[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

The wind was cold and the moonlight was bright.

The snowy mountains were very cold, extremely cold. The newly fallen snow soon froze into ice. The layers of ice were as hard as rock, not to mention the rock beneath the ice, which was three times harder than iron.

The two people, whose chests were completely stabbed into the rock, remained silent until the boundless moonlight was covered by black clouds.

Hu Fei moved his shoulders and punched the ice one after another, as if he wanted to dig himself out of the ground with his bare hands. He didn't dare to use too much internal force. It didn't matter if he had the bonus points, but he had to consider Miao Renfeng who was holding his clothes behind him. He was acupunctured and only hooked the corner of his clothes with his fingertips. If he used too much force and broke free of the corner of his clothes, his defense would fail, and Miao Renfeng would definitely be injured when the internal force was poured in.

Hu Fei did not dare to move too slowly. If time dragged on for too long, his physique would naturally be able to withstand it. However, Master Miao was getting old after all. If the cold penetrated into his bones, and it was cloudy and rainy in the future, his legs would be in trouble.

As he smashed things, Hu Fei couldn't help laughing in his heart. The person he treated so carefully was the murderer of his father. Miao Renfeng made him lonely all his life, and now he fell off a cliff and almost lost his life because of him. Even if he was a hero and had never let his parents down, he would not seek revenge on him. Why should he worry so much? It was right for him to suffer.

The movements of my hands began to slow down.

Then he thought again, he was Lan'er's biological father after all. What father in the world could bear to see his beloved daughter sharing a bed with a man, with her clothes disheveled? Lan'er was in love with him, so how could he have such ill will towards her father? Moreover, the night was getting darker, and Lan'er had been waiting for so long, she must be very anxious.

In fact, he himself was more anxious.

For Miao Ruolan, she and her brother Hu were only separated for more than an hour, but for Hu Fei, it was a whole year and three months!

He missed her. He didn't feel it when he was on the horror island, but after leaving the game, she was in his mind and dreams!

Thinking of this, Hu Fei moved faster, and thought that he could no longer hide his abnormality. Instead of being asked, he might as well tell it himself.

He turned around and said, "Miao, are you okay? Once I break through this rubble of ice and snow, we can get out. But the force is too strong, so you must hold on to the back of my clothes and never let go!"

After saying that, he mobilized various numerical values, filled his palm with internal strength, and slapped the ice layer below him fiercely. With a series of crackling sounds, the ice layer and rock completely collapsed and shattered, spreading several feet below his body!

Hu Fei held Miao Renfeng with one hand, exerted force on his feet, and soared into the sky like a white crane, and then landed lightly on the ground. Then he massaged several acupuncture points on Miao Renfeng, bowed and said: "This is an expedient way to get out of this situation. I hope that Hero Miao will forgive my impoliteness."

Miao Renfeng remained silent. Just when Hu Fei thought that he had accidentally pressed his mute point, Miao Renfeng finally spoke, his voice a little ethereal:
"Why do you know the Eight Directions Hidden Knife Style?"

Under the night sky, the martial arts master who claimed to be invincible had a gloomy and cold expression on his face. His tone was even colder: "Why do you know the Hu family sword technique? What happened just now? Who are you?!"

He suddenly grabbed Hu Fei's arms, his voice gradually broke, his eyes were red, like a person who was about to fall into the abyss, grabbing the only life-saving straw, his expression was almost crazy: "Are you...are you...!"

Hu Fei was pressed by this question and recalled all the sorrows of his youth when he was wandering around the world. He could not help but smile miserably. Instead of answering, he said, "It's late at night, and Sister Lan is still waiting for me..." He wanted to say "we", but he swallowed the word "I" halfway through, because he saw that the old senior in front of him had tears in his eyes and hugged him tightly.

"It's really you!"

Even a smart person like Hu Fei was confused by this strong emotion. He was also a little embarrassed. After a moment of silence, he said: "Yes, I am..."

"Brother Hu!" Miao Renfeng screamed heartbreakingly, frightening Hu Fei to death. Then he patted his shoulder and cried, "Brother, we have been separated for more than 20 years, and today we can finally meet again!" Miao Renfeng burst into tears and knelt down crying, "Brother Hu! You are a reincarnation, but I didn't recognize you. If you didn't have magical powers, I would have made a big mistake again! I'm sorry, I couldn't... I couldn't... Just kill me!"

Hu Fei's hand that was supporting him suddenly froze.

His expression was as strange as if he had been jumped on and slapped in the face by a group of dwarfs.

"actually, I……"

Miao Renfeng held Hu Fei's hand tightly and asked, "Where is your sister-in-law? Has she been reincarnated? Have you and your wife met in the underworld? After you died that day, brother Hu, your sister-in-law followed you... Could it be..." He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes suddenly widened, and his yellow face turned as pale as a deathly person. His expression was torn, and it seemed that even his soul was about to fly out!
"Could it be that Lan'er is the reincarnation of Mrs. Hu?!"

Hu Fei was also completely torn apart.

……

Jing Wuming did not return to his own world. He had no ties there, no relatives, no friends, and not even anyone he knew. However, because he controlled the huge wealth of the Money Gang, there were many people who wanted to kill him.

What's the point of going back? What's the point of living?
He walked around the empty secret room, and his only remaining hand brushed past doors, finally stopping in front of the door of "Deep Palace Grievance".

He stood in the doorway, which was open.

When he stepped into the door, the voice of the game suddenly sounded, asking him whether he accepted the challenge of passing the level. If he did not accept, he could enter and exit freely without any obstacles, but there would be no reward for passing the level. If he accepted, then he could only leave after passing the level, and accordingly, he would get a certain reward for passing the level.

Jing Wuming thought about it and refused. When the white light faded, he found that he had changed into a guard uniform. It seemed to be a new identity given to him by the game. However, he didn't understand why there was so much blood on the guard uniform while he was lying on a straw mat.

After moving slightly, Jing Wuming was surprised to find that the blood on his clothes should be his own, because he was wearing a set of night clothes under his guard uniform, and blood was flowing out of his body continuously.

With injuries, night clothes, and broken arrows scattered around, Jing Wuming had a new understanding of his identity - an assassin who sneaked into the palace.

It seems that his martial arts skills are also very ordinary.

The injury was severe, but it didn't hurt. I guess the identity given by the game was just a simulation and wouldn't really hurt him.

Jing Wuming checked his injuries. An arrow pierced his chest, he was stabbed in the lower abdomen, and his back was stabbed twice. If an ordinary killer had such injuries, he would probably not be able to stand up. Even if he was carefully taken care of, it would take him ten days or half a month to get out of bed.

Jing Wuming is also a killer, but he is stronger than ordinary killers. Even without the game points, he can still fight a life-and-death battle with gritted teeth. Now it is nothing.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to stand up, he heard a weak voice from the side: "You have just been seriously injured, it is not suitable for you to move."

Jing Wuming ignored him.

He recognized the person who was speaking. It was the Zhaoyi who was banished to the cold palace after failing to frame Li Xunhuan. Her name was Yang something.

The former Concubine was also lying weakly on the straw mat at this moment, but Jing Wuming was lying there because of injury, while he was lying there purely because of hunger.

Life in the cold palace was not easy. When Wuhua and the others were there, the food sent in from outside was only intermittent. Sometimes the meal that finally came was rotten. Fortunately, they were able to be self-reliant and rely on robbing the imperial kitchen to have feasts every day.

Of course Yang Zhaoyi could also have a feast, but what she ate was not a buffet, but a straw mat. She was so hungry that she could not walk, and was just sipping the northwest wind with her mouth open.

Of course, drinking the northwest wind is too harsh to hear. If he were to say it himself, he is absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and gathering the essence of the sun and the moon.

"There are guards outside. If you go out rashly, it will be the same as committing suicide." Yang Muqing said weakly, "Lie down. If you are caught by them, they might even implicate me."

Jing Wuming asked: "You saved me? Do you know me?"

Yang Muqing hummed weakly.

Jing Wuming really stopped moving. He wanted to figure out what script he had and what situation he was in. After being tempered by his writing skills, he could guarantee that no matter what absurd things he heard next, his heart would not be shaken in the slightest.

"I just realized that you must be Shangguan Jinhong's male lover outside the palace..."

"Cough cough cough..."

"what happened to you?"

"It's okay. The wind is strong. Go on."

"I didn't recognize you at first, but you kept saying Shangguan Jinhong when you were unconscious."

Jing Wuming: “…” Well, he underestimated the game. This guy’s words were like thunderbolts, and he really couldn’t keep calm.

Yang Muqing said quietly: "Shangguan Xuanshi... ah no, now she should be called Concubine Wen. Concubine Wen had some connection with me. His people were desperate and ran into the cold palace. How could I just ignore it and watch him die?"

"I guess you must have heard about his plight outside the palace, so you risked your life to come into the palace to rescue him. It's hard to believe that you are so devoted to him."

Jing Wuming stood up when he was halfway through his words. By the time Yang Muqing finished speaking, he had already taken off his guard uniform, which was heavy and cumbersome, and really inconvenient to move around. The main thing was that Jing Wuming had to leave quickly. This Zhaoyi looked so gentle, why was she talking so fiercely? If he stayed any longer, he would have to stab this person to death with a sword.

"Hey, your wound!" Yang Muqing cried out. Seeing that Jing Wuming ignored him, he said, "It's useless for you to do this. You don't know what he is facing! He is using witchcraft in the palace to seduce His Majesty. The Queen is ready to get rid of him!"

Jing Wuming paused.

"What do you know? Tell me more carefully."

(End of this chapter)