Ancient master maker

By Fortun Deschenes

In this parallel space, he was given a dream-making, hypnotic golden finger.

It didn't seem to work, but soon he discovered something amazing.

All the people in this parallel space, they don't dream.

Dreaming is just an assumption, no one has ever had a dream.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fortun Deschenes
• Release date: Feb 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869273345

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Ancient master maker

by Fortun Deschenes

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Chapter 1 Fusion

The sun was setting, red as blood.

Beside the trees, on the bank of the stream, on the gravel, a young man sat up suddenly, coughed, and spit out several spouts of sewage.

It hurts! Francis Fields frowned, pained, and his befuddled eyes finally saw what was going on around him. Where is this? Didn't I just buy a little pendant for a bronze door, go home, and fall into bed with a headache? But this... "

The pain was so intense that his eyes darkened and he nearly fainted.

At this time, I found that there was a palm print on my left shoulder, which fell into the meat an inch deep, and when I moved slightly, my left shoulder was in great pain and my eyes were black. There were bruises all over my body. It was miserable.

I've been kidnapped? No, it's not my body! Francis Fields stared at his left wrist for a moment, My skin is not this white, and I had a birthmark on my left wrist, and now it's gone, isn't it...

Hard to climb forward two steps, look down, the water reflected the face, which or has been a million times the face? Although young, handsome, angular, but the heart is very uneasy.

At that moment, as soon as his face turned white, a lot of information gushed out of his mind, making him hold his head and scream.

One picture, one scene, one information, crazy into the mind.

It took Francis Fields a long time to calm down, his forehead covered with cold sweat, but now his eyes were glazed and confused.

Who am I? Am I Francis Fields on Earth or Francis Fields on Tenmu?

Francis Fields on the earth, ordinary, ordinary, primary school, middle school, high school, university, graduate work, there is no difference with hundreds of millions of people, living their own simple and happy life, pursuit of distant dreams, leisure time, watching a few TV series, browsing online novels.

Ordinary, also has its own happiness.

Francis Fields of Tianwu University land, is the three sons of the Chu family of the famous family in Heyang County, rich family, food and clothing, but the qualification is very poor, and nothing in cultivation, in this world to honor the military is looked down upon by the clan, but there is a family master for the father, but no one dares to provoke him.

For a second Lord, you can have a lot of fun.

However, last night, after chic, when returning home, found a seriously injured monk just fell in front of the house, he kindly saved back. A cure, the monk also woke up, was thanking each other, a group of black people killed to the Chu family.

The houses were set ablaze and the flames went up to the sky.

The man in black is like entering the land of no one, the servants of the family have no enemies, and they die miserably, even the eldest brother and the second brother in the late day after tomorrow, are easily killed, and the grandfather who is perfect the day after tomorrow is also a sword.

Francis Fields looked at it and was about to rush out of anger, but was slapped by a man in black. Elk Street, the father who came, reached out his hand and pulled him, escaping his chest but falling on his shoulder, breaking a bone and nearly fainting.

Who are you? Why did you slaughter my Chu family?

Elk Street roared with grief and indignation.

Houses burning, family slaughtering, parents killed, son was beheaded, let his heart cry blood, killing intention rushed to the sky, but also to understand, Chu family has always been kind, did not provoke anyone, how sudden misfortune?

What reason do you need to kill me if I say so?

Francis Fields heard a cold, dismissive reply.

Surely you are sectarian, how hateful!

Elk Street immediately understood. With a loud roar, he grabbed Francis Fields, killed him, and ran to the back hill. But Elk Street, though strong, was not so strong as the Man in Black, who was stopped at the peak.

Francis Fields has been held by his father, clearly see the huge manor into a sea of fire, see the bodies all over the ground, there are grandparents who love him, love his two eldest brothers, uncles and uncles who disdain him, and often quarrel with Cousins, there are also two little girls who serve him, all lying in a pool of blood, swallowed by flames.

He watched his father suffer one after another, but he protected him tightly.

If I do not die, I will slaughter you all!

Francis Fields, a dull man, took a big oath.

On the mountain, surrounded by men in black, Francis Fields stood beside his father, his eyes red.

Why? Why on earth? Give me a reason?

Elk Street looked up to the sky with blood in her eyes.

Hey hey, let you die in peace, kill him quickly, search, see if it is on him!

One of the men in black gave a sneer and immediately gave orders.

Elk Street shouted, venting the anger in his chest, turned his head to Francis Fields and said: Child, if you do not die, remember, must remember, go to the county government to report the case, go to the Zong people's house to shout injustice. Moreover, when you have the power, you must destroy all the sects and these lawless villains who have confused the world!"

So he threw Francis Fields down the cliff into the roaring river.

Before he fell into the river and darkness, Francis Fields heard his father roar.

By the river, on the rocks, Francis Fields' breathing became steady and the confusion in his eyes began to dissipate.

Who am I? Who the hell am I? The unsung Francis Fields of the Earth? Or Francis Fields, who has a hatred of extermination on the Tenmu continent?

After a long time, Francis Fields looked up at the sky with a complicated expression.

Absorbed your complete memory, but also inherit all of you, I am Francis Fields, one name, two heavy!

Let out a low sigh and a bitter smile.

Now the body, already injured, although the river washed ashore, but also very weak, if not timely treatment, also can not live for long.

Am I going to die again just as I've come through?

Francis Fields showed a bitter color.

Minding minding !

High in the sky, there was a sound of singing. Francis Fields looked up and saw a black-feathered bird, circling overhead, his sharp eyes fixed so tightly that he shivered.

It's a tracking bird!

Francis Fields inherited the memory of his predecessor, and immediately knew that this bird had the power of tracking, and when he shivered, he saw the high-altitude black-feathered bird turn away and disappear. At the same time, a violent murderousness rose in his chest, which shook his mind and made him hardly able to control himself.

Have you not dissipated yet? With my own eyes, my brother was killed, my grandparents were beheaded, my mother died, my people were killed and injured, and my home for more than ten years was turned into a sea of fire, not to mention you, that is, I will be angry and unwilling to die. Francis Fields said, I have taken over your body, fused your memories, received all of you... Of course, there is also your cause and effect, please leave at ease, if I do not die, I will bear your oath!

Francis Fields felt a cry of sadness in his head, followed by a relief, knowing that the other was dead and had left everything to him.

But can I really survive?

With a bitter smile, Francis Fields suddenly found himself at a familiar bronze door.

Chapter 2: The Sword Lord

The autumn wind rusts, heaven and earth shaoxing.

By the side of the alley lay a crouched baby, no more than two years old, shivering, with a blue face and narrowed eyes.

Damn it, am I going to freeze to death?

Francis Fields wailed in his heart. When he inexplicably appeared in the bronze door, he found that it was very similar to the bronze door hanging ornaments he had purchased. By a strange mistake, he stepped into the door and immediately got a lot of information into his mind to understand the reason.

It turns out that this bronze door has the power to travel through all worlds, and every other month, a new world appears and you can enter it. Once you enter, you must raise a realm, even if it is a small realm, you can return at any time, and only one hour will pass outside; If you do not ascend, you will be trapped forever.

The first time through, in order to adapt to travel through time and space, reshape the body, became a two-year-old baby, and the body is not inch, rigid, difficult to move.

In this autumn wind, it won't be long before you freeze to death.

As for the origin of the bronze door, it is unknown!

At this time, a middle-aged man with gray hair came over, tall and very strong, but his eyes were dim and his complexion was not good.

Huh? Why is there a baby here? Someone stood next to Francis Fields and looked at him carefully, and his eyes brighted, The immortal bones and jade muscles, the spiritual essence, and the Tao body are the supreme assets for cultivating martial arts.

Did God, knowing that I had just fallen at the hands of no one, give me a son and teach me kendo? Although I do not believe in the destiny of heaven, I can indeed be my apprentice with such a good boy!"

Lonely Sword took Francis Fields in his arms, wrapped him in his clothes, and walked forward.

Is it really the wind and cloud? Francis Fields heard it loud and clear, Dugu Sword, is not the sword master? Just lost at the hands of nobody? Doesn't that mean the story hasn't begun yet?"

When entering the bronze door, the information received will enter the time and space for the wind and cloud world.

Ten years in a flash.

In the north of the city, there is a huge manor, and in the training field, three figures are shuttling back and forth, the sword is shining, and the cold awn is cold.

A moment later, the two figures were shot out of the sword ridge.

Brother, can't you show mercy? Will you hurt me?

This is a teenage girl, carved pink jade, pout small mouth, eyes are red.

Yes, brother, my butt almost broke eight pieces?

It was a boy, perhaps a year or two older than Francis Fields, who rubbed his bottom and stood up, very angry, but not daring to speak.

The bitter, the bitter, the master!

Francis Fields backed his sword and smiled faintly.

In the past ten years, he has grown into a twelve-year-old elegant young man, dressed in white, handsome, sunny and handsome, and with a fierce air, his face is similar to his crossing body.

At the beginning, he was saved by the sword Saint, came to the sword Saint's seclusion, accepted him as a disciple, asked about the situation, only babbling out the name, the rest are shaking their heads, the sword saint no longer asks, after all, it is a two-year-old baby.

During the first three years of his medical bath, Francis Fields also began to sort himself out, organize his memory, and completely dissolve the resentment that he inherited from his predecessor.

Since you have come to this world of high martial arts, you must learn kung fu well, and when you return, find out the reason and take revenge!

This was the idea of Francis Fields, but he also vaguely guessed from the memory of his predecessor that the force of that world should be greater than the world of wind and rain.

After three years, Francis Fields was not used to the miserable life of the thatched house, so he made the sword master move back to the city and built a manor house in the remote north of the city.

The Lord of the Peerless City is the brother of the sword.

As for the girls and boys in front of you, it is to guard the city of the peerless as their own duty of the Mingyue and the Lord of the city alone son Dugu Ming.

Francis Fields, as a disciple of the sword master, was naturally noble in the peerless city, and after several contacts, he accepted the moon and Duguming as small followers, and over time, the sword Master accepted them as disciples.

Unconsciously, he has changed the original, as for the future, he will not be more than one tube.

Yang 'er, how's it going?

The sword master came over, his hair still gray, but less depressed gas, but much more spirit.

Master, it has been more than a year since I reached the attainment of the day after tomorrow, and I have been polishing for a long time, and I have slightly weakened my sharpness, but I cannot suppress it, and I am afraid I will break through soon!

Francis Fields bowed and bowed, absorbed the memory of the predecessor, and already had a certain foundation, coupled with the careful teaching of the sword master, the numerous books in the Peerless City, and the recast body, the speed of cultivation made the sword Master amazed.

Can not suppress, it means that the water is natural, but the damage to you is not big? Can the meridians bear it?"

Jiansheng was very pleased, but also worried, for this talented disciple, he held a hundred and twenty expectations, naturally did not want anything to hinder.

When I was defeated in the hands of no name, my heart was angry, and I wanted to close the door to understand the subsequent evolution of the Spirit swordsmanship, but I met Francis Fields and became a disciple, and my anger was slightly solved. And by Francis Fields intentionally mentioned a point, occasionally out of a strange words, let him listen to the heart, this only comb themselves, slowly grinding, decaying Qi and blood have the color of recovery.

When he really returned to the taste, Francis Fields had been successful in kendo, which he regretted, which allowed Francis Fields to slow down, suppress and polish the sword.

Master rest assured, the sword is determined to cultivate Jian Qi, showing its sharpness and being invincible. Although it has the shortcomings of damaging the meridian and overdrawing its potential, with the master's improvement and polishing Jian Qi, it makes Jian Qi more pure and does little damage to the body.

Francis Fields said confidently.

Come to this world, everything back to the original state, reshape the body, glass without dirt, born. In the first three years, I laid the foundation of the medicine bath, combed myself, and also had the consciousness of safety with the arrival, and cultivated kendo with the sword body in the future.

When I was five years old, I began to cultivate the heart Method, and only then did I find that this sword formula was too sharp, although it made rapid progress, it hurt itself, damaged the meridians, and overdrew its potential.

Also remembered in the original book, the sword master is old, the Qi and blood decay, and the final battle has no support, and the qi and blood are completely dry. With the cultivation of the sword master as the realm, it should not be like this, at that time did not understand, this thought was the original defeat in the nameless hand and felt sad, the realization of the sword 23 exhausted the mind, and now the cultivation of the sword will understand the reason, is that this sword formula consumes Qi and blood, overdraft potential.

This has his intention to raise the point, let the sword master boil the foundation, vigorous Qi and blood, while improving the sword formula, frustration its edge.

Jian Sheng nodded: If you had not touched my heart several times and reflected, I am afraid I would have exhausted my heart and died now! In order to compete for the name of the first kendo, for the teacher to challenge around, no solid Peiyuan,