purgatory artist

Chapter 439 Admission
"The current world: a past life."

"Status: History Controversy."

"The recording of this period of history has begun."

"Available time: one day (has left the nightmare world, leaving here will directly return to the void.)."

"first step:"

"Become a member of the martial arts hall."

"If you succeed you can move on, if you fail..."

"Consequence [-]: Recording is terminated immediately;"

"Consequence [-]: Guizang's most victorious Wu Ji Jing has become a joke, and you have no help anymore;"

"Consequence three: You will not be able to reach the level of 'holy sanctification' and lose the only chance to save history."

The historical recorder finished writing the above paragraph and handed it to Liu Ping for a look.

"It seems that I have to join the martial arts..."

Liu Ping murmured.

"Not only that." The historical recorder said.

"What are the consequences?" Liu Ping asked.

"From now on, I can only follow you, you have to take care of the food, otherwise I will starve to death, history will not be recorded, and you will not be able to bring this history back to the main timeline." The history recorder said.

"Take care of the food? This is easy." Liu Ping said with a sigh of relief.

At this time, a voice came from the martial arts hall:
"Start selection now!"

"All those who sign up for the selection, enter the museum in order of queue!"

Everyone tensed up immediately.

Liu Ping quickly took his place in the queue and moved forward step by step according to the order.

The historical recorder flew in the air, writing something in a swish, and said, "Come on—this is the only chance, do you have confidence?"

"some."

Liu Ping looked around and saw that many applicants had a strong aura.

——But in real comparison, I never think that I will be worse than anyone else in martial arts and fighting.

"Yes, after all, you have been fighting for so many lifetimes, and you have created countless methods along the way. You should be quite sure of being selected this time." The historical recorder said excitedly.

"I will do my best." Liu Ping nodded.

"By the way, why don't we have a good meal at noon to celebrate after you finish this screening," the historian suggested.

Liu Ping glanced at him.

——Yes, I have to take care of this guy myself.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked.

"Don't make it too complicated-eight meat and eight vegetables, three drinks and six dishes, this kind of simple meal is enough, after all, you still have to practice next." The historical recorder said.

Liu Ping stroked the private money ring of the King of Thorns on his finger, and said: "...Thinking about it carefully, I haven't had a good meal for a long time."

"So it's settled?"

"Well, wait for me to pass the selection first."

"Hahaha, you're sure to be fine. I'll go find a good store nearby."

After the historical recorder finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash.

At this time, Liu Ping's name was finally called in the martial arts hall:

"Liu Ping, enter the hall and start the assessment!"

"Yes!"

Liu Ping responded and walked towards the martial arts hall.

3 minute later.

street.

Sitting on the curb, Liu Ping sighed involuntarily.

The historical recorder floated beside him, and said in a tone of complete despair:
"How is it possible? Why did you fail?"

Liu Ping spread his hands and said, "I think I played pretty well, I don't know why I was eliminated."

"What did you do?" asked the historian.

Liu Ping recalled: "As soon as I entered, an old man threw a fist at me and asked me to attack with all my strength. I saw his five fingers stretched upwards, his lower body was steady, and his expression was subtle, so I thought he had seen through my fist style—— —”

"And then?" the historian asked impatiently.

"Then I sent him flying." Liu Ping said in a daze.

The historian was also taken aback.

"Strange, ordinarily this should have passed the selection, why - no, I have to go and see!"

After speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared from the void.

after awhile.

The historian reappears.

Liu Ping said: "Is it because my moves are too simple and I haven't shown any potential? So I don't look as good as others?"

"no……"

The historical recorder seemed a little speechless, shaking the booklet in his hand.

I saw dense words flying out of the booklet, constructing a picture out of thin air.

——It was that martial arts gym.

In the martial arts hall, the old man put out his fists, with his five fingers pointing up, and said to another selector opposite him: "Okay, your selection has started, attack directly."

"Yes!"

The selector took a few steps forward, took out a money bag from his pocket, put it in the old man's open hand, and said with a smile: "It's a small thing, it's not a respect."

The old man weighed the purse and said with satisfaction: "That's right, your understanding is natural, you pass the test."

The selector immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master."

"go in."

"Yes!"

……

The screen ends.

Liu Ping: "..."

Historian: "..."

Liu Ping thought for a while, and said, "During this period of history, I must first become a member of the martial arts school?"

"That's right! But you failed!" the historian said dejectedly.

"Actually, the task is to 'become a member of the martial arts gym', not necessarily the martial arts gym just now." Liu Ping said.

He stood up and looked down the street.

I saw several martial arts gyms on this street.

"let's go!"

Liu Ping walked forward along the street.

The eyes of the historical recorder lit up, he stretched out his hand to touch his whole body, and whispered: "It seems that there is still a chance... I really don't want to be cut by the law of fate..."

He floated behind Liu Ping and quickly followed.

Liu Ping walked all the way, looked all the way, and looked at all the martial arts gyms on the whole street.

"How about it?"

The historian couldn't wait to ask.

Liu Ping said: "This world—what kind of world is it?"

The historical recorder waved his hand impatiently and said: "The power system in this world is very complicated, and you can't finish talking about it for three days and three nights. Don't worry about it, this is just a small place, which is convenient for you to enter, and—"

"First of all, you have to join the martial arts school and become a martial artist before you can be considered to have participated in this period of history—this is the starting point of everything."

"understood."

As Liu Ping spoke, he suddenly stopped.

An old man stood in front of him, looked at him and said: "You young man, you have a good foundation. If you can come up with 20 taels of gold, I will let you join us and start practicing."

Liu Pingdao: "May I ask where your Excellency's martial arts school is—"

The old man pointed in one direction.

Liu Ping looked over and saw that it was a dark red tall building with a plaque hanging in front of the door:
"Yicui Building."

Indistinctly, the sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of boxing games, and the laughter of women can be heard from the tall building.

Liu Ping's face froze.

The old man observed his words, and immediately understood, and said: "Young man, don't underestimate the brothel, in fact, many martial arts masters have practiced for a lifetime, and they are not as good as the tortoises in the brothel."

"Why?" Liu Ping asked.

"Fights in brothels are even more ruthless."

"That's true, is it just because of this?"

"Think about it again, if there is a master who reneges on our debts, we can't beat him, don't we want to let him escape the order? Money is what we need to live and die, and we will fight them desperately." The old man said.

"It makes sense..." Liu Ping murmured.

The old man said: "Then are you coming or not? I am optimistic about your martial arts foundation, so I am willing to recommend you to be Gui Gong?"

"I……"

"Young man, don't be afraid of suffering, as long as you work hard, maybe one day you will achieve great martial arts—"

"What will happen? I won't be Gui Gong anymore?" Liu Ping asked.

"You will become the Turtle King!" The old man said with a thumbs up.

"Sorry, I don't have any money." Liu Ping said.

"No money?" The old man immediately lost interest in talking, and said disdainfully, "It's a waste of my time. Why do you have no money to learn martial arts?"

He didn't look at Liu Ping again, turned around and left.

Liu Ping didn't think much of it.

He continued to walk forward, carefully observing the martial arts gym on the street.

"Hey, aren't you rich?"

The historian whispered.

"But I don't want to be a turtle man." Liu Ping said.

"This world is so money-worshipping—I'm afraid you can find any martial arts gym, as long as you are willing to spend money, you should be able to become a member of it." The historical recorder said.

"So you have to choose carefully."

Liu Ping suddenly stood still at the entrance of a martial arts gym.

This is a fairly large martial arts school, the door is open, everything is neatly organized, clean and tidy.

Liu Ping glanced away.

I saw that there was no one in the martial arts hall, only a young girl was packing her luggage.

Liu Ping's gaze sank, he strode into the martial arts hall, and saluted:

"I'm in Xialiuping, and I want to join the martial arts gym, may I ask if your hall still accepts apprentices?"

The girl turned her head and glanced at him, then sighed and said, "Go to another martial arts gym, our martial arts gym will be closed."

"It's open well, why did you close the door?" Liu Ping asked.

In his line of sight, lines of small characters appeared above the girl's head:

"Blood Heart Flow Fist is the successor."

"Previous friend."

"Note: Because your 'knowledge is as famous' has been upgraded to the strange level, you can see the names of all living beings in their previous lives."

"This girl was your best friend in a past life, and maybe in the future."

and so--

Who is this girl?

In the afterlife, does she have any intersection with him?
Liu Ping thought silently.

The girl said with a sad face: "The martial arts gym has injured too many people, and I can't afford the medical expenses, and I can't pass the annual assessment. I will be dismissed soon, and I have to go back to my hometown in the countryside."

Liu Ping pondered for a while and said: "It is fate to meet each other. I have always admired the martial arts in your museum. As long as you are willing to accept me into the museum, I will figure out a way about the money."

He put a piece of gold on the stone table.

"Really? Are you sure you want to help?" the girl said in surprise.

"That's true," Liu Ping looked up at the sky, and said, "It's almost noon now, why don't I do something at noon, let's chat while eating."

"Okay." The girl accepted the gold and said happily.

Suddenly, a decadent middle-aged man came out from behind Liu Ping, and happily said along with him, "Go, I've already found a good restaurant."

"He is—" the girl said.

"My friend, he introduced me." Liu Ping glanced at the middle-aged man.

Yes, this is the historian.

He would only appear in the world at meal times, and spend the rest of the time writing in mid-air.

"Then let's go, I also hope that someone can help the martial arts gym, but unfortunately others are all jealous of our gymnasium's qualifications and the location of the house-only people will make trouble, and no one will help."

The girl sighed.

"Isn't it me?" Liu Ping said with a smile.

The girl nodded and followed him out of the martial arts hall.

(End of this chapter)