It was a sunny noon, and there were a few birds chirping and playing in the trees, as if they were enjoying the beauty of nature. There was a small farmyard here.
"Grandpa, grandpa, tell me a story. Ling'er hasn't heard grandpa tell a story for a long time." Only a childish sound like a silver bell came from this farmyard. The little girl was about five or six years old.
appearance.
I saw two people, grandfather and grandson, sitting under a pavilion in the small courtyard. The old man was wearing a green gown. His temples were gray and his face was a little haggard, but his eyes were not dull at all and looked bright and lively. He gave people a sense of detachment.
It has a secular feel. There is a stone platform under the pavilion. There is a teapot that is quite old. If you look closely, there are cracks, as if it is about to split. The teacup next to it has some chips. It is not new, but has some tea stains.
It was left in the gap. The old man had a kind face and looked at the childish little girl with two buns on his head. He smiled slightly and said to the cute little girl next to him: "Little Ling'er, I want to hear a story. Grandpa, I am alive."
At such an old age, I can't do anything else, but I still have the ability to tell stories. Since Ling'er wants to hear it, I'll tell Ling'er one." After that, the old man picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and
After drinking it, I looked at the sky, as if I was immersed in deep memories. Various pictures appeared in my mind, including laughter, tears of sadness, and a few sighs, as if recalling the past. Then I said to
The little girl in front of him began to tell the story he wanted to tell...
"A long time ago, there was a small city on the western border of Lanling Continent, named Lanling. Although it has the same name as Lanling Continent, it has the same pronunciation but different words. At this time, a disciples' competition was going on at the Mu Family Martial Arts Arena in Lanling City.
....."
Not long after he opened his mouth, he heard a voice: "Grandpa, how long ago was it?" Then the old man looked at Ling'er and replied gently: "Well, it was a long time. I don't even remember how long it was. Wait.
In the future, when Ling'er learns more knowledge and can explore the secrets of history, he can check it out by himself." "Okay, grandpa always said this before, always letting me find the truth by myself, I won't ask anymore, grandpa.
Go on. I want to listen to the whole story and write it down. I will look for the truth later and see if the story grandpa told is really that magical. Then grandpa, go ahead and tell it." Xiao Ling'er pouted and said.
"Well, grandpa will tell you this story in full. Let's see if little Ling'er can explore the mysteries when she grows up."
"A long time ago, there was a small city on the western border of Lanling Continent, named Lanling. Although it has the same name as Lanling Continent, it has the same pronunciation but different words. At this time, a disciples' competition was going on at the Mu Family Martial Arts Arena in Lanling City.
There is a competition stage in the middle of the martial arts arena. There are two people standing on the stage. One of them is over 1.9 meters tall and is 16 years old. They have a handsome face, a strong body, and a majestic appearance. They are very extraordinary. They are practicing in black rims and gray faces.
Yi.'s cultivation has reached the seventh level of the body refining realm. He is Mu Feng, the son of the second elder of the Mu family. He is the most promising genius disciple of the Mu family in the past hundred years. He is fighting against another disciple of the Mu family named Mu Ziming.
, is also sixteen years old and has an ordinary appearance. He is a sixth-level practitioner of body training. He came to the master's house to train him based on his own talent and strength. Although he does not have the advantages of Mu Feng's height and physique, he is better than Mu Feng because of his experience outside. He often competes with him.
Fighting monsters in the mountains, in order to survive, I had to live a life of blood on the tip of a knife. I didn't have enough talent, so I worked hard to get it. After unremitting efforts, I came to the master's house and was trained as an outstanding disciple. The two of them competed until they reached the point.
No weapons were used, which was unfair to Mu Ziming, but there is no fairness in this world. The two of them went back and forth in the ring, and they had fought for dozens of rounds. Mu Ziming relied on his physical skills and experience to
, the two of them were considered evenly matched. But at this moment, Mu Feng felt a little anxious. After all, he was one level higher than the other. How could there be a tie? Then wouldn't it mean that he was not as good as him. Then he became a little anxious and wanted to score points with the next blow.
Win or lose.
The two looked at each other, and suddenly Mu Feng stepped forward and launched the attack first. Mu Ziming also saw this scene, and no longer hesitated, he made fists with both hands and faced Mu Feng. With a bang, Mu Ziming
Taking two steps back, Mu Feng stood still. The suppression of his cultivation was there, and he had to admit the gap. However, the surrounding disciples were shouting in high spirits.
"Okay, okay, okay".
There were also a few disciples who were talking in low voices: "Mu Ziming is so powerful. He only took a few steps out of the lower level of cultivation. Logically speaking, he should be kicked out of the ring. Could it be that Mu Feng didn't use all his skills?"
strength?"
At this time, only Mu Feng knew that he had tried his best, and the expression on his face also changed a little. He said to Mu Ziming: "Mu Ziming, you have made great progress recently. It seems that you are not far from the seventh level of body refining."
Alright?"
Mu Ziming did not reply. He clenched his fists and used the Tiger Roaring Nine Heavens martial arts move, Tiger Down the Mountain. He only heard the sound of wind blowing up, like a tiger roaring, heading towards Mu Feng. This martial skill was used when he was hunting monsters outside.
I got it by chance. There was a skeleton in the monster's cave at that time. It seemed that it had been dead for a long time and its identity could not be identified. It was probably a warrior who went to hunt the monster in the past. He was killed by the monster and then brought back to this cave.
Feeding the cubs. Time has passed. I don’t know how many years have passed. There are not many powerful monsters in this mountain forest. Mu Ziming was chased by the monsters and panicked. He fell into this hole covered by branches. In the hole
After groping for a long time, I got these few things, but it can also be seen that the cultivation level of the warrior who was killed was not high and there was nothing better. But for Mu Ziming, who had just become enlightened, it was like a rain of time. Looking at it
He has broken martial arts skills and tenacious will, because he really has no resources and his family is not rich. He can become a martial artist, and his family is very happy. It is really not easy to get to where he is now.
"Good boxing skills, you can also use my mountain-collapsing fist to collapse mountains and break rocks."
Suddenly his fists collided, and with a bang, Mu Ziming fell back. The shock made his arms numb, his chest felt tight, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had some internal injuries and fell outside the field. Mu Feng also took a few steps back.
, not far from the edge of the ring. However, his arms were shaking slightly, but there were no signs of internal injuries.
"Mu Feng, when I reach the seventh level of body refining, I will definitely beat you." Mu Ziming covered his chest and said to Mu Feng:
"Okay, I'll wait for you. Don't make me wait too long, haha." Mu Feng shook his trembling hands, but there was a sinister and evil light in his eyes. Mu Feng has always had a smooth life in the Mu family, and among his peers
No one was his opponent. Mu Ziming's arrival gave him a sense of crisis. And when the realm was higher than the opponent's, it was enough that he couldn't kill him instantly. He could only gain a slight upper hand, and this was without the use of weapons.
Next, because Mu Ziming has rich experience in actual combat and has killed more monsters than he has ever seen. But he doesn't have much experience in killing monsters. If he fought hard in the competition just now, he might not be his opponent.
This person cannot be kept... Mu Feng kept thinking in his mind, but did not show it.
The disciples on the field discussed one after another: "This Mu Ziming is not an ordinary person. He can reach this point by relying on a few adventures. He is considered a genius. It is a pity that he met Mu Feng, who is even more talented."
"Yes, the strength he has shown now is not much worse than that of Mu Feng, but it is just because of resource issues. Now that I have come to the master's house, I heard that some elders are interested in him and want to accept him as a disciple!"
Someone else continued: "It's hard to say whether I can catch up with Mu Feng in the future."
The disciples' discussion, although their voices were lowered, was still heard by Mu Feng, and his expression became less indifferent.
Several disciples came forward to support Mu Ziming and took him back to the martial arts arena to heal his injuries.
At this moment, everything that happened here was seen by one person. He had been sitting quietly on the stone platform not far away. His name was Mu Yao. Watching Mu Ziming leave injured, my heart
Anger suddenly arose. When he stepped forward, he had to reason with Mu Feng. Just because your cultivation level is low, you have to bow your head and be patient.
He immediately scolded Mu Feng and said, "Do you want to leave just like that after you hurt someone? Is it just a trial to use such a heavy hand?"
Hearing this, Mu Feng came back from the thought of dealing with Mu Ziming just now. He grinned and said with a sexual smile: "Who is it? It turns out to be our good-for-nothing young master. You are not at home.
What are you doing here tinkering with your bottles and jars? Do you want to make human sandbags for your brothers?"
Immediately, all the disciples onlookers beamed and laughed, with disdain on their faces, as if they were doing a normal thing. It was once said among the younger generation that what they have to do every day is,
Eat, practice, and laugh at Mu Yao.
Mu Yao ignored this. No matter what he did, he could not achieve good results. He even doubted whether he was born in the wrong child. But life must go on, and he still has to live strong, even to
To make his life more exciting, if he didn't have a strong optimistic attitude, he wouldn't be able to figure out why he is still alive without others telling him.
Mu Yao, the son of the head of the Mu family, was extremely talented before he was ten years old. He practiced martial arts at the age of five, reached the third level of body refining at the age of eight, and was already at the seventh level of body refining at the age of ten. If this continues, he will break through the body refining realm and reach the level of body refining at the age of sixteen.
Warriors dream of the Qi Condensation Realm. Although they have just reached the entry level of cultivation, they already have a decisive position in a small place like Lanling City. However, this beautiful future did not appear. After Mu Yao turned ten years old,
There is no progress in his cultivation. Not only that, his physical skills are constantly retreating. All the doctors and pharmacists in Lanling have seen it, but they are all unable to do anything. Several years have passed like this, and this year Mu Yao is sixteen
Years old, the coming-of-age ceremony of the Mu family is coming in a few months, which makes the head of the Mu family and Mu Yao very anxious. But they have no choice but to pray silently and know the destiny of everyone. The reason why Mu Yao plays with those bottles
Guan Guan, because he has been taking elixirs to maintain his life and maintain body functions in the past few years. Once he stops taking the medicine, he is afraid that his life will be in danger. But he also fell in love with these flowers, plants, and strange crystals, even though his cultivation is gone.
, but I also developed an optimistic attitude. But there is one thing I can't see away from, that is, it doesn't matter how others treat me. As long as I focus on the people who are good to me and care about me, there will always be an unknown fire.
Rushing towards the forehead. Like a powder keg meeting a spark, it ignites instantly.
The reason why he came over to argue with Mu Feng was because of this. Although Mu Yao was not born in a poor family, he was somewhat similar to Mu Ziming. Now no one dares to look down on Mu Ziming. That's because his strength makes him
Others are afraid. On the other hand, when I first arrived at Mu's house, I received a lot of neglect and ridicule. The words of a country bumpkin are already very nice. However, after Mu Ziming found out about Mu Yao, he actually took the initiative to answer. This made
Mu Yao was a little surprised. Who wants to call a sick man a brother? Mu Ziming also helped him a lot in the days when they got along, especially when he went up the mountain to collect medicine again and accidentally fell down the hillside and rolled down the mountain. He was weak.
, now even more unable to move, he sent a distress signal to the family. Of course, the family also went out to search, but the effect was not satisfactory. There were also different voices in the family. The head of the family must search vigorously, but others did not think so.
Come on, go out and search for him? It would be nice if you don’t send a few people to kill him. There is no successor in the family head, so it is obvious that the next head of the family will be chosen. Just when the elders were still arguing with each other, they saw Muzi
Ming had returned carrying Mu Yao, who was covered in scars and unconscious. From then on, Mu Yao also had a great change in his view of Mu Ziming.
"In the ring, injuries are inevitable during martial arts competitions. Why do you still want me to pay for medical expenses? Haha."
A group of disciples in the audience also burst out laughing. They pointed at Mu Yao and said, "Mu Yao, you are here to make a joke, right? Then in the future, should you cover the platform floor with quilts before the competition, haha?"
Mu Yao shouted coldly: "That's not necessary, but you have to have the most basic courtesy."