In the empty martial arts training ground, a little boy of about ten years old was wearing heavy armor, holding a broad sword that was disproportionate to his body in both hands, and was dancing with sweat.
Every time the broad sword danced, the boy's muscles all over his body tightened, and his teeth clenched, which was indescribably difficult. But even so, he still looked stubborn and serious, not caring about the sweat all over his body, and waved his hands again and again.
broadsword.
Every sword strike is so skillful and serious, and the steps on the ground are not disturbed by the effort at all. They are so calm and skillful. The two work together perfectly. If you don't look at the boy's age, others will definitely think that this is a boy.
An old man who has been practicing swordsmanship for decades.
Outside the martial arts training ground, an old man glanced this way and noticed a look of love flashing in his eyes when he saw the little boy on the field, and then walked towards him.
Although the old man's hair and beard are all white and his face is full of wrinkles, he is full of energy. He walks with the strides of a dragon and a tiger, and his whole body exudes a powerful aura, giving people a sense of calmness and self-power. He does not look like an aging person at all.
The old man came to the edge of the martial arts training field and looked at the boy quietly on the field. A complex look flashed across his resolute face, including appreciation, relief, love and joy, as well as regret and distress.
"Hao'er, take a rest, don't exhaust your body." After a while, the old man showed a kind smile on his face and shouted lovingly to the little boy on the field.
"Ah." The boy exclaimed, and the sword in his hand suddenly stopped. It seemed that he was too serious about refining the sword just now, and he didn't notice the arrival of the old man. As a result, when the old man opened his mouth, he was startled.
"Grandpa, when did you come?" The boy looked at the old man outside the court awkwardly and asked.
"Just here." The old man looked at the boy kindly and said lovingly again: "Although sword refining is important, you should also pay attention to your health and don't get tired."
"Yes!" The boy nodded and said seriously: "My body can still bear it. I will practice for a while and then I will rest."
After saying that, the boy ignored the old man, picked up the sword again, and started dancing again and again.
Looking at the young figure soaked in sweat on the field and his stubborn and determined expression, the old man sighed helplessly, shook his head, turned and left, and at the same time murmured: "What a pity."
As the old man's figure disappeared from sight, the boy on the field suddenly stopped, glanced at the direction where the old man was leaving with complex eyes, sighed softly, and lowered his head feebly, with a look of loss on his face.
"I'm sorry grandpa, Hao'er has let you down."
But in an instant, the original look of despair was replaced by determination and stubbornness.
"No, I have to persevere. I can't let Grandpa and the others down." The boy gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and murmured firmly: "What's wrong with the Five Elements Body? Others say that the Five Elements Body can't be practiced to the best of its ability."
I'm angry, but I haven't mastered it yet, and now I have reached the high level of Swordsman. I believe that as long as I persist, I will not lose to others."
"Yes, I will never lose to others." The little boy nodded fiercely, waved his clenched fist in front of his chest, with a look of determination and confidence, then raised his head sharply, and once again clenched the broad sword with both hands.
Swing it hard.
"Oh, ha..."
The boy's name is Wen Hao, and he is the second son of the Wen family, one of the four major families in the Tianwu Empire in the Jianwu Continent. He has been smart and smart since he was a child, and is deeply loved by all the elders in the family. He was once placed with high expectations by everyone in the family.
What everyone didn't expect was that when Wen Hao underwent a family physical examination at the age of three, he was found to have a five-element constitution that is extremely rare and rare for one person in a million.
The body of the Five Elements is also called the body of waste, and it is difficult for it to cultivate strength throughout its life. This means that Wen Hao will never be destined for martial arts.
If Wen Hao was born in an ordinary family, it would be okay. In the Jianwu Continent, there are countless ordinary people who cannot cultivate strength and live a dull life.
But the problem is that Wen Hao was born in one of the four major families in the Tianwu Empire that is famous for its martial arts. In such a family, if an ordinary person who cannot practice suddenly appears, it is naturally difficult for everyone in the family to accept it.
After repeated tests by the family elders, they finally had to accept the reality with disappointment. Wen Hao was indeed a five-element body, and he was also the most useless of the five-element bodies.
Wen Hao was very unlucky, but he was also lucky, because the direct bloodline of the Wen family was not prosperous, so even though he was a loser, everyone in the family treated him well and did not laugh at him because of it.
Although many people in the outside world laughed at the Wen family for producing a loser, they only talked about it behind their backs. No one dared to say it in front of the Wen family, and no one dared to say it in front of Wen Hao. After all, the identity of one of the four major families of the Wen family was not
For display.
When Wen Hao was four years old, he finally understood his situation and why his mother's eyes were always full of worry every time she looked at him over the past year.
In order to prevent others from looking down on him and to prevent his mother from worrying, Wen Hao finally plucked up the courage and asked his grandfather that he wanted to practice strength.
For some unknown reason, his grandfather, who knew Wen Hao was a good-for-nothing, actually agreed to his request and passed on to him the Wen family's secret skill "Tian Lei Jue".
After having sex, Wen Hao's daily life was all about practicing except eating, because he knew that he was a waste and if he didn't work hard, he would really become a waste.
After practicing hard day and night, three years later, the good-for-nothing Wen Hao finally broke the legend and developed strength. Although this surprised everyone, they did not have much hope for Wen Hao because everyone
I know that no matter how hard Wen Hao works, he won't be able to achieve much.
Wen Hao is not arrogant because of this, and still practices hard every day. Until now, Wen Hao is eleven years old, and his strength has reached the level of a high-level swordsman.
Although his strength has reached the level of a high-level swordsman, as he grows older, Wen Hao also understands that he is indeed a waste, because his younger brother and sister, who are five years younger than him, have also reached the strength of a high-level swordsman, and he himself
The amount of training is still several times that of theirs.
Therefore, every time he saw the disappointed and gloomy expressions of his elders looking at him, Wen Hao felt a pain in his heart. Several times, Wen Hao wanted to give up. Since he was a waste, he would just live a happy life as a waste.
The material is good, why go through all the hardships like now.
But every time when Wen Hao was about to give up, his mother's worried eyes would always appear in his mind, making him feel distressed. At this time, all distracting thoughts were swept away from his mind.
, there is only one thought left, stick to it, you must stick to it, not for anything else, just to prevent your mother from worrying about herself anymore.
In this way, time and time again, Wen Hao has persisted until now, and it is the same today.
The practice only lasted for a short while, when a petite and cute little girl wearing a red dress came jumping from a distance.
The little girl came to the side of the martial arts practice field. Without stopping for a moment, she ran up with her feet in red leather shoes and came to Wen Hao's side. She didn't care about Wen Hao who was practicing, and pulled him arrogantly towards him.
Go down.
At the same time, he shouted coquettishly: "Brother, go and tell me a story."
Wen Hao reluctantly put down the broad sword in his hand, looked at the little girl who wanted to tell her a story, and said with a wry smile: "Little sister, brother still has to train, go ask the teacher to tell you a story."
"No, no." The little girl shook her head like a drum, pouted, and said dissatisfied: "Those teachers only want me to remember this and that, and the stories they tell are not exciting at all.
, I want my brother to tell me, okay!"
Looking at his little sister with a flat mouth, misty eyes, and a look of grievance on his face, Wen Hao knew that if he dared to refuse, she would immediately attract everyone with her thunderous cries and make him
Everyone thought they had bullied her.
With a wry smile, he had been practicing for a long time today and it was time to rest. Wen Hao immediately said to his sister: "Okay, but brother is covered in sweat now. You have to wait for me to clean it up."
"Okay, okay." The little girl nodded happily, and then was pulled away from the martial arts training ground by Wen Hao.
The little girl's name is Wen Xiaoyue. She is five years younger than Wen Hao. She is his sister. Wen Xiaoyue is usually very good and obedient. Wen Hao loves this sister very much, and this sister is also very fond of Wen Hao.
It's dependence. He is rarely as rude and disrespectful as he is today.
However, Wen Hao knew that what happened today was not because of his sister. It must have been because his grandfather was afraid that he would be tired, so he specially called his sister here. Things like this happened often in the past.
Returning to the small courtyard where he lived, as soon as he entered the door, Wen Hao saw a young woman in her twenties, slender, beautiful, and exuding a noble temperament.
Next to the young woman, there was a little boy who was the same age as the little girl. As soon as he saw Wen Hao and his sister coming in, a naughty smile immediately flashed on his fair face. He ignored the young woman and Wen Hao and ran over directly to talk to the little girl.
The two of them, Yue Yatou, ran to the side holding hands, muttering something in a low voice, and laughing from time to time.
"Mother." Wen Hao came to the young woman and called kindly.
The young woman is Wen Hao's mother, Sun Yulan, and the little boy is Wen Rui, Wen Hao's younger brother, and Xiaoyue Yatou, his twin brother and sister.
"Hao'er, are you tired?" The young woman pulled Wen Hao over, took out the handkerchief, and helped him wipe away the sweat stains on his face with a distressed look on his face.
"Not tired." Wen Hao shook his head, and then said: "Mom, I'm going to clean up first."
"Well, go ahead." The young woman nodded, let go of Wen Hao, and said with a smile: "I asked the kitchen to make your three brothers and sisters' favorite sweet and sour fish today. Please wait a while and stop running around."
"Yeah, there's sweet and sour fish." Wen Xiaoyue and the little boy cheered before Wen Hao could answer.
"Yes." Wen Hao nodded, and then got into the house.
Ten minutes later, Wen Hao, with wet hair, walked out of his room and took a shower. Most of the fatigue just now was gone. There were no sweat stains on his body. He became refreshed and felt refreshed.
It's like a different person.
At this time, Sun Yulan had left, leaving only two little guys, Wen Rui and Wen Xiaoyue, waiting in the room for Wen Hao to tell them stories.
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