There was a row of phoenix-tailed bamboos planted beside the wall of an old quadrangle that was stained with the smell of time. The afternoon sunlight scattered through the gaps of the bamboo leaves, adding some mottled spots to Zhang Kanwen's white training clothes.
He held a pot of spring tea in his hand and leaned against a reclining chair. Beside him was his little disciple who had just turned eighteen this year.
He had cultivated for more than a thousand years, but he had only accepted two disciples.
The first one had experienced hardship since childhood and finally broke free from the cage, but he eventually returned to the cage willingly and died in the Thousand Year War.
Now, this little disciple had been safe and happy since childhood. He was about to turn eighteen, but he was still an ignorant child.
Today, he had called him here to instruct him to go to the Demon Region for training.
The little disciple had a clingy personality. When he knew that he was going to go out to train alone, he was unhappy. Until now, he was still pouting, full of reluctance.
"Silly child, Master will die eventually. If you don't want to leave now, what will you do in the future?"
After living for more than a thousand years, Zhang Kanwen naturally had no qualms about talking about life and death.
The little disciple had a look of disapproval on his face.
"I heard people say that Master has lived for more than a thousand years, and Master is invincible in the world. He lives as long as Heaven and Earth. How can he die?"
"As long as Heaven and Earth?"
Zhang Kanwen sneered, but there was a layer of sadness in his eyes.
"Silly child, how can there be as long as Heaven and Earth? Moreover, Heaven and Earth will die too."
The little disciple looked at his master strangely and argued, "How can Heaven and Earth die?"
"Of course Heaven and Earth will die."
"But who can kill Heaven and Earth?"
"Others can't kill it, but he can."
The little disciple looked a little worried, and there was already doubt in his eyes about whether his master had dementia.
"Why does Heaven and Earth want to kill itself?"
Zhang Kanwen put down the teapot in his hand and looked into the distance.
"When others want you to die and want you to kill yourself, what choice do you have?"
The little disciple wanted to say something, but Zhang Kanwen waved his hand and stopped him.
"Silly child, Master is the same. One day, when everyone wants Master to die, even you want Master to die, Master can only die."
Hearing Zhang Kanwen's words, the little disciple's face was a little more frightened and angry. He said loudly, "Master, are you confused?"
"Hehe …" Zhang Kanwen laughed and didn't say anything else.
The little disciple didn't want to pay any more attention to her master. She pouted and left angrily.
The afternoon breeze blew through the bamboo leaves, shattering the scattered sun.
Zhang Kanwen, who had been silent for a long time, picked up the teapot again and raised it towards the sky. He hummed an old tune that sounded both sad and happy at the same time.
"The years are long, the clothes are thin … Drink a pot of spring tea, no more worries …"
"Drink a pot of spring tea, don't worry anymore …"
"Brother Zhou, don't worry about me anymore!"
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That's all for the epilogue. Here's the first chapter of the new book …
The ending of this book was a little heavy, but the style of this new book is much lighter. The genre is also not quite the same. I hope everyone will like it.
There were links to new books at the bottom of the chapter.
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Zhou Hao was a second-generation tycoon. His father was the richest man in China.
As a qualified rich second generation, fresh clothes and a horse were the basic configuration. Even if he died, he would die in the deep roar of a Bugatti.
Yes, at the age of 28, Zhou Hao's car overturned in the first race of spring.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked at the snow-white hospital walls around him. Zhou Hao couldn't help but admire the Bugatti in his heart. He didn't expect the Bugatti to be so durable. It crashed into the pier at a speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour, but it didn't break into pieces. Instead, it could be sent to the hospital in one piece. It was indeed a top supercar worth more than 30 million yuan.
But soon, a wave of memories poured into his mind, making him understand that the Bugatti really wasn't that durable.
This was no longer the world Zhou Hao lived in. It was five hundred years later, 2519 AD.
In this world, his name was still Zhou Hao, but he was no longer the son of the richest man. Instead, he was a third-year high school student from a poor family.
At this time, he was sleeping in the hospital not because he was sick, but because he was accompanying his sick mother.
The technology and culture of the earth five hundred years later had not changed much. The only difference was that during these five hundred years, there were many martial artists on earth, so the entire human world had entered the era of martial artists.
Of course, these martial artists were not the so-called masters who swindled and swindled people in Zhou Hao's previous life, but super humans whose strength was beyond the imagination of his previous life.
In this era, martial artists had a very high social status. The local leaders of all levels of government were all held by martial artists. Even the idle martial artists in society enjoyed extremely high social benefits.
In the common saying of the common people, "Once you become a martial artist, you can have money, beauties, and cars." As long as you could become a martial artist, you could have everything effortlessly.
Zhou Hao, who was a top rich second generation in his previous life, naturally had no interest in money, beauties, and cars. However, the omnipotent martial artists in his memory made him very excited.
Not to mention anything else, no matter how fast the Bugatti ran, it was not as cool and refreshing as Sun Wukong, who could run a hundred and eight thousand miles with a somersault.
Of course, all this had nothing to do with Zhou Hao for the time being. He was just an ordinary high school student. His mother suffered from severe uremia, and the millions of surgery fees had yet to be settled.
He woke up from a top rich second generation to a high school student bearing the pressure of millions of surgery fees … It was a little exciting to think about it.
Zhou Hao really felt excited. As a rich second generation in his previous life, he was basically a moth. It was not that he had no dreams or talent, but because of his father's existence, everything was too easy. Moreover, he knew very well that no matter what he did, he was destined to be unable to surpass his father. In the end, he was still destined to live like a moth.
On the contrary, his life experience in this life made him feel that he could live more realistically.
Therefore, he did not need any psychological preparation at all. He quickly adapted to his current identity.
With the bright incandescent light in the ward, Zhou Hao began to think.
Judging from the current situation, the first thing to do was to make money. The million surgery fees must be settled as soon as possible.
Zhou Hao did not have a mother in his previous life. In this life, he finally had a cheap mother. No matter what, he could not be separated from her so soon.
According to his memory, his mother, Chen Cuizhen, was a mother that completely matched Zhou Hao's imagination. Although she did not earn much and lived in a rented house, she supported Zhou Hao to study in the best private high school in the city. She worked hard to support the family, which was why she suffered from uremia at a young age.
After the surgery fees were settled, the next step was to make money.
In this world, the only way to become a martial artist was to buy the Vitality Pills sold by the government.
These Vitality Pills cost twenty thousand each, and each person was limited to three.
Ordinary people only had 100cal of Vitality. After swallowing three Vitality Pills, their Vitality could increase to 120cal, and they would become a "prospective martial artist", qualified to apply for martial arts school. If they could become a martial arts school student, there was a high chance that they would become a real martial artist.
Of course, this was under the premise that everything went smoothly.
In reality, the barrier of "prospective martial artist" alone was enough to stop more than half of the people. Martial arts school enrollment was based entirely on talent. Only the lucky ones with extraordinary talent could make it to the end.
He could not tell how talented he was, but no matter what, he had to give it a try.
The surgery fees were one million, plus three Vitality Pills for sixty thousand. One million and sixty thousand was his current goal.
Zhou Hao had no idea where he should go to make money, but this did not affect his excitement.
As a rich second generation in his previous life, when did the word "goal" ever enter his mind?
He had just arrived in this world and already had such a difficult goal. This feeling could only be described in one word … exciting!
However, this feeling of excitement did not last long. Soon, there was movement on the bed next to him. His mother, Chen Cuizhen, said in a weak voice, "Hao, are you awake? I have something to tell you."
"Yes, I'm awake."
The memories in his mind allowed Zhou Hao to quickly adapt to his mother-son identity. He got up from the bed and nodded in response.
Chen Cuizhen's expression was a little conflicted. In reality, she did not sleep the whole night. Only now did she make up her mind. She continued to say to Zhou Hao, "When you were young, I told you that your father passed away a long time ago. But in reality … in reality, I lied to you. Your father is still alive … and he's a martial artist …"
Zhou Hao was stunned for a moment. A bad feeling welled up in his heart.
"Martial artist … What rank is he?"
According to his memory, martial artists were divided into nine ranks.
Rank-3 and above were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. It was rare for ordinary people to see them.
Those below Rank-3 were not ordinary people either. For example, in Linjiang City where Zhou Hao came from, the commander of the city was a Rank-3 martial artist.
"He was Rank-6 back then … but I saw him on TV a few days ago. He's now the principal of Capital City Martial Arts School. His cultivation is … Rank-8."
"…"
Zhou Hao was about to cry. What sin had he committed? In his past life, his father was the richest man in Sino Nation. In this life, he was a Rank-8 martial artist!
What was the concept of a Rank-8 martial artist?
A Rank-7 martial artist could be called a Grandmaster. A Rank-8 martial artist was a Grandmaster!
On the Grandmaster ranking in Sino Nation, there were only thirty or so Grandmasters. This was already the country with the most Grandmasters in the world.
In other small countries, Grandmasters were rare. Many countries did not even have Grandmasters.
It was no exaggeration to say that if a Rank-8 Grandmaster wanted to, he could destroy a country by himself!
Goals?
Struggle?
Everything was gone. It did not matter whether he became a martial artist or not. With a Grandmaster as his father, the only thing he needed to do was to eat and wait for death, just like in his past life.
"When you were just born, he said that your martial arts talent was not good. Others also said that he gave birth to a useless person. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left with you.
"Now that I think about it, I was too extreme back then, causing you to suffer for so many years …"
Chen Cuizhen did not notice Zhou Hao's expression and continued to ramble.
"I'll contact him later. He should be coming to pick you up soon … He has a high status, so he must be busy. You have to take care of yourself in the future …"
Huh?
Still not contacting him?
Zhou Hao slapped the bed and stood up.
"I don't think I can acknowledge this father!"
Chen Cuizhen did not expect this reaction from him. She was stunned for a moment. "I can't take care of you in the future. You're still young …"
"I still can't acknowledge him!"
"How did you inherit my temper …" Chen Cuizhen did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about my surgery fees."
Zhou Hao was still unmoved. "You sounded like you were going to die. It doesn't sound like you're going to undergo surgery."
In his memory, his mother had a stubborn temper. She could take him away in the past. Now, she would definitely not accept that cheap father's help.
Chen Cuizhen was speechless and fell silent after being seen through.
Zhou Hao struck while the iron was hot. He continued to persuade her, "Actually, we don't have to look for him. I'll think of a way to pay for the surgery fees. After you recover, I'll take the martial arts school entrance exam … When I become a martial artist in the future and have a higher cultivation than him, you can take me back. At that time, you can point at his nose and ask him if the son of Chen Cuizhen is a useless person … Think about it. That's the only way to vent your anger."
Vent her anger, but he was a Rank-8 martial artist … Was that even possible?
Chen Cuizhen naturally knew that it was impossible. However, looking at her son's serious and stubborn face, she felt very comforted.
After a while, Chen Cuizhen sighed. "You really don't want to acknowledge him?"