Simultaneous time travel, starting from Little Li Flying Dagger

"Making a fuss over nothing..."

Chuk couldn't help but let out a strange laugh.

It should be noted that all of Wang Lianhua's knowledge was initially acquired from his mother, Fairy Yunmeng.

This person can be described as a "mature version" of Lin Xian'er's martial arts, and his bedroom skills are naturally the ultimate techniques of Fairy Yunmeng, so it's normal that they were recorded in the "Lianhua Baojian".

Seeing that Uchiha Chuke had dropped his pretense and was gradually becoming engrossed in the treasure mirror, Chuke turned to look at the white-haired man and returned to the question he had just asked.

"What do you mean by the different flow of time in the heavens?"

Chuk nodded and explained, "Since we parted ways, half a month has passed for the Hokage, while a week has passed for me."

"The Uchiha and I had already discovered that the time flow rate in the One Person World and the Naruto World is about one to two. Currently, it seems that the time flow rate in your world is the slowest."

Simultaneous crossings seem to be a common occurrence.

Chuk lowered his head and pondered for a moment, quickly realizing that this matter had both advantages and disadvantages.

The good news for me is that with this time difference, the efficiency of learning secret techniques will increase several times over, but the bad news is also obvious: the key plot points will be much faster.

For example, the Uchiha clan massacre was originally scheduled for a year later, but time passes differently, and for the ancient dragon world version of himself, it might arrive in three or four months.

That's pushing too hard.

"There are still matters to be resolved at Xingyun Manor, so I'll leave the 'Lianhua Precious Mirror' to you."

Chuk clasped his hands in a fist salute to the two men, "Time is tight and the mission is heavy. I will do my best to acquire martial arts techniques and improve my strength!"

One of Chuk's men, Chuk, sensed through the gray fog that Chuk still had unfinished business, and thus gave him instructions:

"You've been efficient enough. Be careful in everything you do once you're out there, and don't take any unnecessary risks or be too aggressive for our sake."

"It's all a small matter," Chuck said with a smile. "I've always believed that the prerequisite for causing trouble is to survive."

After Chuk left the Gray Mist, Chuk and Uchiha Chuk also planned to part ways and say goodbye.

"Looks like I'll have to take a few days off."

"This 'Pitying Flower Treasure Mirror' is all-encompassing, and the bewitching techniques within it are difficult for me to master quickly without activating my Sharingan."

Uchiha Chuk sighed.

The difference between those who have awakened and those who haven't in the Uchiha clan is truly enormous.

The Uchiha who hadn't awakened their Sharingan weren't even considered cannon fodder...

One of them, Chuk, comforted him, "I have nothing to do on the mountain except cultivate every day. You can wander around the village and look for opportunities. Leave this to me. I will share my feelings and gains with the Gray Mist regularly."

Uchiha Chuk scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to express his gratitude, he noticed that there seemed to be light and shadow appearing in the steps below.

"Oh, a new person?"

The two sensed something and looked down, where the light and shadow quickly revealed the shape of a person.

He was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing thin-rimmed glasses.

Wearing a slightly tight dark suit, he exuded the dullness of a corporate slave in a cubicle, his face full of fatigue and despair.

He looked around in shock, and after a brief moment of surprise, he saw the faces of the two Chuk people in the seats, and his eyes instantly turned red and swollen.

"There really is a cheat code..."

"..."

"But why did it have to come after I lost everything?! What's the point of time travel... can it bring my parents, wife, and daughter back?!"

He knelt heavily on the ground, his back like a broken bow, his head buried in his arms, his whole body trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

His forehead was slamming against the floor repeatedly.

Soon, the smell of blood and the feeling of suffocation filled the entire gray fog space.

The man raised his head, his face covered in blood and his bloodshot eyes making him look like a demon.

The most terrifying thing is never despair, but that hope arrives too late, just in time to miss all opportunities.

"Fuck you, Storm! I'm going to fuck you to death!"

...........

Xingyun Manor.

The sky, as dark as ink, was tinged with a few streaks of blue-white, like blank spaces in a painting.

A few well-timed rooster crows set the stage for tonight's big battle.

"Li Xunhuan has committed such despicable and vile acts that harm the world. As his sworn brother, I had no choice but to harden my heart and kill him for the greater good. What are you still insisting on?"

"Could he really be an accomplice of the Plum Blossom Thief?"

Long Xiaoyun looked completely bewildered.

Behind him were a circle of servants holding Zhuge crossbows. Zhao Zhengyi, Master Xinmei, and others stood in the center. Although they were all injured, their faces remained arrogant.

Because they won.

These two uninvited guests who broke into Xingyun Manor to rescue Li Xunhuan are now at their last gasp, having exhausted their internal energy and physical strength, and are no longer in any danger.

Long Xiaoyun was keen to recruit the two, and earnestly advised them:

"Young master, you've only known Li Xunhuan for a few days, so it's understandable that you were deceived by his feigned kindness. But now that he has admitted to being the Plum Blossom Bandit, why have you come to save him time and time again?"

"If we have been misled by treacherous villains, it is not too late to turn back now."

The young man sneered but did not respond.

However, his condition was extremely poor. He was covered in blood, his clothes were torn to shreds, and his wounds were crisscrossed. Blood seeped from his fingertips and dripped onto the ground.

If it weren't for the golden silk armor on his body that had withstood several deadly attacks, he would have already died. At this moment, he felt a bloody taste in his throat and was still barely holding it in, but he would eventually spit out this mouthful of blood.

"Young Master Afei, it is my fault, Tie Chuanjia, that has implicated you."

Tie Chuanjia looked distressed. Tonight, he had invited A Fei to break into Xingyun Manor together, which led to them being surrounded.

"Where righteousness lies, I will not hesitate to do it."

Ah Fei shook his head, looked at the woodshed not far away, and sighed, "It's a pity I can't tell your young master that I've done my best."

"Pah!" Zhao Zhengyi spat on Tie Chuanjia, seeing that the two looked like they were going to their deaths.

"I spared your life in that dilapidated temple, and now you're coming back to seek death."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some righteous heroes, but you're just a bunch of fools willing to go through fire and water for the Plum Blossom Thief. You two go on your way first; Li Xunhuan will be joining you soon!"

Zhao Zhengyi held the judge's pen, his face full of excitement.

The story of "Iron-Faced and Impartial" personally killing his accomplices in the Plum Blossom Thief is another remarkable tale.

He was about to step forward and finish them off, but a cold glare from Ah Fei forced him to take several steps back.

Zhao Zhengyi was cunning and shrewd. He thought that this man was skilled with a fast sword, and even the Shaolin monk Master Xinmei and the martial arts master Tiedi had suffered a lot of losses.

What if he delivers another sword strike before he dies...?

He glanced sideways at the few people who remained motionless, and abandoned the idea of ​​being the first to act and picking up the pieces.

"Men, fire the arrows!"

Seeing this, Long Xiaoyun gestured to the servants behind him.

"Amitabha." Master Xinmei closed his eyes, seemingly unable to bear watching the scene that was about to unfold, and retreated to the back with the others.

In an instant, the crossbows fired in unison, their mechanisms clicking like a sudden downpour, sweeping away with a whooshing sound, intending to pin the two men to death on the spot.

In the instant that the rain of arrows fell, a figure suddenly plummeted from the horizon with a shout!

Its speed was as swift as a startled swan, and it emerged from the deep night like a swimming dragon.

It landed on the field, causing the ground to sink slightly.

"Buddha's Wrath: Tang Lotus!"