Purgatory Artist

"The current world: a past life."

"Status: Controversy over history."

"The recording of this period of history has begun."

"Available time: one day (I have left the nightmare world, and I will return to the void directly after leaving here.)."

"first step:"

"Become a member of the martial arts gym."

"If you succeed, you can move on, if you fail..."

"Consequence 1: The recording is terminated immediately;"

"Consequence two: Guizang's best martial arts sutra becomes a joke, and you don't have any help anymore;"

"Consequence three: You will not be able to reach the level of'sanctification', and you will lose the only chance to save history."

The historical recorder finished the above paragraph and handed it to Liu Ping to take a look.

"It looks like you have to join the martial arts gym..."

Liu Ping murmured.

"Not only that." The historical recorder said.

"What are the consequences?" Liu Ping asked.

"From now on, I can only follow you, you have to take care of the food, otherwise I will starve to death, history will not be recorded, and you will not be able to bring this piece of history back to the main timeline." The historical recorder said.

"Finally? This is easy." Liu Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, a voice came from the martial arts hall:

"Start the selection now!"

"All those who sign up for the selection will enter the museum in sequence!"

Everyone immediately became nervous.

Liu Ping also quickly stood in the queue and moved forward step by step in the order.

The historical recorder flew in the air, while writing something, saying: "Come on—this is the only opportunity, do you have any confidence?"

"some."

Liu Ping looked around and saw that many applicants had a strong aura.

-But by comparison, my martial arts and martial arts skills, I definitely don't think it is worse than anyone else.

"Yes, after all, you have been fighting for so many lives, and you have created countless methods along the way. You should be quite sure of being selected this time." The historical recorder said excitedly.

"I will do my best." Liu Ping nodded.

"By the way, it's better to wait for you to finish this screening, let's have a good meal at noon to celebrate." The historical recorder suggested.

Liu Ping glanced at him.

—Yes, I am also responsible for raising this guy.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked.

"Don't make it too complicated-eight meats and eight dishes, three wines and six dishes, this kind of simple dining is completely enough, after all, you have to practice next." The historical recorder said.

Liu Ping rubbed the private money ring of the King of Thorns on his finger, and said, "...Looking back carefully, I haven't had a good meal for a long time."

"Then it's decided like this?"

"Well, wait for me to pass the selection first."

"Hahaha, you must be fine, I will look for any good shops nearby."

After the historical recorder finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash.

At this time, the martial arts hall finally called Liu Ping's name:

"Liu Ping, enter the hall and start the assessment!"

"Yes!"

Liu Ping replied and walked towards the martial arts hall.

Three minutes later.

street.

Liu Ping sighed involuntarily as he sat on the crouch of the road.

The historical recorder floated beside him, saying in a completely desperate tone:

"How is it possible? Why did you fail?"

Liu Ping said, "I think I played well, I don't know why I was eliminated."

"What did you do?" the historian asked.

Liu Ping recalled: "As soon as I entered, an old man slammed a boxing frame at me and let me attack with all my strength. I saw his fingers spread upwards, the bottom plate was calm, and his expression was subtle, so I thought he had seen through my boxing style— "

"Then what?" the historical recorder couldn't wait to ask.

"Then I shot him flying." Liu Ping said confused.

The historical recorder was also startled.

"Strange, it is said that this should have passed the selection, why-I don't believe it, I have to go and see!"

After speaking, his figure flashed, and suddenly disappeared from the void.

after awhile.

The historical recorder reappeared.

Liu Ping said, "Is my move too simple and doesn't show any potential? So it doesn't look as good as others?"

"no…"

The historical recorder looked a little speechless, and shook the pamphlet in his hand.

I saw densely packed text flying out of the booklet, constructing a picture out of thin air.

—It is the martial arts hall.

In the martial arts hall, the old man put out his fist frame, with his five fingers facing up, and said to the other selector on the opposite side: "Okay, your selection has started, and you can attack directly."

"Yes!"

The selection person took a few steps forward, took out a money bag from his arms, placed it in the open hand of the old man, and said with a compensatory smile: "A little meaning, no respect."

The old man weighed his pocketbook and said with satisfaction: "Yes, understanding is natural, you pass the test."

The candidate immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master."

"go in."

"Yes!"

…

The screen ends.

Liuping: "..."

Historical recorder: "..."

Liu Ping thought for a while, and said, "In this period of history, I must first become a member of the martial arts gym?"

"Yes! But you failed!" The historical recorder said dejectedly.

"In fact, the mission is to'become a member of the martial arts gym.' It doesn't have to be the martial arts gym just now." Liu Ping said.

He stood up and looked out the street.

I saw that there were several martial arts schools on this street.

"let's go!"

Liuping walked forward along the street.

The historical recorder's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to touch his body, and whispered: "It seems that there is still a chance... I really don't want to suffer the knife of the law of fate..."

He floated behind Liu Ping and quickly followed.

Liu Ping walked all the way, looked all the way, and saw the martial arts hall on the whole street.

"How about it?"

The historical recorder can't wait to ask.

Liu Ping said: "This world—what kind of world is it?"

The historical recorder waved his hand impatiently: "The power system in this world is much more complicated. I can't finish talking about it for three days and three nights. Don't worry about it, it's just a small place, convenient for you to enter, and—"

"First of all, you have to join the martial arts hall and become a martial artist, and then you can be considered as participating in this history-this is the starting point of everything."

"understood."

Liu Ping said, suddenly stopped.

An old man stood in front of him and looked at him and said: "You young man, with a good foundation, if you can come up with twenty taels of gold, I will let you join us and start practicing."

Liuping said: "The martial arts hall where you dare to be yours is—"

The old man pointed in one direction.

Liu Ping looked around and saw that it was a dark red tall building with a plaque hanging in front of the door:

"Yicui Tower."

I could faintly hear the sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of boxing guessing, and the laughter of women from the tall building.

Liu Ping's face became stiff.

The old man observed his words and thoughts, and immediately understood in his heart, he said: "Young people, don't underestimate the brothel. In fact, many martial arts masters have practiced for a lifetime, and they are not as good as the tortoise masters of the brothel."

"Why is this?" Liu Ping asked.

"The brothel fights more fiercely."

"That's true, is it just because of this?"

"Think about it again, if there is a master who is reluctant to account for us, and we can't beat him, don't we want him to escape the bill? Money is a security for our lives, and we must fight them desperately." The old man said.

"It makes sense..." Liu Ping groaned.

The old man said: "Then are you coming? I am optimistic about your martial arts foundation, so I am willing to introduce you to be the tortoise?"

"I…"

"Young man, don't be afraid to endure hardship, as long as you work hard, maybe one day wait for your martial arts success—"

"What will happen? I won't be a turtle father?" Liu Ping asked.

"You will become the tortoise king!" the old man said with a thumbs up.

"Sorry, I have no money." Liu Ping said.

"No money?" The old man immediately lost his interest in speaking, and said with disdain: "It's a waste of my time. You have no money to come out and learn martial arts?"

He never looked at Liu Ping again, turned around and left.

Liu Ping didn't care too much.

He continued to walk forward, carefully observing the martial arts hall on the street.

"Hey, don't you have money?"

The historical recorder whispered.

"But I don't want to be the tortoise." Liu Ping said.

"This world worships money like this-I'm afraid you can find a martial arts gym, as long as you are willing to spend money, you should be able to become one of them." The historical recorder said.

"So choose carefully."

Suddenly Liu Ping stood still at the gate of a martial arts hall.

This is a fairly large-scale martial arts gym, the door is open, everything is organized in order, clean and tidy.

Liu Ping glanced away.

I saw no one in the martial arts hall, only a young girl was packing her luggage.

Liu Ping's eyes sank, and he strode into the martial arts hall, saluting:

"In Xia Liuping, I want to join the martial arts hall. Does your hall still accept disciples?"

The girl turned her head and glanced at him, sighed: "Go to another martial arts gym, our martial arts gym is about to close."

"It's well opened, why close the door?" Liu Ping asked.

In his line of sight, a line of small words popped up on the girl's head:

"Blood-hearted fist is passed down."

"Pre-life best friend."

"Attention: Because your'seeing and hearing like name' has been elevated to the paradox level, you can see the names of sentient beings in their previous lives."

"This girl is your best friend in the past, and maybe in the future."

so-

Who is this girl?

In the later life, does she have any intersection with herself?

Liu Ping thought silently.

I saw the girl with a sad face: "The martial arts gym has injured too many people, can't afford the medical bills, and can't pass the annual assessment. I will soon be delisted, and I will go back to my hometown in the country."

Liu Ping pondered for a moment and said: "Meeting is fate. I have always admired your martial arts school. As long as you are willing to accept me into the museum, I will come up with a solution for money."

"Really?" The girl said in surprise.

"It's true," Liu Ping looked up at the sky, and said, "It's almost noon now. It's better to be a party at noon and let's eat and talk."

"Good." The girl said happily.

Behind Liu Ping suddenly turned out a decadent middle-aged man, and he said cheerfully: "Go, I have found a good restaurant."

"He is—" the girl said. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"My friend, he introduced me." Liu Ping glanced at the middle-aged man.

Yes, this is the recorder of history.

He will only appear in the world when he has dinner, and spend the rest of the time writing and writing in the air.

"Let's go, I also hope someone can help the martial arts gym, but unfortunately others are greedy for the qualifications of our gym and the location of the house-only people fall into trouble, no one is willing to help."

The girl sighed.

"Isn't this here?" Liu Ping smiled.

The girl nodded and walked out of the martial arts gym with him.

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