“Welcome back.”

A majestic and cold voice sounded in my ears, but there was no white dragon behind the water curtain. Instead, there was a handsome and handsome scholar in white. Jia Liyu was about to look carefully. The scholar in white waved his sleeves and transformed into the arrogant white dragon again.

"When will it be next time?" Jia Liyu asked in a panic as before when she first saw Bailong.

"Can't wait to see them again?"

"There are two more tasks..." Jariyu paused, "not completed."

"This mission was completed better than I thought. You should have noticed the reason, so I don't need to say more. As for next time," Bailong laughed as if he was unclear: "Of course it's at the right time."

Jialiyu was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and asked, "Then can I go back now?"

"Of course." Bailong stopped talking to Jialiyu anymore, turned around and flew away, and his voice rumbling: "Go back to that stone."

Jialiyu turned around and walked towards the huge rock as he spoke, then lay on it, slowly closing his eyes, without any special feeling. When his eyes opened, he had already returned to his bedroom and was lying on the bed.

"Come back?" Jialiyu let out a long breath and stared at the ceiling in a daze, feeling in a complicated mood. After all, this experience has completely subverted his view of the universe.

Lying on the bed for a while, Jia Liyu first lifted the quilt and sat up, looking at the desk opposite, feeling like a different life. Then he thought of a very critical question, what time is now, what month and what time is it?

Jia Liyu reached out to grab the watch, looking at the time displayed on it, and was shocked and relieved:

Sunday, February 23, 7:30 am.

In other words, if you spend so long in the The Legend of the Condor Heroes world, you will only have a short night in the real world, and it is like having a dream.

"Dream?" Jia Liyu suddenly hesitated when he thought of this: "Is it really a dream?" He put back his watch, sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating, calming his spirit, and absorbing his energy. After a while, the true qi in the dantian condensed into a heat flow and began to walk through the eight extraordinary meridians. After the true qi wandered for a week, Jia Liyu made a move to "Guan Gong caress his beard" and returned to the dantian. When he opened his eyes, he smiled.

When you practice kung fu until you enter the alley, you will feel happy in your heart, and you will look energetic and full of energy.

"It's not a dream!" Jialiyu looked down at the slippers on the ground, then looked at the door again, suddenly exerting force on his hips, and his body suddenly rushed out. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the bedroom, and the door had not even opened. If there was a second person in the room at this time, he would definitely feel that he had encountered a ghost.

A person's body movement is almost at a certain level, and it is indeed like a god and can deceive the eyes of ordinary people. There are many such records in the history of martial arts, which the Kung Fu scholar calls "Divine Change".

Jia Liyu left the bedroom and saw that her grandparents had already gotten up. The old man's sleep habit has always been to go to bed early and get up early. Jia Liyu asked: "Grandma, what's the matter for me to do?"

Grandma, who was holding eggs from the drawer of the kitchen cabinet, said, "There's nothing you can do. Go out and go home for dinner later."

Jia Liyu smiled and walked to the kitchen by himself. He saw that only half a tank of water was left in the water tank. He carried the bucket to press the well to fetch water. Although he did not deliberately try to slap in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, after practicing the authentic internal skills of Xuanmen, his body was naturally full of energy. Carrying a bucket of water was as easy as taking a bottle of mineral water before.

The Iron Foot Immortal King Chuyi told him and Guo Jing this truth. Chuyi said that his iron feet were never made by kicking stones or soaking medicine, but were practiced to a certain extent and could naturally be used. It was only then that Jia Liyu understood the true meaning of the common saying "The muscles are bulging, not necessarily martial, and the muscles are bulging, not necessarily wild."

A person who has reached a certain level of internal strength, even if his muscles are not developed enough, he can easily beat a muscular man to the point where he cannot find him. That kind of strength is a pain that the muscles cannot bear.

Jialiyu filled the water tank with water, and went to the sheep pen to help his grandfather take the sheep out and eat hay. Just as he pulled out the second ewe, a bulky Yamaha motorcycle was "flashing" at the door. Two young men were sitting on the motorcycle, both of whom had buzz cuts and a gloomy expression on their faces.

There were two iron-welded frame cages behind the motorcycle, one with two dogs and the other with three sheep.

"Hey, are your sheep sold?" The strong man sitting in front raised his chin and asked Jialiyu.

Jialiyu turned to look at grandpa, and grandpa asked casually: "How much does one pound do you give?"

"We don't collect by pound, we collect by one by one."

"How much does one cost?"

"Then we have to divide the sheep, uncle." The two of them said as they got off the motorcycle, looked around inadvertently, then walked to a sheep and said, "Let's give 25 yuan like this one."

Jia Liyu immediately knew the identities of these two people. They were the kind of despicable family robbery who specialized in finding adults to go out to work and only the elderly and children.

When grandfather heard this, he guessed it and waved his hand and said, "I will keep this sheep for a few more months, and I am not going to sell it now."

The strong man hummed and laughed twice, saying, "What else can I raise? It's so big, enough to sell it. Why do I think the price I gave is low, I can add it, 30 yuan, I can't get it any more."

Grandpa was also a little angry and said, "Last time a sheep collector gave me a thousand yuan, I didn't sell it. Give me 30 yuan. Young man, don't joke like this with my old man."

"Who is joking you?" The thin man who had been silent suddenly said coldly: "If you give you 30 yuan, you don't want it, you can't even touch it if you have a dime."

After the thin man finished speaking, the strong man came over to lead the sheep. At this time, the boy spoke and said, "You don't give it a hundred dollars, you are too..."

The strong man was about to look up and suddenly felt something kicked in his chest. Then he suddenly flew backwards and hit the motorcycle with a "bang". The motorcycle fell to the ground, and the dog and sheep in the iron frame shouted. The strong man was lying on the motorcycle, but he opened his mouth and couldn't speak or move.

When the thin man saw this scene, his face suddenly changed and he looked confused. He clearly didn't see anything, so why did his companions fly backwards? The old man didn't move, and the boy didn't move. Could it be the sheep that kept bowing his head and eating grass?

Just as I was thinking this, the boy said calmly: "Our sheep is a little different. Its horns are merciless to scum. The first time it may just knock you into pieces, and the second time it may pierce your stomach."

When the thin man heard this, he believed it seven or eight, otherwise he would not have explained the scene just now.

"Do you still buy sheep?" Jialiyu asked.

The thin man dared not answer the conversation, so he quickly helped the strong man. As soon as he turned around, he suddenly pulled him from behind with a strong force, threw him at Grandpa Jialiyu's feet, and made him kneel on the ground.

"I don't know how to be polite to the old man. How did your dad teach you?" The boy's voice came from behind, cold and without any emotion, but gave people a creepy feeling.

"I stumble and stop when I see blood."

The thin man has completely lost his thinking ability now and just wants to leave here as soon as possible, return home and hide under the bed. When he heard the boy let him slap his mouth, he waved his hand and slapped his face without thinking. Grandpa Jialiyu also looked confused and was completely out of the situation.

The thin man slapped himself twenty or thirty times, and finally bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

"Get out."

When the thin man heard these two words, he felt like he was amnesty, and he trembled all over. He walked to the motorcycle, helped the motorcycle and the strong man up with difficulty, and then carried the strong man into the back seat of the motorcycle and sat in front of him.

"Take all the stolen things back." The boy's voice remained indifferent.

The thin man agreed ten thousand times in his heart, but he didn't even dare to answer the words. He just nodded constantly, then started the motorcycle, and left as if he was not.

He never wants to come to this place again, and he never wants to come again in his life.

Until the two fake sheep dealers left, Grandpa Jialiyu did not come back to his senses. Looking back on decades of life, what happened just now was unheard of.
Chapter completed!