Chapter 91 Old Jetta Hu Xian

"Hmm…"

A groan came from Fu Qinghai's dry throat. He blinked his eyes, his body regained consciousness, and turned his head to look to the side.

A lean but muscular old human was sitting next to him, concentrating on pounding dark green grass root paste in a stone mortar with a wooden pestle.

This is where the bitterness that Fu Qinghai smelled came from.

Next to the old man, there was a black stone pot placed on several square pieces of gravel. There was firewood burning underneath, and water was boiling in the stone pot.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, with wrinkles all over his face, dark bronze skin, a few sparse, curly white beard on his chin, and a calm expression.

"woke up?"

The old man asked as he pounded the medicine.

"Uh, yes, it was you, you saved me?"

Fu Qinghai was lying on a flat stone slab covered with dry grass at this time. He asked hesitantly, using honorifics to address his potential savior.

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I saved you. I heard a loud noise coming from Mirror Lake, so I went to check it out, and then I saw you... and that poor musician."

"Musician..." Fu Qinghai was slightly stunned, then he immediately remembered, "It's Hall Kemp. Where is he? How is he?"

The old man shook his head and said, "He's dead."

"Uh..." Fu Qinghai's tone paused.

He remembered that at the last moment he held Hall Kemp in his arms and used his back to withstand the impact of the water surface tension. Unfortunately, the mortal body still could not withstand the impact of falling from such a high altitude.

The old man said calmly, "His body was not as strong as yours. When I found you two in the middle of the lake, he was already dying. He only had one last breath left and died soon."

As he spoke, the old man picked up an iron-gray metal skull from the side, handed it to Fu Qinghai, and said:

"This is the relic he left for you."

Fu Qinghai took it. It was Hall Kemp's servo skull. Fu Qinghai remembered that this thing could convert the sound recognition of humming into music score output.

Fu Qinghai sat up on the stone slab and pressed the button on the servo skull. A weak recording came out of it:

"Uh, Qing... Lord Qingshan, we are saved. It was this old man who saved us. Ahem, but I am dying. I can't hold on any longer. Please... please, for the sake of our acquaintance, keep this servo skull for me. My life's work, ahem, and... and my archaeological research materials are all in it. If... if one day you can return to Terra, please give it to..."

Followed by a string of addresses.

Fu Qinghai held the metal skull in his hand with a complicated expression.

His impression of Hall Kemp was that he was just a small figure, a composer and recorder who was extremely crazy about music. It was hard to say whether they had much friendship, but he could only say that they knew each other.

Fu Qinghai recalled the intermittent words he heard before he lost consciousness.

"Qingshan...Lord Qingshan..."

"We should...we should be friends, right..."

Hall Camp may have always considered himself his friend.

The only thing that Fu Qinghai felt strange was that Hall Kemp was fine, just an ordinary human male, but he himself was an Astartes who weighed 300 kilograms without armor. This old man looked thin and small, so how did he get himself and Hall Kemp to the shore?

Since it was Hall Kemp's relic, it was indeed necessary for him to keep it for him. Fu Qinghai put the servo skull beside him, raised his head and asked the old man:

"This... old man, thank you for saving my life. I haven't asked for your name yet. Also, I have another question. How long have I been unconscious here?"

The old man raised his eyes, stroked his beard, pondered for a while, and said:

"Well...it was quite long. Anyway, you were in a coma before I left this universe, and you were still lying here after I came back."

"As for my name, my Malay name is Hussein Hussein bin Badawi, my Chinese name is Zheng Wanli, you can call me whatever you want."

"!?"

Fu Qinghai opened his mouth and eyes wide,

"Not...you, are you a reincarnation?"

At this moment, Fu Qinghai had ten thousand thoughts echoing in his mind, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to make.

The old man nodded and said casually,

"Yes."

Fu Qinghai's mind was full of thoughts...

In his impression, the reincarnations he had met were usually between 20 and 30 years old.

The reason is very simple. First of all, it is a matter of physical strength. Young and middle-aged people are at the peak of their physical condition compared to those who are too young or too old. Apart from anything else, in many zombie movies, they can run faster and naturally are more likely to survive.

Secondly, the reincarnation world universe is generated by various popular culture IPs. Young people understand popular culture better than older people and have more advantages in plot knowledge.

So at the beginning, Fu Qinghai didn't think of this old man as a reincarnation at all, but just as a native of this earth-like planet.

He said I was just "strong", so he obviously didn't know what a Space Marine was. The reincarnation world hadn't started a new round of reincarnation yet, but he was back here again...

Fu Qinghai had so many questions in his mind that he didn't know where to start.

Fu Qinghai asked,

"Mr. Hu, um, Mr. Zheng Wanli, I want to ask, do you know the Warhammer 40K universe?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't understand."

Fu Qinghai immediately asked: "Then why did you leave the World Anchor here?"

The old man turned his head and looked at Fu Qinghai strangely, and said:

"I have many anchors in the world, and I can throw them wherever I want."

What?

Fu Qinghai was shocked when he heard this.

He always thought that the world anchor given by the reincarnation world in the initial panel was unique to each person, but this old man said that he had many.

Hmm... Fu Qinghai was thoughtful for a moment.

I haven't even unlocked the two functions of [Reincarnation Shop] and [Reincarnation Arena], but this skinny old man named Hu Xian in front of me has countless world anchors...

The old man's strength may not be as simple as it seems.

The old man finally pounded the herbal paste in the mortar. He added a spoonful of boiling hot water to it, handed the bowl-shaped mortar to Fu Qinghai, and said:

"Come on, drink it, it might help your recovery."

Uh... Facing this stone mortar covered with green water, a hint of hesitation flashed in Fu Qinghai's eyes.

A bowl of strange liquid medicine was handed to Fu Qinghai by a stranger he was not very familiar with. Normally, he should not put it directly into his mouth.

But Fu Qinghai thought that he had a taste detection nerve under his tongue, so he could take this opportunity to test the old man.

Even if it is poisonous, I have a pre-prepared stomach that can vomit out the medicine.

So Fu Qinghai took the stone mortar and drank the dark green medicinal soup inside in one gulp.

The medicinal soup flowed through the taste detection nerves under the tongue and reached the pre-set stomach below the esophagus.

The taste-detecting nerves did not detect any known toxic substances.

It's just some plant extracts and it doesn't help Fu Qinghai recover from his injuries.

This detail also confirms the previous judgment:

the old man did not understand what Astartes was, he did not understand how strong Astartes' recovery ability was. When he saw the neural interface on Fu Qinghai's body, he probably thought that Fu Qinghai was just a very tall and strong enhanced person who had undergone some kind of cyberprosthetic transformation.

He has absolutely no knowledge of the Warhammer 40K universe.

Fu Qinghai sat up straight. Although there was no prompt from the life-support system of the power armor, he could feel that his body had almost recovered. He only needed to eat some more nutrients and energy to fully recover.

Many book fans would feel that, looking at the final performance data of Astartes after his promotion and transformation, his strength, speed, reaction, etc., seem to be just so-so, and these nineteen operations do not seem to be that amazing.

But it should be noted that among these 19 surgeries and super-organ implants, many of them are intended to enhance the Astartes' comprehensive battlefield survivability rather than directly improve combat performance.

Sassan meninges, pre-placed stomachs, Lamanre organs, blood regeneration organs… and so on.

These organs have no direct relationship with combat effectiveness.

But look at it now, Fu Qinghai fell from an extremely high altitude onto the lake, even his power armor was broken into pieces, and he fell into a coma.

When I woke up, my injuries were almost healed.

Do you still think that nineteen reconstructive surgeries are unnecessary?

Of course, Fu Qinghai's series of actions before falling into the water, such as breaking the surface tension of the water and using his back to withstand the impact, were also the reasons why he was able to save his life.

At this moment, Fu Qinghai and the old man were in a stone building. It seemed like the interior of an ancient ruins, with winding vines everywhere and weeds growing tenaciously in the cracks of the stones. Soft sunlight shone in through the cracks in the stone wall and sprinkled on the gray slate floor.

Fu Qinghai sat up, rubbed his hands, organized his words, and said in Chinese:

"Uh, Uncle Zheng Wanli, my injuries have almost healed. Thank you again for saving me. I believe you can also see that I have a lot of questions at the moment, that... um..."

The old man nodded and said in fluent Chinese:

"You can call me Hu Xian. I was raised by my mother and I am not used to my Chinese name."

Hu Xian put down the wooden pestle in his hand. The floating dust in the stone chamber flickered with a soft halo of the Tyndall effect in the sunlight, making the wrinkles on the old man's face more obvious.

"There is a high probability that we are the only two humans on this planet. For a long time in the future, there may be only us two humans. Let me tell you more about my story."

The old man pursed his lips, looked at the ground, and said:

"I was born in Singapore, in a wealthy Chinese family. My mother is Malay and was a maid in the wealthy family. The male owner got drunk one day, and then I was born."

"My father's family is engaged in shipping and trade. According to Singaporean law, an illegitimate child like me also has the right to inherit property. However, my brothers and sisters are very wary of me and do not allow me to participate in the family business. They give me a large sum of money every year just to make me a playboy and not interfere in the family business."

"I also became, as they wished, a frivolous guy who spent his days in luxury cars, beauties, and feasting."

Inside the stone chamber, the water in the pot was still bubbling. Fu Qinghai sat on the stone slab, listening quietly without interrupting Hu Xian.

Among the reincarnations that Fu Qinghai had come into contact with, whether it was Chen Xue, Zhang Yuning, or Fu Qinghai himself, they were all very secretive about their identities and life experiences before entering the reincarnation world, and were basically unwilling to mention them.

It is really rare that this old man started talking about his life experiences before entering the world of reincarnation.

Hu Xian continued, "Later, when I was in my forties, despite the hard work of my brothers and sisters, the family's shipping business suffered setbacks one after another. The company was unable to recover and went bankrupt. My father was so angry that he was admitted to the hospital. He passed away within a few months."

"I also went from being a second-generation rich man who spent his days drinking and partying to a middle-aged old loser with no savings, no income, and no skills."

Hu Xian stirred the water in the stone pot with a wooden spoon and smiled leisurely:

"My wife and children left me, a good-for-nothing old bastard. I even thought about committing suicide. Then, when I was penniless and helpless, guess what happened?"

"The reincarnation world is here."

Hu Xian shook his head and said with emotion:

"This fate is really unpredictable."

"My first reincarnation world was the Street Fighter universe, which is a main world where I stayed for a long time. I took advantage of the fact that I had learned two moves of Wing Chun in a boxing gym in Singapore when I was young, so I went to Japan and went through a lot of trouble to find the master of Gang Quan. I said with a smug look on my face that I wanted to become his disciple."

The Nanyang region also has a good martial arts tradition. In addition to the various southern boxing styles brought by the Chinese who went to Nanyang, the local Malays were also a warlike and aggressive jungle nation in ancient times.

Fu Qinghai also played arcade games when he was a child, so he knew the terms mentioned by Hu Xian.

The Assassination Fist Fighting School is the school that the Street Fighter protagonist Ryu belongs to. Its leader is Master Gouken, who is also the master of Ryu, Ken, and Dan Hibiki.

Hu Xian started by learning assassination boxing and the fighting martial arts of the Street Fighter protagonist. He is really ambitious.

"Master Gangquan didn't take my two Wing Chun tricks seriously at all, but to my surprise, Master Gangquan actually accepted a forty-year-old loser like me into his Assassination Fist school."

Hu Xian's eyes flashed with memories, and he said,

"Many reincarnations have tried to find Master Gangquan, but he rejected them all and chose me. I later asked Master Gangquan why he wanted to accept an old man like me who had been drained of alcohol and sex to join his disciples. Master Gangquan's answer was that he saw the ups and downs of life in my eyes. He felt that my calm attitude and pursuit of life and power were very suitable for learning Assassination Fist."

Hu Xian turned to look at Fu Qinghai and asked:

"Do you know why?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

"Have you ever played Street Fighter?"

"Yes."

"There is a character called Sha Yilong. Have you used him?"

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened suddenly:

"The wave of murderous intent!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Hu Xian nodded. "Yes, the killing wave, this is the most powerful energy in the Street Fighter worldview, stronger than the villain Vega's spiritual power. Fighters who have realized this energy are terrifyingly strong. If you practice the assassination fist fighting style to a deep level, you will realize the killing wave. However, the killing wave has a very big side effect. It will make people enter a state of blackening and running away, unable to control their desire to kill. Master Gangquan is very opposed to this state. He has been admonishing his disciples to restrain themselves and calm their hearts."

Hu Xian sat cross-legged and said slowly:

"Master Gangquan may think that someone like me who has experienced many ups and downs in life can restrain the murderous intent in my heart."

Hu Xian and Fu Qinghai didn't know that later, in order to continue the story line of the Street Fighter worldview, Capcom resurrected the dead Gouken and taught Ryu the "Power of Nothingness" that could restrain the fluctuations of killing intent. In the version after the Shin Gouki replaced Vega as the new big BOSS, a more powerful concept of "Sage Power" was introduced, and the fluctuations of killing intent were no longer the most powerful energy.

"Then what?" Fu Qinghai asked.

Hu Xian sighed and said:

"I have disappointed Master Gangquan. I have cultivated the killing intention wave, but I have not found a way to suppress it."

"After completing the storyline missions in the Street Fighter universe, I went through several dungeon worlds and main worlds of varying sizes, and finally arrived at the SSS-level Star Wars universe."

Hu Xian slowly said:

"Maybe I was too old when I entered the world of reincarnation. When I reached this state of mind, I was no longer as passionate as you young people to explore and pursue in the world of reincarnation."

"Until Master Gouken was killed by his fellow apprentice, my uncle, Gouki, with the killing wave, I still hadn't figured out how to control the killing wave. This matter became a pain in my heart, an obsession of mine. I ignored the storyline missions in the main world of Star Wars and only wanted to find a way to control the side effects of the killing wave in the Star Wars universe."

"Then, I joined the Jedi Order."

"Oh no..." Hearing this, Fu Qinghai couldn't sit still anymore. He interrupted with a look of disbelief:

"You are already in your forties or fifties, and you can still join the Jedi Order?"

Hu Xian shrugged and said:

"I don't know. Maybe the Jedi Knight who took me in as his apprentice was more eclectic, just like Master Qui-Gon Jinn."

Fu Qinghai's face was wrinkled, it was too long ago when he played Street Fighter, and many details were blurred. But when it came to Star Wars, he was not sleepy anymore. No matter how unconventional Qui-Gon Jinn was, when he became Anakin Skywalker's enlightenment teacher, Anakin was only six years old. Even so, he was opposed by the Jedi Supreme Council, who believed that Anakin Skywalker already had emotional ties and dependence (his mother), and was not suitable to be trained as a Jedi.

Even Anakin Skywalker, the hero of the Star Wars prequels, joined the Jedi Order at the age of six. You are already in your 40s or 50s. How can you join the Jedi Order?

Are you sure you are not a Sith disguised as a Jedi?

Hu Xian smiled and said,

"It was only after I joined the Jedi Order that I learned about the rule that Jedi Knights must be trained from infancy. It may be because my teacher is a Neti. To the Neti, a man in his forties is just a sapling."

The Neti are an intelligent plant race in the Star Wars universe, also known as alien plant people. They have a very long lifespan. The famous female Jedi Master Tela Sa is a Neti.

But Fu Qinghai could not accept this reason. The Jedi Order did not want adults, not based on specific age, but based on emotional bonds.

Hu Xian looked at Fu Qinghai's face, which looked like he couldn't accept it, and laughed,

"Well, there are actually two other reasons. The Jedi Master who accepted me as his apprentice can use the Force to read minds. He saw my heart. I no longer have any relatives or loved ones in the world for me to care about. Apart from finding a way to control the fluctuations of murderous intent, that is my last obsession."

"Another reason is that I have a very high talent in the Force. I am Force-sensitive, which is what they call a Force-sensitive person. The Jedi Master who accepted me as his apprentice was worried that if he didn't accept me as his apprentice, I would degenerate into the Sith Warriors' pursuit of power and become a great threat to the galaxy."

Okay... Fu Qinghai nodded. The last two reasons were somewhat acceptable.

However, Fu Qinghai thought again. In the Warhammer 40K universe, the promotion period for a normal Space Marine is about a hundred years. He completed the promotion and transformation in just one year and became a Space Marine. Isn't it outrageous? Why should he question others who became Jedi Knights in their forties?

The water in the stone pot has been boiling for so long that the liquid level has dropped a lot. Hu Xian picked up a spoon and scooped a large spoonful into a wooden bowl, handed it to Fu Qinghai, and said:

"I've been talking for so long that my mouth is dry. Come, have a bowl of bone soup first."

Wow, Fu Qinghai took the wooden bowl with both hands and thought to himself, you just used bone soup to make medicine for me.

Old man Hu Xian drank a large bowl of soup happily, and exclaimed:

"Ha...it tastes delicious, not bad, not bad."

Drinking soup is a wonderful thing.

Fu Qinghai picked up the steaming wooden bowl, and a fresh aroma of mushrooms wafted into his nose. Fu Qinghai's nose was much more sensitive than that of his previous life on Earth. This bowl of soup reminded him of a seasoning on Earth called mushroom essence, which was similar to chicken essence.

"Let me tell you, this is a magical ingredient I discovered. The stewed broth actually has a mushroom aroma. It's worth a try."

Fu Qinghai took a bite and found that it was indeed the case. The meat was delicious and the aroma of mushrooms was tangy.

The nutritious soup quickly went down Fu Qinghai's esophagus and reached the pre-set stomach in front of the main stomach. Then, a bioelectric signal was transmitted by the pre-set stomach to the gene detection nerve connected to the pre-set stomach. The gene detection nerve growing on the inside of Fu Qinghai's spine then quickly transmitted the bioelectric signal to Fu Qinghai's brain.

This series of nerve signal transmission occurs in the instant when the soup enters the stomach.

Then, Fu Qinghai felt the nerve signal warning in his brain——

Alien genes detected! Alien genes detected!

And it's an alien race that the Space Marines are very, very familiar with.

Orcs.

The gene detection neuron even gave the species:

Ouk-like subspecies, Squiggle.

Hiss... Fu Qinghai was shocked and slowly put down the wooden bowl in his hand.

Fu Qinghai looked at old man Hu Xian who was still drinking soup and asked,

"Uncle, Uncle Hu Xian, where did you find this ingredient?"

Hu Xian took another big sip of soup and said without looking up:

"I caught fish from Mirror Lake every day and got tired of it. One time I walked to the outskirts of the forest and found a red monster with sharp teeth and a big mouth, running on its two hind legs. This little thing is very fierce and bites me when it sees me. After I caught it, I tried to make soup with it. Hey, even though it doesn't look good, the soup is really delicious!"

...Fu Qinghai was silent.

After listening to Hu Xian's description of the appearance of the ingredient, Fu Qinghai was very sure that it was Squig.

No wonder there is a scent of mushrooms...

As mentioned in the earliest article, the Orks are a magical race that is half fungus and half animal, and the Squig is the lowest creature in the Ork group, lower than the Snotlout and the Fartl. There are many subspecies of Squig, but most of them are kept in captivity by the Orks in garbage pits (also called "stuff holes"), and used for various purposes such as food, leather source, pets, biological ammunition, etc.

Among them, edible squiggles are the most versatile variety.

Fu Qinghai didn't feel nauseous or anything after drinking a sip of Squig soup.

It's just alien meat, no big deal to the fierce Astartes.

Besides, Squigs are the food of the Orks.

What really made Fu Qinghai feel uncomfortable was that even the Squigs had appeared, so how could the Orcs be far behind?

"Uncle," Fu Qinghai had to remind him, "Uncle, have you ever seen a kind of huge and strong, green-skinned, fanged, humanoid aggressive creature outside the forest?"

Hu Xian nodded while drinking his soup:

"Yes, across the big river in the west, there are a lot of them on the other side of the river, waaagh waaagh there all day long. Otherwise, why do you think I would live in this underground stone house? Wouldn't it be better to live in a wooden house on the top of the mountain?"

Sure enough, there is an orc tribe on this planet.

At least one.

Fu Qinghai's head started to hurt when he thought of those endless greenskins.

Fu Qinghai drank the soup in the wooden bowl expressionlessly and said:

"Uncle, please continue with your story."

Hu Xian was not stingy. He scooped another large spoonful of Squig bone stew into Fu Qinghai's bowl and said:

"That's all. I've been meditating in the Star Wars universe, trying to understand the path of a Jedi Knight. The Jedi Creed requires a calm mind, the search for true knowledge, and a calm and clear mind. I think this may be helpful and inspiring for me to find a way to suppress the fluctuations of murderous intent. This is also the reason why I initially chose to practice the Force and become a Jedi Knight."

"After the storyline missions in the main Star Wars universe were completed, I dropped off a world anchor in the Star Wars universe and stayed there for another ten years. During these ten years, in addition to reincarnating in various worlds, I also witnessed the rise and fall of the Galactic Republic. But I still did not succeed. I did not succeed in finding a way to restrain the fluctuations of murderous intent. Then I was thrown into the Warhammer 40K universe by the reincarnation world, and the place where I landed was this planet."

"I originally thought that the Star Wars universe and the Warhammer 40K universe are both SSS-level universes, and their worldviews may be able to cover the A-level Street Fighter universe. If I stay in these worlds with higher Lord God ratings, maybe I can realize my long-cherished wish."

Hu Xian shrugged and concluded:

"That's all. Forgive me for being such a chatterbox. People are like this. Once they get older, they like to reminisce about the past and keep telling the younger generation about their life experiences."

After saying that, Hu Xian raised and flicked his hand, and the firewood under the stone pot suddenly went out. The entire black stone pot, wooden bowls, spoons and other debris flew out of the stone room.

The Force...

Fu Qinghai watched this scene quietly.

Now he understood why Hu Xian had been able to get an Astarte and an ordinary man to the shore from the middle of the lake.

Fu Qinghai, wearing a simple, torn linen robe, followed Hu Xian out of the stone chamber.

After this long conversation, it was already getting dark.

This is a group of stone ruins hidden among valleys and giant trees, covered with dense climbing plants and various shrubs.

The croaking of frogs and the occasional chirping of birds can be heard one after another in the dark forest. Some luminous insects are floating around in the woods, glowing like dots of firefly.

Two people, one tall and one short, one old and one young, stood side by side on a stone slab covered with dark green moss.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, old man Hu Xian touched his stomach, looked into the distance with a sigh, looked at the evening sky outside the Giant Tree Forest, and said:

"Alas, although I have been in this Warhammer 40K universe for more than a year, I have not met anyone, and even the plot line mission has ended, and I still haven't left this planet, but I have to say that sometimes I appreciate the scenery of this planet at night, it is still very beautiful."

In the distance, beyond the black shadows of tall tree trunks and branches, in the night sky, there is a large patch of dark green light floating in the sky, brilliant and dreamy, crossing the night sky, dotted with stars, like an elf floating from the sky.

"Occasionally, occasionally in that direction, at irregular intervals, this light would appear in the night sky."

Hu Xian explained.

"Is that the Aurora?"

Fu Qinghai looked into the distance and asked.

"I don't know, maybe."

Hu Xian said lightly.

Fu Qinghai had never been to the Arctic in his previous life, nor had he ever seen the aurora with his own eyes.

Don't auroras only appear in the polar circle? Looking at the vegetation here, it's obviously not a high-latitude area.

Fu Qinghai shook his head. Never mind. The magnetic field of each planet is different. Maybe the aurora here appears in the equatorial circle.

Now he had more troublesome things to think about.

Being on the same planet with the Orks is not good news.

With the Orks' terrifying reproductive ability, the greenskins will soon expand here.

...

　It takes about 40 minutes to commute from my home to the company. I have now learned to use the commuting time to think about the plot while driving, but this does not improve my typing efficiency.

　　But it is an effective cure for my road rage.

(End of this chapter)