Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling lay in bed, unable to calm down for a long time. He didn't know whether the "Shadow" organization was real or fake, nor did he know whether they could successfully assassinate Yamamoto Ikki. However, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, a glimmer of hope to avenge Xiaoya.

The next night, the visitor arrived as promised, bringing with him a detailed action plan and a set of black night clothes.

"Here is your equipment," the man handed the nightgown to Zhang Ling, "Remember, this operation must succeed, not fail!"

Zhang Ling took the nightgown and nodded solemnly. He knew that this was not just an act of revenge, but also a battle of life and death.

At midnight, Zhang Ling changed into night clothes and quietly left the hospital with the visitor. They walked through the dark streets and came to the vicinity of an island army camp.

"Yamamoto Ikki is inside," the man pointed to the barracks and said, "Our goal is to capture him alive and execute him publicly."

"I understand." Zhang Ling took a deep breath and tightened the dagger in his hand.

The two sneaked into the military camp and approached Yamamoto Ikki's residence quietly according to the plan. However, just as they were about to reach their target, a dog barked suddenly.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

A military dog ​​discovered their tracks and started barking non-stop.

"Damn it!" the man cursed, "We're exposed!"

Almost at the same time, the alarm in the military camp rang through the night sky.

"Woo——"

In the dim light, Zhang Ling couldn't see the face of the person who came, but could only vaguely see a tall and burly figure. The person didn't say anything, but slowly walked to his bedside, then took something out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Zhang Ling took the item and with the dim light from the window, he could see clearly what was in his hand - a jade pendant of simple style, warm to the touch and emitting a faint fragrance. A lifelike dragon was carved on the front of the jade pendant, and the dragon's eyes were inlaid with red gems, flashing a strange light in the dark.

Zhang Ling's heart skipped a beat. This jade pendant... he had seen it before! In his "dream", he had seen this jade pendant in an antique room. At that time, it was lying quietly on the table with a letter next to it.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling's voice was trembling a little, and he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

The visitor still did not speak, but just pointed at the jade pendant, then turned and left the ward, disappearing into the night.

Zhang Ling clenched the jade pendant in his hand, and a warm current came from the jade pendant and flowed through his body. He felt his mind suddenly become clear, and some dusty fragments of memory began to slowly emerge...

He recalled the letter he saw in his "dream". The letter said: My son Zhang Ling, when you read this letter, your father will no longer be alive. This jade pendant is an heirloom of our Zhang family. It has mysterious power. It can take you back to the past and change history. Remember, only you can save our family and the world...

Go back to the past? Change history? Zhang Ling felt his breathing become rapid. Could this not be a dream? Could he really have a chance to go back to the past, save Xiaoya, and change their fate?

He couldn't wait to press the jade pendant tightly against his chest, closed his eyes, and silently recited the spell on the letter.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy, as if he was in a huge whirlpool. He wanted to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't open them.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt himself fall heavily to the ground. He tried to open his eyes and found himself lying in a strange room. The room was antique and simply furnished, with a wooden bed, a table, and a few chairs, nothing else.

"Where...is this?" Zhang Ling muttered to himself. He felt his mind was in a mess, as if something was blocking his memory.

He struggled to get up from the ground, walked to the window, opened it, and a fresh air blew in. He looked up and saw green mountains in the distance, shady trees nearby, birds singing and flowers blooming, a peaceful scene.

This... this is not the world he is familiar with!

At this moment, he heard footsteps outside the door. He quickly turned around and saw a man in ancient costume walking in.

"Ling'er, are you awake?" The man saw him and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"You are..." Zhang Ling looked at the man and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"I'm your father!" the man said with a smile, "You've been in a coma for three days, and your parents were worried sick."

Dad? Zhang Ling was stunned. When did he have a father?

He subconsciously touched his chest and found that the jade pendant was gone. He suddenly realized that he had really returned to the past!

"What time is it now?" Zhang Ling asked.

"The Great Zhou Dynasty has been in Yong'an for three years," the man said, "Have you lost your memory?"

Great Zhou? The third year of Yong'an? Zhang Ling was completely confused. He had never heard of such a dynasty and era name.

He suddenly thought of Yamamoto Ikki, Xiaoya, and the deep blood feud he carried.

"No, I didn't lose my memory," Zhang Ling said with a firm look in his eyes, "I just... remembered a lot of things."

He looked at the "father" in front of him, took a deep breath, and said, "Dad, I want to learn martial arts, I want to become a strong man, and I want to protect the people I want to protect!"

Zhang Ling's "father" Zhang Yuanshan is a well-read scholar. His biggest hobby is to compose poems and write couplets. He knows nothing about swordplay. Hearing Zhang Ling's sudden "bold words", Zhang Yuanshan was stunned at first, and then laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Ling'er, are you confused because of the fever? Our Zhang family has been a scholarly family for generations, so how can we have the tradition of practicing martial arts? You should study hard, pass the imperial examinations, and bring honor to your family. This is the right way." Zhang Yuanshan said, reaching out to touch Zhang Ling's forehead, "You're not feverish? Why are you talking nonsense?"

Zhang Ling was secretly anxious. He knew that in this era, force was the basis for survival. Without strength, everything was empty talk. He had to master powerful strength as soon as possible to protect himself and to take revenge!

"Dad, I'm serious! I don't want to study, I want to learn martial arts!" Zhang Ling said in a firm tone.

The smile on Zhang Yuanshan's face gradually disappeared. He looked at Zhang Ling with a hint of confusion and disappointment in his eyes. "Ling'er, what's wrong with you? You used to like reading the most, why did you suddenly change?"

"Dad, I was too ignorant before. Now I understand that only by having powerful strength can I protect myself and my family and survive in this troubled world!" Zhang Ling said excitedly.

Zhang Yuanshan sighed and said, "Ling'er, I know you've been through some things and have some thoughts in your mind. But practicing martial arts is not easy. It requires great effort and sweat. You have been weak and sick since childhood. I'm afraid..."

"Dad, I'm not afraid of hardship. I can definitely persevere!" Zhang Ling interrupted Zhang Yuanshan, his eyes full of desire and determination.

Zhang Yuanshan looked at Zhang Ling's determined eyes and couldn't help but feel a little moved. Perhaps Ling'er had really grown up and really understood the cruelty of this world.

"Okay," Zhang Yuanshan finally compromised, "Since you insist on learning martial arts, I will help you find a master. But you have to promise me that you must study hard and not give up halfway!"

"Thank you, Dad!" Zhang Ling hugged Zhang Yuanshan excitedly, his heart full of gratitude and excitement.

Zhang Yuanshan contacted a famous martial artist in the city - the Invincible Iron Fist Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji was a martial artist in his early years. It is said that he once killed a tiger with one punch, so he was named "Invincible Iron Fist".

Zhao Wuji was a burly man with a full beard and a pair of piercing eyes that looked imposing without even getting angry. He looked Zhang Ling up and down, shook his head, and said, "Master Zhang, your son is so delicate and tender that it's obvious he's not cut out for martial arts. I think we should just forget about it."

Zhang Ling was a little unconvinced. He puffed out his chest and said, "Master Zhao, please give me a chance. I will definitely prove it to you!"

Zhao Wuji sneered and said, "Proof? How can I prove it? With your small body, I can knock you away with just one punch!"

Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Master Zhao, if you can knock me away with one punch, I will give up martial arts and study hard! But if you can't knock me away, please accept me as your apprentice!"

Zhao Wuji looked at Zhang Ling's stubbornness and couldn't help but feel a little interested. He laughed and said, "Good boy, you have courage! I'll give you this opportunity!"

After saying that, Zhao Wuji gathered his energy in his dantian and punched Zhang Ling in the chest.

Zhang Ling only felt a powerful force coming at him, and he quickly circulated the mysterious warm current in his body and took Zhao Wuji's punch head-on.

"boom!"

There was a dull thud, and Zhang Ling did not move at all, but Zhao Wuji felt as if his fist had hit an iron plate. A sharp pain came, and he could not help but take a few steps back.

"This...how is it possible?" Zhao Wuji widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Zhang Ling was secretly delighted, he knew that this mysterious power came from the jade pendant. It seemed that this jade pendant was indeed extraordinary!

Zhao Wuji looked at Zhang Ling, his eyes full of shock and confusion. "Who... who are you?"

Zhang Ling smiled slightly and said, "I'm just an ordinary person who wants to learn martial arts."

Father Zhang looked at his son with a burning gaze, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. Zhang Ling had been weak and sick since childhood. He had to breathe for a long time even to walk two steps, let alone martial arts. Now the child suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person, with a look of determination and resoluteness that he had never seen before, which made Father Zhang both relieved and worried.

"Ling'er, learning martial arts is not a joke. You are weak..." Father Zhang hesitated, wanting to persuade him to give up this unrealistic idea.

"Dad, I know I was weak before, but it's different now!" Zhang Ling interrupted his father, "I can feel it, my body is full of strength!" He clenched his fists, feeling the power surging in his body, his eyes full of confidence.

Father Zhang looked at his son's determined eyes, finally sighed and said, "Okay, since you insist on learning, Dad will find a good master for you."

After saying this, Zhang's father called the housekeeper and told him to go to the city to ask if there was any suitable martial artist.

In the following days, Zhang Ling began his arduous journey of learning martial arts. He worshipped a hermit master named Li Chunfeng as his teacher, and went up the mountain to practice martial arts every morning, rain or shine.

Li Chunfeng, known as the "Crazy Taoist" in the Jianghu, is not only a martial arts expert, but also proficient in medicine, astrology, and the art of Qimen Dunjia. He has a weird personality and a bad temper, but he is very patient with Zhang Ling and teaches him everything he knows.

Zhang Ling's talent for martial arts seemed to have been greatly improved after the time travel. He learned very quickly and in just a few months, he mastered the basic skills taught by Li Chunfeng.

"You are such a freak, kid!" Li Chunfeng looked at Zhang Ling, who was sweating profusely, and couldn't help but sigh, "I have been in the martial arts world for decades, and I have never seen a disciple who has made such rapid progress as you!"

Zhang Ling just smiled and said nothing. He knew that all this was due to the mysterious jade pendant and the strong desire for revenge in his heart.

In addition to martial arts, Zhang Ling also began to learn military tactics, strategy, and various knowledge of this era. He knew that if he wanted to survive in this strange era and complete his revenge plan, force alone was not enough, he also needed wisdom and strategy.