Purgatory Artist-Chapter 438: Entering the Museum

[Current World: A past life.]

[Status: Battle of History.]

[The recording of this period of history has begun.]

[Available Time: One Day (Left the Nightmare World, and will return to the Void after leaving this place).]

[First Step:]

[Become a member of the dojo.]

[If you succeed, you can continue moving forward. If you fail ...]

[Consequence One: The recording will stop immediately.]

[Consequence Two: The strongest Martial Arts Scripture will become a joke, and you will no longer have any help.]

[Consequence Three: You will not be able to reach the level of a 'Saint' and lose the only chance to save history.]

The historian finished writing the passage and showed it to Liu Ping.

"Looks like I have to join the dojo ..."

Liu Ping muttered.

"Not only that." The historian said.

"What are the other consequences?" Liu Ping asked.

"From now on, I can only follow you. You have to provide me with food, or else I will starve to death. History will not be recorded, and you will not be able to bring this history back to the main timeline." The historian said.

"Food? That's easy. "Liu Ping heaved a sigh of relief.

Cutting their little discussion off, a voice came from the dojo.

"The selection begins now!"

"All those who have signed up for the selection, enter the dojo in order!" ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Everyone immediately became nervous.

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

The historian flew in the air and wrote something while saying, "All the best. This is your only chance, are you confident?"

"Yes."

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

But in comparison, he did not think that he was worse than anyone in terms of martial arts and combat.

"Yes, after all, you have been fighting for so many lifetimes and created countless techniques along the way. You should be quite confident in being selected this time." The historian said excitedly.

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

"By the way, why don't we have a good lunch to celebrate after you've completed the selection?" the historian suggested.

Liu Ping glanced at him.

Yes, he still had to take care of this guy.

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

"Don't make it too complicated. Three cups of wine and six plates, this simple meal is more than enough. After all, you still need to cultivate," the historian said.

Liu Ping rubbed the ring of the King of Thorns on his finger and said, "... Now that I think about it, I haven't had a good meal in a long time."

"So it's settled then?"

"Yes, wait for me to pass the selection."

"Hahaha, you definitely won't have a problem. I'll go and see if there are any good shops nearby."

After saying that, the Recorder of History disappeared in a flash.

At this moment, Liu Ping's name was finally called.

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

"Yes!"

Liu Ping responded and walked into the martial arts center.

Three minutes later.

On the streets.

Liu Ping sat on the curb and couldn't help but sigh.

The historian floated beside him and spoke with a tone of utter despair.

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

Liu Ping shrugged and said, "I feel that I performed quite 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 stood in a fist stance and told me to attack him with all my strength. I saw that his fingers were spread open, his stance was steady, and his expression was subtle, so I thought that he had seen through my fist stance"

"And then?" the Recorder of History couldn't help but ask.

"Then I sent him flying," Liu Ping said in confusion.

The Recorder of History was also surprised.

"Strange, you should have passed the selection, why didn't you believe me? I have to go take a look."

After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared from the void of space.

A few moments later.

The Recorder of History appeared again.

Liu Ping asked: "Was it because my technique was too simple and didn't show any potential?

That's why it didn't look as good as the others? "

"That's not it ..."

The historian was a bit speechless and shook the small booklet in his hand.

Numerous words flew out from the booklet, forming an image out of thin air.

It was the dojo.

Inside the dojo, the old man stood in a fist stance with his fingers pointing upwards and spoke to another candidate: "Very well, your selection has begun, attack me"

"Yes!"

The candidate took a few steps forward and took out a money pouch from his chest, placing it in the old man's open hand and smiled: "This is just a small token, please accept it"

The old man weighed the money pouch and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, your comprehension is natural, you pass"

The candidate immediately bowed: "Thank you, Master"

"Go in"

"Yes!"

...

The picture ended.

Liu Ping: "..."

The historian: "..."

Liu Ping thought for a bit and said: "In this history, I have to become a member of the dojo first?"

"That's right!

But you failed! "the historian said dejectedly.

"Actually, the Quest is to become a member of the dojo, it doesn't have to be that dojo" Liu Ping said.

He stood up and looked down the street.

There were a few dojos on this street.

"Let's go!"

Liu Ping walked down the street.

The historian's eyes lit up, he touched himself from head to toe and whispered: "Seems like there's still a chance ... I really didn't want to take that slash from the Law of Fate ..."

He floated behind Liu Ping and quickly followed.

As Liu Ping walked, he looked at all the dojos on the street.

"How is it?"

The historian asked impatiently.

Liu Ping said: "What kind of world is this?"

The historian waved his hand impatiently: "The power system of this world is very complicated, I won't be able to explain it all even if I talk for three days and three nights. Don't worry so much, this is just a small place, it's convenient for you to enter, and ..."

"First, you have to join the dojo and become a martial artist, only then can you be considered to have participated in this history. This is the starting point of everything"

"Understood."

Liu Ping said and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

An old man stood in front of him and sized him up: "Young man, your foundation is not bad, if you can take out twenty gold taels, I'll let you join us and start training"

Liu Ping said: "May I know which dojo you're in؟"

The old man pointed in a direction.

Liu Ping looked over and saw that it was a dark red building, there was a plaque hanging in front of the door:

"Yi Cui Restaurant"

Faintly, the sound of music, the sound of finger-guessing, and the laughter of women could be heard from the building.

Liu Ping's face stiffened.

The old man observed his expression and immediately understood. He said: "Young man, don't look down on the brothel, in fact, many experts in the dojo train their whole life, but they are not as good as the pimps in the brothel."

"Why is that?" Liu Ping asked.

"The fights in the brothel are even more ruthless."

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

"Think about it again, if an expert cheats us and we can't beat him, won't we let him escape? Money is what we need to settle down, we have to beat them even if we have to die "said the old man.

"Makes sense ..." Liu Ping muttered.

The old man said: "Then are you coming? I think highly of your martial arts foundation, that's why I'm willing to recommend you to be a pimp. "

"I ..."

"Young man, don't be afraid of hardships, as long as you work hard, maybe one day you will succeed in martial arts"

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

"You will become a pimp!" The old man gave him a thumbs up.

"Sorry, I don't have money" Liu Ping said.

"No money?"

The old man immediately lost interest in talking and said disdainfully: "What a waste of my time, why are you learning martial arts if you don't have money?"

He didn't look at Liu Ping again, turned around and left.

Liu Ping didn't mind.

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

"Hey, aren't you rich?"

The historian whispered.

"But I don't want to be a pimp" Liu Ping said.

"This world is so materialistic, I'm afraid you can find any martial arts dojo, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can become one of them" the historian said.

"That's why you have to choose carefully."

Liu Ping suddenly stopped at the entrance of a martial arts dojo.

This was a rather large martial arts dojo, the door was wide open, and everything was neat and tidy.

Liu Ping looked around.

There was no one in the martial arts dojo, only a young girl packing her luggage.

Liu Ping's eyes darkened, he strode into the martial arts dojo and bowed:

"I'm Liu Ping, I would like to join the martial arts dojo, is your dojo still accepting disciples?"

The young girl turned to look at him and sighed: "Go to another dojo, our dojo is about to close."

"It's open, why are you closing?" Liu Ping asked.

In his line of sight, lines of small words appeared above the young girl's head:

[Successor of the Blood Heart Sect Fist Technique]

[Best friend from a previous life]

[Note: Because your 'Knowledge Is As Good As Your Name' has been raised to the Occult level, you can see the names of living beings in their previous lives]

[This young girl is your best friend from a previous life, and maybe she will be in the future.]

So ...

Who is this young girl?

Did she have any interactions with him in the future?

Liu Ping thought silently.

The young girl said with a worried face: "The martial arts dojo has injured too many people, we can't afford the medical fees, and we can't pass the annual assessment. We will soon be removed, and I will have to return to my hometown in the countryside."

Liu Ping pondered for a moment and said: "It's fate that we met. I have always admired your martial arts dojo, as long as you are willing to accept me, I will think of a way to pay for it."

"Really?" The young girl was surprised.

"Indeed," Liu Ping looked up at the sky and said: "It's almost noon now, why don't I cook for you at noon, we can talk while eating?"

"Okay," the young girl said happily.

A dispirited middle-aged man suddenly appeared behind Liu Ping and said happily: "Let's go, I have found a good dojo."

"He is..." the young girl said.

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

Yes, this is the historian.

He will only appear in the world when it is mealtime, and the rest of the time, he will be in mid-air writing.

"Then let's go, I also hope that someone can help the dojo, but it's a pity that others are envious of our dojo's qualifications and location, and no one is willing to help."

The young girl sighed.

"Isn't it because I am here?" Liu Ping smiled.

The young girl nodded and followed him out of the dojo.