Infinite World Projection

"However, judging from my current state, Liu Changsong and they may not be much better at this moment..."

Sitting on the head of the bed, thinking about what happened since entering the world, Chen Changming shook his head secretly, and the thought flashed in his heart.

The rules of this world are overbearing, and it is aimed not only at him, but to all the apostles who entered this world this time.

He is not the only one who has been treated with that burning fire.

Taking Liu Changsong's cultivation as an example, most of you can feel this feeling.

I just don't know what happened to him now.

Death is unlikely.

At the level of Chen Changming, as long as it is decisive enough, it is unlikely that it will fall under the road fire.

It was after Dao Huo burned, if it was bad enough, there might be a danger of falling.

After all, this world is not very safe.

Judging from the situation of Fang Cai, it is obvious that danger is everywhere.

Those ordinary apostles are not very good.

At least, most of what they have prepared is probably not used.

The rules of this world are completely different from other worlds, and they are too exclusive.

Those space pockets that originate from other worlds, or some other space devices that can store items, are mostly useless in this world.

In this way, most of the preparations made by the apostles were thus abandoned.

Thinking of the crazy buying scene in the infinite space before, and thinking about the dilemma that the space bag can't use now, Chen Changming couldn't help shaking his head and silently mourned for them.

Compared with these people, his situation is better.

At least he did not put things in other storage devices, but directly in the source of his breath.

The source was developed by himself, although it is also rejected by the rules of this world, at least belongs to himself, and it can still be used reluctantly.

So he can still get what he wants to prepare.

But then again.

Judging by the unique rules of this world, even if he takes those things out, it is estimated that many of them will not be used.

At least some gadgets related to the Taoist **** pattern, some magical tools, etc., are definitely not available.

Make sure to take one bad one.

At this point, Chen Changming couldn't help shaking his head secretly. At this time, he didn't know what to say.

It can only be said that the urgent task is worthy of being an urgent task. It hasn't done anything yet. Just entered the world and ate such a big loss.

After that, I don't know what is waiting in front.

The next day, Song San went out to weed as always.

Then he was caught and questioned.

Amidst a vast building, Song San followed a aging old man and walked here a little anxiously.

"Relax."

It seemed to feel the tension of Song San. The old man smiled: "You are also a member of my Song family. Although it is only a distant house, it is also regarded as our relative. To a certain extent, it can also be said to be your home."

"Since I'm back home, what's so nervous about?"

"Yes."

Song San smiled on his face and responded quickly.

Of course he was nervous.

If it is okay to just come here, but at this moment there is a ghost in his heart, how could he not be nervous?

Whether it was the corpse in red before or the fairy in white in his house, it was a secret that could not be said.

It would be strange if he was not nervous.

Fortunately, his identity at the moment is a country gangster. It is normal for him to feel nervous when he comes to such a prosperous place for the first time.

There was no doubt about the people around, just one by one, watching Song San's eyes with some contempt.

Song San did not care.

From a young age to a big one, he saw much more similar eyes.

This year, civilians like him want to come forward, let alone say, the ability to resist pressure must be stronger, otherwise they will abandon themselves.

Walking all the way in, Song San came to a small room.

In the room, a majestic old man was sitting there, wearing a purple robe.

"Your name is Song San?"

He looked at Song San from outside, his eyes very sharp.

"Yes Yes....."

Watched by the old man's eyes, Song San appeared to stammer and seemed a little nervous.

The old man didn't care, and his eyes continued to stare at him: "You know, last night, everyone except you in your village died!"

"Ah...this..."

Song San was taken aback and looked shocked.

Of course, this look is not completely pretended.

Although he was somewhat mentally prepared, he did not expect that the ending would be so miserable.

I want to come last night, if Chen Changming didn't shoot, his end will be the same, dying in the hands of the red woman last night.

At this point in his thoughts, he was afraid of something in his heart and was also fortunate.

"Tell me, what the **** happened?"

The old man's eyes were sharp, and he asked Song San after opening his mouth.

"I do not know........"

Song San shook his head blankly: "It is said that after the completion of the work, a group of people came out to sing for free, so many people watched it in the past..."

"I didn't pass because I was not feeling well."

"What does that troupe look like?"

The old man's face changed, and it seemed to remind him of something. He hurriedly asked, "Who is in there?"

"A middle-aged man who looks very elegant, like a scholar, and a woman who looks pretty in red..."

Song San recalled it, and then spread his hands: "As for more, I don't know."

"On these two, I also accidentally saw it when I went out to work during the day..."

"it is good."

The old man nodded and continued to ask a few questions.

Song San answered them one by one, looking very cooperative.

Then the old man hurried away, looking like this, a very anxious look.

Song San is the only place left, and there is another old man.

"Little boy, how old are you this year?"

Looking at Song San, another old man asked kindly with a kind smile on his face.

"The kid is seventeen this year..."

Song San was alert and still had a smile on his face, a silly look.

"Seventeen, it's just right at age..."

The old man thought for a while and then nodded: "Are you interested in studying martial arts at home?"

"This time, the owner of the family ordered that if it is appropriate, it can be compensated appropriately."

He said, adding: "If you are still seventeen, you can enter the Wutang where you can practice martial arts."

Song San subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he refrained.

This is not common sense.

Being able to return to the family in a leap from the countryside and practice martial arts in the family martial arts hall will never be rejected by anyone.

If he hurriedly refused, it might be suspicious.

So he still resisted the instinct of refusing in his heart, smiled at the old man, and showed gratitude on his face: "It is natural to be able to enter Wutang, the kid is happy."

"I still hope that the elders will take care of me..."

"Where...Where..."

Seeing this response from Song San, the old man did not find it strange, but just smiled.

Time passed slowly.

After being called once, the Song family didn't seem to doubt anything about Song San. Not only did he not investigate him, but instead gave him some benefits, he was admitted to Wutang Middle School.

This is a rare and good thing for an ordinary family.

But for Song San, it was more troublesome.

Before that, he could practice the method given by Chen Changming with peace of mind, but now, after entering the Song family, he will be more cautious even if he practices in the future.

"In fact, this is a good thing."

After listening to Song San's remarks, Chen Changming slowly opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Do you think to practice, just hide in a place and just practice hard?"

"Isn't that the case?"

Song San looked at Chen Changming with some doubts, with some puzzled eyes.

"Of course not."

Chen Changming shook his head: "Like mortals, if you want to practice better, you will have wealth and various treasures to assist you."

"Of course, you are still early, not to that extent, but at least the daily consumption of food and drink is indispensable."

"As far as you are now, eating the wheat rice every day, it's good to fill up your stomach, and want to practice?"

"Just practice like this, it is unclear whether you can practice too much, but most of your blood will be hollowed out."

"What about then?"

Song San stopped his movements and listened carefully.

"Eat meat."

Chen Changming said lightly: "Eating meat and supplementing qi and blood can support your martial arts consumption."

"Originally, I was going to let you go hunting for a while, but now that someone is willing to support your spiritual consumption, why not do it?"

"By the way, it happened to help me do something."

He spoke softly, saying so.

"what's up."

Song San's complexion suddenly became solemn: "What did Master tell you to do, even if the Taoist crushes his bones, it will be completed."

"Not so exaggerated."

Chen Changming shook his head: "After you go there to practice martial arts, remember to write down the martial arts skills there and come back and tell me."

"what?"

Song Sanyi froze: "With Master's cultivation practice, what is the use of ordinary martial arts?"

Although he did not know the specific cultivation practice of Chen Changming, but from the point of view of the death of the red-clothed corpse with his previous instructions, he knew that it was absolutely a great character.

Moreover, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The copy of Chen Changming's method is extremely exquisite. In his view, the Song family's martial arts are absolutely incomparable.

"For reference."

Chen Changming shook his head: "Although it is not advanced, but it can be used as a reference..."

"For reference..."

Song San touched his head and then made up his mind.

"Master wait a moment..."

He walked aside, looked around, and finally found something.

It was a golden book woven by gold wire, which looked very beautiful, with light writing on it.

One by one mysterious text appeared on it, as if engraved on it, it could not be washed at all.

In Chen Changming's eyes, the lines of text are constantly flying, as if the avenue to the texture, reflecting the mystery between heaven and earth, incomparably mysterious and mysterious.