It seemed as if countless years had passed, and it seemed that in just a moment, Lin Luo felt his body slowly becoming lighter, as light as a feather. He danced in the air and gradually flew towards the young body on the bed. Lin Luo knew that as long as he went there, another cycle of reincarnation would begin from now on.
Whether he is reborn in another world or starting from this place, he will never remember all the past. Such an experience is undoubtedly painful, and his heart is filled with inexplicable sorrow and anger. Is it just to get to the wispheric and distant Bodhi Avenue?
The sky gradually became dimming, and the cold wind blew every inch of the space in the house. Lin Luo had no choice but to accept another world. When his eyes were closed and he opened, a new world came. However, Lin Luo did not remember who he was. Every time he entered this reincarnation venue, he would restore his memory and then move towards rebirth. But as long as he was reborn in other worlds, he would know nothing. This may be the cruelty of this game.
From the new birth to now, Lin Luo has grown from a child to a teenager. He has gradually learned that this place is hungry. This is a warrior continent. Since ancient times, this place has been called the Tianwu Continent. From the sky, this vast continent is like a bright mirror in the Lin family in Tianyun City, in the practice academy.
Every morning, dozens of teenagers practice martial arts here, steadily stance, waved their arms, and the air around them trembled. Outside the practice yard, a teenager in linen clothes hid under the porch, staring at the teenagers waving their fists in the practice yard, quickly recording their every move in their hearts. A teenager in the field suddenly stopped and whispered to the young man next to him: "Hehe, I really don't repent, I have to teach this guy a lesson, so as not to lose our majesty."
The young man, who was called the second brother, did not stop the moves in his hand. He seemed to be very disdainful. He raised his eyebrows and felt a little angry. He looked at the young man under the porch and said, "No matter how much he peeks at me, he is still a waste. The face of a family has been thrown away by him."
"Haha, don't worry." The young man who spoke first smiled, "Second brother, see how I deal with him." After saying that, he turned to look at the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the practice ritual and shouted: "Uncle, Lin Luo is here to peek again."
The middle-aged man opened his eyes, and the air around him was slightly twisted. He stood up and turned to look towards the porch, and hummed lowly, with a look of disgust between his eyebrows, shouting: "What are you doing here? Leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."
The young man seemed not afraid of him, and was still standing quietly in the local area. His star-like eyes were still staring at the people in the field, with only those shaking martial arts moves in his mind. He was the waste of Lin Luo, the Lin family, who was seventeen years old, but he did not even reach the second level of the martial arts level. The worst was the cultivation level of the third level of the martial arts level. He was a direct descendant of the Lin family, and he could not even be a slave in the clan. Such a person would do whatever he wanted. Whether in the family or in the city, Lin Luo was the object of despising and ridicule. This was no exception.
"I must have to take the shameless thing, but I won't cry until I see the coffin." The middle-aged man looked stern and cursed, stepped on the ground with his feet, stepped on two deep pits, and rushed towards Lin Luo angrily. He grabbed the yellow-skinned young man in front of him, and his aura immediately poured out, blowing Lin Luo's hair into scattering. He slapped Lin Luo's face like a thunderous slap. He suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. The bright red five-finger marks on his face fell as he breathed.
A mouthful of blood flowed out of Lin Luo's mouth. His body was extremely weak. Losing a mouthful of blood was enough to make him dizzy for a few breaths. I don't know how strange the middle-aged man's slap was. Although his palm fell on Lin Luo's face, the pain spread throughout his body. Lin Luo gritted his teeth and refused to hum. Because he was not convinced, why were they born to enjoy the love of others, but he had to endure so much pain. No, I must change this situation. As the saying goes, don't bully the young man poor. They will regret it one day. I must do something and let them see that I, Lin Luo, are not a waste.
"Hmph, what are you still doing here? Do you want to stay for dinner? Why don't you get out of here?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and his roar trembled, and he kicked Lin Luo on the back of his thigh. Lin Luo was kicked ten meters away and staggered to the side. It seemed that he was seriously injured.
Lin Luo was still a young man. Although he was extremely determined, he had no power to fight back when facing the middle-aged man's force. At this moment, his body was kicked down and actually showed a twisted state. He looked very painful. Lin Luo lay on the ground and twitched for a moment before slowly getting up. He looked at the middle-aged man, patted the dusty linen cloth, and left without looking back. Seeing Lin Luo disappearing beside the attic, the middle-aged man clasped his fists and clamped it like fried beans. He was very unhappy with Lin Luo's eyes at him, cold, sharp, and disrespectful. You must know that he was his elder and a noble martial artist.
The middle-aged man looked very angry, snorted coldly and threw away his sleeves. He became surprised in his heart that the outstanding juniors in these tribes in front of him were trembling with his own momentum, and that useless Lin Luo didn't even look at him.
"Haha, Uncle, you are so amazing. You beat the follower away with just one move." The young man complained to him with a smile and complimented the middle-aged man.
"You continue to practice martial arts and strive to break through the bottleneck as soon as possible." The middle-aged man shouted with a cold brow, and then came to the young man who was called the second brother: "Lin Feng, you are now at the peak of the eighth level of martial arts. You are still one step away from reaching the realm of your elder brother. You must not relax. You must know that this path of martial arts is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. You must seize the time to exercise to achieve greater success, otherwise... you will know the consequences."
"Lin Feng knows" that the young man gave in. He is Lin Feng, the third among the Lin family's junior disciples, and the young man next to him is Lin Feng, the sixth among the sixth among the family. As for Lin Luo, who was beaten away by the middle-aged man, he is the fifth among the family. Of course, Lin Feng would not call him his fifth brother, but called him a follower.
The Lin family is one of the most peak families in Tianyun City. Only the Shao family in Dongcheng, Luo family in Xicheng, and Lin Wuming, the head of the Lin family, is a great martial arts-level existence.
Lin Luo did not have the same surname as his father. His father Lin Mo was originally a grass-roots man and fell in love with Lin Wuming's only daughter Lin Wanqiu, and later married into the Lin family. According to the customs on the Tianwu Continent, his son could only have the same surname as his mother. Back then, Lin Wuming did not agree with this marriage and almost killed Lin Luo's father Lin Mo on the spot. Lin Wanqiu had already died and forced Lin Mo to become a husband and wife.
When Lin Wanqiu had just given birth to Lin Luo, a mysterious woman suddenly came, showing shocking means to shock the Lin family, took Lin Wanqiu away, and entered the Xuannv Palace. Lin Wuming, this sect, was unheard of, but was frightened by the mysterious woman's methods, and had to follow. In the past seventeen years, Lin Wanqiu had never returned to the Lin family, and this incident faded out of the memory of the entire Lin family over time.
The Lin Mansion is the leading family in Tianyun City. It covers a huge area, with nearly a hundred miles of mountain and flat land. Every direct-class child can have a magnificent courtyard. At this time, Lin Luo walked limply in the Lin family courtyard. The servants and servants passing by were ridiculed at him, shaking their heads and walking in front of Lin Luo. They were so arrogant in the eyes of these servants. They could fight against a direct-class person who was extremely useless. They were very respectful in their hearts and circles of servants, and they often became topics of conversation for everyone after dinner.
Lin Luo ignored the ridicule of the crowd, and Lin Luo quickly walked towards the house. He said in his heart: "One day, I will let you animals crawl in front of me." In front of him, the rows of wooden houses were shaking in the wind, and a stinky ditch in front of the door emitted a disgusting smell. This is the lowest place where the people in the Lin Mansion live. Lin Luo actually lives here with his father.
In this jungle-like society, people are divided into levels, and the Lin Mansion is of course no exception. The servants in the mansion are divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. The servants live in dilapidated houses and eat leftovers. Any servant who can reach the stage of force can apply to the Lin Mansion butler to become a middle-class servant. The life of the middle-class servant is much better than that of the lower-class servants. There are several strings of copper coins to take every month, and the food has been greatly improved. Therefore, all people in the Lin Mansion will devote themselves to cultivation as long as they have nothing to do and strive for a better life in the future.
In the orchard in the back mountain, an old man took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his temples. In a blink of an eye, he saw Lin Luo staggeringly, with a sad feeling in his eyes, and said pity: "Lin Luo, you kid are just disobedient. Uncle Han told you not to fight with those young masters. Look, now you are hurt again. You kid are always disobedient. If you continue like this, you will suffer the consequences. Remember, don't do this in the future."
"Uncle Han, I'm fine. Is my father at home?" Lin Luo smiled and felt a warmth in his heart. The old man named Uncle Han lives next to Lin Luo. Uncle Han helps to sew his clothes when they are torn. Lin Luo respects Uncle Han very much.
"You kid, you are stubborn." Lin Luo's twisted right leg pulled the old man Uncle Han's heart up, and the corners of his eyes were immediately wet. He quickly put down his handkerchief, threw down his hoe and helped Lin Luo, and said with a trembling lips: "Look, your legs are crooked, how painful it should be. Can't you let the old man worry less?"
Lin Luo smiled and quickly comforted: "Uncle Han, Lin Luo promises that there will be no next time. That's OK." "Okay, okay, okay" Uncle Han quickly wiped his tears and said, "Today, Xiao Ming from my family sent a piece of pork, let's eat it together tonight."
Lin Luo knew that Uncle Han was not well-behaved, so when he saw her coming to help him, he would not let the old man work hard, so he stepped aside: "Uncle Han, I'll go back by myself. You're busy first."
At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of a dilapidated house, with a few wrinkles on his forehead looming, but his face was very handsome, slightly similar to Lin Luo. This is Lin Luo's father, Lin Mo.
"Lin Luo, what's wrong with your leg? What happened?" Lin Mo said hello to Uncle Han, carried Lin Luo and walked back. In the room, there was only a table for eating, and the five-meter-wide room looked very spacious
"Tell me. Who did you mess with again today?" Lin Mo skillfully took out the wooden board and clamped Lin Luo's thighs, twisted it hard, and Lin Luo grinned in pain, and sweated coldly. Lin Mo had the seventh level of martial arts cultivation, but for the huge Lin family, he could not make waves at all. Any straight tribe member could not hold him up.
"I just offended that grandson of Lin Minghao." Lin Luo grinned and showed her white teeth. Lin Minghao was the middle-aged man in the practice academy and the fourth son of the patriarch Lin Wuming.
Seeing that Lin Mo looked like he was not caring, Lin Mo sighed in a low voice. Over the past ten years, the father and son have suffered a lot of humiliation. They were already sensitive in their identities, but Lin Luo didn't know what happened. The force in the Dantian was condensed but not gathered, and they could not break through the second stage of force. They were gradually excluded by Lin Luo's mother's brothers and sisters, and now they have become a status like inferior people.
The night was deep, the weather was slightly cool, and the sound of insects sounded. A rough knock sounded outside the door, and then a click, the door was knocked down by someone.
Lin Luo stared at him, and two figures slowly walked towards him, one tall and one short, which was Lin Feng and Lin Feng. "Get out." Lin Luo slapped the table and stood up with a loud voice. What do these two people want to do? Is it not enough to ridicule them in the practice academy? Do you have to kill them all? It's really too bullying.
Lin Feng smiled and said to Lin Feng: "Did you hear me? The candy actually told us to get out~ Go out." The word "get out" was dragged by him, as if he was afraid that others would not hear it.
Lin Mo also stood up, pulled Lin Luo behind him, and bowed to him, "I wonder what the two young men are going to visit the humble house?" Lin Feng and the others ignored Lin Mo at all, just stared at Lin Luo for a while.
"It feels good to be broken by uncle." Looking at Lin Luo's thighs wrapped in rice dumplings, Lin Feng said maliciously.
"It's all your business." Lin Luo was not willing to be outdone, and stood up behind his father Lin Mo and confronted the two of them.
Lin Feng took a step forward and looked calm: "I came to find you today because I hope you, a waste, don't come to the practice academy."
"The practice academy was used by my genius junior of the Lin family. And you are just an outsider and a servant."
"You are a waste to come to the practice academy to be an insult to the Lin family, do you understand?"
"The people who insult my Lin family will be erased. I tell you this for your own good and for your life." Lin Fenglian said, "There should be a waste world. Our noble circles are not something you can get involved in."
Suddenly, Uncle Han's voice came from the door: "Lin Luo, why don't you come to Uncle Han for dinner? You also want Uncle Han to bring it to you." Holding a pot of thick soup full of sliced meat, Uncle Han smiled so much that his eyes were almost narrowed into slits. He looked at the ground carefully. She didn't want to sprinkle even a drop, even a drop was exchanged for it with her own sweat.
As soon as he entered the door, Uncle Han saw Lin Feng and the others standing here, and hurriedly bowed and said, "I have seen two young masters."
Lin Feng turned his head and looked at it, stretched out his hand and knocked the soup from Uncle Han to the ground, then kicked it out and kicked it on Uncle Han’s lower abdomen.
Uncle Han’s old body could not withstand this torture. He was kicked to the ground, his forehead hit the doorbar, and blood immediately poured out.
Lin Feng pointed at Uncle Han and cursed: "Dog slave, you are so brave that you dare not kneel down when you see me."
Uncle Han quickly knelt on the ground and said in a panic: "The old woman dared not, but she was holding the soup at that time."
Looking down at the fruits sprinkled all over the floor, I felt uncomfortable. These fruits may not be eaten in a month. Lin Luo is in his growth stage, but he has a pale face and thin skin. He finally can replenish his body, but he knocked Lin Feng to the ground...
"Uncle Han" Lin Luo and his son came over to help Uncle Han up and quickly stopped her blood.
"You are looking for death." Lin Luo was red in his eyes, his delicate little face turned pale with anger.
Although Uncle Han felt sorry for Guozi, he felt even more sorry for Lin Luo. He grabbed Lin Luo's sleeve and whispered: "Lin Luo, don't be impulsive, apologize to the two young masters. You can still beat the fruit again if you lose it. If someone is injured, it will be a big deal. If we can't afford to offend others, we should admit our mistakes quickly. Don't wait to turn back and suffer the consequences."
"Remember what I told you. If you still see you in the practice academy next time, I won't have to take action, and I will ruin you." Lin Feng brushed his sleeves and stepped out the door.
"I want to leave after hitting Uncle Han." In Lin Luo's heart, Uncle Han is like his grandmother. Now he is being beaten and injured, how can he not be angry?
"Come back to me"
Lin Feng turned around and saw Lin Mo's ruthlessness. He realized something was wrong and hurried forward to drag Lin Luo back. Unfortunately, it was too late, Lin Feng had already reached the eighth stage of force, which was a whole section higher than Lin Mo's cultivation level. The speed of attack was so fast. When one palm was swung out, the air exploded.
The palm was in the middle of Lin Luo's dantian. A large mouth of blood kept flowing out of Lin Luo's mouth. His eyes turned pale and he fainted. Lin Mo tried to input his own force into Lin Luo's body desperately, and the sweat as big as a bean on his forehead suddenly oozed out. Lin Luo was suffering from uncontrollable pain at this moment, as if every inch of the skin in the dantian was squirming, and the pain was unbearable. However, with his extraordinary willpower, Lin Luo still opened his eyes wide and stared at Lin Feng fiercely. It was him
Lin Feng sneered, not caring at all, and hummed, "Do you dare to disobey me again? Today I will destroy your dantian and see how you practice martial arts. From now on, you will be a waste of your life." Then he took Lin Feng with him and disappeared in front of Lin Mo in a blink of an eye.
The two of them left gracefully, very freehand. Treating Lin Luo was like treating a dog.
"Lin Luo, if something happens to you, how can I live with the old man?" Uncle Han's heart was cold when he saw Lin Luo's gray face, and he was beating quickly. If he hadn't closed his teeth, his heart would have jumped out of his chest. It can be seen how nervous and nervous Uncle Han was at this time.