Gao Wu: Starting with playing the Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e

The next morning, before dawn, Tang Luo got up early and headed towards the steward's hall in the Prince's mansion, gently knocking on the somewhat old wooden door.

The old man with the gray beard in charge merely glanced at him, without even looking up: "Get to business."

"Tang Luo, a third-class servant of the Miscellaneous Affairs Office, has requested leave to return to his hometown."

"A few days?"

"How many days do I have left?"

An old man with a white beard produced a thick stack of books from somewhere, flipping through them as he said, "Tang Luo from the Miscellaneous Affairs Office, right?"

Tang Luo was about to agree when the white-bearded man interrupted him, saying:

"I entered the academy in 1543, so it's been more than six years now."

"Third-class laborers are entitled to two days off per year, and you have not taken a single day off so far, totaling twelve days."

Upon hearing this, Tang Luo was somewhat surprised. Although he had awakened rather than 'possessed' someone, his work had been far too busy, and his previous memories were dull and tedious. He really didn't know that he had been here for more than six years.

In other words, the original owner of this body was sold here when she was about eight or nine years old.

This monotonous and barren life has been going on for so long; no wonder the original owner is so thin.

He was lucky; he didn't offend anyone and get beaten to death by those arrogant young masters.

As his memories returned, Tang Luo gradually recalled more.

Actually, it wasn't that the original owner didn't want to take a vacation, but he didn't remember what his parents looked like, and his parents didn't remember him either.

He was practically abandoned.

"Feed~feed~, take a few days off!"

The man with the white beard tapped on the counter, looking somewhat impatient.

"I'm taking a complete break."

Tang Luo quickly responded.

He was not prepared to completely relinquish his identity as a "Third-Class Servant of the Prince's Palace," and [Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e] was not yet powerful enough to grant him a new identity, at least not in his memory.

Now that he has no parents, he ultimately needs an "anchor".

The man with the white beard tore off another piece of paper from the side, copied something down, and then handed it to Tang Luo: "Starting today, remember to bring the leave slip back in twelve days. You can only go back after it's stamped."

Tang Luo nodded, took the note, and turned to leave.

..............................

In a typical guest room at the Yunlai Inn in Dongling City.

Tang Luo carefully wrapped the remaining four strings of copper coins and a few coins in a tattered cloth, tucked them into his pocket, and looked at them with a hint of heartache.

"Twenty copper coins a day, that's three days' wages for me, not even including room and board?!"

The part about being unscrupulous.

Although most of his savings were accumulated before his awakening, he was still himself back then!

It still hurts to spend the money.

But that slight pain vanished the moment he saw the illusory blind man on his screen.

"extraordinary!"

"Flying Bat - Ke Zhen'e!"

[Confirmed character – [Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e], character template loading]

[Receiving host identity, receiving information about this world, confirming the mission]

As the panel changed, Tang Luo felt his body gradually become heavier, as if a layer of armor was being draped over his body, and from within the armor, strands of silk began to extend, binding his body.

As the threads multiplied, Tang Luo's body seemed to undergo inexplicable changes, as if some kind of power was emanating from these threads.

Along with the silk threads, his memories were also recorded.

Memories are complex, like a movie, but only three acts stand out in my memory.

One scene shows him fighting the Black Wind Duo with his brother, Flying Dragon Ke Bixie. His brother is killed while covering their retreat, and he is blinded and flees in a sorry state.

One scene shows him taking in Guo Jing, a disciple who appears honest, simple, and even somewhat clumsy.

The final scene takes place inside the Iron Spear Temple, where Yang Guo, the son of the villain Yang Kang, reveals his father's true colors.

[Character Template [Flying Bat - Ke Zhen'e], loading complete]

Main Quest 1: Upholding Justice

[Content: Within Dongling City, many troubles have arisen. Those with the ability should act chivalrously, punish the wicked, and eliminate evil.]

For each act of chivalry performed, you will receive between one and one thousand "role-playing points," with no upper limit for this task.

Main Quest Two: A Promise is a Promise

[Content: Throughout his life, the blind man never failed a single person; he always kept his word and always delivered on his promises.]

Each time a promise is fulfilled, you will receive between one and one thousand "role-playing points," with no upper limit for this task.

[Current Role-Playing Level: 0 (The higher the role-playing level, the more 'Origin' the character will retain.)]

(Note: The source is the energy necessary to activate the next role.)

Tang Luo glanced at the data on the panel, then picked up the rusty bronze mirror beside him.

In the mirror was a thin old man with a pointed mouth and cheeks. His face was ashen and bloodless, and he had a pair of blind eyes that rolled back.

"I've transformed? Is it a change in appearance, or a change in my inner self?"

Besides, isn't Ke Zhen'e blind? Why can I still see him?

Tang Luo was puzzled, and then glanced at the iron crutch that had appeared beside him at some point.

He gripped the crutch and lifted it gently. The solid iron crutch, over a meter long, was easily lifted by him, with almost no feeling. Only when he let go and heard the heavy thud against the floor did he confirm that it was indeed a solid iron crutch.

"No rush, let me test Ke Zhen'e's skills first."

With a thought in his mind, Tang Luo got up, picked up his iron crutch, and began conducting various tests in the room.

Grip strength, technique, dexterity, speed, memory...

"The lingering memories are more like a movie; they have almost no impact on the self."

"The iron staff weighs at least 100 pounds, and he's very strong. I underestimated him. His strength in one arm alone must be close to 2,000 pounds."

"The speed is probably more than three times my usual speed, around thirty meters per second?"

"My hearing is excellent, to an exaggerated degree. I can even hear the sound of people slurping noodles downstairs. Moreover, my thinking speed seems to have improved as well. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be able to distinguish so many sounds."

"I can see it, but it seems to be 'my' own vision; [Ke Zhen'e] still can't see it."

"I can still carry out some normal activities, even 'spiritual practice,' not [Ke Zhen'e], but myself. What exactly is the principle behind this?"

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Tang Luo wiped the sweat from his brow: "Phew~, the test is almost over."

"Overall, it's more like a suit of armor I'm wearing. It comes with all the abilities of the Flying Bat, but it hardly affects anything about me."

After pondering for a moment, Tang Luo suddenly switched to his weak 'original form'.

He immediately felt a vast and familiar power within his body.

How could this be?!

Even after switching back to my original form, I still retain the power to 'play the template'?!

Tang Luo's breathing suddenly became rapid, and it took him a long time to calm down.

"No, no, it's not as powerful as the original 'role model,' it's only about 40% of the original?!"

But that's enough.

Tang Luo spent more than half an hour tinkering in the room before he had tested almost everything he could.

"Now, this is the final step before we officially begin acting!"

Tang Luo felt a little uneasy. He rummaged through the storage cabinet and found the paper and charcoal pencils he had bought earlier. He began to transcribe the cultivation techniques that were stored in his memory.

"The staff is an extension of the body, and the mind precedes the staff."

"Use heavy tools lightly, and overcome skill with clumsiness..."

"Flowing downhill, carried by the wind..."

………………

As Tang Luo continued copying, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he spent two hours copying.

Tang Luo looked up at the blazing sun hanging high in the window, then at the large stack of martial arts manuals beside him, and shook his slightly sore wrists: "It's a good thing that this world already has charcoal pencils. I don't even want to think about how long it would take me to copy this stuff with a brush."

To be honest, he really didn't expect that Ke Zhen'e knew quite a lot of martial arts techniques, although most of them were not very good, and he didn't even know a single one of Guo Jing's ultimate martial arts techniques!

Dude, you see such amazing skills but don't you want to steal them?!

But it's still much better than him having nothing at all.

He wondered if the technique itself was even achievable. Tang Luo's thoughts raced, and he began to test it with his own body. With a cracking sound of bones breaking, Tang Luo nodded.

"Basically, there is no difference between this and the training period in Ke Zhen'e's memory."