"Ten years ago, at the entrance of the Tianying Cult, the Golden Lion King fell from the sky. With a roar, the dozens of good martial arts at the entrance of the Tianying Cult turned into blood. It is famous and terrifying."

Under the locust tree at the entrance of a village at the foot of Wudang Mountain, a middle-aged man with a stubble face was telling stories to a group of children in a vivid way.

This person is called Lame Liu. Xiaoxiao is a capable man. A few years ago, he went out of the village and traveled around the world and became the nickname of Qiankun in several towns in the middle of the Yangtze River. However, after some unknown thing happened, he was broken by someone, and then he returned to the village to live the life of a normal people.

However, after all, he has been living in the world and has a somewhat strange temper. He is not good at communicating with the villagers. He only likes to tell the children in the village about gods and ghosts, or what he saw when he was in the world in his early years.

After listening to the words of Crip Liu, a girl was so scared that she shivered. She just thought that the Golden Lion King's roar turned some people into blood. She seemed to be quite powerful, so she asked, "Uncle Liu, have you seen this with your own eyes?"

The lame Liu nodded with a profound expression and said, "I didn't see you, but this was what the Golden Lion King and I said in person ten years ago when I was drinking with me."

At this time, a beautiful boy among the children said with a look of contempt: "Uncle, you said a few days ago that you started to be in the world seven years ago. How could you have drunk with the Golden Lion King ten years ago?"

As soon as they finished speaking, all the children reacted and looked at the cripple with contempt.

The lies of the cripple Liu were exposed. Although he was facing a group of children at this moment, he still couldn't hold back his face. He glared at the beautiful boy, threw down his sleeves, and went home one after another.

When the storyteller left, there were naturally no one to listen to the story. In addition, as it was almost noon, the children dispersed and went back to their respective homes.

However, the beautiful boy was still sitting under the locust tree, holding his cheeks with both hands, looking at the sky with some thoughts, his eyebrows were tightly tied together...

The boy's name is Ye Qi. Three years ago, the severe drought in Guanzhong, and the oppression of the Yuan Dynasty court, a large group of refugees fled to Huguang like crazy. He was one of them.

But the boy's life was a tragic future. The refugees met a group of imperial cavalry while fleeing, but naturally died and fled. Then he got separated from his parents. He survived by luck in the vast mountains and fields, and finally fell under the locust tree in front of the village.

Soon a large number of villagers surrounded under the tree, waiting for the village to arrive, and discussed with the villagers that the little kid was a refugee.

It is said that God has the virtue of living a life. Since this child is not dead on the way to escape, it is that God will not let him die. Saving it is a merit. Village Zheng didn't think about it and decided to adopt this child. In fact, the main reason is that he is already in his prime but has no children.

After the child woke up, he was wiped by the wife of the village master's family and then put on clean clothes. He looked even better than the little girl who was proud of the old Wang family at the west end of the village!

The village smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. He pulled him to kneel in front of the dilapidated ancestral hall of his Ye family. Regardless of the confusion in the other party's eyes, he directly gave the child his surname Ye and named him Qi. Finally, he held another banquet and slaughtered pigs and sheep to invite the villagers to have a good meal.

In the days that followed, Xiao Yeqi was completely different from the same age as the children in the village. Other families were still peeing and mud, but he had already thoughts of the three-character scripture as Yecun, who was a little educated, which made many people envious.

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"Boy, what are you thinking? You shouldn't have anything to worry about at your age." At some point, an old man came down from the locust tree. Seeing the boy holding his chin and thinking about things was interesting, he couldn't bear it and asked.

Ye Qi did not go to see the person who asked him, but was still looking at the sky.

"There are few worries, and the old worries are old worries. The boy also has the things that he should worry about at this age. If the old man wants to go to Wudang Mountain, he can walk the mountain road opposite the village, but he has to pay attention to safety. If he wants to stay in the village and go up the mountain the next day, then go in by himself. Remember to prepare twenty cents, regardless of whoever his family, food and accommodation."

The old man didn't expect the boy's reply to be more interesting, and he smiled and said, "You haven't answered me yet."

Ye Qi returned to his senses, turned his head and looked at the old man a few times. Seeing that the other party was wearing a simple Taoist robe, there was no trace of the dusk on his old face in his temperament. He knew that the other party was a Taoist priest who came from the Wudang Sect, and he no longer said as rude as before, "It's okay to talk to the old man."

The old man moved to sit on the empty stone next to the boy, took off the gourd around his waist, drank a few sips of water and said, "Let's listen carefully."

Ye Qi said, "I want to practice martial arts."

"That's so simple? Just practice if you want."

"The kind with internal strength is not easy to practice."

The village is next to Wudang Mountain. Ye Qi can meet many people from the world every year. In addition, he has heard a lot of things about the world that lame men say, and he is clear about the difficulty of practicing internal strength.

First of all, you must have the correct skills that can condense internal strength. Secondly, you must have a master who teaches you what the mysterious internal formula means and how to recognize your meridian acupoints. The cripple Liu once said that he has seen many people who practice qigong to train themselves to become disabled. The reason is that the skills are too bad or they practiced blindly by themselves?

The old man pointed to the path leading to the mountain on the left side of the locust tree and said, "Will you just go to the top to worship a teacher?"

"Tsk, do you think the Wudang Sect is so easy to worship?" The boy looked at the old man with dissatisfaction and said.

The old man touched his beard and he had set a lot of rules at the beginning, and it was indeed difficult to join the Wudang Sect.

"Well... this is, but you have to try it."

The boy shook his head and sighed, "Oh, the main reason is that the family does not allow him to go to the mountain. He said that he could not marry a wife and have children after becoming a Taoist priest. I am the only seed of my family."

"The Wudang Sect can't help getting married." The old man reminded.

"I have heard of this, but my family doesn't believe it..." As he said, the boy seemed to have thought of something, stood up from the stone under his seat, looked at the old man carefully, and said, "Old man, seeing that you have a good temperament, you can be a lobbyist. Why not go to my house to help you get a certificate, and say that you can marry a wife when you go to the Wudang Sect to be a Taoist priest."

The old man looked at the boy with a strange expression for a long time, and said, "I'll talk about it later, let's talk about why you want to practice martial arts."

The boy said decisively: "Slay demons and eliminate demons."

Looking at the boy's serious appearance, the old man couldn't help but think of beating him.

"Speak well, don't talk nonsense."

The boy smiled and said, "I'm used to joking with others. Don't be upset by the old man. The reason why the boy practices martial arts is naturally to be happy and to be a hero. Every child in the village thinks this way."

"Barely consider a reason." After saying that, the old man stretched out his hand and pressed it on the boy's shoulder.
Chapter completed!