Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Tieshi Mountain, two tombs.

Lu Mingfei sat in front of the grave, talking nonchalantly about the past few years, without any structure, just talking about whatever came to mind.

He had never been good at Chinese before. Among the few subjects he was good at, English was the only one he learned well. He learned this with a top student in his class who took the TOEFL exam. Think about it, it was more than 20 years ago.

The master has always wanted him to practice martial arts, but unfortunately now Lu Ming is not the best in the world, and the master has long been buried in the mud.

"I am very powerful, and Yama is the best in the world. He must be awesome."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Also, old man, do you know that the dead bastard who seriously injured you back then is probably a Martial Saint? But it doesn't matter. He is a Martial Saint. I can kill your apprentice with my eyes closed. It's trivial."

"It's just that I can't become a Martial Saint. I always feel a little regretful."

Lu Mingfei drank the last bottle of green plum wine.

In the past, the master always said that there are no martial arts practitioners who don't drink, but Lu Mingfei couldn't bear the harsh throat-burning knife. He blushed after the master forced him to drink a sip, and his facial features wrinkled together and he felt dizzy. .

This happened several times, and the master complained that he was not manly. Lu Mingfei muttered that if you have Coke, I promise to blow down three bottles without blinking.

Later, the master didn't bother to talk about him anymore. He just had the habit of burying green plum wine every year during the plum season. He took it out the next year and it tasted like juice. Lu Mingfei and his junior sister all rushed to drink it. The master frowned after taking a sip and said it was boring.

It's just that Lu Mingfei found the old man secretly drinking green plum wine several times, with a little caution, like a mouse stealing oil.

This guy is just telling the truth.

The world in front of me began to spin, white clouds fell into the earth, mountains rushed towards the sea, and the mottled color blocks seemed to have overturned the painter's palette, entangled and intertwined into colorful vortexes, reminiscent of Picasso's abstract paintings, or Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Am I drunk?

Lu Mingfei thought.

But his consciousness was clearly very clear, and he recalled Wudang Tai Chi's unique skills, and the general outline of 365 words was recited fluently.

So the problem is not with him.

Lu Mingfei was about to muster up his strength, but Wai Gang's body, which had been tempered for many times, showed no reaction. All the magical powers he had gained from decades of martial arts practice were gone. He was surprised to find that at this moment, he was as incompetent as a mortal. two.

No, it should be said that he is exactly the same as he was before he came to this world.

The world was suddenly brought closer.

Dark cinema.

Warm music.

Laughing boys and girls on the stage.

Lu Mingfei took one look and was stunned.

That is, Chen Wenwen.

Also, Zhao Menghua.

He looked around at the movie theater set, and familiar memories came to his face. At that time, he was not the powerful Yama, but just an ordinary and somewhat weak kid in Shilan Middle School.

In May of his senior year of high school, he gave up the admission invitation from an aristocratic college called Kassel and the high scholarship, risked his dignity as a man, and prepared to confess his love to Chen Wenwen, who he had been secretly in love with throughout high school.

For this reason, he practiced over and over again in front of the mirror, bribed the projectionist uncle in the cinema with good cigarettes, and was eager to get ready for the beauty to come home. Lu Mingfei had already thought about it. For the rest of his life, it must be you. What is deep feeling? How touching.

Then the confession was successful, and the heroine was also Chen Wenwen. Everything went so smoothly that it was worth opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

But wait, something doesn't seem right.

Yes, the male protagonist is not him. The handsome and domineering boy who said I like you to Chen Wenwen is Zhao Menghua.

Lu Mingfei is just the thin letter "I".

The memories end here. Going forward, Lu Mingfei woke up among the dead and was picked up by his master. He practiced martial arts day after day. One day, he put on a bronze mask and suppressed the world's martial arts in the name of Yama. The nine states will be unified and the world will be unified.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and then he carefully used his power, like a child who received a Christmas gift, opening the box expectantly. ,

After a minute, there was no reaction. The mighty power of the powerful Wai Gang to suppress the heaven and earth, and his magical powers that were once Yama's, were all gone.

"What, it turns out to be a dream."

Lu Mingfei exhaled, and the expression on his face was unclear whether he was happy or frustrated.

He thought of the stern-faced master, the little junior sister who secretly applied medicinal wine to him, and the little emperor who said he wanted to end the troubled times.

They are obviously very wonderful people, and the experiences they had in those years are unforgettable. It turns out that all the troubled times and martial arts training were just a dream.

Lu Mingfei grinned.

"No wonder, let me just say, Yama and other things are too funny. How could I be..."

The thoughts stopped abruptly.

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened and he stared at his waist.

There, hanging a bronze mask.

The bronze mask of Yama.

Lu Mingfei blinked in disbelief. He felt that the world must have gone crazy. How could the bronze mask in his dream really appear?

This is just like dreaming about transforming into Ultraman and beating up little monsters, and when you wake up, you find a big spark prism lying next to your pillow, with Bling and Bling sparkling, you can really transform. kind.

Lu Mingfei felt that he should be shocked. The specific performance was to jump around like a kangaroo, and then make a sound like a marmot. When he met everyone, he would excitedly say that I am super awesome, and the best in the world. If you are in danger in the future, please contact me. , Yama is covering you hahaha.

By the way, I have to run up to Chen Wenwen, wave my hand calmly, causing the sky to be filled with wind and snow, so that it is frozen for three thousand miles, and then secretly look at Chen Wenwen's admiring eyes. She will definitely say wow, Lu Mingfei, you are so awesome. .

At this time, Lu Mingfei must wave his hands casually, his movements should be slow and his expression should be handsome, and he should say to Chen Wenwen that it's nothing, I am Yama, it's just a trivial matter.

Then Chen Wenwen would throw herself into his arms, just like the heroine in the hero movie, the Chen Wenwen holding a book in the afternoon sun, that...

What's going on? As he thought about it, Lu Mingfei kept seeing his junior sister's face.

Obviously the person I like should be Chen Wenwen...

Lu Mingfei suppressed the smile on his face. It was a silent and quiet face, a face that once frightened warriors all over the world.

This face still looks like a young man, but it has some kind of silent and huge power. He once held the power and power in the world. No matter how unruly or arrogant the warrior is, he has to bow his head in front of him and respectfully address him as: Lord Yama.

Lu Mingfei's hand touched the bronze mask, which was cold and hard. It was the only weapon he made by melting the top ten magic weapons in the world. For this reason, the little emperor never figured out that those were the top ten magic weapons. You Just use it to make a mask.

That's what Lu Mingfei said at that time.

"My pleasure."

Lu Mingfei laughed quietly, tracing the outline of the mask between his fingers, and familiar faces appeared in front of his eyes.

"It's great that you're still here."

"Old boy."

Lu Mingfei said, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

How much emotion and past, how much iron and blood are all contained in this gentle sentence.

"I'm back"

Lu Mingfei said.