Lingzhang

Chapter 3: It's hard to return to Daohai
"get out of class is over! School is over!"

As the bell rang in the campus, Qin Linhui, who was standing at the door of the classroom, shouted "get out of class is over" and left the classroom first.

You know, the three rounds of "Nine Palaces Mixed Origin Palm" means that within a short period of time, all the students in the class have to try their best, or try to try their best to perform twenty-seven palms.

This is a very intense physical exertion.

Moreover, after Qin Linhui practiced it only once, the whole class repeated it for a whole class.

When students are still unable to truly concentrate on boxing and achieve the unity of body and mind to cultivate the power of Qi and blood, this high-frequency stimulation of Qi and blood and physical exertion means that the whole class is sweating profusely before the course is halfway through.

It is only the second month since the start of the senior year of high school. It is the hottest time of the year, the most stuffy season. Therefore, the smell in the classroom is unbearable as you can imagine.

It was precisely because of these thoughts that even though Qin Linhui was about to turn around and "escape", he couldn't help but subconsciously look at Yue Hanzhang in the corner of the classroom.

Sure enough, Yue Hanzhang's performance still stood out from the crowd.

At this moment, almost half of the students in the classroom were soaked, panting, and sat down on the floor as if exhausted; the remaining half could be clearly seen letting out their tense breath in an instant as the shout of "get out of class is over" rang out.

Only Yue Hanzhang in the corner, although his "youthful" burly figure was also covered in sweat, the posture of boxing seemed to be imprinted on him. His breathing was a little short but not disordered.

It seemed that as long as Qin Linhui shouted "Open fist" again, Yue Hanzhang would be able to take a step forward and swing out a palm in an instant at his peak condition.

What a good seedling, what a pity.

At this moment, as this thought arose, Qin Linhui wanted to stop and find Yue Hanzhang to say something, but in his forty years of life, Qin Linhui had seen too many examples of geniuses who died young.

So those words disappeared before they even came out of my mouth.

In the end, Qin Linhui didn't even know what he was running away from, he just walked away in a hurry.

Almost the next moment after Qin Linhui left the classroom, in the corner of the classroom, Yue Hanzhang had packed a tattered backpack, crossed the classroom, walked past the students who were sitting and gasping for breath, and walked out of the classroom.

From beginning to end, Yue Hanzhang did not greet anyone, and no one took the initiative to greet Yue Hanzhang.

Even though Yue Hanzhang was suffering from nightmare syndrome, he could still feel their gazes as if he was an alien amid the roar and noise. Moreover, the moment Yue Hanzhang walked out of the classroom, he could already hear the same noisy sounds in the classroom.

It is difficult to say whether they excluded Yue Hanzhang or Yue Hanzhang took the initiative to isolate them.

A moment later, when Yue Hanzhang walked out of the school and then passed through a busy road, the surrounding environment became increasingly desolate, as if the city was clearly divided into two worlds from the environment behind Yue Hanzhang.

Shantytown on the outskirts of the city.

However, in Yue Hanzhang's eyes, there was no difference between these two worlds. Apart from the auditory disturbance, the visual hallucinations brought about by the nightmare syndrome were gradually getting worse and gradually overlapping in Yue Hanzhang's field of vision for a long time. At this moment, no matter where Yue Hanzhang looked, there were fleeting strands of light golden light in his sight.

Therefore, with the superposition of such a "filter", both the shanty towns and the prosperous areas in the city center are full of colorful scenes.

Of course, for Yue Hanzhang, this visual "filter" is like persistent light pollution.

Just like he had adapted to the roar in his head, Yue Hanzhang had now been forced to adapt to the faint golden light in his eyes that came from an unknown source.

So, after walking on the long and narrow road and making several turns in the maze-like shantytown, when Yue Hanzhang came to a community that seemed to be full of dilapidated buildings, he saw a group of people blocking the door.

Yue Hanzhang raised his eyebrows and saw many familiar figures in the crowd.

"Uncle Zhou, what's going on?" Compared to his unique personality among his peers, Yue Hanzhang at this moment, when talking to the old man, showed a relaxation and lightness that did not belong to his age.

"Oh? Xiao Yue is out of school. Oh, the unfortunate thing happened again today. It was Xiao Liu who just moved to our place half a year ago. He was a bit exhausted and came from outside the city to make a living, but today he was sent back sideways."

Uncle Zhou's old voice was filled with sighs about the impermanence of life and death.

As the crowd surged, Yue Hanzhang could clearly see several strangers carrying a stretcher, passing through the crowd and walking towards the community.

The "Xiao Liu" mentioned by Uncle Zhou was lying on a stretcher covered in blood.

Upon closer inspection, it was unknown whether the attack was caused by some monster outside the city, but "Xiao Liu's" originally strong chest had been beaten into a bloody mess and sunken. It seemed that only his fingers were still trembling slightly, but it was obvious that he had not much life left and death was only a moment away.

As the stretcher moved, someone beside "Xiao Liu" was singing in a low voice in a strange accent.

“God is returning to the sea of ​​Dao! God is returning to the sea of ​​Dao!”

Seeing this unique customs and features that he had rarely seen before, Yue Hanzhang looked at them a few more times as if inquisitive. However, the habits he had developed over many lifetimes made him feel a little at a loss in front of such a scene. After seeing the novelty, Yue Hanzhang hurried forward and went through the crowd to go home.

But it was at this moment that in Yue Hanzhang's vision, a bright and pure golden light suddenly became stronger!

It was a basketball-sized ball of gilded silk thread, which was hanging abruptly above "Xiao Liu's" head.

he died.

For no reason, such a thought suddenly arose in Yue Hanzhang's mind.

"God returns to the sea of ​​Dao!"

As the low chanting continued, in an instant, in this bright ball of gilded silk thread, gradually there were strands of light golden light, like smoke, dissipating between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Yue Hanzhang just stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

He had never thought that in such a scene he would be able to gain insight into the origin of the strange changes in his mind. At least, it made Yue Hanzhang understand what those light golden threads that were spreading all around him were.

That is not some mysterious power that leaves no trace. It has a source and a process of development. Sorting out all this seems to mean that as long as one finds the way, one will be able to find a way to solve one's own mutation!
And just when Yue Hanzhang's thoughts flashed to this point, as if realizing it belatedly, Yue Hanzhang was stunned again - after suffering from the nightmare for a long time, when did he regain his usual sharp mind?

The lingering roar and noise were suddenly broken by a moment of silence.

Just as Yue Hanzhang's thoughts were flowing here, as the light golden silk thread continued to diffuse, the originally suspended gilded thread ball actually flickered at this moment. Oddly enough, when Yue Hanzhang watched this change, he suddenly felt that the flickering changes in the thread ball were so consistent with his breathing and heartbeat.

boom--!
The next moment, the roar and noisy sounds that had been silent for a moment seemed to collide as if the world was created. The violent sounds overlapped in an instant, and it was like thunder exploding in Yue Hanzhang's mind!

Immediately afterwards, with the roar of thunder, Yue Hanzhang’s eyes went dark.

In the last moment before he completely lost his vision and senses, Yue Hanzhang saw the ball of gilded thread dissipate in an instant, turning into a torrent of light, rushing towards him madly.

And in Yue Hanzhang's ears, the voice was still singing in a low voice.

"God returns to the sea of ​​Dao!"

(End of this chapter)