Chapter 1
In the small courtyard, Feng Jueyu sat under the pavilion, looking at the pleasant yet unfamiliar scenery around him, and couldn't help but feel an urge to die...
"Damn it, I'm unlucky. I'm so damn unlucky. I'm unlucky for the rest of my life."
God, I haven't offended you, have I? I'm doing well on Earth, why do you want to "exile" me to the "frontier"? Yes, I have killed many people, but those people deserved to die. I am enforcing justice for the heavens, do you understand?
Thinking of his own time travel history, Feng Jue wanted to cry but had no tears...
That night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong, but there was a huge crowd on the top of Mount Tai. Nearly a hundred assassins from an international organization ran to the hidden ancient martial arts sect Hong Yuanmen to snatch the ancient martial arts treasure "Hong Yuan Tian Jing".
Upon hearing the news, Feng Da, the son of China and known as the Uncrowned Evil Emperor, was extremely angry. How could the treasure of China, Huan Huan, fall into the hands of the Japanese? So, Feng Da rushed back from overseas, and set up an ambush on the mountainside of Mount Tai alone to kill nearly a hundred of the world's top killers, including dozens of island ninjas. In the end, he stabbed the second-ranked Tianren master to death on the top of Mount Tai.
After this battle, the killer Feng was about to become famous again, but he didn't expect that when all his opponents were killed and the "Hong Yuan Tianjing" was taken back, the killer Feng was inexplicably electrocuted by the "Hong Yuan Tianjing" and was burned to death.
"I actually happened to encounter such a bullshit thing. I'm so damn unlucky." Feng Jue spat into the lake, feeling so grievance-filled that he couldn't vent it out.
The assassin Feng was not originally called Feng Jueyu, but it was almost the same. Without the word "Yu", he would be the uncrowned evil emperor who was feared by both the black and white worlds on Earth - Feng Jue...
Before crossing over, Feng was not only the number one assassin in China, but also the world-famous number one assassin king: the Uncrowned Evil Emperor...
After traveling through time, Feng Jue became a useless, illiterate, and playboy in the Shangguan Mansion of Tiannan City in Taixuan Continent. He was even a prospective "son-in-law" who married into another family and lived under someone else's roof...
The huge gap made Feng the Great Killer depressed and speechless for three whole days... For three whole days, even though Feng the Great Killer was proud of his strong adaptability, he still couldn't accept the cruel reality at the moment.
Imagine, what would a soul that was lawless, invincible, and looked down upon the world in its previous life feel like when it entered a body that was as scum as tofu? Fortunately, there was a "handle" under this skin, otherwise Young Master Feng would definitely choose to commit suicide regardless of everything, enter the underworld and start over again, and experience the feeling of reincarnation...
Feeling his body almost hollowed out by the debauchery, the assassin Feng Da cried out for the umpteenth time: "My meridians are blocked, my bones are soft and loose, and I am weak and deficient. Even if I have a unique skill, I can't use it. How could I travel through time and space in the body of such a loser?"
Oh my god, are you really going to piss me off to death? I did such a good thing, and you treat me like this? Damn, if you give me one chance, just one chance, I will definitely use the Punishment Sword to blast your asshole...
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At this moment, I heard the sound of fighting coming from the square in front of the main courtyard...
In his previous life, Feng Jue was the Uncrowned Evil Emperor. He was not only proficient in medicine and martial arts, but was also given such a lofty and feared title by the people of the world. Naturally, he felt an extraordinary affinity for this familiar voice.
Hearing the "bang bang" sound of wooden blades colliding, Feng Jue's eyes lit up out of habit. In the past three days, this was the first time he had seen martial arts in this world. How could he not take a look? Feng Jue took two steps at a time and walked towards the square...
In the center of the square not far away, there were at least seven or eight young men standing together. Two of them, one wearing a green shirt and the other wearing a white robe. The two were quite different in age. The one in the white robe was named Shangguan Ruowen, seventeen years old, exactly the same age as Feng Jue. The other one was his brother-in-law: Shangguan Ruofan...
The Taixuan Continent is full of martial arts, and the Shangguan family is famous for martial arts. Naturally, they attach great importance to martial arts training. Once the family finds someone who can cultivate "true qi", they will start to cultivate him from a young age. Although Shangguan Ruofan is five years younger than Shangguan Ruowen, he has a solid foundation in martial arts. Every move he makes is steady and solid, and his sword is as fast as flowing clouds. His momentum is quite extraordinary. He uses the "Western Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique" passed down from the ancestors of the Shangguan family...
In his memory, Feng Jue knew that old man Shangguan Lingyun, who had no relatives with him, was very good to him. Not only did he betroth his granddaughter to him, he also taught him all the ancestral skills.
Unfortunately, the original owner of this skin was a useless person. He was taken to the Shangguan family when he was nine years old. For eight years, despite Shangguan Lingyun's careful training, he was still unable to achieve anything in literature or martial arts. However, he relied on his grandfather and became a loser in Tiannan City.
But now it’s different. Feng Jueyu is still Feng Jueyu, but his soul is Feng Jue, the king of killers who is feared by everyone in the underworld on Earth: the Uncrowned King.
After watching for a while, Feng Jue shook his head repeatedly. The two people in the square were both using the "West Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique". With his understanding of the essence of martial arts in his previous life, it was not difficult to see that this set of sword techniques Feng Jue emphasized "intention" rather than "qi". It was a smooth and ever-changing sword technique with as many as twelve kinds of changes, which could be divided into three routes of attack: upper, middle and lower.
Although the swordsmanship was exquisite, Shangguan Ruowen and Shangguan Ruofan had not yet mastered it to the fullest at their age, and could not even use all twelve of their own variations. Shangguan Wen was better, as he could use four variations, but his brother-in-law Shangguan Ruofan simply switched between two, with few variations and none of them being perfect, so losing was almost certain.
At this moment, Shangguan Ruofan was pressed hard by Shangguan Ruowen, and in a rage, he shouted in his childish voice: "The west wind is flying."
The wooden sword trembled in his wrist, and in an instant, a strange sword light flashed across the sword. At the same time, a faint purple light appeared on Shangguan Ruofan's body...
Suddenly, Feng Jue's eyes lit up, and his face showed extreme excitement: "True Qi? Is it really the inner family's mental method? Damn, my luck is not that bad. How can I encounter such a precious thing as the inner family's mental method in this world?"
The martial arts of Taixuan Continent are clearly divided into seven levels, namely virtual martial arts, qi martial arts, true martial arts, spiritual martial arts, black martial arts, heavenly martial arts and divine martial arts. Each level is divided into four levels: beginner, intermediate, advanced and perfect...
Taixuan martial arts is based on qi. Practitioners first cultivate their own "true qi" and then practice martial arts. There is an obvious qi halo in each realm, corresponding to the realm, which are purple, white, gold, cyan, blue, orange, green...
Shangguan Ruofan's move "West Wind Flying Shadows" is one of the last two basic sword styles of "West Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique". He uses his own "true energy" and tries his best to create sword flowers and thousands of illusions to confuse the enemy. If this move is used well, it can unleash the maximum power and control ability of the next move "Setting Sun Looking into the Blue Clouds".
However, Shangguan Ruowen had practiced for five years longer than Shangguan Ruofan, and his own rank was four ranks higher than Shangguan Ruofan, which was the level of perfection in Qi and martial arts. How could he not know the reason?
West Wind Flying Shadow is a skill of controlling the knife with the sword. The body is like a roc in the sky and heavy as a mountain when it lands. The previous chopping is fake and it paves the way for the next sword sweeping out the blue cloud. A purple light flashes, like the setting sun, and then a green light appears. Shangguan Ruowen is naturally familiar with all of this. He jumped over it early, and then lightly tapped Shangguan Ruofan, who had no strength left to jump out when he landed, with a wooden sword, and made Shangguan Ruofan fall to the ground with a mouth full of dust.
In just a moment, Shangguan Ruofan was defeated!
“Haha.” Shangguan Ruowen made a sword gesture, held the wooden sword upside down in his hand, and leaned it against his shoulder. He laughed without blushing or breathing hard, “Cousin Ruofan, your sunset-looking blue clouds move is still not up to par. I’ll show you later. At least outside, don’t do what you did today. It’s ridiculous and brings shame to our Shangguan family. Haha!”
Shangguan Ruowen's viciousness has exceeded the boundaries of bloodline. His second and third sons and grandsons did not feel ashamed but laughed at him. Seeing this, the killer Feng Da felt cold inside: "It was just a duel, but they pushed and insulted each other. It seems that the Shangguan family is not united."
Shangguan Ruofan was young, but not stupid. He knew that the second and third wives had been dissatisfied with the first wife because of his sister's management of the family business, and had been looking for opportunities to laugh at the first wife. He was so angry that tears came to his eyes. He wanted to say something back, but when he remembered that his father had said not to cause trouble, he held it back and could only walk aside silently, feeling lost...
As he spoke, Shangguan Ruowen suddenly turned to Feng Jue, sheathed his sword, and walked over to him: "Brother Feng, I learned that you accidentally fell three days ago, and I didn't come to visit you. Brother Feng will not blame me, right?"
"Alas... If I hadn't left first that day, Brother Feng wouldn't have encountered such an accident. I have always felt very guilty. Brother Feng, you won't blame me for leaving without saying goodbye, right?" Shangguan Ruowen clasped his fists with a smile. Somehow, the killer Feng suddenly felt that there was a hint of gloating on Shangguan Ruowen's face?
"Is he familiar with you?" The assassin Feng frowned, swallowed the words that were on his lips, and memories surged up: "Three days ago, huh? Oh, yes, it was this guy who invited Feng Jueyu to Yunxiang Tower for a drink. Halfway through the drink, this guy and the accompanying Tiannan City playboys left without saying hello, and followed Feng Jueyu home alone. On the way, he accidentally fell down and was unconscious for a day and a night. Although this guy's tone said he was here to apologize, why do I feel that he is a weasel paying New Year's greetings to the chicken?"
"Is there something fishy going on here?" Feng Jue had only been in the time travel for three days, but he had not forgotten his qualities and habits as the king of assassins. Based on Shangguan Ruowen's ill-intentioned words, he immediately realized that there might be something else going on: Yes, how could a healthy person fall to his death? It's unlikely that he would drink a lot of alcohol, right?
Feng Jue's mind quickly replayed the vague memories of Feng Jueyu before his death. After a moment, he got a picture: three nights ago, Feng Jueyu was drunk and returning to Shangguan's house from Yunxiang Tower. On the way, he met a man walking towards him. It was too late and he had drunk too much, so he couldn't see his face clearly. The two passed by each other, and the mysterious man knocked Feng Jueyu to the ground, and then... he was hit hard on the back of his head by a hard object...
A hard hit?
Feng Jue's pupils suddenly shrank: "Feng Jueyu's death was not an accident, but a frame-up by someone..."
"Damn, it seems that this idiot Feng Jueyu is not living peacefully in Shangguan's house!" After sorting out Feng Jueyu's memory, Feng Jue immediately became alert: Although he could not be sure that Shangguan Ruowen had done this, he left halfway, obviously to avoid suspicion, so it was hard to guarantee that he had some unclear relationship with him.
Seeing Feng Jue absent-minded and not answering, Shangguan Ruowen couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "Fuck, this bastard who only eats and waits for death is really lucky. Zixiong's brick didn't even kill him, huh? Why doesn't this idiot say anything? Did he get hit silly? Haha, silly is good, you got to take advantage of the old man's favor to show off, you deserve it..."
Feng Jue didn't know that his unintentional guess had actually hit the nail on the head. The death of the dead ghost Feng Jueyu was not an accident, but someone deliberately arranged it, and Shangguan Ruowen was the key. But except for the killer Feng himself, no one knew that the person standing in front of them was no longer Feng Jueyu, but the evil emperor Feng Jue...
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