Like the scorching sun hanging over the blue sky, like a touch of bright red in the emerald green jade, it brings people visual enjoyment and impact while marveling. While marveling, you will sigh that today is another good weather.

The white clouds around you move with the wind, you don’t need to consider how to worry tomorrow. You just need to follow the changes in the wind to visit the vast earth. Occasionally, you will get angry and change colors to show its power that cannot be ignored.

At this time, a strong man's voice sounded from time to time in a small mountain village, "If you can't persist in this way, then you will definitely not be able to become a qualified martial artist or a qualified man in the future."

The strong man had a serious face, and a long scar on his right cheek added to his strength and courage. At this time, he glared, as if he was an instructor in the army. His burly figure and strong and dark muscles all made Kong Wu powerful, which made people afraid. In front of him, more than 20 children under ten years old were running. Looking at their red faces and their constant breathing, he knew that these children were exhausted.

But this strong man had no sympathy in his eyes, only meticulously and seriously, and the whip in his hand kept hitting his hands. Any child who could not persist seemed to see the whip in the hand of this strong man, and he seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he actually persisted again.

Some adults around were smiling at these trained children, either holding bows or arrows, or holding hoes, because they knew that hope from a village would be born among these children.

Plop... At this time, a child seemed to be unable to withstand such rigorous training and directly pounced on the ground. The dust rose up, attracting everyone's attention.

Seeing the child fall, a trace of worry appeared in the eyes of the originally serious strong man, but it did not show it. After careful observation, he shouted, "Zhang Tao, can't you get up? Are you going to keep lying on the ground and be laughed at by others?"

The little boy on the ground, although his face was a little painful, was still tenacious in his eyes. Hearing the shouts of the strong man, his arms, like lotus root nodes, kept exerting force, and wanted to get up, but after trying several times, he returned to the ground, as if he never wanted to leave again, and the sweat dripping from his forehead kept dripping.

At this time, another child walked to Zhang Tao's side. The child was handsome and held Zhang Tao's right hand with his hands. "Zhang Tao, get up, we can't admit defeat."

With the help of this child, Zhang Tao stood up. Although his figure was a little shaking, he at least stabilized his figure. "Lin Qian, thank you."

"No need to thank you, aren't we good friends? Okay, keep cheering up, you see, Li Qiang and the others have already run to the front." After Lin Qian said that, he took Zhang Tao's hand and ran towards the front.

Zhang Tao didn't care about the dust on his face, followed the pace of his good friends, and chased towards the team ahead with difficulty. At this time, amid their childhood laughter, something called friendship was constantly brewing, taking root and sprouting in the hearts of the two children, and blossoming and bearing fruit.

When the strong man saw this scene, a hint of relief appeared in his eyes, and then he followed quietly. The setting sun in the blue sky was as red as the blood of the sun gradually disappeared on the mountain, full of iron blood, and heroic spirit, as if he was about to marry a bride and was shy and ready to let go. He was tender and rosy, making people look unblocked and relaxed.

On the open plain, more than 20 children stood in the same place, which was really a shame. It made people shook their heads and sighed, "Today's training has ended. Dongyue Continent is the continent where strong people survive. The future of our Taixiang Village is in your generation. However, our village relies on hunting and farming to make a living, and is not rich, so only one of you twenty children can stand out and then go to big cities to further your studies. In the future, becoming a dominant strong man and then come back to change the life of our village. This is also the only hope of our Taixiang Village. Do you understand?" The strong man's voice was majestic and mighty, and immediately made these exhausted children stand up slowly.

"I understand!" Although everyone wants to go out to see the world, and learn internal strength and true energy, and become a strong man who can fly around the eaves and walls and fight with swords, there is only one person in the twenty people who can become this lucky person, and the competition is too great.

The strong man in front of him was a martial artist and an instructor in the village. He was responsible for screening out the materials that could be made and then conducting basic training. This was also a preparation for the future of the village.

This strong man is called Zhaolong. I heard that he is quite connected outside. In this remote mountain village, Zhaolong is of course the object of respect for everyone. Just like the code of the Dongyue Continent, the strong are respected, and the strong will naturally be respected.

"Okay, today's training ends here. Tomorrow is your rest day, and Li Qiang, Lin Qian, Zhao Manyu, you three deserve praise. Today's training is very good. Perhaps the elite representing the village in the future will be one of you, and you must learn from them." The strong man praised the three people loudly. Of course, the people who were praised were proud. How old do children know what scheming is? They all put their own thoughts on their tender little faces.

Zhang Tao's face was covered with sweat and could not see clearly, but the loss in his eyes was obvious. Zhang Tao was a bad one among these 20 children, and this seemed to be the so-called talent slowly reflected.

Zhang Tao's father Zhang Wanli and his next door neighbor Lin Hua are close friends. In addition, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, so the relationship between the two families has always been harmonious, while Lin Qian naturally has a harmonious relationship with Zhang Tao.

Zhang Tao is six years old this year, and Lin Qian is the same. The two families originally wanted to get married, but they never thought that they were all boys. They could only be brothers. Lin Qian has been very smart since childhood, learned from each other in everything, and could think about himself. He is also famous in Taixiang Village. He can be said to be the most promising representative among more than 20 people.

Zhang Tao is honest and honest. Although he is not stupid, he is far inferior to Lin Qian in terms of thinking about adults. Therefore, Lin Qian is quite powerful among children in the village. Moreover, in terms of mental strength, even physical strength, Lin Qian has developed comprehensively. Today he was praised by Zhaolong.

Perhaps seeing the loneliness in his friend's heart and not caring about the dust on Zhang Tao at all, Lin Qian directly grabbed Zhang Tao's thin shoulders and said, "It's okay, our father will go up the mountain to hunt tomorrow. Let's go play together, relax, and learn. If you can become a great hunter in the future, you can also bring prosperity to the village."

"There is a martial artist in the hunter?" Zhang Tao murmured in his heart. Thinking of a white-eyed tiger suddenly running into the village, the hunters in the village took out their weapons to resist, but the white-eyed tiger was not comparable to an ordinary tiger. Its action was extremely powerful, and its fur was extremely tough. It was difficult to pierce ordinary bows, arrows, knives and forks, but at this time Zhao Long subdued the white-eyed tiger with three punches and two kicks. Zhang Tao would never forget that scene.

Lin Qian didn't pay attention to Zhang Tao's thoughts, and the two of them jumped home like this. Lin Qian's father naturally greeted his son with a proud look on his face. He could hear the voices of praise for his son everywhere. How could Lin Hua be unhappy? His son is extremely honored to fight for his face for him in Taixiang Village.

Zhang Tao felt even more uncomfortable when he saw Lin Qian's excellence. His father might not feel proud of him, right? Thinking of this, Zhang Tao's head was about to touch his chest.

"Tao'er, are you back? Are you doing well in training today?" At this time, a woman came out, and this person was Zhang Tao's mother: Chu Xin!

Although Chu Xin is not old, she can already see some gray hair in her hair. Although life in the mountain village is calm, her mood to hope that her son will become a dragon can make Zhang Tao's parents aging ahead of time. The ruthless years will not take into account whether you are selfless maternal love. It will only create casually on your body, and then it will also decorate the white hair with satisfaction to prove its existence.

"Huh? Why are your face covered in dust? Did you fall? Are you injured?" Chu Xin saw the appearance of her child, and immediately thought of the hard training, which is not something that ordinary children can bear.

Zhang Tao felt warm in his heart for his mother's concern, and his eyes suddenly felt sore, as if something was overflowing, no matter where it was, a six-year-old child was always a child.

Zhang Tao had just enjoyed the comfort of his mother's arms, but his father's sigh was as obvious as thunder. Zhang Tao's body trembled slightly. Although he was only six years old, Zhang Tao knew why his father sighed. Didn't that parents want their son to be successful?

And every time I train, I am at the bottom. How can my father not sigh? Zhang Tao silently swears in his heart, "No matter what, I must not let my father down, and I must become the son my father is proud of."

"Okay, Tao'er went to wash her hands and face, and we're ready to have a meal."

Zhang Tao's father Zhang Wanli is a strong figure and wearing animal skin. His thick arms are something that Zhang Tao has always envied. When he was three years old, Zhang Tao liked to fall on his father's hand. He always wondered how powerful his father's arm is?

"How was your training today?" Zhang Wanli asked after seeing Zhang Tao finish washing.

"I was the last one, I accidentally fell down. Lin Qian, Li Qiang and Zhao Manyu were praised." Zhang Tao said in a low voice when he saw his father's plain expression.

"Is that so? Lin Qian is really capable. Well, Tao'er, don't care. I'll take you to hunt tomorrow, have fun, and let you see the life of a hunter." Zhang Wanli said with a smile. Obviously, no matter how disappointed he was, it would not affect his son. In his heart, there was no hope for his son to become a martial artist, so Zhang Wanli planned to teach his hunter's experience to his son, so that he could become an excellent hunter who was the only one.

Seeing his father's envious expression, Zhang Tao felt more and more eager to work hard...

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