Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

After Zhao Sheng and Tang Zichen finished their conversation, they said goodbye and left. After Tang Zichen boarded the train and left, he also boarded the evening train to Kyoto.

In this era, high-speed rail was just beginning to take off, and trains were the only long-distance mode of transportation, resulting in trains being packed with people.

The smell of sweat, stinky socks, instant noodles, and many other strange odors mixed together, creating an extremely bizarre and unpleasant smell.

Zhao Sheng sat down and frowned. He also saw the young girl inside frowning, but her delicate eyebrows quickly relaxed. The woman and the old man opposite him looked normal, unaffected by the smell or already used to it.

"Young man, is this your first time taking a train? I have some orange peels here, feel free to share."

Seeing Zhao Sheng frown, the old man sitting opposite him smiled, a smile spreading across his wrinkled face, and took out a piece of orange peel from his palm and handed it to him.

Zhao Sheng thanked him, took the orange peel without caring whether it was dirty or not, and smelled it. It was his first time riding a train from this era, and it was even dirtier and more chaotic than what he saw on TV.

That's why he seemed a little uncomfortable!

The old man was kind enough to give each of the woman, the child, and the young girl a piece of orange peel. These were the peels he had left over from eating oranges before boarding the train; there were only a few pieces in total.

Before long, the three of them were chatting casually and familiarly, introducing themselves to each other and then talking about some interesting things they had seen and heard.

The old man's name is Xiao Haicheng. He is from Kyoto and was just visiting relatives before returning to Kyoto. His children are all alive and well, and they all work in the system.

The girl's name is Zheng Ya. She is a college student from the town. In a few days, it will be the start of the new semester at Kyoto University. She is catching the train to register at the university.

The woman's name was Lin Xiu, and she was a housewife. The child in her arms was named Li Zhaotian.

"Zhao Sheng, a martial arts enthusiast." Zhao Sheng also introduced himself briefly. After all, everyone else had introduced themselves, and it wouldn't be good for him to be the only one to stand out, since he wasn't supposed to be aloof.

"A martial arts enthusiast?" The three were slightly surprised. Zheng Ya suddenly asked, "Brother Zhao, your hands have such thick calluses, are you sure you don't have real skills?"

The old man, Xiao Haicheng, glanced at Zhao Sheng's hands, his cloudy eyes brightening slightly, but he didn't speak, instead listening silently to what the latter had to say.

The woman remained silent, holding the child and listening quietly.

"Hmm? Why do you ask that?" Zhao Sheng didn't expect Zheng Ya to have such good observation skills. When he spoke, she quickly looked at her hands, clearly sensitive to words like martial arts.

"Because the old people in our town also have these calluses, and they go to practice on tree stumps every day. He told me that this is a martial art, and he even helped me practice standing meditation."

Zheng Ya's eyes sparkled as she spoke as if reminiscing, occasionally glancing at Zhao Sheng's hands. His rough, large palms reminded her of the old man practicing boxing.

Zhao Sheng remained silent. It was the early 2000s, and only a little over 50 years had passed since he left the country. The older generation of boxers had strong health preservation skills and wouldn't pass away so soon.

It must have been a former Red Army officer who had retired to his hometown to enjoy his old age. He saw that Zheng Ya had good talent and did not want the tradition to be lost, so he taught her the basics of Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation).

Seeing that Zhao Sheng had stopped talking, Zheng Ya changed the subject and continued chatting with the two of them.

Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Zhao Sheng only drank a little water and did not eat any food. Zheng Ya and the other two ate some snacks every day and drank some water to moisten their throats so that they would not starve or die of thirst on the train. They tried to go to the toilet as little as possible.

Children have their own special tools for eating and drinking, so there's no need to worry about going to the toilet. After all, going to the toilet on a train is a real hassle, as it's difficult to get out when it's crowded.

However, the train was about to arrive at the station, so they no longer needed to use the toilet on the train.

Zhao Sheng did not waste his three days of training on the train. Since he could not practice boxing, he practiced Taoist breathing techniques or looked for and made up for the deficiencies in his boxing skills.

Therefore, even if he doesn't eat for three days, he remains energetic. Moreover, the Taoist breathing method has the effect of invigorating the spirit. At the same time, he closes his pores to retain his essence and does not feel tired at all.

The train arrived at the station with a few "whoosh" sounds, and a huge crowd of people quickly disembarked, their heads moving like ants leaving their nest.

The pickpockets, who had been waiting patiently, slipped into the crowd and, taking advantage of others' inattention, made their way in to steal things such as cell phones, wallets, and necklaces.

Zhao Sheng and his group of five were among the last to get off the bus. The crowd had thinned out, but the pickpockets were still watching the last group of people.

"Hey, after we've picked off the last batch of people, we can go to the nightclub and have some fun." The dark-skinned pickpocket fantasized, his hand already reaching into one of the men's pockets.

Zhao Sheng was quite sensitive to his surroundings. His eyes shifted downwards and he saw a hand reaching into his pocket. He grabbed the hand, then turned around and dislocated his bones.

His eyes were cold as he looked down at the dark-skinned youth who had screamed and fallen to the ground. If this weren't the capital of China where killing was forbidden, he would have already smashed the other man's brain with a single palm strike.

The dark-skinned youth's screams instantly drew the attention of many people. Zheng Ya and the other two were closer to Zhao Sheng and saw the ruthlessness in his actions. They had no doubt that he would dare to kill someone in public.

A pickpocket hiding in the crowd saw Blackie being beaten and noticed Zhao Sheng's thin figure. He immediately stepped forward and berated him, "How could you hit someone? This is Kyoto! Aren't you afraid of going to jail?"

"Yeah, why are you hitting me for no reason? If you don't let go, I'm calling the police." Another person stepped forward to accuse him; he was also a member of the pickpocket gang.

Their words swayed some unsuspecting onlookers, who began to whisper amongst themselves, but dared not openly criticize Zhao Sheng. Didn't they see the man on the ground had a broken arm? Only someone risking their life would stand up for justice.

Zhao Sheng glanced at the two who had stepped forward first, knowing they were accomplices of the dark-skinned youth; otherwise, they wouldn't have been the first to accuse him. "Fine, I won't hit him; I'll hit you."

Before the two could react, he strode over, slapped one of them down with a loud crack, and then slapped the other down with a backhand, leaving them dizzy and even knocking out two of their teeth, demonstrating the immense force he used.

Seeing this, some pickpockets didn't dare to show their faces anymore.

"Get lost. If I see you again, don't blame me for killing you." Zhao Sheng's eyes were cold, revealing murderous intent, which made the three of them feel cold all over. They quickly got up and ran away, not daring to doubt the truth of his words.

Those around also felt a chill run down their spines and dared not continue gossiping behind their backs, so they all left. The pickpockets also quietly slipped away with the crowd.

Xiao Haicheng shook his head slightly, not quite agreeing with Zhao Sheng's approach. He felt that the other party was not decisive enough. Since he had offended him, he should have killed him directly, otherwise this kind of person would come back for revenge at any time.

"Looks like I'll have to ask Xiao Haicheng when I have time. How's Kyoto? It's a complete mess," Xiao Haicheng thought to himself.

Zheng Ya sensed the change in Zhao Sheng's demeanor and felt a chill run through her body. Had he killed people? And more than one? She had sensed this change in demeanor from the old man in her hometown.

But he looks pretty handsome like this!

Zhao Sheng glanced at the three of them and then went outside.

After leaving the train station, Zhao Sheng took a taxi to the Kyoto Military Dependents' Home, where almost all the elderly men with distinguished military achievements gathered.