The cold wind is like a knife, and the rolling mortal world is used as a chopping board, and all the people in the world are fish.

Heaven and earth are the plate, sentient beings are the sons, and how many people can be used as hands to hold chess in the world?

The Eternal Continent, Tongtian Prefecture!

Looking down from the sky, Tongtian Mansion is like a seal stamped in a basin between the cracks in the mountains.

The world changes and dynasties change.

This old city has been covered with a thick layer of historical cloak.

From the ninth to the twelve years of Daye, natural disasters and man-made disasters continued.

Volcanoes, earthquakes, tsunamis, and coldness. Eunuchs chaotic governments, foreign relatives interfere in politics, court cleaning, refugees revolt one after another and were suppressed.

On the eternal continent, refugee escape tides have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. In remote areas, high mountains and dense forests, people have almost disappeared.

In the northwest, northeast and other places, there have been tragic scenes of no one inhabited by a hundred miles and no one in a thousand miles.

This is an era where the strong prey on the weak and human life is like grass.

It is also an era of many storms and heroes!

In the fifth ring city of Tongtian City, Su Mu squeezed past the crowded streets while stuffing cakes into his mouth, vigilantly keeping a distance from everyone close to him.

In this endless abortion, if you smash a brick at random, one of the five people was either pickpockets or sluts.

There are two other gang disciples, and one is a martial arts practitioner.

After squeezing through half the street, Su Mu shook his body and drilled into the alley on the side of the road.

The alley is very narrow, and there are only two people side by side. As soon as you step into the alley, the smell of urine that makes you feel nauseous.

In Su Mu's eyes in his previous life, this place was not a place for people to stay, and even the environment in the pig pen was better than here.

But in this world, people are really not as good as pigs.

Three years ago, Su Mu came here.

It only took a month from the beginning that even breathing was torture to getting used to the laws of survival in this world.

A few pieces of paper money fell from the top of his head like snowflakes. Su Mu paused slightly, raised his head and saw the houses with the windows where paper money fell.

Through the dim light, a figure seemed to sway on the beam.

"The Lao Liang family is gone." The side door was halfway through the gap in his face. Zhang Laoshi stared at the big eyeballs that were almost protruding from his eyes, and sighed straight at Su Mu.

This ghost-like honor is not born like this, but Zhang Laoshi is too thin, and he gradually becomes so ugly because of his lack of salt.

"Uncle Liang didn't get through?"

"I knew he couldn't stand it the day before yesterday, but no, this morning I was gone. I just sat in the yard and watched, watching Lao Liang's wife hang herself on the beam.

They have no children below, so they are free from worries. I hope they will not be reborn in the next life, as it will be too hard to be a human being.

The world is getting less and less prosperous. It would be great if Acheng was still a constable. Nowadays, there are today and tomorrows."

“…”

Su Mu's eyes darkened slightly and he pursed his lips.

"I have no other intentions, just talk casually, don't take it to your heart." Zhang Laoshi quickly smiled at Su Mu.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm back."

"Go to bed early at night, close your eyes and open your eyes, and then pass by in the evening."

Su Mu speeded up and returned to the wooden door of his home, took out the key and inserted it into the key hole.

The wooden door behind him opened, "Is Xiaomu back?"

"Well, Sister Chunlan, give it!" Su Mu took out a wooden box the size of a palm from his arms and stepped on it in front of Chunlan.

"Thank you Xiaomu."

"No need to thank you, it's just a matter of the way. I'll enter the house."

"Well, I'll light a lamp." Sister Chunlan said softly, carrying a small red lantern from inside the house and hanging it outside the wooden door.

The little red lantern was stitched and repaired countless times, swaying slightly in the breeze.

Su Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and he sighed inadvertently and turned back to the wooden door.

In the courtyard, wooden men and iron piles are placed.

A half-dead old tree grows beside the courtyard, and under the old tree, a stone table is covered with leaves.

Seeing that there was no movement at home, Su Mu knew that the eldest brother had not come back yet.

In this life, Su Mu's father was originally a constable from the Zhenyuan Department. He died in the line of duty seven years ago, and his eldest brother Su Cheng took over his father's position.

Although he was just the lowest-level Qingyi constable, he was at least promoted to the public. But for some reason, two years ago, his elder brother was dismissed for contradicting his superiors. After returning, Su Cheng was depressed for a while.

Then he joined the Boshui Gang incredibly. After two years of hard work, the Boshui Gang grew stronger and stronger, and Su Cheng became the small leader of the Boshui Gang.

In the past, Su Cheng was a constable. Although he was just a constable in Qingyi, he could still cover his neighbors with his identity. Although the villagers lived a hard life during that period, they were not bullied by anyone.

But since Su Cheng was dismissed, this small paradise has gradually been infiltrated by gang forces.

Although Su Cheng is from the Boshui Gang, he is only a minor, so he can only watch the tentacles of the gang forces reach in and can do nothing.

Go into the kitchen and make a fire to cook.

The smoke from the cooking stove rose, and in a short while, the fragrance of rice drifted out of the kitchen.

Before my elder brother came back, Su Mu came to the yard to go through the checkpoint routinely.

Standing in the center of the yard, your legs spread apart, shoulder-width.

With a slightly closed eye, the body is in a state of static and relaxed state, like an egg suspended in water, with force retention inside and energy retention in the spirit.

Suddenly, Su Mu clenched his fists with both hands, and a cyclone exploded from Su Mu's feet.

"Dongdong--"

Two powerful heartbeats sounded, and Su Mu's body trembled slightly.

Under clothes that are invisible to the naked eye, the muscles swell like waves, just like a spiritual snake wandering under the skin.

After a while, Su Mu's pores opened and sweat overflowed from the pores. The sweat that had just overflowed seemed to touch a red-hot iron pot, and the sweat instantly vaporized.

Gradually, a wonder appeared around Su Mu. The thick fog that rose from Su Mu gathered but did not dissipate, making Su Mu look as extraordinary as an immortal.

After a while, the white thick fog changed color, and the color became darker and darker and turned blue in the blink of an eye.

As the clouds turned blue, Su Mu's body also trembled violently. The muscles on his cheeks were twitching violently, his brows frowned and gritted his teeth, as if he was suffering a great pain.

The blue is getting darker, but when it reaches the limit of blue, it is stuck and cannot make any progress.

After a few breaths, the clouds around Su Mu slowly dissipated, leaving Su Mu's panting figure.

"Sure enough, relying solely on cultivation has reached the limit." As he said that, Su Mu touched his chest and the position of the altar of life and death.

Since Su Mu is a time traveler, how could he not have golden fingers?

He knew that the golden finger had just passed by, but Su Mu had never used it once in the past three years. It was not that he didn't want to use it, but that he didn't dare to use it.

Su Mu also read a lot of novels in his previous life, and has seen many strange golden fingers. Those who want money, spiritual energy, and some special hobbies.

Su Mu can give you whatever you want from the golden finger. No matter how difficult it is, as long as you can rise up, what's wrong if you lose your moral integrity.

But if you are dead, you really can't give it.

At present, there are three heaven-defying functions at the altar of life. First, life consumption is exchanged for cultivation, one life consumption is exchanged for cultivation for half a year. Second, life consumption is exchanged for injury, and third, life consumption is gained powerful power in a short period of time.

The lifespan of sacrifices gains five times the strength of the ten-year lifespan, and the lifespan of sacrifices thirty years explodes fifteen times the strength. If you sacrifice a hundred yuan, that would be great.

A full thirty times the cultivation level!

But... Su Mu is seventeen years old this year, and he doesn't know whether his remaining life span is still a hundred years old.

The golden finger is very simple and rough. If it weren't for the cost of life, the golden finger would be quite fragrant. But this thing was so fatal, Su Mu had to use it as his last trump card.

If you can't use your golden finger, just rely on your own efforts?

How can this world be said to be a world of high martial arts? The top strong men can travel thousands of miles in an instant. The warriors above the extraordinary can fly to the sky and hide, chase stars and take the moon, burn mountains and boil the sea, turn their hands into clouds and turn their hands into rain.

The martial arts realm ranges from the ninth grade to the first grade, and above the first grade are the little masters, the great masters, the extraordinary, the saints, the immortals, the saints, etc.

As long as you are willing to work hard and endure hardships, you will succeed one day.

When you end up, you should have everything.

Yet!

Most people are almost destined from birth. Not to mention becoming a master, you are not worthy of becoming a warrior!

Warriors are indispensable for practicing, law, companion, wealth, and earth.

The importance of martial arts is self-evident. From the ninth level to the first level, the martial arts you practice will be destined to reach the highest level. Even if you have outstanding talents and great insights, you can only break free from the limits of martial arts and improve the first level.

In other words, if you can only practice the third level of martial arts, even if you practice it until it turns into magic, you can only become a second-level warrior at most. Going further, you must obtain more advanced martial arts.

A couple is a partner, but it also refers to those who can help, guide you and inspire you on your growth path.
To be continued...