For as long as I can remember, I have lived in a temple, a dilapidated temple with no incense and even the statues of gods in tatters!
What I see when I open my eyes every day is the bright roof. The temple is groggy and dark at any time, and most of the places are covered in dust. However, in such an unbearable place, dozens of people are displaced.
A place for beggars!
The dry place in the ruined temple that was protected from wind and rain was occupied by two strong men, while several others were huddled in other corners that were leaking from the wind or rain.
A year ago, the old beggar who had been taking care of me finally starved to death in the winter. Since then, I have become the weakest being in this ruined temple. However, precisely because of my weakness, I go out to beg every day.
The latest chapter of the Xuanji War Hymn is about always getting the most things!
At first, I would take the uneaten food back to the ruined temple, but after being robbed of food by those adults countless times, I secretly hid the food.
Just like now, in the dead of night and everyone is asleep, I carefully get up and find the ruined temple. During the day, I hide a chicken leg behind the ruined temple...
When I was delighted to find the chicken drumstick I had hidden, even my little heart was jumping. I carefully opened the oil paper bag and smelled it vigorously. It was so fragrant! Before I could even take a bite, something came from behind.
An angry voice said: "You brat, how dare you hide the food!"
I was shocked, turned around quickly, put my hands behind my back, and watched in horror as the two most arrogant men in the temple slowly approached!
"You brat, if you have anything delicious, take it out and honor your uncle!"
As soon as I finished speaking, one of the men walked up and slapped me hard like a cattail leaf fan. I couldn't dodge, and a real slap hit me on the head and face. My face was burning with pain, and my eyes were covered with gold.
Hua, I was slapped to the ground by that person, the oil paper bag fell to the ground with a bang, and the chicken legs inside rolled out!
"Chicken legs! Damn, this guy actually has chicken legs!"
Four black and dirty hands stretched out to the chicken legs!
"It smells so good! I haven't eaten chicken drumsticks in a long time." One of them grabbed the chicken drumsticks and started to chew them.
"Leave some for me." The other one hurriedly grabbed it.
"You brat, how dare you hide it secretly? Tell me if you have any more!"
While the dust was flying, two men punched and kicked me, and each of those punches and kicks landed on me.
My whole body was in pain, and my vision gradually became blurry. I held my head hard, thinking that I could just survive the beating. However, this time they didn't stop after a few hits like raindrops like before.
The fists kept falling on me. Am I going to be beaten to death by them like this?
Unwilling to give in, I hugged the fist that was smashed down, opened my mouth and bit down on the arm...
"You son of a bitch, you dare to bite me! I'll beat you to death!"
It hurts! At this time, there is only one feeling, and that is pain! However, I can’t care about that much, I just bite hard and don’t let go, until my eyes are full of moisture and my mouth is full of fishy sweetness...
Just when my eyes turned black, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and no more punches or kicks fell on me. I finally relaxed, fell down, and collapsed on the ground...
A pair of clean satin boots appeared in front of me, with clusters of auspicious clouds embroidered on them.
My head felt warm, and a big warm hand gently rubbed my head. It was so warm that the tears that had not fallen just now suddenly fell down like this, and hit the dusty ground drop by drop.
"What a stubborn child." Then his body lightened up and I was picked up.
Very warm embrace!
That year, this warm embrace took me away from the ruined temple where I had lived since childhood.
That year, I was four years old!
And that person was my master. In the next twelve years, I didn’t know the master’s name. However, I liked the master just because he took me away from the ruined temple and ended that period of food.
Days of hunger!
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The master's home is deep in the mountains. I don't know what kind of mountain it is, because before I was four years old, I was practicing the Heaven-defying Nine Cauldrons in the small space of that ruined temple.
The master's house is not much better than a dilapidated temple, a dilapidated thatched house, but I still like it here!
After being taken home by my master, I was in a coma for a day and only woke up in the afternoon of the next day. I woke up from hunger!
The chef with the wine pot appeared and brought a bowl of porridge, white rice porridge!
I ate very happily. After eating four bowls of white rice porridge, I felt my stomach with satisfaction and got out of bed. I wanted to thank the master for saving my life!
The master turned around and went back to another room. After a while, he took out a broken sword. Yes, it was a broken sword. There was no scabbard. The sword had numerous gaps and was dull!
The master put the sword into my arms!
I was stunned. Although the sword looked unbearable, it was extremely heavy. I didn't notice it, and I almost fell due to the weight of the sword!
"You will be my apprentice from now on." After saying that, he took the wine bottle and left.
Master? Since you are a master, shouldn’t you teach me?
I was puzzled, but the master's voice came to my ears, "I'll tell you when I can raise this sword."
I was stunned and looked at the sword lying on the ground in my arms. My heart skipped a beat and I tried hard to lift the sword. At this time, I found that the strength of the four bowls of white rice porridge could not even lift the broken sword.
!
After struggling for a long time, I got a little discouraged, threw down the sword, and ran out to find the master. I saw the master in the lake in front of the thatched house, drinking and walking on the water like a leisurely stroll!
The corners of the robe are flying, and no water touches it...
I was shocked, it turned out that the master is a god!!!
I turned around and went back to the thatched hut and started my sword practice!
There is no end to this beginning, year after year, day after day!
Winter turns to spring, flowers bloom and fade, and five years pass in the blink of an eye.
At the age of nine, I could already wield my broken sword to fight wild beasts in the mountains. Although I occasionally failed, the result was that my master and I could eat barbecue for a while.
The master said nothing about my progress and just drank every day.
The master likes to drink, but he is not drunk. He only gets drunk once a year. After each drunken period, the master will take the broken sword and dance on the lake for a whole day. Then he talks to himself and says something I listen to.
If you don’t understand, over the years, from the first panic to the current turning a blind eye, I have become accustomed to the master’s drunkenness every year.
As I grew older, I gradually began to understand the words that I didn't understand.
It turns out that the master is just a poor man. The most powerful thing in this world is not the profound martial arts or the amazing swordsmanship, but something called "love". I didn't understand what love was at that time.
I don’t want to understand that if a person as powerful as the master is hurt so badly by this “love”, then I can’t even touch that thing.
So, all my time was spent on swordsmanship training.
After I was nine years old, my swordsmanship began to improve by leaps and bounds. I was no longer satisfied with fighting those beasts around the thatched house. I began to long for deeper and higher mountains and forests, looking for more ferocious beasts.
I enter again and again, and come out bloody again and again. Every time, I always get new scars on my body, but my prey becomes more and more ferocious.
Until one day, when I brought the Wolf King's huge body back to the thatched house, the master's eyes finally looked at me seriously for the first time in so many years.