SFS Chapter 1: The fragile college student is too easy to be g
Chapter 1: The fragile college student is too easy to be g
(Don't lose your mind, I recommend you to bring it with you~)
(This book is not an invincible and refreshing novel. Although there are fighting scenes, I want to portray the image of each character more carefully, so the pace may be slow in the middle. There is no such thing as easily crushing the strongest.)
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There are books all over the table, a desk lamp with an eye-protecting tint, a trash can that is about to overflow, thin coats hanging randomly, four small beds of 1 mx1.9 m, and a dozen pairs of underwear that have not been collected on the balcony... and a red GG Bond - I don't know which buddy's zodiac year it is.
Conclusion: A four-person dormitory of more than ten square meters.
There was only one person in the dormitory at that moment, with one foot raised on the chair. He supported his chin with one hand and put his head on his knees, lazily scanning the computer screen, which contained Taoist sword manuals and illustrations.
"Sword means to decide and to cut. One must decide the seven emotions and cut off the ordinary breath. The three treasures within can be transformed into pure yang. This is the foundation of swordsmanship. The inner shell is connected and solid—"
The accompanying picture was a diagram of the meridian points of the human body and a long sword. He scrolled the mouse to turn the page, but the page was stuck. He was a little annoyed. After reading the three internal treasures, what about the so-called three external treasures? Was it to let me practice it myself?
Although it is already the third decade of the 21st century, under the influence of the core socialist values, we should all develop the fine qualities of being upright, upholding integrity and innovation, as well as a firm and omnipotent materialist view of history...
But, but! These immortals, Taoists, and so on are always interesting.
During this perfect and golden period of the two festivals, his dear sons... no, his roommates, all left school to look for their own moms... or to meet their partners at a distance. Only he - Su Ze, stayed in his own nest with his heart, adhered to his principles, remained steadfast and unquestioning -
In order to praise these selfless and dedicated students, the academic community has given them a professional term - housekeepers.
"Byd, please load it faster!" Su scratched his foot with one hand and clicked the mouse with the other.
The computer seemed to be protesting against the powerful and made a crackling sound. The processor noise suddenly became louder and a third-rate advertisement popped up in the lower right corner. Su Ze glanced at the white-haired man who was smiling arrogantly.
——Heh, Kunjo Satoru.
He complained in his heart. The temperature of the computer graphics card was still rising. Su Ze even felt his face was being baked hot. The low-quality advertisement in the lower right corner was even twisting. He focused on Gojo's sapphire blue pupils.
The blue eyes seemed to ripple for a moment, and a white light flashed by.
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Kaka-
The wooden floor of the old house made noises, broken vases and porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor, the small coffee table tilted on the ground, the sliding door was completely cracked, there were several deep holes in the wooden floor, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
A strong feeling of nausea, dizziness, and a heart that almost jumped out of the body - Su Ze's vision was dim, and it took a few seconds for him to see the scene in front of him clearly. He looked at his hands, tender palms and slender arms, which were the characteristics of children.
He raised his head slowly. The corridor in the distance was a mess of blood and flesh. A great discomfort spread from his stomach upwards. The irritation also made him burst into tears. Su Ze covered his chin and lowered his head suddenly, vomiting all over the floor.
Click, click, click.
The sound of footsteps like those of a dead person came from the shadows of the corridor. Su Ze wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth and looked over there. The man with deep eye bags was wearing a sloppy sports suit. The blood splattered the sports suit dark red, and half of his face was splattered with blood. The man held a knife in one hand and scratched his face fiercely with the other hand, leaving bleeding scars.
——But this is not the point. The key is the thing wrapped around him—the ominous thing that looks like a gluttonous evil ghost.
Su Ze wanted to run, but his legs felt as heavy as lead, and his arms were shaking like sieves, making it difficult for him to even move. The unknown creature behind the man had no definite shape. Its countless limbs were inserted into the man's ears and nostrils, and the flowing black energy was transmitted back and forth. The unknown creature was visibly growing larger.
The dark, sticky black water spread towards Su Ze's feet. He forced his reason to overcome his fear, turned around and looked around, trying to find something he could use, but there were only fragments everywhere. Su Ze picked up a piece of ceramic, clenched his hands and pointed them forward, his arms trembling slightly.
The man's eyes were filled with a gray film. He froze for a moment, and the ominous feeling that was clinging to his back also stopped for a moment.
Immediately, his entire shoulders and back trembled violently, and he let out a laugh so sharp that it pierced his eardrums. He almost laughed until he couldn't breathe, and he bent over with his knees to catch his breath.
The ominous thing behind him waved countless limbs at the same time, with an expression of mockery and disdain, it suddenly stretched out its "arms" and stabbed straight into the man's temple, and then infused it with unsettling energy, and the man's violently trembling body suddenly froze.
Then the man slowly straightened up, this time his thin body stood straight, his facial features twisted into a terrifying angle, his mouth stretched to his ears, even tearing the muscles on his face. He raised the sharp knife in his hand, his expression was so crazy that it was creepy, and he took big strides towards Su Ze, almost running.
The man took two steps at a time and was next to Su Ze in a few seconds. He raised the sharp knife and stabbed it. Su Ze tried his best to roll to the side, and the tip of the knife pierced deeply into the gap of the wooden floor. The man bent over and stuck his butt out to try to pull it out. The unknown behind him pulled the "arm" back violently, and the corner of the man's eyes pulled back fiercely. The unknown controlled the man to rush towards Su Ze again.
Su Ze turned around in a panic, holding the porcelain shard tightly and holding it out in front of him. The sharp edge cut his palm, and a drop of bright red blood dripped from his wrist.
The blood in the air circulated and dispersed, forming the Yin and Yang image of the Eight Trigrams.
Ding--
The sound of a sharp object piercing the air suddenly exploded in Su Ze's mind. He opened his eyes wide and looked forward, only to see a white light suddenly burst out from between his eyebrows and shot straight towards the unknown in front of him.
The chopstick-length shadow pierced through the black viscous substance. The unknown substance froze for a moment, and then let out an unpleasant and weird shrill scream. A fist-sized hole was left where the shadow had passed. The viscous substance tried to fill the hole, but after only half an inch, the black water retreated as if it had been electrocuted. The man's skin was twisted and he covered his face in pain, screaming sharply together with the unknown substance.
Su Ze was stunned for a moment. He just felt his head was dizzy, and the next moment a thin and long object flew out from between his eyebrows.
He held his breath and tried to feel the sharp weapon that had just flown out - it could cause substantial damage to this ominous mass, and was his greatest reliance now.
Closing his eyes, the ball of white light was as dazzling as a fierce burning. Even without looking at it directly, he could sense its location. Su Ze suppressed the waves in his heart, threw away the porcelain piece, stretched out a hand forward, and the ball of white light that was immersed in the wall was buzzing.
It was a flying sword - Su Ze concluded in his heart that the half-foot-long blade was deeply embedded in the wall, leaving only the hilt outside the wall.
Su Ze frowned and tried to mobilize the restless existence in his body.
"The heavenly stems and earthly branches create the universe, the spirits gather in the center, the yin and yang and the five elements, the universe is in control. The essence of the sun and the moon, swallowed into the alchemy house——"
This incantation suddenly appeared in Su Ze's mind, and the fluctuating gas in his body seemed to be stirring. He muttered the Taoist sword formula.
bass--
As the last word came out, the flying sword that had sunk into the wall seemed to be suddenly sensed, and the tail of the sword swung violently to break out of the gap, and a crisp clang resounded throughout the house. Wuxiang and the man stopped shouting, and Su Ze put his index and middle fingers together, slowly turned the direction, and pointed to the mass of black sticky water.
The flying sword moved accordingly.
The white light like a meteor instantly passed through the black water, and then stopped abruptly. Su Ze turned his fingertips, controlling the flying sword to change direction. When the tip of the sword was pointing directly at the ominous mass, he pointed it forward again, and the flying sword moved with it, shooting straight forward.
The white flying sword tore into pieces the unknown body as easily as a hot knife cutting through butter. It screamed and waved its limbs. The black tentacle-like limbs grew rapidly, and the black water on the floor spread forward at an even faster speed.
Sweat was oozing from Su Ze's forehead. He was already feeling a headache and was in a daze, and his vision was gradually blurring - the mental strength required to control the flying sword was a huge burden for a child under ten years old.
He pursed his lips and silently recited the "Hunyuan Sword Sutra" in his heart. In an instant, a sticky white light overflowed from his body, especially in his dantian. The snow-white flying sword was also wrapped in white light, and the blade hummed.
"disease--"
The word was shouted out in a slightly childish voice.
The small white sword made a crisp sound as if it was charging, and the white mist made people feel the vitality and vitality of life.
The flying sword was pointed in an unknown direction and its speed increased. With the sword blade as the center, the white gas seemed to vaguely form the Bagua Four Symbols Diagram.
The sticky black water on the floor immediately touched Su Ze's toes, and the black tentacles were about to touch Su Ze's thin body——
歘.
There was a slight sound. The black water under his feet and the tentacles in the air stopped. Su Ze slowly opened his eyes. The black tentacle with barbs stopped at the tip of his nose, only three centimeters away from him. The black water in front of him also stopped spreading at the same time.
Su Ze slowly raised his head and saw a huge hole in that ominous chest. The man holding the knife had a dazed look on his face and then collapsed to the ground.
The flying sword even pierced the roof behind him, creating several holes of different sizes. A few rays of sunlight poured into the house, illuminating his face.
Su Ze squinted his eyes to block out the light. He felt weak and then his vision went dark.