Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Xun has always felt that he is a person with great ability, and he wants others to believe in it.

In the past, I didn't say it clearly because I didn't want to appear too ostentatious, and I never thought that there was a god-sent opportunity in front of me.

After drinking for three rounds, Lin Xun half-closed his eyes: "Brother Zhongqing, I am proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but when I first came to Xishengmen, I severely humiliated them, isn't it too good?"

Ning Zhongqing: "It's Brother Ning."

Lin Xun yelled again and again intermittently.

"The competition hasn't started yet, and you haven't won."

"Really?" Lin Xun looked really drunk: "But I just saw that I won."

He smelled of alcohol, Ning Zhongqing couldn't tell if he was really drunk, so he continued to pretend to be a nice guy, bent down, and seemed to be going to send him back behind his back.

A big man should be embarrassed even if he pretends to be drunk when someone carries him out.

Ning Zhongqing made a good idea, but Lin Xun jumped and entangled him like an octopus.

Ning Zhongqing's complexion changed slightly: "Little brother, move gently, my waist can't bear it."

Lin Xun smiled foolishly, and patted his waist: "Drive!"

Ning Zhongqing's expression suddenly turned cold, and when the murderous aura was about to come out, he stopped abruptly. He walked back with his back on his back, making up his mind that he would strike if he dared to smack around.

I don't know whether it's luck or regret, Lin Xun suddenly became very well-behaved, and didn't make any other movements except grunting a few times.

Finally throwing this little ancestor on the bed, Ning Zhongqing slammed the door and left without even looking at it.

On the bed, Lin Xunyouyou opened his eyes, feeling a pity: "I actually held back."

He also wanted to force Ning Zhongqing to make a move, to see the opponent's ability.

[System: Stop, don't do anything, live on. 】

Lin Xun: "Since we want to find someone to dominate the martial arts world, we must find the most powerful one."

The head of Wudang is not good, he has a bad temper, and he doesn't talk about the issue of meat and vegetables. Although the palm of the Shaolin abbot is extraordinary, it is not enough. It is this Ning Zhongqing, which makes him a little confused.

[System: It doesn't have to be the most powerful, but you have to be open-minded and conduct yourself rightly. 】

Lin Xun: "You are embarrassing me. I am the only one who can achieve the standard you mentioned in the world."

Overnight, the system ignored him again.

Lin Xun didn't sleep well that night. When he was half asleep and half awake, there was a sudden crowing of chickens outside. It wasn't just one or two, at least a dozen or so were crowing at the same time. The sound was loud. There are slight vibrations.

Lin Xun put on his clothes, and as soon as he went out, he saw a black shadow flying past his eyes. It was the man in black who was following Ning Zhongqing. At this moment, he was running back and forth, making breakfast for others.

The man who lived next to him was a blacksmith, and saw Lin Xun greet him enthusiastically: "Little brother got up really early."

Lin Xun: "Yesterday, I heard Brother Ning say that he would choose a sport he is best at to compete with you guys."

The middle-aged man smiled honestly: "That's right."

Lin Xun: "How about eating?"

His eyes were like knives, looking at the chickens that kept crowing.

The middle-aged man frowned, and the smile on this little brother's face was so clean and clear, why did it feel like he was looking at these chickens with his eyes.

"Little brother, don't be kidding."

Lin Xun said seriously: "No one can beat me when it comes to eating. I can handle these chickens in one meal. If you don't believe me, let's compare."

The big roosters who were full of momentum just now seemed to feel the murderous intent, and they screamed shrilly one by one.

The middle-aged man forced a smile and said, "You may have misunderstood the word ability. Being able to eat is not an advantage."

Lin Xun regretted, "Is it better than kung fu?"

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "Yes, you can, but I don't recommend you to do this. The best kung fu here is the master, and no one can beat him. It's not him if the people in the sect unite. opponent."

Lin Xun feels that this is a good opportunity to try Ning Zhongqing's level.

The middle-aged man's next sentence made him resolutely give up his thoughts: "Those who join my sect only have one chance to challenge."

"If you fail, you will be expelled?"

Middle-aged man: "Xishengmen pays attention to unity and unity. People of the sect are born, and ghosts of the sect die. There is no such thing as expulsion."

They just silence.

"...you guys are such a nice gang."

Lin Xun: "I still want to compete in kung fu, but is it okay to compete in lightness?"

The middle-aged man hesitated: "Are you sure?"

Lin Xun nodded.

Among other things, his ability to escape is first-rate.

The middle-aged man sighed, looking at him as if he was looking at a dead person, "I'm not good at qinggong, so I won't compete with you. Have you seen the gong on the chicken ring?"

Lin Xun looked in the direction he pointed, and there was a wooden pole inserted inside, with a rusty gong hanging from it.

"Ring it," the middle-aged man's expression suddenly became serious, "Remember, as long as you fail once, there is no chance to try again."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Xun flew away and knocked without hesitation.

In an instant, Xishengmen became lively, many people came out of their houses, and Ning Zhongqing was among them.

Lin Xun was puzzled when he saw him, "Brother Ning, your smile is not as sincere as yesterday."

Ning Zhongqing said calmly: "I'm worried about the little brother's challenge for a while."

He spoke lightly, and Lin Xun guessed that he must still be resentful of his deliberate drunkenness last night.

The middle-aged man said loudly: "Those who are good at light work can come forward to compete."

There are always 20 people walking out.

It was unexpected that Ning Zhongqing didn't have Qianqian.

A girl whose skirt was full of patches was crying: "Such a handsome young man, I will never see him in the future."

How much truth and how much falsehood is unknown to everyone, but everyone agrees with the second half of the sentence.

One of these 20 people was once the king of thieves, and his lightness kung fu is recognized as the number one in martial arts.

The thief king is in his 40s, with a good temperament, white and thin, more like a weak and sick scholar.

"Let's make a quick decision." This is his field of expertise, and everyone listened carefully when he spoke: "The goal is set on the hill ahead, and the first to come wins."

Middle-aged man: "I'll strike the gong, and the sound is considered the beginning."

With the sound of a clear gong, twenty or so figures unleashed their movements together, like phantoms, and were soon a hundred meters away.

At this moment, a little girl inside stopped and rubbed her eyes: "Am I delusional?"

"No."

The little girl was startled, and found that the thief king was by her side.

The king of thieves sighed: "Young people come out of blue, now it's the young people's world."

He turned around and walked towards Xisheng Gate.

In the distance, Lin Xun's figure turned into a black spot and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

The middle-aged man grinned from ear to ear: "Thief King, who was better at Qinggong or him when you were in your twenties?"

The thief king smiled wryly: "I used to think that I was invincible among my peers, but today I realize that there is a sky beyond the sky."

Middle-aged man: "You have developed a good skill because you were hunted and killed by people who stole all over the country. No matter how talented you are, you have to work hard the day after tomorrow. What did this little brother do to develop such a strong skill?"

The king of thieves let out a 'huh', but was also puzzled.

A chilly voice interspersed: "When my master and I came back by boat, he happened to be slapped down the mountain by the abbot of Shaolin."

"..."

The thief king held back for a long time, and really couldn't think of what to say.

He went to Shaolin Temple to steal things, and was caught by mistake, because the things were not valuable, and the abbot only understood the truth, that is a real eminent monk who has attained the Tao, and he would sometimes lose control of his emotions.

Not long after, a few more people came over dejectedly, and one of them muttered: "There must be many bad things done. I heard that it can run faster than a rabbit, but I have never seen one that can fly faster than a peregrine falcon."

One sentence expresses the voice of everyone.

Lin Xun found that there was no one around, so he went back the same way: "Everyone, this is..."

Thief King: "I'm ashamed of myself."

The middle-aged man wondered: "I am good at blacksmithing, so I can be a blacksmith. The king of thieves is best at mechanisms, so he can repair houses for us... Little brother is good at light work, what can he do?"

Lin Xun's expression changed, as if he had just heard the name 'King of Thieves'.

Everyone was in trouble, and couldn't help looking at Ning Zhongqing who hadn't spoken.

Ning Zhongqing thought deeply and said, "Responsible for raising chickens."

"It makes sense, this chicken flies around every day, it's really annoying."

"Call every morning."

"I often run out on rainy days."

Only the middle-aged people thought of Lin Xun's talk about eating in the morning, and felt that the lives of these chickens were in danger.

Lin Xun stared at the chicken ring with satisfaction, eating it was a once-and-for-all solution.

Xishengmen's daily life is very regular. It is a microcosm of a small village, each performing its duties. Lin Xun tried it a few times, but found no useful information.

Ning Zhongqing would go out every first day of the lunar new year. Although the people of Xishengmen liked to tease the headmaster, Lin Xun could see a trace of deep fear and respect in their eyes.

Lin Xun's job is the most leisurely, and he has a lot of free time every day, "Ning Zhongqing's clothes are extremely expensive, so he must be quite rich, but I don't know where he hides the money."

[System: Completing the mission is the primary goal. 】

"This person is both righteous and evil, and has great ambitions. If he uses it properly, the progress of the task will be completed very quickly."

Lin Xun was pacing back and forth in the room. The ground was just a few random stone bricks, which fluctuated up and down, making it uncomfortable to step on.

Moving away the stone bricks, he borrowed a shovel to fill up the soil underneath, but the shovel got stuck just a few inches deep, Lin Xun frowned, switched to dialing by hand, and soon dug out a skeleton, muttering: "No wonder The earth will not be level."

A piece of gold is dangling from the skull's jawbone.

Lin Xun was startled, and began to dig around, and soon found a similar skeleton.