Chapter 142 Tools of Resistance
In the deepest dream, Anjing walked into the hazy street and saw a familiar martial arts gym.
He remembered that he had practiced martial arts enthusiastically for some reasons in his previous life, until the turbulent world became peaceful again, until the wasteland-like world became prosperous again.
Until his death, he never stopped chasing Wu.
Recalling these youthful and energetic events is like cutting an onion head-on. Most people will subconsciously lower their eyes, unwilling to look at the glorious years of the past.
But Anjing in the dream faced all this.
Perhaps it was because he had never regretted his dream, or perhaps it was because he was still young until his death.
Following the winding path in the dreamland and arriving in front of the martial arts gym, Anjing looked up at its slightly old plaque.
【Qiao's Martial Arts School】
Over the years, he spent many days and nights here in the wasteland baked by the blazing sun. Under the guidance of an old master, he waved his fists and stood as straight as a tree. loose.
——What a pity, your body... Jingxuan, if you have a healthy body, you must...
Even after that, he experienced many tragic battlefields as a mercenary, but what An Jing remembered most was not the sweat he shed, the fighting on the battlefield, the blood and gunpowder smoke, but the blood and smoke coming from his internal organs. The pain, and the Master's sigh.
The martial arts school disappeared.
A red sun sets in the west, and there is a wheelchair at the front of the cliff near the sea.
In a wheelchair, a man with a tall frame, but withered skin and white hair was slowly getting up.
He was not old, he was just declining due to illness, but this man who had to rely on a wheelchair even to move, stood on the cliff, facing the sunset, with his back to Anjing, holding a stake, and slowly started a set of punches.
It was obviously just a set of punches, but An Jing could feel a powerful force as powerful as the sea waves. When the man swung forward for the last time, the clouds in the sky seemed to be burning, and the water in the sea was shaking. The mountains of the earth shook.
But after this punch, all the power disappeared. This is just an illusion, just a set of slow punches performed by a patient. It is so ordinary that any ordinary person can punch it at will as long as he learns it.
And this was the last punch the man threw. He was terminally ill and there was no cure.
This practitioner of martial arts eventually died in this world without miracles.
He has no regrets. With his junior brothers and friends by his side, it was his destiny to die at this moment. He had tried his best to resist, and even the most brutal unified battlefield could not kill him.
Even if no miracle happened in the end, his life would not be considered a failure.
Even if it was true that there was reincarnation and the next life after death, he didn't care about living another life.
He only cares about whether he will still have that kind of persistence in his next life, a person who is neither himself nor himself.
Are you...still practicing martial arts?
Still...resisting.
Resistance, the [destiny] that has existed since birth!
Wu……
Wu!
The martial arts hall disappeared, the cliff in front of the sunset disappeared, everything disappeared, and An Jing's dream turned into absolute darkness.
And in the darkness, a doubt emerged.
——Do I love martial arts?
What exactly is martial arts to me?
Wu……
Wu is...
【Tools of Resistance】
Frail human beings simply cannot resist the malice of this world. Whether it is storms, earthquakes, hail, wars or incurable diseases, even if it is just the malice of most people, they can only escape as long as they are faced with it.
But if you use tools.
If you have wisdom.
If 'Wu' can really strengthen himself.
So even in the face of all this irresistibility, people can still resist.
Natural disaster, human country, human society.
In this world, in politics, there is strength in numbers. Whether it's a demon or a demon sect, a big star or a disaster, any monster, anything...even if it's fate.
Even the whole world.
Even if it is [correct].
I can resist.
——So martial arts are tools? An Jing asked.
[Martial arts is just a tool to become stronger] A voice said.
[Martial arts can be the embodiment of struggle] A voice said.
[Wu can make himself and his surroundings better] A voice said.
[Martial arts allows you to explore more unknowns] A voice said.
These are very, very good...
But for me, Wu...
【Martial arts is the power of resistance】
I can resist tyranny, overthrow the evil world, and have the power to say no to any imposed will. No matter who it is, no matter what, it cannot affect me.
Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, even if it is destiny, fate...
In the dream, An Jing took a step forward.
He clenched his fists and tightened his grip on his sword.
In reality, An Jing woke up from her dream.
He squeezed the blood energy, and a real bloody sword and gun appeared out of thin air. The scorching hot blade cut through the thick ice and snow in front of him, creating a big hole leading to the outside world!
Bang, the heat rises, and Anjing walks out of the ice and snow.
This is a cave buried in ice and snow. The inside and outside of the cave are blocked by frozen snow, and there are only a few small holes for ventilation.
The temperature in the cave was quite suitable for warriors, but An Jing's eyelashes still had tiny ice crystals condensed on them.
"It's still so cold."
Ever since he killed the evil demon and came all the way to the vicinity of Kanming City, Anjing has been hiding in an unknown cave near the big city.
Until today.
This is out of an abundance of caution.
An Jing is very aware of the influence of the Tianyi Demon Sect in the northwest region. Even though on the surface the Dachen Court is still the ruler of this area, who knows how many of them are secret culprits of the Demon Sect?
Maybe the guardian grandmaster of Kanming City is also a member of the Demon Sect!
After escaping the pursuit of the Demon Cult, An Jing hid directly in the mountains and found a small cave to hide, preparing to change his clothes and disguise before entering the city after the limelight passed.
Because Anjing can travel to Tianyuan Realm to buy supplies, food and drinking water are easy to solve.
Not to mention that An Jing bought a batch of canned meat from the beginning. As long as the snow water was melted, it would be enough for him to last for a month.
As for changing your wardrobe, it’s actually not that difficult.
An Jing had mastered the technique of changing his own temperament by changing the frequency of spiritual energy in the Tianyuan world.
Now that he had switched the blood-evil aura of his destiny to the temperament of Taibai Haoling Shenjin, he instantly changed from a vicious young man with a murderous body to a handsome young man who was astonishing at first sight.
As long as he puts on the slightly modified ancient costume used for role-playing in the Tianyuan world, according to An Jing's own experience as a native of the Huaixu world, he can at best think of him as a rich young master from other places.
As for the Tianyuan world, An Jing also avoided the limelight, changed his spiritual energy fluctuations, and sneaked out of the city.
Outside the city, he did not immediately look for people he knew. Instead, he relied on his registered city entry permit to hang out in remote villages and towns in Fuchenyuan, collecting information about Xuanye City, and learned about the black market incident. the final result.
Not all the staff of the Xuandu black market were raided and arrested by the Supervisory Bureau. Master Qingshui of the Xuandu Group rescued some of the core staff and some lucky stores and customers, and left Xuanye City.
With these personal and material evidences, the Xuandu Group and the Luofu Group, the local overlord of Xuanye City, launched a public opinion war and confrontation that is still ongoing.
(End of chapter)