Long live in the world

Chapter 1 Zuo Qianqiu

It has been almost half a year since Zuo Qianqiu came to this world, and he will be 80 years old in three days. This is a very special day.

He is now in the ancient plane, and there are few people in the past seventy years. Then he will live to be eighty years old, and he can hardly be called a human being.

"Uncle Zuo, be careful, there are still three days left, you have to slow down, take it easy..." Old Wen, the fish seller, saw Zuo Qianqiu standing under the willow tree, which was not far from the water's edge, and he was afraid that he would run over Playing in the water, hurried up to say hello.

This is a rickety old man with accumulated wrinkles on his face, but his skeleton is very tall. Even now that he is old, with his waist hooked, he looks half a head taller than Old Wen.

"Okay, okay, you go..." Zuo Qianqiu said slowly with a smile on his face, and his face collapsed when Lao Wen walked away.

"Goldfinger, system?!" Zuo Qianqiu shouted in a low voice, and a light screen appeared in front of him.

This is a light screen that no one else can see. There is nothing else on it, just a sentence: 'The system is starting up, please wait...'

Zuo Qianqiu had become a 79-year-old man when he first traveled through time. However, he was just a young man who had not graduated from college for a long time. Who could bear to become like this all of a sudden?

Fortunately, he later found out that he had obtained the system through time travel, so there might be a chance to change back, so he settled down.

However, the days passed day by day, half a year passed in a blink of an eye, and he was about to be 80 years old, and the cheat system was still being activated, which made him not in a hurry.

"Can you start it up quickly, don't wait for me to die of old age before you start it!" Zuo Qianqiu cursed in a low voice, seeing that the system didn't respond, he turned around helplessly.

Back to my big house, this is a garden, and it seems to have a long history. The square wall yard looks dusty, and the bamboo against the wall hangs low on the ground. There were some clicking sounds, and the old man was unbearable.

This mansion is the ancestral property of Zuo Qianqiu. According to his memory, it has a history of more than 300 years. It has been repaired and repaired over the years, but it can barely maintain its original appearance.

Back in the room, Zuo Qianqiu took out the medicinal wine from the foot of the bed, wiped it on his palms, and rubbed it together.

This body practiced iron sand palms when it was young, but in fact it didn’t produce any tricks. According to Zuo Qianqiu’s remaining memory, his iron sand palms could barely split a brick, of course not the kind of green bricks in his house, but It is an ordinary burnt brick.

But even so, the long-term practice has caused serious dark wounds on his palms. He can't suppress it when he is old, and the pain will be unbearable if he moves a little. Now he can only wipe the medicinal wine every day to relieve the pain.

Zuo Qianqiu has never practiced any internal skills, and from his memory, his kung fu is also a great master in the surrounding areas. From this, we can see that this world is not a martial arts plane, but an ordinary historical plane. Forget it, there is no master who can come and go.

"I only cared about the prestige when I was young. I didn't expect to suffer so much when I was old. If you didn't go to practice martial arts, but took a wife and gave birth to a bunch of children, now you are full of children and grandchildren. You don't need to guard such a big family alone. Isn’t your house not popular at all?” Zuo Wuji was nagging, after he traveled through time, he often couldn’t help but say something in his heart, not because he wanted to say it, but because his mouth moved when he couldn’t control it. Getting up is also one of the manifestations of aging.

Fortunately, he still has some restraint. Every time he talks about the system, he will hold back his words. As for other words, it doesn't matter if he is heard. After all, his grade is old, and ordinary people only think it is him Just gibberish.

Once he accidentally said something about making distilled liquor, which was overheard by his neighbor Zhang Fang. As a result, Zhang Fang told others that he was going to die, because only people who are going to die of old age can't help talking nonsense.

As a result, it has been more than three months since Zhang Fang spread the rumor, and he is still healthy, so Zhang Fang was fined a sum of money by the village.

After the medicinal wine was applied, Zuo Qianqiu slowly covered the lid of the wine jar, and then placed it at the foot of the bed.

It was getting dark outside, Zuo Qianqiu also planned to close the door and go to sleep.

Not long after Zuo Qianqiu closed his eyes and started snoring, some noises came from outside his house.

Only two clicks were heard, and the latch in the yard of his house fell to the ground, and two men in gray clothes with their heads covered walked in.

After they came in, they closed the door immediately, and then inserted the latch back.

"Be careful, don't make any noise..." one of the tall, thin men whispered, and the other nodded without making a sound.

The two of them came to the room next to Zuo Qianqiu, opened the window after entering the room, so that the moonlight outside could shine down, so they could see clearly.

"Hurry up and look for boxing records and gold, you know boxing records..." The tall and thin man directed another person to look for the bookcase, and he turned over the table by himself.

Another short and chubby man nodded when he heard this, "I know, how to write the boxing book Diquan, look for the word boxing, the two-character book..."

"No, what I asked you to look for is the iron sand palm cheat book, not the boxing manual. Only the iron sand palm cheat book is important in his family!" The tall and thin man waved his hand, and at the same time regretted why he didn't make it clear in advance before coming.

But he can't blame him completely for this matter, because he didn't know the specific details of this matter before today.

"I don't know how to write these five characters!" The short and fat man hesitated, "Then find the five characters in the book, and I will give it to you when I find it."

"Alright, hurry up..."

The two moved separately, but they were also very measured in finding things, and they didn't dare to mess things up too much. They took out a book and looked at it for a while, and put it back intact when they saw it was right.

After searching for a long time, the entire study room was searched. Neither of them found what they wanted, nor did they find anything valuable.

"What should I do? Could it be that there are no cheats left?" The short and fat man looked anxious.

The tall and thin man turned around twice, and didn't know what to do next, but he suddenly thought of something: "No, how could such an important thing as a secret book be kept in the study room, it must be kept close to him, let's go to his place The house." Speaking of this, he warned the short and fat man, "Let's talk about it first, let's look for it, you have to be careful, don't wake up the old man, otherwise we can only..."

He put his palm on the throat, slapped it fiercely, and said in a sinister tone, "...kill people to silence you."

"I know!"

The two left the study and entered the bedroom where Zuo Qianqiu slept.

(End of this chapter)