Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Sis!

Gus jumped towards Greg and held his backward sister in his arms.

Gray's face was pale, she was breathless, and her back was wet, all fleshy and blurred.

Although it is a boxing genius, and there are four series of mechanical crossbows of unlimited ammunition, the pursuit of soldiers is numerous. With the blessing of the boxing god, he is also like a mad tiger, fearless of death, and still wreaks havoc on Gray.

The storm meant no rest, and the yellow bean-sized raindrops hit the wound like venom and quickly grew white, trembling like baby's lips.

“Let's find somewhere to hide! ”

Gus had never seen his sister so badly injured that she revealed her weak side.

After the first murder, some power, bred in the dark of his heart, he did not know where the power came from, held Gray, his feet deep and shallow, and followed the waves in the storm and mud.

Finally, before the power ran out and the mudslides buried, it was quite high to find a cave that would not be submerged for the time being, relatively dry.

Deep in the cave, there is a nest of branches and weeds that have been pressed very soft and warm.

This is supposed to be where the bears live, but they don't see the bears.

Even if I did find out, Gus grabbed a serial mechanical crossbow and thought, I could shoot the bear in the head.

Gray fell into the dog bear's lair, biting her lips tightly, dumping everything in her backpack, shaking and finding the medicine.

Asked Gus to help her apply the medicine and bandage her, and took two more pills inside, so she took a long breath and fell asleep from time to time.

Grey's sleep was unstable, and even in his sleep he still had a nervous convulsion, shouting sharp yells, like fighting enemies in nightmares.

Gus had never encountered such a situation and had to worry to ask Lu Qingdu: “Can we, we, survive, reach the south and find the 'Steam Army’? ”

The demon stalled and said, "I hope so.

Gray woke up once before dawn.

At this time, her whole face was unnaturally red and her forehead was even foggy.

“Sister, you have a fever. ”

Gus said frighteningly, "You look like a torch burning! ”

“Mmm.”

Gray, supported by his brother, drank two large bags of water, and ate them raw and raw. After eating two pieces of soaked cake, he added animal fat, which just gasped, "Gus, listen, there's a sewn sack at the bottom of the backpack, and it's Dad's diary, which records the way to find the 'Steam Army' in the south. You take a look now, and then burn Dad's diary, and never fall into the hands of the Boxing Temple.

“Remember, if I can't make it, you're going to the South alone to find the Steam Army, and they're the only ones who can help you survive and avenge your father, okay? ”

“Sister, what nonsense! ”

Gus opened his eyes and said, "I'm not leaving you alone. You're gonna make it! ”

“I mean ‘if’. ”

Greg grinned, “Our enemies are the temple of boxing, and even... it's the true dignity of boxing gods. Don't you think it's too optimistic to say that you can make it? Don't worry, I'm fine now. How could a guy who just graduated from Iron Fist School and went into a boxing studio for a few years have saved my life? But if I ever meet my uncle, I can't promise.

“Go and look at Daddy's diary, it's your responsibility, it's your power! ”

After that, my sister fell asleep again.

Gus took a deep breath and tore open the dark bag on the bottom of his backpack with a knife.

Inside is a very beautiful notebook with framed, complex patterns that Gus has never seen before, which means that the tools and even the machinery needed to make the notebook are extremely precise.

Turn to the door page, and it says, "Gus, at the tip of his eyes, you can see at a glance, that's Dad's handwriting."

Daddy shuddered and wrote, "Is our world a lie? ”

This problem caused Gus to suddenly shrink his pupils and look up at the demons around him.

“Well, whether it's a lie or not depends on your definition of ‘lie’. ”

Lu gently touched his nose and fainted, “In a certain way, all the world is a false lie, and the meaning of life is to find and cultivate the only truth in countless lies, is that it? ”

Gus doesn't understand the devil.

He kept going through Dad's diary.

The diary was written with a very delicate stroke, a note that Gus had never seen before, winding like a fly's head, capable of writing very little but very clearly.

These words must be written with some kind of very thin tip, plus a very smooth ink supply system.

In this case, it involves very deep machining technology, which is deeply repugnant in the temple of boxing.

Anyway, Gus has never seen such a thin, clear and beautiful handwriting in Red Gold Town.

This diary alone, falling into the hands of the temple of boxing, is enough to convict Dad of death, not to mention the treacherous, even heartbreaking, remarks in the diary.

Sister didn't lie,

Daddy was the first to enter the demon. Sister only inherited Daddy's legacy.

Gus sighed, rubbed a towel and gently put it on his sister's hot forehead, which kept him watching. In the diary, Dad wrote:

“Iron Fist 10235, May 7.

“It's impossible!

“The power of boxing gods is invincible, without any demons, no magic, can fight the Iron Fist way, lies, fakes, are illusions, this‘ steam engine ’, it is impossible to output such a powerful power! ”

“Iron Fist 10235, July 2.

“Today, once again, I use a 'steam engine' to output comparable power to the 'fist of the deep sea', which is the fifth successful experiment in seven days, which means that as long as some broken copper iron and enough fuel, even an ordinary man with the power of an unbridled chicken, will be able to eject the fighting power of a martial arts genius for decades.

“If this is true, what is the point of decades of martial arts genius cultivation?

“My world has collapsed. The Iron Fist Path is the only truth. Is the Fist God the only true God?

“If ‘the power of machinery and steam' were so useful, if our world could have spread ‘the power of machinery and steam' on a massive scale as early as 3,500 years ago, would the people of Lebanon not have had to be ravaged for so many years by the ravages of vicious beasts, would we have become a unique spirit of all things, and what would our world look like?

“Why did the Fist God lie to us and not tell the world that the power of machinery and steam is so powerful? ”