Chapter 2 Reborn

Chapter 2, please support and beg for everything!!!

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The small black spot, like duckweed floating in the void, subconsciously, Kong reached out to pick it up with a tree.

As soon as the black light spot touched the skin of the palm, a sharp pain in the cone heart, with a cold breath, suddenly penetrated into his body, and his head banged, and Kong Yishu fainted with a scream.

In the darkness, the darkness was broken, and a golden light like a grain of rice broke through layers and stopped in a cloudy space.

The golden light, like tentacles, quickly spreads to the meridians of the tree, and the golden light makes the hole clearly visible with tree skin lines.

When I opened my eyes again, I was awakened by a burst of hunger. I covered my stomach and got up and found that I was lying in a dilapidated hut, on a wooden table full of wind and frost. Yaya lay there, and two faint tears were clearly visible. On the slender willow waist, there were two full moon-like rings hanging, all silvery white, setting off Yaya's pink. The winter clothes actually make Yaya show the temperament of a little fairy.

Shaking his head and lay down, he did not wake up Yaya. He closed his eyes and quietly listened to the stronger heartbeat. At this moment, he suddenly felt an illusion, a very real illusion.

He felt that although he was hungry, he was very strong, much more powerful than before he fainted, and his mind was calmer. He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were sharper, and the things in the cabin were clear, as if they were enlarged.

Inexplicably, the fist under the quilt suddenly clicked and crisply, which shocked Kong Yishu and woke up the sleeping Yaya.

"Brother Yishu, you are awake! Great, you're worried about Yaya. You don't know. Yaya cried, and Aunt Ling also cried.

Yaya raised the tree with slightly red eyes. She knew that the tree was weak and even the strength of her hands was carefully collected for fear of pinching the latter.

Kong Yishu could not hear what she said at this time. At this moment, he was completely shocked, clenching his fist repeatedly, and his unprecedented strength made him excited. An idea flashed repeatedly in his heart. Is this the feeling of power? It's so intoxicating. No wonder everyone wants to have power.

"Brother Yi Shu?"

Yaya Baiyu's little hand shook a few times in front of Kong Yishu, and suddenly panicked when she saw that Kong Yishu had no response.

"Is it that the spirit-eating fog will also destroy people's hearing and vision?" Yaya suddenly panicked and wanted to go out to call someone. Kong Yishu then reacted and pulled her and shouted, "Yaya, I'm fine. You go back to rest. I just thought about something."

"Is there really nothing wrong?" Yaya stared and looked at Kong Yishu. Seeing that the opposite eye was not only fine, but also more bright, she patted her chest with relief and said, "It's okay. Brother Shu, you don't know that yesterday's spirit-eating fog was so scary, but it made many people in the city sick? It seems that the disease has further expanded and mutated. You should be careful.

"Spirit-eating fog?" Kong Yishu was stunned when he heard the words. Is it the poisonous fog that devours the aura? However, at this time, his attention was all on himself, and he could not care so much about the outside world. He nodded and drove Yaya away.

Yaya stepped a few times in the courtyard and quickly left the hut. She seemed to be very eager, but also hummed happily.

Kong Yishu found some food and swallowed dates, and then quietly leaned against the wall and sat quietly with his eyes closed. He had to seize the time to find the changes in his body. The sudden power is full of unknown and mystery. Even if it is good for yourself, it is still reminiscent of people.

I don't know how much stronger the strong heartbeat is than before. The flowing blood and tight skin make him intoxicated.

This is power!

In my ear, I seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing, and my heart beat like a morning bell. In my mind, a little golden light slowly emerged, and it was so clear in the dark.

The root of the golden light is a golden light spot like a grain of rice, as if it were connected to your own heart and blood. When the light point gradually approached, it was found that it was a rune emitting golden light. The rune was more shocking than the so-called pen walking dragon snake.

The natural handwriting, the simple and desolate atmosphere, and the power of Jinrui made this little golden light combine little by little. When the golden light rune slowly compressed into a small golden ball, Kong opened his eyelids as if he woke up from a dream.

When he came to his senses, the uncontrollable ecstasy made him want to look up to the sky and roar. His blood boiled and his muscles and bones sounded together, sounded like fried beans.

I saw him jump down with the crisp sound of bone joints. He flipped in the air, landed steadily, and then pulled out a yellowed ancient book from the dilapidated bookshelf.

He vaguely remembered that in an ancient book he had read, there was a rough record of a fairy dream just now.

After turning over a book, he continued to read the second and third books. It was not until the tenth book opened to the end that he saw a vague picture. It was a picture of a man standing in the void with his hands behind his back. In the painting, a man who could not see his figure looked at the sky proudly and stepped on a sword light under his feet, which was the light of sword spirit.

Opening a page, that is, behind the picture, there is a sigh of envy.

"Born sword pills can swallow the sun and moonlight and leap thousands of miles into sword spirit. The ancients envied it. There are still strong golden elixirs, three flowers gathered at the top, green lotus qi, condensing sword pills become sword immortals, and sword pills have tricks..."

"Sword Pill...Sword Pill..."

Kong Yishu's eyes were shining, and there was a faint madness. After a long time, he closed the ancient books, and his excitement could not be calmed down for a long time.

In my mind, the scene of yesterday's black fog pressing the city emerged again, and there was a memory scene attached to Jianwan itself. It was a dark magic gas, devouring everything, as shocking as swallowing a huge mouth. The huge mouth repeatedly devoured the sword ball, and even occasionally the black strange giant hand patted out, but it was blocked by the endless sword light again and again by the sword pill, and then rushed out of the darkness and killed the devouring demon cloud all the way until it disappeared on him. In the spirit-eating fog, there seemed to be a faint black flame rushing into his body, and he didn't know where it disappeared.

"From now on, I will no longer be a weak poor scholar. I will practice and have strength."

Xianwu Shenzhou is a world that respects the strong and advocates force. Even in Nanzhou, which is full of countries, among tens of thousands of dynasties, there are many officials who are immortal martial arts. Poor literature and rich martial arts make literati and scholars have no place to stand.

Now, he also has the day to turn over and is qualified to stand in the world of immortal warriors and roar. How can he not be ecstatic?

When he finally calmed down, his mother came to see him. His mother Ling Ling, a member of the Ling family in Nanshui City, has also been reading poetry and books since childhood. Her father Kong Yizhi was greatly admired by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her gentle personality made Kong Yizhi marry into the house early. Since then, the husband and wife have been in love. After Kong Yishu, Kong Yizhi has never married a wife or concubine again.

"Yishu, don't be too bitter. Look at you, no one knows if you fainted. If Yaya hadn't tested her strength and then came to you, I'm afraid you would have frozen to death, which made my mother so sad." Ling Ling carried a basket with fruit and a few silk gowns. The white clothes were embroidered with ancient green fir trees, which was handsome and heroic.

"Mom knitted a gown for you. It's getting cold and you're in poor health. There are still a few thick clothes in it. Don't catch a cold. And eat more melons and fruits, which is good for your health..."

Ling Ling told her to leave reluctantly. The business of the clan is busy. She must work with her husband Kong Yizhi. Otherwise, if the business is poor, Kong Yishu will definitely be in a worse situation in the Kong family in the future. Thinking of this, she is full of energy every day.

Kong Yishu laughed dumbly, ate some fruit obediently, and went outside the house. It was cold and windy outside, but he still straightened his waist. This time, he was confident in his temperament.

Two steps opened, and the Xiuquan, which has been turning over the book all year round, began to rotate slowly, sometimes turning into palms, fingers and claws, flowing softly like water, sometimes strong and powerful, with straightforward crisp vigorous vibration.

After a set of punches, the messy footprints in the snow actually overlapped into a portrait, like a lion, but slightly dry and thin, with long and thin necks, and unclear faces.

"Sure enough, I haven't practiced for a year, my pace is much messy, and my moves have changed obscure." Kong Yishu sighed secretly. This set of boxing skills he accidentally learned from the book. This set of boxing techniques has the effect of strengthening the body and can also be used as martial arts. The strength is difficult to express in words, but the story of boxing is simple, and few people will learn it. Even some people who want to strengthen their bodies are too lazy to learn it.

This boxing is simple and lacks changes. The fingers and claws have changed very little. The boxing style is not strong or soft, and it is really not very useful for practice.

But Kong Yishu doesn't think so. Although the books he read are not as good as those real scholars who have been studying hard for ten years, he can also see that this boxing seems simple and useless, with few moves and stiff changes, but it hides some big changes that are difficult to find without learning.

"If I can master this boxing, the pattern below should tell me the mystery of this boxing."