Chapter 1: A Thousand Years in an Instant, The Warrior Enters Tang

  The bright moon carries a faint light, quietly falling into the world of humans, the stars in the sky, silently crossing a ray of unknown light.

  There is no time travel in the world, but there is a relatively static time. When you are in a relatively static time and appear again, that period of time may have returned to the past, or even earlier.

  Qin Feng never thought of going to change the world, nor did he have the ability to change the world. His creed was to grasp every minute and second that belonged to him, using his lifetime to pursue the highest realm of Chinese martial arts.

  Do not be joyful because of external things, and do not be sad because of yourself.

  Not entering the red dust, how can you know the bitterness and brevity of the red dust? In order to make his own mind more determined, Qin Feng chose to leave the Taoist temple that had raised him for many years and that sloppy old man.

  The secular tempering did not disappoint him, and in just five years, Qin Feng had already reached the peak of Ming Jin, with half a foot stepping into the realm of transformation, blending rigidity and flexibility, with his whole body's strength moving at will.

  To break through to the realm of true mastery, Qin Feng chose the Divine Farmer's Rack, a place full of danger and opportunity, where one practice would take three years.

  It's just one step away, that crucial step forward will be the turning point, and all the hard work done so far will seem useless. All Qin Feng can do is leave this place full of opportunities and dangers, and find the next breakthrough point.

  Perhaps Qin Feng's opportunity had arrived, but not at this moment. As he stepped out of the Shen Nong stage, a mysterious time counterflow caused him to black out and lose consciousness instantly.

  ......

  The streets are somewhat antique, even the back doors seem to be showing off the luxury and grandeur of the owner of this mansion.

  "Bang! Bang!"

  A crisp striking sound made Qin Feng, who was in a daze, suddenly come back to his senses. His turbid eyeballs instantly burst out with an intense light, like that of a fierce tiger.

  "Where is this?" Qin Feng thought somewhat unnaturally.

  Now the only thing he can be sure of is that this place must not be the Shennongjia he was in just now, let alone the architectural style, even the climate type has no similarities at all. It's also impossible to say that it's an environment created by a mirage. The Qi mechanism cultivated by Guo's skill allows him to have enough sensitivity to his surroundings.

  "Bang!"

  A large hand suddenly landed on Qin Feng's shoulder.

  Sidestepping, sinking his shoulders, his right elbow was like a spearhead, in an instant, Qin Feng's body instinctively made the most direct reaction, the essence of Chinese martial arts had already been integrated into his bones.

  At this time, even a small mosquito should not think of leaving any mark on him.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  Although the footsteps of the incoming person seemed disorganized due to the defensive heavy blow, Qin Feng could still sense from his opponent's footsteps that his blow had not caused any substantial harm to others.

  "Little guy, you're quite skilled. Tell me, why are you still lurking around the back door of my mansion at this late hour? Are you looking to challenge our household's old devil again?"

  It wasn't until he had calmed down and regained his composure that Qin Feng was able to get a clear look at the newcomer's appearance.

  His whiskers were thick and unkempt, his face was rough and unassuming, he wore a suit of bright armor, the muscles hidden under his cuirass had infinite tension, if Qin Feng's national master's eyes were used to look at him, this young man had at least reached the peak of Ming Jin.

  Little guy?

  From the other's strange title, and Qin Feng's control over his own body, he was shocked to find that his arms and legs had actually shrunk, even the strength of his life didn't know when it became zero, his physical function seemed to have returned to around ten years old.

  "What's going on here?" Qin Feng muttered to himself, somewhat perplexed, and the clear moonlight couldn't bring him even a hint of calmness.

  The martial arts he had spent his whole life learning all turned into nothing but a fleeting dream, and no matter how good his mood was, there was no way for him to remain calm at this moment.

  Cheng Huai Mo was in a good mood today, the old devil of his own family rarely went to drink with that person from the Wei Chi family, and the wine worms in his stomach were not quiet either. Just in time, he took the opportunity to feel out the old devil's privately stored good wine.

  Unexpectedly, when I returned from work, I actually met such a highly skilled and strange kid at my own back door, which was quite an unexpected surprise.

  "Hey, kid, I don't care about your background or what's going on in that head of yours. For now, let's just not ask any questions. However, your attire and behavior are quite suspicious. Even if you're not up to anything, you'll still have to stay under observation at my manor for two days before you can leave." Cheng Huai Mo narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Qin Feng.

  Although the young man in front of him looked quite small, his unusual movements and demeanor made Cheng Huai Mo extremely wary. To prevent Qin Feng's sudden attack, he had to raise his spirit to a critical point.

  "I'm Qin Feng, just a martial artist, with no place to settle down. If you don't mind, then please."

  Qin Feng, who had come back to his senses, still showed the extraordinary mental state of a national martial arts master. Although he knew that something terrible had happened to him, it was not enough to destroy his strong inner self.

  Suddenly, Cheng Huiwu had a kind of illusion, talking to Qin Feng like this half-grown kid was just like facing his own old devil king, and he would be drawn into the other's aura at any time.

  He stared blankly, and Cheng Huai Mo's large hand patted Qin Feng's shoulder. "This school lieutenant is surnamed Cheng, named Huai Mo. I believe you've also heard of me. The kid isn't bad, suits my taste. Come on, let's go get some drinks."

  Qin Feng is quite heroic, and Cheng Huai Mo is not a man of a small family either. Under the guidance of Old Demon King Cheng, as a disciple of the Cheng family, they all have a hint of that refreshing green forest aura in their hearts.

  Cheng Huai Mo? After a careful search of his memories, Qin Feng's face became somewhat strange.

  If this Cheng Hua in front of him was really the person he remembered, then his current situation was even more incredible than breaking through the void.

  Entering the Cheng Mansion, turning several dozen times, the scales of the artificial hill stone are staggered and interlocking, the carved railings are beautifully styled, and wave after wave of ancient fragrance wafts forth.

  "Qin Feng little brother, this cup of wine is a toast from me to you, your skills are not ordinary."

  Rough and wild Cheng Huai Mo held up his wine cup and looked at Qin Feng with a big smile.

  "Cheers!"

  Bang!

  After the crisp knocking sound, it was the fiery throat of the fine wine. In a martial artist's life, there would never be a lack of wine, just like Qin Feng's pursuit of the highest realm of national arts, fine wine was also an indispensable part of his life.

  Unfortunately, the fine wine in Cheng Hui's eyes was somewhat disappointing when he took a sip.

  After three cups and two bowls of light wine, Qin Feng also learned from Cheng Huai Mo's mouth the fact that he had been unwilling to admit all along, which was that he seemed to have returned to another time node.

  Early Tang Dynasty, during the Zhen Guan period, was a most glorious era in Chinese history, and also an era that produced numerous talents.

  Qin Feng is just a martial artist pursuing national arts. Whether the wheel of history will produce some deviation due to this inconspicuous small stone, he does not know.

  The sea has changed into mulberry fields, and a thousand years have passed in a daze. Except for that day when he wore a tattered Taoist robe and walked out of his own way as an old man, there didn't seem to be too many lingering attachments left in Qin Feng's heart.

  Perhaps this era of fist-to-flesh, golden armor and iron horse, proud bones, is the most suitable era for a martial artist, and also the most suitable era for him.