Lu Sheng slowly woke up from his vague consciousness.
"Hmm....what is... this place?" He looked around.
In the time-space vortex before, he flew straight towards the direction locked by the formation, and soon encountered the first world rift floating in this direction.
In the space-time vortex, most of the world's positions are fixed, and there will not be much change.
What changes is the vortex. There are passages connecting different worlds in the vortex, but this passage has different entrances and exits every moment, which are used to link different worlds.
The last import and export will never be the same as the next time.
This is the complexity of the space-time vortex.
"It's just that I obviously entered that crack, why did I suddenly faint?" Lu Sheng hadn't felt faint for too long. Ever since his martial arts reached a certain level, he never encountered such a dangerous situation as losing consciousness.
After waking up, he slowly straightened up and found himself lying in a bedroom of an ancient residential house that looked quite historic.
The body was covered with a thick gray and white quilt, and the surrounding walls had wall skin falling off, revealing the mottled gray and black underneath.
Opposite the bed was the window, and faint shouts came in from outside the window.
On the wall on the right was a set of blue-gray uniforms, which looked like tights uniformly worn by some organizations in ancient times. There is also a slender silver-gray long sword hanging on the side of the clothes.
Lu Sheng saw clearly that there was a line of small characters engraved on the scabbard: Yeshan Sword School. The words he used instinctively recognized the memory of his body.
"By the way, what about other memories??!" He frowned, this was the first time, the first time he came here, and he didn't have most of the fusion memories of this body.
Lu Sheng lifted the quilt, got off the bed and stood up straight. He looked down at his torso at this time.
He looks muscular on the surface, but he is still thin and weak, with not much subcutaneous fat, making him look very lean.
Lu Sheng recalled carefully, he couldn't remember exactly how he fell into a coma before.
It seemed that he had just rushed into the crack of this world, and then seemed to bump into something hard, and completely lost consciousness.
For an existence of his level, to suddenly lose consciousness inexplicably, this is simply inconceivable.
Coupled with the fact that you can't even find your memory after coming down, it's a bit troublesome.
Lu Sheng's soul circled around in his body, and quickly found out the strength of the rules in this world.
"About one-third of the Heavenly Demon Realm... so high!?" The previous pure martial arts world was only one-tenth of the regular strength of the Heavenly Demon Realm.
But this world can actually reach one-third! That's pretty tough already.
Without memory fusion, Lu Sheng began to search around in the room, and soon, he found the general information of this young body in a drawer.
An identity plate, a swordsmanship booklet filled with various notes and experience.
Seeing these two things, Lu Sheng suddenly felt a slight tremor in his body, and immediately many intermittent images flashed in his mind.
This is the memory engraving of the physical body itself. Memory is not only recorded by the soul. The physical body also has similar functions, but it is not as powerful as the brain.
About ten minutes later, Lu Sheng probably sorted out and absorbed the remaining memory fragments, and then he roughly figured out his current situation.
His body was named Chen Ziluo, and he was an ordinary disciple of the Yeshan Sword Sect.
There are not many disciples of the Yeshan Sword Sect, and their swordsmanship is light and changeable.
In today's martial arts world, the Yeshan Sword Sect is the second most famous sect. In addition to Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei, the Qishan Wumeng, where the Yeshan Sword Sect is located, is the most famous.
"Shaolin? Wudang? Emei? This world looks familiar." Lu Sheng took down the standard long sword from the wall, and gently pulled it out. It was a very ordinary blade.
This body, Chen Ziluo, was regarded as the second batch of disciples in the Sword Sect, and he usually practiced martial arts with Du Fengzi, the master junior.
Chen Ziluo joined this sword sect five years ago. From the beginning until now, he has learned three sword techniques in total.
Qingluo swordsmanship, Mengrusha swordsmanship, and the Skylark Flower Feather Sword which was only learned in the third sect.
Among these three swordsmanship, the last Skylark Flower Ling Sword belongs to the true core swordsmanship of the Yeshan Sword School, and it is a high-grade swordsmanship that only formal disciples are eligible to be taught.
It's just that he didn't know why this Chen Ziluo was taught this top-grade swordsmanship, then he suddenly disappeared and was descended by Lu Sheng.
After sorting out the situation for a while, Lu Sheng put on the uniform of the school's disciples, carried the long sword on his back, and walked out of the bedroom slowly.
Outside is a small courtyard similar to a courtyard, with a well in the middle of the courtyard, and two young people are already practicing swords quickly by the well.
The rising sun illuminated half of the courtyard into pale gold.
"I've met Senior Brother Chen!" Seeing Lu Sheng go out, the two young men put down their long swords and bowed in salute.
"En." Lu Sheng didn't know who these two were, but this did not prevent him from easily using the psychological guidance technique to obtain the information he needed from these two guys.
After standing at the door and chatting with the two of them for a while, Lu Sheng probably understood the situation in this world.
This place is extremely eerie!
There are not only Shaolin Wudang Emei, but also many sects with names he is familiar with, such as Five Tigers Broken Door Knife, Iron Sand Palm, Beggars' Gang and so on.
The whole environment is a bit like the situation in Swordsman Jianghu, where the imperial court is corrupt and has very little control over the martial arts arena.
The order of the martial arts is maintained by the four major schools, namely Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, and Qishan Wumeng.
"Isn't the Qishan Martial League the Five Sacred Sword Sect?" A thought flashed through Lu Sheng's mind.
Another point is that there is no vitality or energy of heaven and earth here.
It's the same as when I was in Huangquanxing.
Apart from gas, there is no specific energy in the air. Therefore, the internal strength such as absorbing the natural essence of heaven and earth has no other use here except for a little concentration and calmness.
In fact, most of the martial arts here are foreign martial arts supported by physical parameters such as speed and strength.
After figuring this out, Lu Sheng bid farewell to the two newcomers, washed up hastily, and left the courtyard slowly.
From the mouths of those two people, he learned that Chen Ziluo was going to attend a small meeting of various sects today.
Chen Ziluo studied under Du Fengzi Zhao Han, a master of the school. It belongs to Du Fengzi's branch in the sect, and the entire Yeshan Sword Sect has four branches, and their teacher Du Fengzi is only one of them.
The four branches hold a small meeting every year to test the strength of each disciple. At the same time, it also has the meaning of increasing the sense of competition and enhancing the motivation of the disciples to practice martial arts.
There are four people in Du Fengzi's lineage, two of them were still chasing and killing an evil master in the south, and they didn't have time to come back, so this time the Xiaobi was led by Du Fengzi's first apprentice, Ning Mei.
And Chen Ziluo, who is now Lu Sheng, ranked third among the four disciples, and was not very eye-catching.
Although he is considered a role among ordinary disciples, in the eyes of all the sects, he is only a mediocre disciple who knows his name but is inconspicuous.
Such as Chen Ziluo's level, in the Jianghu, that is, those rookies, the background board behind the talented swordsman, and the apprentices and juniors.
Apart from showing the strength of rookie talents in group fights, it has no other function.
Apart from the courtyard, Lu Sheng quickly found Ning Mei, a senior sister who was eating meat buns and drinking soy milk, in a steamed stuffed bun shop on the right side outside the residence.
"Have a bowl?" Ning Mei looked twenty-three or fourteen years old, and her appearance was not beautiful, but overall she gave off a sense of calmness and rationality.
Sitting on the seat, she pressed her right hand on the sword handle on the table at any time, and slowly ate the buns with her left hand.
"No, Senior Sister Xie Ning." Lu Sheng shook his head and sat on the seat beside him, waiting for her to finish eating.
Ning Mei was born in a rich merchant family. Since she was young, she had only one daughter, so she was raised as a son at a very young age, so she also became very fond of wielding knives and guns. Later, she was sent to the Yeshan Sword School to learn art at a very young age. .
"You seem to have changed a bit. Is it because of a breakthrough in your swordsmanship?" Ning Mei's eyes were rather vicious, and she could see the difference between Lu Sheng and the past at a glance.
Apart from other things, just in terms of temperament, there is a huge gap between Lu Sheng and the previous Chen Ziluo.
Chen Ziluo was originally honest and introverted, he didn't like to talk, and he cringed when he met her.
But now Lu Sheng, sitting next to her is very natural, without any fear of differences.
"Fortunately, I have realized a little bit." Lu Sheng replied.
Ning Mei nodded, and stopped talking, just kept eating the meat buns, but Lu Sheng was thinking about Chen Ziluo's true karma.
As soon as he came here, he faced the embarrassment of not being able to find Chen Ziluo's remnant soul. If you can't find the remnant soul, you don't know what karma to complete to merge with the soul.
The two of them had breakfast, and Ning Mei, as the leader, took Lu Sheng together and left the courtyard block where they lived. Soon there were disciples in gray and white to lead the way.
Lu Sheng was thinking about Chen Ziluo's cause and effect all the way, and what happened on this trip, that he would be unconscious when he descended.
It wasn't until the three of them came to a tall manor with black tiles and white walls that Lu Sheng finally found out the last body memory of Chen Ziluo that was hidden deeply. Those neurological memories scattered in the internal organs of the body were brought together by him to form some functional memory fragments.
"Congenital heart disease?" After Lu Sheng got the memory, he was also slightly puzzled. Not only heart disease, but Chen Ziluo also has a strange state of mind that has no desires, no desires, and no love in life.
"No cause and effect? No will?" He looked up the original cause and effect of Chen Ziluo from the depths of the body's cells.
That is, he has no will at all. The original Chen Ziluo, living in this world, just practiced sword step by step, ate, and slept.
He responded to the expectations of his family and teachers, but never responded to his own needs. Life is dull and meaningless.
The moment Ning Mei slowly stepped into the manor, Lu Sheng raised his head and looked at the dazzling sunlight above his head.
"Is my life no longer ordinary...?"
This is Chen Ziluo's wish. A very weak obsession, a very light cause and effect.
Lu Sheng even felt that even if he didn't complete it, he could still absorb about 50% of the soul power.
"Refer to Master!" At this time, Ning Mei in front had already cupped her fists and saluted a kind old man with a white beard.
Lu Sheng came back to his senses, and hurriedly saluted the old man.
"See Master."