Chicheng is a medium-sized town south of the "Raging Flame Mountains" in Liaozhou, Tang Feng Kingdom. The people are strong and fierce, and everyone practices martial arts. Although the place is small, it is well-known throughout the country.
The Ding family is one of the largest families in Chicheng.
At this moment, the season is approaching the end of the year, and in the coldest twelfth lunar month of winter, the heavy snowfall makes Akagi, which is like a majestic mountain made of iron, even more solemn.
In Ding Mansion, on a small ground in a courtyard, the grass, flowers and leaves have long since withered. Twelve thick wooden stakes have been beaten on the ground paved with obsidian. Each wooden stake is interspersed with several hard black paulownia trees. At this time,
, a child with his upper body naked standing next to him was struggling to hit these wooden stakes that were much taller than him.
The child's slightly dark face has a pair of eyes like stars in the dark night, tight lips and long black hair that flutters in the cold night wind, accompanied by sweaty movements, like a machine without thought.
Except for the "bang bang" sound made by constantly hitting the wooden stakes, the children never stopped for a moment.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Severe gasps continued to come out of the child's mouth, but the movements of his hands still did not stop at all. And judging from the sky, I am afraid that he has been practicing since the morning, and at this time, it is almost entering the first watch (late night)
It's past eight o'clock), and the lights around the house are already brightly lit.
Sand! Sand! Sand!
While the children were already engaged in selfless training, there was a sound of footsteps not far away.
"Sheng'er!" came a loud and majestic voice, but it was a burly man wearing a white robe.
call!
When the child heard the call, he stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, shook his arms that were numb due to long-term crazy exercise, then wiped a handful of sweat, turned around and said respectfully:
"Father!"
Looking at the child's determined eyes, the man in white robe secretly sighed in his heart. Since his wife's death, the child has been locked up here all day long. In addition to eating and sleeping, there is endless training. If this continues, sooner or later one day will come.
Will collapse.
Moving his lips slightly, the man originally wanted to say something, but in the end he sighed softly, shook his head and said, "Sheng'er, it's getting late, you'd better rest early."
The child ignored his father's expression, still pursed his lips, shook his head, and said firmly: "My child is not tired, but my child still needs..."
"Nonsense!!!" The man suddenly shouted angrily. His originally calm appearance seemed to be driven into panic at this moment. He approached the child and grabbed his arm. Looking at the bruise marks on it, he said in a deep voice, "You
Look, you have already practiced like this, and you still want to continue??? If you continue like this, not only will you not be able to make progress, but your life may be in danger!!!"
The child remained silent at the man's words.
Seeing this, the man sighed again, let go of the child's arm, and said seriously: "Are you going to continue? I think your mother doesn't want to see you like this, right?"
Hearing this, the child trembled slightly, then raised his head, looked at the father in front of him with a complex expression and said: "But tomorrow... the child really doesn't want to give up! I don't want to disappoint my father! I don't want to disappoint my mother!"