Modern Cultivation Record

On a hillside, a few young people stood on the top of the slope, looking around.

There are many mutant beasts under the mountain, searching for food.

Fang Lan is also among them, and Fang Lan's cultivation is the highest among the people.

The task that the group took was an exchange task, communicating with young martial artists in another city, Anping City.

When a series of difficult missions were carried out around the ruins in many surrounding cities, Fang Lan chose to avoid it, not wanting to attract attention, so he chose such a leisurely mission.

The other young people are basically junior martial masters. Fang Lan, a high-level martial master, is unique, but no one else knows Fang Lan's true strength, because his age is too young, and their status as a martial master surprised them. .

"Fang Lan, this time I go to Anping City and I will have to fight with the young martial artist there. Remember to be careful when that happens." The nominal leader Ming En told Fang Lan.

Fang Lan was a little surprised: "Could anyone be ruthless?"

"The competition in several cities is within the allowable range. Anyway, you remember to be careful." Ming En patted Fang Lan on the shoulder.

Fang Lan nodded, expressing understanding.

When the mutant beasts left, the group continued on their way to Anping City.

Anping City is about the same size as Hanyang City, but it is more prosperous than Hanyang City, and everyone regards this mission as an extra tour.

Fang Lan glanced back.

Someone should start following in my footsteps.

There was an inexplicable smile on Fang Lan's face.

...

Hanyang City.

The faint smell mixed with the rain fell to the ground, and the hustle and bustle of the city was calm in the rain.

Looking up at the sky, the night is dark and deep.

Wang Meng crouched and walked a little hard. He coughed and put the garbage in the garbage dump into a dilapidated garbage truck.

There are also many good things in the garbage dump.

Sometimes Wang Meng would also take home something from the garbage dump. It is also lucky for him to find valuable garbage.

Wang Meng shook his head and pushed the garbage truck to the next garbage dump. If there were some disgusting sights around him, Wang Meng has become accustomed to it. He always put these disgusting sights on him. Ignore it.

What if you don’t ignore it.

There was a fragmented sound from nearby.

"This beggar is really hardworking, he seems to be called Wang Meng."

"Heh, he can also pick up trash..."

"In this world, if you don't have the ability, you can only pick up rubbish, which is inferior to waste. Waste can also be used as bait out of the city..."

"..."

Wang Meng sang a song in his heart to calm his mood.

Sometimes a faint sorrow would flow in Wang Meng's heart, but this emotion would soon disappear, because it was meaningless, it would be better to run a few more garbage dumps, and maybe find something useful.

More often, Wang Meng would think that if he is also a warrior, he can go outside the city to fight mutant beasts instead of living in the city like walking corpses...

Compared to this deadly calm, Wang Meng felt that he preferred to fight between life and death.

However, his physical fitness is too poor, even worse than ordinary people. Going outside the city is entirely to give food to the mutant beasts.

Before finding a new way, Wang Meng didn't want to do such a meaningless fight with the mutant beast. Or maybe it's still afraid of death in my heart.

However, Wang Meng's heart is always full of hope, hoping that one day his body can be exercised, become a warrior, and slay the mutant beasts that threaten humans.

However, Wang Meng was inherently weak, and he wanted to have the qualities of a martial artist.

Wang Meng is always looking for a way to become a martial artist. At present, the only thing he can think of is to save money and ask a real martial artist to teach martial arts, but with his earning power, this goal will take a long time to achieve.

Wang Meng is now alone, living at the bottom of Hanyang City.

Wang Meng returned to a small room, which was a bit dark with a musty smell inside. He took out a piece of bread and ate it. This was his supper.

While eating bread, he took out a book from the drawer.

This is a novel. It was preserved from the era before the end. It was picked up by Wang Meng from the trash. When he was bored, Wang Meng watched the novel.

The novels are in the fantasy genre, and they are about fairy gods. Wang Meng has heard people say that there are many such novels in the era before the end, and even doomsday novels.

If they know that the end will come one day, they don't know how they feel. Wang Meng smiled faintly, looking through the novel.

Wang Meng admires the characters in the novels, who have magical powers. He often wonders if he can change the world if he has such powers.

Wang Meng didn't know how powerful the Valkyrie was, but Wang Meng knew that even the Valkyrie couldn't change the **** doom.

Wang Meng sighed and laughed at himself. He was just a small person to worry about.

There is actually only one novel, but more than 200,000 characters, with a thirteen written on it. Wang Meng guessed that this is the thirteenth book, and there are twelve books ahead.

In the thirteenth book, the protagonist has become an immortal, possessing incredible power, slashing immortals and destroying gods, and is invincible.

After dinner, Wang Meng lay on the hard board to rest, thinking about things in his heart. He does it every day.

The next morning, Wang Meng got up and continued to pick up garbage.

It rained all night, and the air in the city became a little fresher. Wang Meng sniffed, feeling a little refreshed.

In some places, there was still some faint smell of blood. Wang Meng knew that this was because some warriors killed mutant beasts from outside and were washed away by the rain.

It is also difficult for a warrior to survive. It is precisely because of this that Wang Meng does not have much resentment in his heart. Even a warrior is not easy to live, unless it is a truly powerful warrior who reaches the level of a martial artist.

But relative to the humans in the entire doomsday world, they are struggling for survival in danger.

Wang Meng passed a street junction, his eyes were attracted by the foot of the wall, where there was a symbol.

The symbol looks very old, but Wang Meng knew there was absolutely no such symbol before.

Is it the contact symbol of which force?

Wang Meng thought to himself, looking carefully at the symbol, the symbol was like a word, Wang Meng didn't know many words, but from the appearance, Wang Meng felt that the word seemed to mean calling.

Wang Meng was taken aback, how I felt as if I knew the meaning of this symbol.

Wang Meng shook his head, temporarily leaving the incident behind and walking towards the destination.

But then Wang Meng found similar symbols on other walls.

If it is a contact symbol, it is too much. Wang Meng felt strange. It's not that he has never seen the contact symbols, but he didn't want to be so dense, as if it was just for people to see.

Wang Meng felt very puzzled, and always felt that these symbols were telling him.

With doubts, Wang Meng started his day's work.

His job is very simple. It is to classify the garbage. Simply put, it is to dispose of the garbage and keep the surrounding area clean and tidy. After all, people need to live in a clean environment.

Wang Meng feels that his work is also very important, although many people disagree.

Soon evening came, and the day's work was over.

Wang Meng is a little worried, he feels that the symbols he sees seem to be affecting him, making him go somewhere.

It is rare for Wang Meng to not return to the cabin in advance, but to walk around following the feeling.

Wang Meng just wandered around. He has poor physical strength and will feel strenuous after walking for a while. Therefore, every time he stops, he feels confidently. He thinks of the symbols he sees, so he has a strange feeling in his heart. He saw the direction to go.

It was not far away from the place where the symbol was sensitive. It took Wang Meng a long time to find it. When he found it, it was already midnight. There were no people on the street. Maybe they were all resting or practicing.

A person like Wang Meng dressed like a beggar would not attract anyone's attention.

Wang Meng came to an abandoned house, which was before the end. No one came to live because it was too badly abandoned, and no one was interested in it.

Wang Meng, the abandoned house in front of him, had also been here, and he also found one or two kinds of good rubbish. He didn't remember what was going on here, he was a little hesitant to go in, but he was actually scared.

Wang Meng walked into the room and went around the room. He didn't find any abnormalities, but he felt very strongly in his heart that he knew that the place with those symbols was here.

He felt that what happened today was strange, and those symbols would actually guide him to such a place. He felt like a plot in a novel. It was because of a certain illusion in his heart that Wang Meng persisted until midnight, otherwise he should have a good rest at this time and work hard for the next day. .

The mere symbols gave him an intuition like induction, which also greatly aroused Wang Meng's interest. He felt that it was not simple here, and perhaps there was something that surprised him.

After searching the room carefully, Wang Meng lay down and found strange lines as symbols on the ground. Wang Meng swept away the surrounding debris and saw a picture half a meter in diameter.

The lines of the drawing are very similar to the lines that make up the symbols, and should be the same. Wang Meng was a little excited.

Wang Meng studied the pictures carefully, and there was no strange feeling in his heart. Even if he recalled the symbols he saw, the pictures didn’t respond. Wang Meng didn’t know if he wanted inner energy to stimulate the pictures, but he was just an ordinary person and he didn’t even have a trace of inner energy. .

After studying for a long time, it was useless. Wang Meng felt very depressed. There was a feeling of hopelessness. Only then did he realize that he actually cared very much about it.

More than an hour later, Wang Meng left the abandoned house, looked back and looked back, he went back.

It is late today, and he wants to take a break.

Back in the hut, Wang Meng was still thinking about the use of the picture. He recalled the picture in his mind and at the same time recalled the symbols. Time passed.

Without any change, Wang Meng gradually fell asleep.

Wang Meng woke up, remembered what happened yesterday, looked around, a look of disappointment appeared on his face, he regained his energy and started a new day at work.

No matter what those symbols are, the work has to start again.

When picking up **** one day, Wang Meng was still thinking about what happened yesterday. He always felt that it must not be that simple. He went to the foot of the wall again, looked at the symbols, remembered them all, and then tried to combine them in his heart. .

A person who looked like a beggar came across to greet Wang Meng.

Wang Meng nodded.

This person is also a beggar, Liu Da, who is in charge of another area, but sometimes he will come to meet and chat with Wang Meng. The life of beggars is so boring, and chatting with each other can be regarded as entertainment. , After all, beggars are also friends.

"Hey Wang Meng, how did you get today?" Liu Da chatted.

Wang Meng said casually: "Nothing."

"What are you looking at?" Liu Da noticed that Wang Meng was looking at the foot of the wall.

Wang Meng pointed to the symbol at the foot of the wall and asked Liu Da, "Do you know what this is?"

Liu Da also saw the symbol, frowned, and shook his head: "I don't know, it seems to be a new one. What, do you know?"

Liu Da looked curious.

Wang Meng just shook his head: "There are such symbols in several places. I don't know what they are. Do you know any forces use such symbols."

Liu Da said he was not clear, but he was also very interested in the symbols. He mumbled: "I don't know if there are these symbols in my piece."

Wang Meng's heart lighted up, "Go, let's find it."

Seeing Wang Meng's positive attitude, Liu Da also became interested, and shouted: "Walk around, let's take a look."

The life of a beggar is very boring. When encountering similar things, they are often particularly interested. They will explore and explore after work. Although they have attracted a lot of criticism from the warriors, they are still happy.

Compared with ordinary civilians, the status of beggars is low, but because of their low status, no one cares about them. There are also no beggar heads and the like. Those with a bit of strength are taken as martial artists, and who will be beggars.

Moreover, if the beggars are too powerful, they will be found abnormal, and a powerful person will not be allowed to organize the beggars.

In the apocalyptic world, many things don't give reasons. If you are not pleasing to the eye, you have no discussion. Who would offend a warrior for a beggar!

Liu Da was in charge of the piece next to Wang Meng. The two searched around the foot of the wall, but they didn't find the strange symbols.

Wang Mengqi said, "Could it be that only I have it."

Liu Da took Wang Meng to search for a long time, and felt disinterested if he didn't find anything, and didn't want to waste time.

"Well, I have to pick up the trash." Liu Da said boredly, and then left.

"Study it slowly."

Wang Meng looked disappointed and returned to his own area. He still had the picture in the abandoned house in his mind, so he went there again after the work was over.

Like yesterday, there was no change in that picture. Wang Meng looked around, searching for other clues, and almost rummaged the entire room. He was tired and gasped.

But there was nothing unusual except for that painting, and I was disappointed again today.

On the third day, Wang Meng still went to see the painting, and on the fourth day, he went to study the painting for many days, and at the same time studied the symbols he saw.

Wang Meng didn't know much about himself, he didn't know what the symbols meant, but he just remembered them all in his mind. The same was true for that painting. Every time in the sky, he would combine coincidences and pictures in his mind.

Wang Meng has always felt that the symbols must be connected to the pictures, otherwise he would not have something similar to intuition.

Wang Meng is not an idiot. Knowing that symbols can give him intuition, he knows that it must be something that is not ordinary, so he is so persistent in his research.

Otherwise, how could he keep studying a picture that he can't get anything.

Sometimes it was in line with the combination of pictures that Wang Meng felt strange in his heart. As for the strange feeling he couldn't say, the situation was extremely subtle, but Wang Meng still felt it, and he felt very excited about this.

But most of the time, conformity and pictures did not bring any changes.

The days have passed, and today seems a little different.

It was not because Wang Meng discovered the connection between symbols and pictures, but because he found that his body was a little better than before, without the feeling of weakness that he often had.

Wang Meng was born in a weak body, he would feel obvious after being tired and he needed to rest.

But recently, he takes fewer and fewer breaks, and it seems that he doesn't feel tired anymore. At the beginning, he focused on researching and conforming to the picture, and he didn't find it.

But after all, it was his own body. Even though his attention was no longer on the body, Wang Meng still noticed the abnormality. His body was obviously better and he was no longer weak.

Realizing this, Wang Meng felt unbelievable and felt that happiness came so easily.

Wang Meng didn't lose his head, but became more sober aware that this must be brought about by the conformity and the picture. As for how it was brought, he believed that he would study it.

His body is getting better, which means that he can become a martial artist~www.wuxiaspot.com~Wang Meng is not without a way to become a martial artist. He has seen superficial martial arts secrets from the trash. Some of the martial arts cheats come from the era before the end, and they are the same as common goods.

In the past, I couldn't become a martial artist because of his poor physique. People couldn't stand a little exercise, and even fainted. They couldn't improve their physical fitness through martial arts, so they couldn't become a martial artist.

But now that the body improves, there is also a chance.

Wang Meng was very excited. He didn't fall asleep that night, thinking about how to become a warrior all night.

However, Wang Meng's physical fitness has only improved and is not very strong, so Wang Meng studies symbols and pictures as before. As he expected, his body is getting better and better, and there is no feeling of weakness.

After his body got better, Wang Meng's work became easier, and he had more time to study symbols and pictures.

Wang Meng didn't think he was qualified to be a warrior now. He believes that all these opportunities are in symbols and pictures. If the secrets can be solved, the benefits will be even greater.