Many children in the family look down on Qing Shui. After all, in a world where martial arts is respected, who would look down on a loser who is destined not to be able to practice martial arts? His only friend is Qing Hu.
In this world, he was destined to be lonely from the moment he could walk until he was confirmed to be unable to practice martial arts.
Although Qing Shui's actual age is already twenty-six, eighteen years in the previous life plus eight years in this life, he is not like other children who can cry or make trouble when playing. Almost no one has seen Qing Shui cry or make trouble.
Pass.
Qing Shui also didn't want to play with those little kids who would make a fuss over trivial things and even cry. He felt bored, but Qing Shui was still very happy for Qing Hu, his "brother". Qing Shui was always looked down upon and even spurned by others behind his back.
This became more and more precious to him. Although the other person was just a child, it still made his heart warm.
The head of the Qing family, Mr. Qing Luo, is at his peak. Except for the second son, Qing He, who has reached the ninth level of martial arts commander, he has struggled to break through. The other sons are all at the eighth level of martial arts commander, but some are at high points and some are at low points.
Now only Qinghe is concentrating on martial arts, hoping to one day reach the tenth level of martial arts commander, reaching the highest level acquired. Only in this way can someone from the second generation be able to compete with the famous families in Baili City.
There are several geniuses among the three generations. The eldest grandson Qingzi has reached the seventh level of military commander at the age of twenty-one, and even Qingluo trained him personally.
As for the others, Qing Glaze, who was only thirteen years old, broke through and entered the sixth level of military commander some time ago. This made Qingluo so happy that he could laugh out of his dreams. He entered the sixth level of military commander at the young age of thirteen, and was even better than his eldest grandson Qingzi.
Two years earlier. It should be noted that these two years are of great significance. Qingluo's speed is no longer inferior to some geniuses. Therefore, Qingluo's high hopes for this grandson are hidden deep in his heart.
In a world where martial arts is respected, the most talked about thing is martial arts, and Qing Shui is most afraid of hearing that terrible word, so he would go outside to the mountains to be in a daze as long as he didn't sleep or eat.
As time went by, he became more and more indifferent. Of course, except for his mother who could see his smile, not even Qing Luo could see it.
Qing Shui didn't know that Qing Yi couldn't help but feel cramped in his heart every time he saw that lonely little figure. In the past three years, he had sought countless precious medicinal materials to treat Qing Shui but it had no effect at all. That cold little face could only be healed after falling asleep.
A knowing smile will appear only when you have a good dream.
"Why did you run out? If you don't go to practice martial arts, I might spank you." Qing Shui's face only became softer when he was talking to Qing Hu.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, so what are you afraid of?" Qinghu said nonchalantly. Qingshui saw that a seven-year-old child said this very cute thing, but he didn't know that he was also a child.
"Let's go back. Auntie will come to see you again soon." Qinghu blinked his big eyes and said angrily.
Qing Shui saw Qing Hu's strong body and then looked at his own thin body and could only sigh helplessly. Did he really spend his life like this? Why were there so many people who traveled through time and each one of them became a peerless strong man? Why
I can't count myself as one. Is it easy to travel through time by myself...