The Fairy: From the Traveling Merchant

Chapter 1 Competition
In the endless void, there is a huge and vibrant world floating.

There is a thin layer of gray mist entrenched outside it, enveloping the whole world, like a "chicken egg"... But on the surface of the "chicken egg", there are small cracks of different lengths, densely packed, criss-crossing .

And all kinds of indescribable, indescribable, terrible "things" that can drive intelligent creatures into madness even at a glance are surrounding this world, trying to infiltrate their pollution and tentacles into the world through the gaps in the gray mist.

Among them are giant balls of light that are shrouded in blood and look like stars; there are huge trees that extend countless branches and tentacles, constantly piercing into the gaps in the gray mist; there are even silver-white serpents that are several times longer than the distance between the two poles of the world ...

At this moment, a golden light suddenly appeared out of thin air from the depths of the void, breaking through the blockade of those terrible things in an instant.

However, Zhao Chen, who was surrounded by the golden light, felt that his mind had become extremely disordered just by taking a casual glance. Countless thoughts and thoughts emerged at the same time, as if they were going to tear him apart. Lost consciousness in pain.

The next moment, the golden light engulfing his soul sped up again, avoiding the "tentacles", the "waves" coming, and the "blood light" shining, and went straight into the cracks in the gray mist.

……

Guanghe 13th year, March 8113 in the Daxia calendar.

In Bingquan Town, Yumen County, Ganzhou, in a wing room in the backyard of the Golden Dart Martial Arts Academy.

"Huh!" Zhao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, then leaned back on the back of the chair and gasped heavily.

I actually dreamed that I saw a bunch of indescribable scary things in "space"... Could it be that Cthulhuwen has seen too much recently?Or did I really have a "R'lyeh" dream?
It may be that what he saw in the "dream" was too realistic, and the pain of mental tearing was still fresh in Zhao Chen's memory, so he sat there for a long time without recovering.

After about ten minutes, Zhao Chen's thoughts finally returned to normal. He couldn't help laughing at himself, thinking to himself:
I was also stupid just now... I really suspected that I was sleepwalking "La'lye"?Heh, if Xiao Liu and those guys know about this, they will definitely laugh at me, saying that I am still so "innocent" at my age...

What's more, if I really looked directly at the evil god like in my dream, I'm afraid I would have become a monster by now... Hey, I'm still fantasizing, it's all because the dream just now was so realistic!
Huh?I can't seem to remember what I saw in the dream just now... I just remember that it was terrible and very frustrating... Forget it, dreams are like this, and I can't remember it when I wake up.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhao Chen glanced at the surrounding environment, ready to confirm his position. After all, with the return of normal thoughts, he also remembered that he was attending a friend's wedding banquet before "sleeping".

I drank a piece of wine while helping the groom hold back the wine...

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Chen was stunned again, because the scene that caught his eyes was beyond his imagination!

This is an antique room surrounded by wooden furniture and decorations. There is an ink painting hanging on the diagonally opposite wall. Zhao Chen judged from just a glance that the painting depicts "Dayu's Water Control" s story.

This is where?After I got drunk, Xiao Liu they gave me a retro-style hotel room?Or did someone deliberately trick me and throw me into a movie theater?

While his thoughts were turning, Zhao Chen felt that something was wrong. After all, with his eyesight and knowledge, even if he only glanced at it briefly, he could tell that the "Picture of King Yu Controlling the Water" on the wall had both form and spirit, and his painting skills were excellent. Well, it must be from the hands of a famous artist, and it is by no means the standard that a certain scenic spot, hotel, or even a movie theater should have.

Could it be that what I saw in the dream just now was real?I was carried by a golden light into a sad world surrounded by indescribable?

Thinking of this, Zhao Chen felt seven points of fear, two points of disbelief, and one point of inexplicable...excitement!
——He is a person who likes to explore unknown things, otherwise he would not have insisted on choosing archeology as a major in college.

Zhao Chen took a few deep breaths to calm his beating heart slowly, then stood up, and walked quickly to the table under the "Picture of King Yu's Control of Water"... It is inevitable that someone is deliberately tricking him. More "evidence" is needed to support it, and the rice paper on the table that has not completely dried can reveal a lot.

Looking down, I saw a line of poetry written on the rice paper in a font that Zhao Chen, a graduate student majoring in archeology, had never seen before:
"The sword cuts the evil dragon and clears the barriers, and the ax cuts the willows and shakes the sky."

Murderous aura hits the face, power penetrates the back of the paper, and a good sentence is even better!
It's just... Although this font does not belong to any type in my cognition, it is undoubtedly a Chinese character... Plus the King Yu in the painting... Could it be that I didn't time travel, because there is a beautiful font and technique created by myself Are you kidding me?But there is no such reason!

Zhao Chen frowned, and when he was wondering, the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at the inner door of this room, and found that the door was not closed. Looking through the crack of the door, he could just see a full-length mirror.

Mirror facing the door?From the perspective of feng shui, this is not a good pattern, it eliminates fortune and increases misfortune...

Although Feng Shui is not a compulsory course for archeology majors, Zhao Chen, who is already interested in this aspect, still understands it somewhat.

However, he didn't have time to think about the Feng Shui Bureau at this time, but his heart moved slightly, and then he walked quickly into the room, and cast his eyes on himself in the mirror.

What was reflected in the full-length mirror was a boy who was only thirteen or fourteen years old. His figure was slender and well-proportioned, and his stature was not too low, at least 1.7 meters or more.

His complexion is fair, his facial features are three-dimensional and deep, and he looks exquisite and elegant, but his forehead is slightly wider, but he is still handsome.

Just as Zhao Chen was staring at the young man in the mirror whose appearance and age were completely different from his own, a cry suddenly sounded in his mind:
"Find out the truth about my death! Help me avenge!"

The voice was like weeping and complaining, and it lingered for a long time before it dissipated.

"I really did time travel, to a young boy who just died...

"And I have a vague feeling that only by fulfilling the boy's last obsession can he truly accept his identity and obtain his complete memory..."

Zhao Chen took a few deep breaths again, forced himself to calm down, and prepared to explore the room more while there were no outsiders.

Finding the truth about the death of the predecessor is still the second priority. The most urgent thing is to determine the identity and situation of the body I passed through, and to get a handy weapon... After all, the murderer who killed the original body is probably still nearby. Who knows if the other party will Again.

And when he looked in the mirror just now, Zhao Chen also carefully checked his current body, and found no trauma, the murderer probably killed him by poisoning...

"Of course, it may also be some strange means that I don't understand." Zhao Chen recalled the indescribable scene he saw in his "dream" before, and couldn't help but feel a little chills in his heart.

At this time, the door of the outer room was pushed open, and then a young man who was about the same age as Zhao Chen, short in stature, and with decent facial features walked in with a teapot.

Seeing this, Zhao Chen was startled, and quickly picked up the lion-shaped paperweight on the table.

But seeing Zhao Chen in front of the full-length mirror in the back room, the young man showed joy on his face, and shouted happily: "Second Young Master, you finally woke up!

"In the morning you fainted due to heatstroke while standing on the pole, but it frightened me... Although your Senior Brother Feng said that you are fine, you have been in various situations recently. If something really happens, I will I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten to death by Master and Madam."

He quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhao Chen, while chattering.

When Zhao Chen took the teacup subconsciously, the information of the young man in front of him also appeared in his mind:

"Feng Qu, 13 years old, the boy my father allocated to me. He is capable of doing things well, but his mouth is too broken."

That's it, it seems that when I see some people or things that the original owner of the body is familiar with, I can still get some relevant memories... Zhao Chen nodded thoughtfully, and then asked calmly:
"How's it going outside?"

I didn't notice it when the door was closed just now, but when Feng Qu opened the door and entered the room, there was noise and the sound of drums. In addition, this young master who fainted from "heat stroke" had no one to take care of him, so Zhao Chen judged that I'm afraid something happened at home...

And the murderer might have taken this opportunity to attack Yuan.

If this is the case, it means that the murderer did not dare to kill me openly...

After Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, Feng Qu raised his thick eyebrows and said cheerfully:

"That's right, Second Young Master, I'm afraid you don't know yet. Someone is challenging your master. Now the master Huang is signing the life and death certificate with the other party, and he will do it soon."

My master... Master Huang?There is no relevant memory, it seems that either the original owner is not close to this master, or he has to see someone to "trigger" the memory...

While thinking about it, Zhao Chen asked again: "Who is challenging the master?"

"It's from the Sand Snake Gang in Chijin Town. They have always been defeated by Huang Lao's subordinates before. This time, they may have found a master, so they want to challenge Huang Lao's position again."

As for who exactly the other party is looking for, and what are the benefits of a successful challenge, Feng Qu, as a servant, can't explain clearly. He just keeps thinking about how lively the front yard is. There are several famous people in the town. The characters are all present and so on... After all, he doesn't read much, and he is young, so he doesn't have that knowledge.

Hearing this, Zhao Chen put down the tea cup in his hand after a little thought, and simply ordered Feng Qu: "Take me to the front yard."

He didn't dare to say much, because without knowing the original body's habits, the more he said, the easier it would be for him to reveal his flaws.

Feng Qu was taken aback when he heard the words, and tactfully persuaded: "Young Master, you are not in good health... and you have only been apprenticed to the master for two days, so there is no need to be tied to the Golden Dart Martial Arts Hall."

Going out now, if the owner of Huang Lao loses, the young master and the Zhao family will also lose face, right?

Zhao Chen glanced at him sideways, and said again with an emphatic tone: "Lead me the way!"

The reason why he insisted on going to watch the martial arts competition was because there were many people in the front yard, and there were many martial arts practitioners in Fengqu's words. The unknown murderer might not dare to do it in public, and the safety factor was relatively high;

Secondly, it was because he was very interested in martial arts in this world, and wanted to see what it looked like with his own eyes.

After all, if what you see in your "dream" is true, then this world may be very dangerous, and the way to enhance your "strength" is the foundation of your life.

On the other side, Xiaosi Fengqu only felt that his second young master was very serious today, so he didn't dare to persuade him anymore, so he quickly answered "Yes", then turned around and opened the door, leading Zhao Chen to the front yard.

"Golden Dart Martial Arts Hall" is a big house with three entrances and three exits. It is a typical Chinese style, but Zhao Chen has never seen some lines on the eaves and animal decorations. It should be a "special product" in this world.

Following behind Fengqu, the servant, Zhao Chen entered the front yard after crossing two moon gates.

This courtyard covers an area of ​​two mu of land, and it is completely paved with white sand, which is flat and clean.

The rooms on both sides of the courtyard are open. The disciples of the Golden Dart Martial Arts Academy sit in the east room, while the west room is reserved for the challenging "Sand Snake Gang".

In front of the main hall on the north side of the courtyard, several chairs for grand masters were placed side by side, on which sat the so-called "big men" mentioned by Feng Qu who came to witness the martial arts competition.

In addition, there are many idlers on the surrounding courtyard walls to watch the excitement.

Seeing Zhao Chen and Zhao Chen enter the courtyard, a burly man with broad shoulders and a black exercise suit immediately greeted them and led them into the east wing.

And the message of this strong man also appeared in Zhao Chen's mind:

"Feng Cang, the official disciple of the owner, is ranked third."

These [-] achievements are the senior brother Feng that Feng Qu talked about... His level should not be high, after all, he didn't realize that the original body was dead, and he even said it was heatstroke... How could there be such a big "heat" in March?
When Zhao Chen complained in his heart, the two people who were about to compete had already signed the life and death documents, and then walked to the center of the courtyard one after another, standing at a distance of fifteen or six meters from each other.

One of them looked about 50 years old, with broad shoulders, a thin waist, and a tall figure. It was the master of Zhao Chen's body and Huang Xianjun, the owner of the "Golden Dart Martial Arts Gym".

The other party is 1.9 meters tall, with high cheekbones, a pointed head, and a pointed chin, as if two bullets have been buckled together. At first glance, it looks skinny, but in reality, the muscles are well-proportioned and very powerful.

He was wearing a yellow shirt, with one hand on his chest and the other on his waist, and his body was arched.

There was no extra etiquette and dialogue, and as the three-way drum ended, the two of them moved at the same time.

I saw the owner Huang of the Golden Dart Martial Arts Academy turning left and right, his figure continuously changing, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters in just one second, approached the man in the yellow shirt, and kicked towards him. opponent's head.

Although the man in the yellow shirt didn't move his footsteps, his upper body seemed to have no bones, and he made an extremely twisted movement to avoid the sharp kick of the pavilion owner.

At the same time, accompanied by three consecutive sounds of "Bang! Bang! Bang!", the owner of Huang Xianjun seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and retreated seven or eight meters before he could barely stabilize his figure.

However, his left shoulder was obviously seriously injured, and the blood kept gushing out, staining the white practice clothes on his body red.

Seeing this, the man in the yellow shirt did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but pulled out a smoking black revolver from his waist and aimed at the owner...

The two faced each other again!

This fight was ups and downs, and it wasn't until the owner of the hall pulled back that the "audience" on the west chamber and the wall came back to their senses, and then there were applause one after another:

"Great! 'Yellow Shirt Gunner' Jia Zhengming is well-deserved of his reputation! This time, the owner of Huang Lao is in danger."

"Hey, the left-handed dart is the famous stunt of the old man Huang. Now that his left arm is crippled, let's see how he wins!"

"Hey, Huanglao's footwork is actually extremely restrained, even if the past gunslingers fired five bullets, they couldn't touch Huanglao's side... But this 'yellow shirt gunslinger' is a master of art." How bold to let Huang Lao get close to him, and shoot three times at close range... What a courage and courage.

"It is rumored that the 'Yellow Shirt Gunslinger' studied under the 'Desert Flying Eagle' Yan Sanxia, ​​and learned the opponent's 'Condor Gun Fighting Technique'..."

"Heh, Sanxia Yan is a master at refining the nine orifices. He is only one step away from reaching the realm of mana. How can he accept someone who has not even achieved true energy as his apprentice? This Jia Zhengming is at most his registered disciple."

"The Sand Snake Gang is also capable, and they can find such a master to challenge Huang Lao."

……

As all kinds of discussions came to his ears, Zhao Chen was a little dumbfounded, because this was a bit different from the knightly contest he imagined!

Is "American-style living and harmony" the mainstream painting style in this world?

Besides, there are even revolvers. The technology in this world doesn't seem to be as backward as I thought.

(End of this chapter)