40,000 Years of Cultivation

"sister!"

Gus rushed towards Grey, just in time to hold the staggering sister in his arms.

Grey's face was pale, her breathing was rapid, and the wet behind her back were all **** scars.

Although he is a boxing genius and has a serial mechanical crossbow with four infinite ammunition, there are many chasers, and under the blessing of the **** of fist, he looks like a mad tiger and fears death, still causing serious damage to Grey.

The torrential rain didn't mean to stop at all. Soybean-sized raindrops hit the wound like venom, and the wound quickly turned white, shaking like a baby's lips.

"Go, let's find a place to hide!"

Gus had never seen his sister so badly injured, showing a weak side.

After the first murder, a certain kind of power secretly bred in his heart. He did not know where the power came from, supporting Grey with one foot deep and one shallow foot, drifting with the waves in the heavy rain and mud.

Finally, before his power was exhausted and he was buried in a mudslide, he found a relatively dry cave that was relatively high and would not be submerged for the time being.

In the depths of the cave, there is a nest of branches and weeds, which has been pressed very soft and warm.

This is supposed to be the home of bear-like beasts, but they did not find the shadow of the bear.

Don't be afraid even if you find it, Gus held the serial mechanical crossbow and thought that I could shoot the bear in the head with one crossbow.

Grey fell into the bear's lair, bit her lips tightly, dumped the contents of her rucksack, shivering and found the medicine.

Ask Gus to help her apply medicine and bandage, and take two more pills internally. She breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep.

Grey's sleep is very restless, even in her sleep, she still twitches nervously, making a sharp roar, like fighting an enemy in a nightmare.

Gus had never encountered such a situation, and couldn't help asking Lu Qingchen worriedly: "We, can we get through, reach the south and find the'Steam Army'?"

The devil spread his hands and said, "I hope so.

Grey woke up once before dawn.

At this time, her whole body was hot, her face flushed unnaturally, and even a white mist appeared on her forehead.

"Sister, you have a fever."

Gus said in horror, "You are burning like a torch!"

"Ok."

With the help of her younger brother, Grey drank two large sacs of water, and ate two soaked naan cakes with animal fat. Then, she took a breath and said, "Gus, listen. At the bottom of the rucksack, there is a sewn dead pocket. Inside is Dad’s diary. It records the way to find the "Steam Army" in the south. You can look at it now, and then burn Dad’s diary. Can not fall into the hands of the Fist Temple.

"Remember, if I can't make it anymore, you alone will go to the south to find the'Steam Army'. They are the only people who can help you survive and avenge your dad, do you understand?"

"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Gus widened his eyes and said, "I won't leave you alone, you can definitely make it through!"

"I mean ‘if’."

Grey smiled bitterly, "Our enemy is the Temple of Fist, and even...the deity of the God of Fist, don’t you think it’s too optimistic to say that you can make it through? Don’t worry, I’m fine now, those who just learned from Iron Fist After graduating from school and entering the boxing gym for a few years, how could it kill me? But if I meet my uncle, I can’t guarantee it.

"Go, go and see Dad's diary, that is your responsibility and your right!"

After saying this, my sister fell asleep again.

Gus took a deep breath and tore open the hidden pocket at the bottom of the rucksack with a knife.

Inside is a beautifully bound notebook with mysterious and complicated patterns. Gus has never seen anything like this. This means that the tools and even machinery needed to make a notebook are extremely sophisticated.

Turning over the title page, there was a sentence written on it. Gus's sharp eyes could tell at a glance that it was his father's handwriting.

Dad tremblingly wrote, "Is our world a lie?"

This question caused Gus's pupils to shrink suddenly, and he looked up at the demon beside him.

"Uh, is it a lie? It depends on your definition of a lie."

Lu Qingchen touched his nose and said lightly, "From a certain point of view, all the world is a false lie, and the meaning of life is to find and cultivate the only truth among countless lies. That's probably it. ?"

Gus couldn't understand what the devil said.

He continued to look through his father's diary.

The diary is written with extremely fine brushstrokes. Gus has never seen such a note, winding like a fly's head, able to write extremely small but extremely clear writing.

Such handwriting must be written with a very fine pen tip, coupled with a very smooth ink supply system.

Inside, it involves a very high level of machining technology, which is something that the Temple of Fist hates and abhors.

Anyway, Gus had never seen such fine, clear and beautiful handwriting in Chijin Town.

Just this diary, falling into the hands of the Fist Temple, is enough to condemn Dad's death, not to mention the rebellious or even frenzied remarks recorded in the diary.

Sister didn't lie,

Dad was the first person to be enchanted, and my sister just inherited his father’s will.

Gus sighed, rubbed a towel, and gently put it on his sister's hot forehead, before continuing to look at it. In the diary, his father wrote:

"Tekken calendar 10235, May 7th.

"This is impossible!

"The power of Fist God is invincible. There are no demons, evil spirits, demons and sprites, which can contend with the way of iron fist, deceptive, fake, and illusion. This kind of'steam engine' is impossible to output such a powerful force!"

"Tekken calendar 10235, July 2nd.

"Today, I once again used the'steam engine' to output power comparable to the'Fist of the Deep Sea'. This is the fifth successful test in seven days. This means that as long as some broken copper and iron and enough fuel, even An ordinary person without the power to bind a chicken can blast a combat power comparable to a martial arts genius for decades.

"If this is true, then what is the point of decades of penance for martial arts geniuses?

"My world has collapsed. The Tao of Iron Fist is really the only truth. Is Fist God the only true God?

"If the'power of machinery and steam' is really so useful, if our world can spread the'power of machinery and steam' on a large scale three to five thousand years ago, would the people of Li people not have to suffer so much in the raging beasts? After years of ravages, have we already become the unique spirit of all things? What will our world be like?

"Why did the **** of fist deceive us and not explain clearly to the world that the power of machinery and steam is so powerful?"