Just when Zhao Boduan ordered his return, Qianyue, who was washing clothes, suddenly lit up his eyes, and he suddenly turned from a dim stone room with only oil lamps to his modern bedroom.

Looking around, she found that the wooden tables here and the pink paintings hanging on the walls were exactly the same as they were a year ago. The computer that was open still showed unfinished documents, which were the novels she was writing.

"I'm back to Earth? Hahaha." Qianyue held her head with her hands, jumped up excitedly, crying and screaming.

"Wait, maybe I have lived in the world of the Condor Heroes for a year, it's just a dream." Qianyue looked at the bedroom without any change and suddenly thought. At this time, she felt that her hair was wet and some water droplets dripped on her face.

When she looked down, she found that she was wearing a white long gown with several black footprints on it, as if a dog had printed her dirty paws on her clothes, which was very dazzling.

Qianyue lifted up the long robe, observed for a while, and confirmed that it was not her own clothes, but rather it looked like the ancient white clothes worn by Xiaolongnu.

"It seems that I have really traveled through time. Then the martial arts I practiced in the ancient tomb eating honey every day and sleeping in the cold jade bed is indeed true!" She found a plate of needles from a drawer, pinched three sewing needles, waved her right hand, and the three cold stars penetrated deeply into the wooden door three meters away, revealing only half of her body.

"Wow, I really learned martial arts. If anyone dares to bully me in the future, I will use sewing needles to serve him." Qianyue smiled so hard that her eyes turned into crescent moons. "By the way, isn't the plot of the Condor Heroes still more than twenty years? Why is it over one year? It's really strange."

After thinking about it for a while, Qianyue, who didn't think of it, said: "No matter what, a year is better than more than twenty years. It would be better to kill me and come out early if I had to wash clothes in the dark and narrow ancient tomb."

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In the woodshed that was as wide as a football field, Zeng Hansong, who was chopping wood, felt that his eyes were dark and the environment in front of him had undergone earth-shaking changes.

From time to time, there are wood like a hill in front of me, but a monitor showing dozens of camera images; there are no longer high beams on my head, but white ceilings, and the energy-saving lamps pinned to it emit a soft white light.

All of this has not changed, which made Zeng Hansong feel that he had just had a very real dream, dreaming that he had traveled to the world of the Condor Heroes and split firewood for a year.

"Hey, why are there so many calluses? Am I dreaming?" Zeng Hansong felt something was going on in his hand. He looked down and found an axe in his hand. He threw the axe down, looked at the thick calluses on his palm, and said in disbelief.

"Clang" At this time, the iron door was pushed open with force and hit the wall, making a deafening sound. Zeng Hansong turned his head and saw his colleague Jiang Ming entering the door with a bunch of snacks.

"Zeng Hansong, why are you here? Where did you go last night? Why did you have an axe on the ground? It's so strange. The important thing is that the supervisor didn't see you when he was patrolling yesterday, and he couldn't even call your phone, so he got a lot of fire. He didn't see you during the day today. During dinner, he threatened to deduct half of your salary." Jiang Ming, a strong figure, was stunned when he saw Zeng Hansong standing in the monitoring room.

"I... disappeared for a day?" Zeng Hansong asked with a puzzled look. The surprise and fear in his heart filled his mind, making him stutter.

What was surprising was that the year in the martial arts world was indeed a day in reality, and I also learned real martial arts; what was afraid of was how powerful aliens or gods who could do such incredible things should be, and I seemed to be unable to escape from its palms.

"You are not drinking and playing with women, and you are confused? Of course, it's one day. If you don't come back in two days, you will definitely be fired. Which place you go to have a good place to play, the salary of at least one month should be gone." Jiang Ming said with a smile, with a smile on his face that men know the meaning.

"You said it's not bad at all. The consumption there is very high. It takes a month's salary for this little time. Let's not talk about it. I just went to the monitoring room to see you tonight. Now my sleepiness is coming up. I'm up tomorrow and wait for the supervisor to be scolded." Zeng Hansong turned his mind and thought that the next time travel will be one month later. The current job can be continued, and he must also sort out his thoughts.

He quietly picked up the axe and Zeng Hansong left the monitoring room, walking on the markings formed by the interweaving darkness and lights, constantly thinking about the dreamlike travel in his heart, his pace getting slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of a camphor tree as thick as a bucket.

He works as a security guard in a high-end community, and the greening work in this community is done well. The garden in the center of the community is like a small park with flowers, plants and trees. However, they are not precious trees, they are all common camphor trees, Paulownia and the like.

Zeng Hansong cut firewood for a year in Quanzhen Sect. Of course, he did not have the most advanced martial arts in the sect, but he learned some ordinary low-level martial arts, such as the Quanzhenxin method in the first stage, the basic sword technique and the Jinyan Gong.

After looking around, Zeng Hansong found that there was no trace of people in this remote place, which was a good place to do experiments. He carefully walked around the shadow behind the camphor tree just to avoid the camera that might be photographing here, and no one could see it.

He moved the shallow internal force in his dantian like a loach, carried it to his right palm, and slapped it on the tree.

With a muffled "bang", the camphor tree as thick as a bucket seemed to shake violently for a few times. The green camphor leaves fell down, like a rain of leaves. There was a palm print on the tree, which was one centimeter deep. The broken bark exuded a strong camphor smell of the camphor tree, and a little juice appeared on the edge of the palm print.

Looking at the result of a palm, Zeng Hansong was surprised and excited. His heart was pounding violently, like a violently rotating motor, and he could not hold back. This palm probably had a force of seven or eight hundred kilograms. If it hit a person, the bones would definitely be as fragile as chopsticks.

"The effect of this internal force is really amazing. In the past, my palm could only make the camphor tree sway gently a few times, but the basic palm technique is so powerful, so light skills..." Zeng Hansong could no longer resist the impulse, and immediately used the Jinyan Gong to jump up with all his strength.

Zeng Hansong felt like he had turned into a flea. With his feet bounced, his figure suddenly rose high. Seeing a very thick tree trunk appearing in front of him, he couldn't help but reach out to grab it and hang his body in the air. He looked down and guessed that he had risen more than two meters, and took a breath: he broke Guinness's record.

"When I was in Quanzhen Sect, everyone was able to do martial arts, and I didn't think that my humble martial arts were like. This time, this inconspicuous martial arts was too powerful." Zeng Hansong thought to himself, and it was estimated that he would be very relaxed to pick twenty of himself from the past.

After letting go of his hand, he landed lightly on the ground, like a cat, completely unaffected by the impact. In order not to leave any traces, he picked up the axe and cut off the fresh palm print. He walked slowly back to the dormitory without turning on the light. He threw the axe under the bed, sat heavily on the bed, immersed in the dark room and thought.

"I'd better tell the company commander about such a magical time travel." Zeng Hansong thought.

He had just retired from the army and the blood in his blood vessels had not yet cooled down. When he thought that there were many more people in society who had learned real martial arts like himself, they might cause great chaos in society. He was impulsive and decided to report it to the government.

Zeng Hansong took out his cell phone, flipped into the company commander's number, and dialed it with his fingers tremblingly.

After a few "beep" sounds, the old company commander's care voice came from the microphone: "Xiao Zeng, why did you call me today? Have you found a job?"

"Company Commander, I have found an easy job, but I have one thing to report to you. A very serious matter is related to the security and stability of our society." Zeng Hansong took a deep breath, no longer thinking about the possible punishment he might have received, and said loudly.

"Xiao Zeng, you are not a soldier now. If you discover a criminal case, you should report the case to the Public Security Bureau. The army will not pay attention to it." The company commander's voice became serious and he said.

"This is not a criminal case, but me...I..." Zeng Hansong found that he could not speak the word "traveling through the martial arts world". He disappeared without a trace as soon as he reached his mouth, as if he was caught in a mysterious spell.

"What's wrong with you, Xiao Zeng? He stuttered, tell me the matter out and let me listen." The company commander's puzzled voice came from the microphone.

"I'm joking with the company commander. What I want to tell you is that I have found a job." Zeng Hansong tried several times, and his forehead was sweating, but his throat seemed to be blocked by stones. He still couldn't say the word "traveling through the martial arts world", so he had to give up.

"Good boy, if you find a job, you will use the company commander for entertainment and punish you for running 10,000 meters." The company commander laughed happily.

After talking for a while, Zeng Hansong hung up the phone, staring at the silver-gray watch on his left hand, feeling very frightened, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He thought that the mysterious thing had to be afraid that people like him would return to reality, and it turned out that he could not reveal any information.

"Traveling through the world of martial arts." Zeng Hansong suddenly said, but he still didn't say it this time. There was only his own heavy breathing in the quiet dormitory. Turning on the light, he found paper and pen, and wanted to write those six words, but found that he could not write it on the paper.

After trying various methods, "traveling through the martial arts world" still cannot be said and written, and Zeng Hansong had to give up.

Lying on the bed, he thought about the modern people he had met in the world of the Condor Heroes, and suddenly found that his memory of them was very vague. He only knew that there were seven men and two women among the other nine people. He could not remember the other names and appearances.

"It's really weird. The technology on this watch is too high. It's definitely not made on earth. It's better that those people won't remember their appearance and they are much safer." Zeng Hansong thought to himself.

He stared at the dark ceiling. Since it was not that he did not report to the government, but that he could not report it, he no longer thought about this matter. He was worthy of his heart!

Now he was thinking about how to make himself rich. This damn boring job is no longer what he should do. With his master's skills, even twenty or thirty police officers are not afraid, as long as he has a detailed plan.

And he can break through the seemingly impossible places of ordinary people, such as climbing up a high-rise building with bare hands, etc., so it will be even more difficult for the police to solve the case. Thinking of this, Zeng Hansong sat up and started planning on paper.

Whether these people who have returned from the martial arts world choose to live a peaceful life or choose to use the martial arts they have learned to gain wealth, the land of China, which has lost its internal strength for a long time, finally ushered in real warriors again, and the world has begun to become different.
Chapter completed!