Panting heavily, Rong Que slowly walked to the corpse of the demon bear, picked up sharp stones, and began to skin the demon bear's still warm body, smashed open the demon bear's skull, dug out a bloody demon core, and said
: "How come my luck is so good? It's already the seventh one."
He put away the bear skin, stood up, and ran towards the outside of the mountain range.
At the exit of the Fire Demon Mountain Range in the afternoon, a figure rushed out like the wind, followed by a large group of monster beasts chasing after it. The figure in front turned back and shouted: "Don't send me away, I will miss you!"
But the monster behind him roared in response to his words, and it was obvious at first glance that it was not very friendly.
That figure was none other than Rong Que. In this month, he had offended so many monsters and killed many of their family members one by one. Of course, monsters are enemies of humans, so even if Rong Que didn't kill them, those monsters would
Come and trouble him.
This group of monsters has been chasing them out of the mountains, and they are going to completely eliminate this human disaster called Rongque.
After running for half an hour, Rong Que finally stopped out of breath. He bent over and held his knees with his hands, breathing heavily. The monster chasing behind him had gradually opened up a long distance.
Unable to catch up with him, they each returned to the mountains.
After a moment, Rong Que calmed down, raised his hand to take off the black cloth that had been covering his eyes for a year, and raised his hand to block the sunlight as if he was uncomfortable. After a moment, he lowered his arm.
, revealing a pair of dark, deep, black-and-white pupils.
For a year, although I could feel the fluctuations of things around me, I could not see the colorful nature of the world. Now I look around at these colors, and I feel so kind. Mountains, rivers, lakes, dense forests and grass, any color is in my eyes.
It seems to feel so familiar yet so novel.
With a slight smile, Rong Que put the black cloth into the storage ring and walked towards the direction of Qingshan City in his memory. He enjoyed the joy of being able to see things along the way. He arrived at Qingshan City at dusk.
The soldiers guarding the city gate were strangers, and that's right. After practicing in the back mountain for a year, Kuang Yuanlang carried him and flew him to the Fire Demon Mountain Range more than ten miles away. He had no chance to walk through the city gate.
After entering the city, Rong Que walked towards Yan's house with ease.
"Master! Master..." A servant's voice sounded at the door.
"What's going on? How unbecoming are you in such a panic!" Yan Wu was drinking tea in the hall and flipping through a book on physical training in his hand. He frowned when he saw his servant was so flustered.
The servant ran into the hall and said out of breath: "Master, the door... the door..."
Yan Wu put down the book in his hand and asked, "What happened at the door?"
"Master... the master is back!" The servant finally said the words smoothly.
"What? Really?" Yan Wu stood up from the chair immediately, and everyone could see his surprise.
He hurriedly ran out of the hall and towards the door, and saw Rong Que head-on, who had been gone for more than a year.
Rong Que scratched his head, smiled and said, "Father, I'm back!"
"It'll be good to come back! It'll be good to come back!" Yan Wu said excitedly, grabbing Rong Que's shoulders.
After calming down for a while, Yan Wu turned around and ordered his servants: "Quickly, go and prepare dinner. Let the kitchen cook some good dishes and prepare two jars of good wine."
Then he turned around and looked at Rong Que's somewhat tattered clothes and said, "Que'er, what did you do all this? You're so sloppy. Go wash up. Come and have dinner after washing."
Rong Que scratched his head in embarrassment, responded, and walked towards his room.
Although it had been a year, Rong Que's room was spotless. Yan Wu asked people to clean it every day. When Rong Que walked into the room, the hot water had been prepared by the maids, and he waved the maids to leave.
Afterwards, I started to wash up.
I haven't had a hot bath for more than a year. When I was in the back mountains, no matter spring, summer, autumn, or winter, I always washed in the lake. But when I was in the Fire Demon Mountain Range, I could only wash in the streams, even if I washed in cold water.
It feels like it hasn't been cleaned.
She washed herself thoroughly and was "shiny", put on the clean clothes that the maid had prepared, put her hair into a square bun again, looked in the bronze mirror, and said narcissistically: "You
He's so handsome, how can he let others live?"
The servants in the hall had already prepared dinner. After Rong Que sat down, General Yan opened the wine jar and poured Rong Que a glass, saying, "Que'er, you have grown up, it's time to learn the art of drinking.
, come, tonight, for my father, I will drink with you."
Rong Que smiled bitterly and said, "Father, I don't know how to drink!"
"What are you talking about? How can a good man not know how to drink? Come on, drink this drink, and you will drink in the future." Yan Wu's expression changed, he raised the wine glass in his hand and said to Rong Que.
Rong Que had no choice but to raise his glass and said to Yan Wudi: "Then, father, I'll give you a toast." After saying that, he drank all the wine in the glass.
Yan Wu laughed and said, "This is my son, come on."
Before General Yan could drink the wine in his cup, Rong Que's body began to shake, his face flushed, and soon he fell on the table with a "bang" and began to fall asleep.
Yan Wu was stunned, pushed Rong Que in disbelief, and said, "Son, please don't play tricks on me, okay?"
Later, he discovered that Rong Que was really drunk. He shook his head helplessly and said to the servant beside him: "Help the young master back to the room, be careful."
The servant responded, slowly helped Rong Que up, and walked towards his room.
Yan Wu was left sitting alone in the hall and wondered: "It doesn't make sense! How can you get drunk after drinking alcohol?"
The next day, Rong Que woke up in a daze, extremely uncomfortable with the sunlight coming from the window. Only then did he remember that he had taken off the black cloth, rubbed his brows, and said, "It seems like it's better not to drink in the future."
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It was already morning, and Yan Wu was instructing his juniors at the martial arts training ground. Rong Que was watching quietly from the side, his brows furrowing more and more as he watched.
Yan Wu looked back and said, "What's wrong? Why does your face look so ugly?"
"Father, why do I feel that everything you teach is wrong?" Rong Que said strangely.
"Oh? Really? Then what do you think? Tell me and listen." Yan Wu took a sip of the tea handed over by the servant.
Rong Que scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I don't have any opinion. I just feel that your attack methods are much lacking, and you don't have a good defense at all when punching."
"Then what do you think of how to punch? Wouldn't it be more powerful to punch with a rotating arm?" Yan Wu looked at Rong Que strangely.
Rong Que shook his head and said: "Yes, the power of punching when the arm is rotated is relatively powerful, but it does not have a better defense against itself. The power of rotation will break its own delicate balance, and its speed is not fast enough."
Yan Wu looked at him in surprise, then turned around and waved to a young man who was practicing hard, called him over, and said to Rong Que: "You discuss with him, let me see if your theory is correct."
It’s true.” After saying that, he patted the young man on the shoulder and said, “You’re welcome, just give him a good fight.”
The young man who was called over by Yan Wu was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with his upper body exposed, showing strong muscles, short hair, and a serious face. He cupped his fists towards Rong Que and said, "Young master, I'm offended."
Rong Que hurriedly returned the gift and said, "It's just a discussion. That's it."
Afterwards, the two distanced themselves and quietly observed each other, looking for each other's flaws. All the Yan family members who were training gathered around. Yan Wu did not stop him. If a family wants to be strong, there must be competition.
, as long as these young people have the desire to compare, they will have greater motivation.