Waves of sound rang in his ears, and a damp wind blew in his face.
Qin Ze slowly opened his eyes, and in his field of vision was an endless blue sea.
At this time, he was on the beach of a small island, and the rising waves soaked his toes.
Qin Ze looked around and found that he was the only one.
Obviously, the breakthrough of the alien realm separated the hunters.
Sunshine, beach, waves, seabirds flying low... It was like a resort.
Qin Ze, who was ready to kill, suddenly had nowhere to put his hands.
Miss Jianxie looked at the vast and flat beach, and her creative soul was ready to move.
However, she did not forget that she was just an ordinary sword box, and she had been trying her best to control herself from showing her feet.
Qin Ze looked into the distance and squinted his eyes. The warm sunshine sprinkled on his face was very comfortable.
Compared with the doomsday alien realms he had experienced before, this place was simply a paradise on earth.
"So what is the trial? Just watching the scenery here?"
"Fly across this sea, and you will be able to break through to the ninth level of the warrior."
A familiar voice came from beside him, and Qin Ze couldn't help but stiffen.
He held his breath and slowly turned around, only to see Brother Yuanzi in white standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Boss?!"
Qin Ze was surprised and happy.
Familiar breath, familiar dress, familiar tone...
This is the first sword of the human race.
His teacher, his friend.
Yao Yuan faced him, his eyes full of tenderness: "You look so tired."
Qin Ze's eyes were red and his throat was tight.
Brother Yuanzi's words made his psychological defenses collapse.
From the moment he was resurrected by the World Tree, he didn't dare to slack off.
He didn't want to disappoint Brother Yuanzi, didn't want to disappoint his family, and didn't want to disappoint the human race.
He must keep getting stronger to prove that the chosen people of the human race are not waste.
The person that the human swordsman risked his life to protect was not a waste.
He no longer had anyone to rely on, and the only way to vent was to laugh and scold with his clones in the local area network.
Yes, it was really tiring.
Qin Ze's lips trembled for a long time before he finally spoke: "Boss, the prosperity of the human race is as you wish."
Yao Yuan said lightly: "But the prosperity needs someone to escort it."
Qin Ze gradually calmed down his excitement.
He knew that Brother Yuanzi in front of him was just a transformation of breaking through the alien realm, and the real first sword of the human race was still in the Hall of Stars.
Yao Yuan looked at the sea in the distance: "It's time to set off."
Qin Ze raised his hand and gently wiped the corner of his eyes: "You come with me?"
Yao Yuan nodded: "I'll go with you."
Qin Ze laughed: "Let's see who is faster!"
As he said that, Qin Ze stepped into the air, like a missile, and disappeared with a "teng", leaving only a trail on the sea.
Seeing this, Yao Yuan followed closely and disappeared into the vast sea.
…
“Cock-a-doodle-doo——”
It was just dawn, the light in the house was dim, and a big rooster was crowing outside.
The Taoist priest sat up from the bed and murmured, “I’m back in the Yin-Yang Temple.”
Before he could come to his senses, a curse came from the door.
“Stinky boy, the rooster has crowed three times, and you still don’t get up to practice!”
The Taoist priest instantly flashed outside the door and saw the hunched figure under the osmanthus tree.
"Master..."
The old Taoist priest, wearing a white training suit, turned around and said, "What does your sad face mean? I'm not dead yet, so you don't need to come and cry for me!"
The Taoist priest smiled, and the old Taoist priest waved his hand: "You might as well cry."
"Don't make excuses, come over and practice."
"You've been lazy all the time, how can I trust you to hand over the Yin-Yang Temple?"
The Taoist priest ran to the tree quickly: "I'll practice now!"
Once upon a time, the most annoying thing for the Taoist priest was to get up and practice every day when the rooster crowed.
No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, no matter it was windy or rainy, it was like this every day.
But now, the Taoist priest feels that practicing is a rare enjoyment.
He glanced at the master next to him, or the person who enjoyed his company.
The old Taoist took a bamboo stick and hit the Taoist's arm hard: "Didn't you eat? Raise your hand!"
The Taoist said helplessly: "Master, we haven't had breakfast yet."
Pa Pa Pa——
The old Taoist hit him a few more times with the bamboo stick: "You have learned to talk back, right?"
"Master, I was wrong."
"What was wrong?"
"The mistake was... I didn't raise my hand."
"Why didn't I raise it?"
"Because I didn't have breakfast."
"Stand still, you little brat!"
An old man and a young boy were circling under the tree, and the big rooster in the corner stretched its neck to watch.
...
"Too slow, you can go faster."
Patching on the edge, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with a stopwatchPeople were stunned for a long time.
He blurted out habitually: "This is my limit."
The middle-aged man put down the stopwatch and said: "The limit is to be broken."
Under the scorching sun, standing on the edge of the playground and paddling, I felt that my whole body was sweating, and even the sound of cicadas was very sleepy.
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Run another lap."
The edge paddling has the ability to start, and the 400-meter track can be completed in a lap almost in a "whoosh".
The middle-aged man looked at the stopwatch in his hand, and his eyebrows were full of disappointment.
"One second and six, still not one second."
Paddling on the edge, he leaned on his knees and panted.
He looked at his hands, white and slender, a pair of sixteen-year-old hands.
The middle-aged man looked at him and said, "You are the only one with talent in the family, and all family resources are leaning towards you."
"The elders hope that you can shoulder the future of the family, but I just hope that you can live well."
"Your talent is not outstanding, you just run fast, but running fast often allows you to survive."
"You must be faster, faster."
Bianbianhuashui felt his mouth dry and said with difficulty, "I know, Dad."
At this moment, Bianbianhuashui was sure that the alien world had brought him back to the summer when he was sixteen years old.
Whether it was the past, the present, or the future.
He did not have the courage to face that day.
...
In the study, a graceful woman held a ruler and looked at the boy in front of her with a serious face.
"Recite the Tao Te Ching once."
The scholar who had just been teleported into the alien world had not yet adapted.
He looked around and saw that it was the study in his memory.
"What are you doing? Recite the Tao Te Ching once!"
The woman's stern voice sounded in his ears again.
The scholar finally came back to his senses: "Yes, sir."
"The Tao that can be told is not the real Tao..."
After a long time, the woman nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad."
The scholar didn't understand why the alien world could shape the people and places in his memory.
Shouldn't breaking through the alien world be a battle of life and death?
"Now reviewing yesterday's homework... What's wrong with you today? Why are you dazed again?"
The scholar shook his head: "Sir, you have nothing to teach me anymore. What you can do, I can do."
The woman frowned: "Is this your attitude towards your teacher?"
The scholar then talked freely, the Four Books and Five Classics, the Analects of Confucius... He recited from beginning to end without missing a word.
The woman's expression became more serious: "You used your ability again."
The scholar snorted: "Why don't you use it if you have the ability?"
"Sir, today's class is over, and you don't have to come again in the future."
In the woman's angry eyes, the scholar pushed the door and left the study.
"I want to see what this alien world is doing."