I use my martial arts to smash the planet

Chapter 1 Who would stare at their own tombstone?
  The spring thunder begins.

Everything is astonishing.

A thunder in the night seemed to wake up the world from its deep sleep. After the long winter's bitter wind and snow, the world was finally filled with the brightness of spring.

Panlongshan Cemetery.

In early spring, there is a bit of chilliness in the green mountains far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Above the sky, there are gray clouds piled up, the sky and the earth are empty, and a spring rain washes the cold scenery of the mountains.

"Clap clap..."

The hazy drizzle beat on the umbrella, playing a leisurely melody.

In the movement of the sky, the world seemed to become more ethereal and quiet.

A middle-aged man squatted down. He was wearing a navy blue coat. He was about forty years old. There was still a bit of youthful handsomeness in his appearance. He was carefully cleaning and wiping the tombstone in front of him with white wine.

On the left arm of the navy blue coat, there is a shield-shaped armband embroidered on a white background. On the golden olive branch, there are silver sword patterns crossing each other, which is quite exquisite. This is the logo of the Supervision Bureau.

Ye Tingxu held a black umbrella and stood silently behind him.

The big black umbrella blocked the continuous cold rain, but some of it was accompanied by the breeze, blowing on their clothes.

Wait to be wiped clean.

The man put the wine bottle aside and slowly wiped the inscription with his rough hands. The words carved on the tombstone were so familiar.

Over the past many years, it has been deeply etched in his mind.

[First examine the tomb of my grandfather Qin Gong Youchi]

【Born in April 2012】

[So in July 2066]

[The filial man Qin Yao stands in honor]

The man squinted his eyes slightly, sighed softly, and then sat down directly on the wet ground beside him. The rain on the ground moistened his trousers, but he didn't care.

He leaned against the tombstone, and his thin body immediately relaxed, as if there was still some warmth belonging to his father on the cold tombstone.

Qin Yao slowly took out the cigarette case from his coat pocket with his right hand, lit a cigarette quietly, and looked at the sky in the distance with a hint of fatigue on his calm face.

His gaze was very profound.

But when you look closely, you can see that his left eye has no luster, and there are some subtle scars around the eye socket.

Ye Tingxu held the handle of the umbrella. His hand was very steady and did not waver in the wind, preventing a drop of rain from falling on the man's shoulder.

"call."

Qin Yao gently blew out a smoke ring and glanced at the young man standing tall and tall under the gloomy sky.

"Tingxu, please pay homage to your Grandpa Qin."

Qin Yao's lips curled up slightly and he said warmly.

In the midst of the smoke, the man's eyebrows showed a bit of sadness and remembrance.

"Yes, Uncle Qin."

Hearing his voice, the silent young man behind him responded in a low voice.

Ye Tingxu put his umbrella aside and stood in front of the tombstone. The drizzle quickly wetted the ends of his hair, and the words of the inscription were reflected in his dark pupils.

Suddenly.

A huge surge of sadness surged out crazily, as if it wanted to devour his soul.

The young man tried not to show any abnormality, but the young man's cheeks still couldn't help but have a touch of paleness, and the hands exposed outside his sleeves also trembled slightly.

He pursed his lips and murmured in his heart:

"Youchi..."

"I am back."

……

Who would gaze at their own tombstone?
  In his memory, the childish appearance of his younger brother Youchi was clearly so vivid, and his naughty and lively voice could even echo in his ears.

At that time, Youchi was only eleven years old.

But just in the blink of an eye, he woke up from another body and encountered such an incredible fate.

Ye Tingxu looked at the empty and short inscription on the other side of the tombstone, his heart felt empty, and he felt a stab of pain from time to time.

[The tomb of his beloved son Qin Huai]

【生于2001年12月21日】    【殁于2023年11月3日】

[When my father was Qin Mu, my mother Xu Wen stood up in tears]

"I am dead."

He realized clearly.

Even now, he still doesn't know what happened, but everything he sees tells him... Qin Huai's life came to an end decades ago.

And when his consciousness woke up again, he was no longer Qin Huai, but now...Ye Tingxu.

Just like reincarnation in myths and legends, during these years, Ye Tingxu would always touch the silhouettes of some memories in his dreams. Those broken memories were chaotic and vague.

Until the past two months, such dreams have become more and more frequent, and those memories have begun to become clearer.

The long river of time flows endlessly.

This year, Ye Tingxu was 17 years old.

This year, the world has just entered 2077.

His younger brother Qin Youchi died ten years ago at the age of fifty-four. As for his parents and grandparents... they were reduced to dust of the times during the earth-shaking changes decades ago.

Memories of the past swept in like a tide, leaving Ye Tingxu breathless.

suddenly--

"Tingxu, it's time for us to leave."

Qin Yao's voice interrupted Ye Tingxu's thoughts.

Ye Tingxu raised his eyes and looked up.

Through the thin line of rain, I saw other worshipers in the cemetery walking down the stairs one by one. They were wearing dark clothes, like withered butterflies, with the mountains behind them reflected. The cold color gives it a sense of sadness and solemnity.

"It's almost time for the vehicle to return." Qin Yao said, "Although the military allows us citizens to worship this month and provides convenience, it has always strictly controlled the time."

After speaking, he shook his head and sighed: "If it weren't for the establishment of a military base near Panlong Mountain, this cemetery would have been destroyed by monsters long ago. It is already rare to have such an opportunity."

"I know, Uncle Qin."

Ye Tingxu nodded slightly.

He glanced back at the tombstone again, his eyes twinkling, three points of darkness intertwined with seven points of light, just like the flickering stars, silently bidding farewell to his past.

After simply clearing up his chaotic thoughts, Ye Tingxu set off to follow Qin Yao.

Outside the gate of the cemetery, there is a small square, where black-painted buses are parked.

Ye Tingxu and Qin Yao lined up to board the bus.

Completely different from the ordinary outside, the interior of the bus has a rather simple and luxurious charm. The lights are like daylight and the dark brown sofa seats are extremely comfortable. As soon as you sit down, you feel relieved.

The strange thing is——

These buses have a fully enclosed structure from the outside, with no glass at all to see the outside world.

But inside, there are car windows, and the various scenery outside can be clearly seen.

"This bus is made of D-class alloy 'Yuejin' as its main structure. The surrounding body is entirely covered with E-class alloy 'blue-grained steel' armor. The cost is high."

"In order to improve the integrity of the car body, the windows shown inside are all made of a large screen to 100% simulate the effect of glass windows. There is almost no difference visible to the naked eye."

Qin Yao looked around and whispered: "Panlong Mountain is relatively remote from the urban area of ​​Jiangchuan City. There may be monster attacks on the way. Only in this way can the basic safety of vehicles on the way be guaranteed."

"When the convoy sets off, the military will probably arrange for warriors to accompany us to avoid any accidents."

When he mentioned the military, he couldn't help but show a hint of pride and yearning.

Although many years ago, Qin Yao lost an eye during the war and retired from the army due to disability. He transferred from the Eighth Army of the Zhenbei Corps to the Jiangchuan City Supervision Bureau, but for him, the one who has a greater sense of identity is his past. "Soldier" status.

"Musha……"

Ye Tingxu looked at the scenery outside the window, feeling slightly absent-minded.

Although in terms of Qin Huai's life, he once lived in such a peaceful era, at least in a peaceful country, but... such peace ceased to exist a long, long time ago.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

At first, everyone thought it was just a change in climate.

But as disasters ensued, animals and plants mutated and grew contrary to common sense. A monstrous change swept the entire earth in a very short period of time.

And the history of mankind...

From then on, it headed towards a completely unknown trajectory.

　New book sets sail, rush!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)