be unscathed after being thrown so high into the sky?"

He could not forget the scene of that day. Now thinking back, the punches and kicks that the senior sister used to beat Old Chu were at the level of great medicine, and even exceeded the power of the great medicine level.

But Lao Chu, a martial artist with great internal strength, had no problems at all!
"I'll explain it to you later."

Old Chu shrugged his shoulders and sighed:
“It’s all a sin.”

Zhou Mu dragged up Yang Niannian, who had a bitter look on her face, and the three of them walked towards North 66th Street. Everyone they met on the road prostrated themselves on the ground, pious and respectful.

After walking for about an hour, we approached Sixty-sixth Street.

Lao Chu suddenly stopped:
"Old Zhou, are you very repulsive to Bu Zhou?"

"Hmm." Zhou Mu was absent-minded, still thinking about what had just happened, and unconsciously humming "White Dragon Horse Hooves Facing West" in his heart.
"Have you ever heard of Kunlun?" Old Chu suddenly asked.

Zhou Mu was stunned and his expression became solemn.

"Old Chu, are you from Kunlun?"

"Ah."

Lao Chu picked his nose:
"Want to join?"

"Is there any benefit?"

"No way."

Zhou Mu gave a thumbs up:

"So frankly?"

On the side, Yang Niannian cast a curious look. What is Kunlun?

Lao Chu smiled and said:
"I just have to tell you this. To be honest, I don't want you to join Kunlun."

Three question marks appeared on Zhou Mu’s forehead.

"What?"

Lao Chu hesitated for a moment:

"Kunlun and Buzhou were actually both established to help the human race from crumbling. The two are opposed to each other but have the same goal."

“Besides, both have their own shortcomings.”

He casually put a nose bullet on Yang Niannian's sleeve. The latter was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed and shouted, scratching Lao Chu like a mad wild cat.

"Are you sick?" Yang Niannian went crazy.

When Zhou Mu saw this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his idea that Lao Chu was an ancient sage was mostly dispelled.

But he still suspected that Lao Chu was a descendant of some ancient sage - for example, the Overlord?

I had heard before that Overlord was one of the Four Lords of Kunlun - and in the previous life, there was also a saying that Overlord had double pupils.

Chu Ji held the helpless and furious Yang Niannian with one hand and said:
"There are many people in Buzhou, resources are limited, and there is serious infighting."

"Kunlun has few people, only a few dozen, but to be honest, the reason why there are few people is not because they are elite or numerous, but because..." He sighed:
"The four rulers of Kunlun are all out-and-out 'tyrants'. One hates the heavens and the earth, one has only killing in his head, one has no feelings and no thoughts, and the other is possessed by a demon who thinks every day about how to achieve harmony between humans and demons and equality between the noble and the humble."

Zhou Mu was confused:

"I know the four masters of Kunlun. Someone told me that they are Emperor Xin, General Chongtian, Overlord and Giant King. You are talking about all of them."

"It's exactly the order you said."

Old Chu curled his lips:

"They are not normal people. They are cruel to the outside world and to the inside world. They are all losers from the ancient times. Except for the tyrant king who has no feelings or thoughts, the others are full of resentment and are very violent."

"Don't underestimate the Overlord. He is a worthless person. He is heartless and indifferent to everything. If he thinks that your death will benefit him, he will let you die without hesitation."

He patted Zhou Mu on the shoulder and said earnestly:
"Kunlun has few people. It's not that few people are recruited, but that many people die."

Zhou Mu made a prompt decision and gave up the idea of joining Kunlun.

He was not mentally ill, but he did not want to have a tyrant over his head. And seeing how concerned Lao Chu was, he probably
I suffered a lot.

The three of them continued to walk towards Taibai Martial Arts Hall. Yang Niannian glared fiercely at the mentally ill Chu Ji and followed Zhou Mu.

Soon, they arrived in front of the martial arts hall.

The door was closed tightly, and there were still cracks on the wall caused by the beating of Old Chu by the senior sister. Listening carefully, it was unusually quiet inside.

After sniffing, the two people with cultivation smelled a hint of fishy smell.

Bloody smell.

"No." Chu Ji's expression changed, and Zhou Mu also realized that something was wrong. He suddenly pushed open the door of the martial arts hall, his expression changed.

The ruins of Tinghu Lake on the left are still there, but the martial arts training ground on the right has turned into a big pit, and the wall of the martial arts hall beside the pit has also broken and collapsed.

The original main hall was neatly divided into two in the middle and was crumbling. Several training rooms behind the main hall were also destroyed, and the smell of blood was coming from there!

Zhou Mu's heart was pounding. He jumped up and down a few times and appeared next to the collapsed training room. He waved his hand to clear away the rubble and saw some corpses.

Leading the way was 'Number One', followed by Wang Shangpin and other familiar faces - all of them were sparring partners from the martial arts gym!

Their bodies were relatively intact, but when Zhou Mu reached out and touched them, they were soft.

The flesh, blood and bones under the skin were all shattered into a ball of mud.

"There are no corpse spots. They all died not long ago." Zhou Mu clenched his fists. Although he was used to seeing dead people,
But he still felt bad when those who he had seen every day turned into cold corpses, just like Number One, who taught him many fighting techniques, and Brother Wang, who was the one who taught him the natural stance!

What's going on here?
"Old Zhou!" Chu Ji's firm voice came. Zhou Mu waved his hand to tear apart the ruins of the remaining training rooms. After seeing no more corpses, he jumped back.

"what happened?"

His face sank into the water and he looked very unhappy, but he saw Lao Chu standing by the big pit that the martial arts training ground had turned into, pointing down.

When Zhou Mu got closer and took a look, his heart skipped a beat and he suddenly jumped down.

"Second Senior Brother!!"

At the bottom of the pit, the second brother was lying there, his clothes ragged, his skin pale, and no heartbeat could be heard!

Zhou Mu's hands were shaking a little as he placed them on Second Senior Brother's body, but he noticed that there was still some heat left. He took out a healing pill and swallowed it, then transferred the huge medicinal power to Second Senior Brother.

The bloodstains on Wang Chong's skin, ruptured internal organs, broken bones, etc. were healing rapidly, and a Buddhist bead embedded in his forehead was squeezed out, but his heart did not beat again.

Zhou Mumu stood there, his head buzzing.

'Boom! '

Chu Ji jumped down, stood beside him, and said soothingly:

"Don't worry, Lao Wang is not dead, he just faked his death."

Zhou Mu was stunned:
"real??"

Lao Chu squatted down and tapped Wang Chonghe on the forehead.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The second senior brother, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and gasped for breath!
"Junior brother? Brother Chu?"

The second brother's consciousness was slowly recovering. He seemed a little dazed and coughed forcefully a few times.

"Second Brother"

Zhou Mu held his hand and asked with a trembling voice:
"what happened?"

"Where are Master and Senior Sister?"

The second brother did not answer. As soon as he regained consciousness, his face began to twist. Under the influence of the mighty Buddhist sound, a look of piety emerged.

Zhou Mu was so scared that he was about to take away the skin care patch given by the cold-faced girl, but before he could do so, he saw the second senior brother grabbed the Buddhist beads that had just been squeezed out of his forehead and put them back into his forehead.

The next moment, the twisted piety on his face completely disappeared.

Then he gasped twice, letting his skin, which was torn by the beads, bleed.

It almost dripped down, making his face look hideous.

The second brother said intermittently:

"A huge hand full of Buddha's light descended from the sky and captured the master alive."

"Soon after, three monks who were beyond the Great Medicine level came to attack. The eldest sister fought with them and was at a disadvantage."

"The three monks captured my elder sister and my junior brothers and sisters. I faked my own death and was able to escape the disaster."

Zhou Mu and Lao Chu's faces were as gloomy as water, and they said in unison:
"Where are you going?!"

………………

Tongzi Tower.

There was a turbid look in the old woman's eyes.

She silently moved the chair to the window, sensing that her daughter and the boy were far away, and let out a breath.

"Yang Jian."

The old woman sneered:
"If we can meet again, I would like to ask you how many fleeting romances you have had!"

The sneer on her face turned into melancholy.

"If we can meet again."

A zither appeared in the old woman's hand at some point. If Zhou Mu were here, he would be able to recognize that it was exactly the same as the one in Lao Gou's hand.

The old woman placed the zither horizontally on her knees. She seemed to be glowing, and the aura of aging was fading away bit by bit.

A glow started burning in her belly.

"How many years"

The old woman sighed:
"How many years have passed since that day collapsed?"

"Has there ever been a dragon roar in this world?"

The glow in her belly moved upwards to her chin and mouth.

The old woman placed her hands on the guqin.

(End of this chapter)