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Chapter 1 Feathering is not a technical term

Text] Chapter 1 "Yuhua", not a professional term-

The early morning is always quiet and beautiful, and the early morning in winter is quiet. The beautiful small mountain village presents the birth of a paradise-like no-in-see in the mountains.

Flashing, the light of this area became the most dazzling existence in the village.

The wind was screaming, and the flow was turned away, and the fog dissipated as soon as possible.

A loud crying sound that was enough to shock the whole village sounded suddenly, and it was full of gas, breaking the silence of the mountain village. At this moment, the faint golden S-the sun leaked in a ray of photos, and then, the public JI in the village began to start

Crying ... Then, the dogs in the village began to bark ...

The protagonist of the story appears in the world ...

"Mrs., watch the face of the son, will become a big device in the future, and there will be glory and wealth ... just ... make the son's face weak, afraid that there will be a wicked man to lead y-u, in the future, it will be easy to cause disaster lu-n ... Mrs.

I have traveled to the world for many years. It is my hobby to help the crisis.

I am embarrassed ... or so, just be the wife's thick incense money ... I named the name of the son, it was called 'Yuhua' ... "

A master twisted the long beard lightly, and said indifferently. If the robe was not covered with the mud, there would be no dust if the dust in the hand was not in the hand.

If it wasn't for the greedy light from time to time, it would be a fairy -like style of a high school outside the world.

Rao is so, his surroundings are still full of many villagers who come to listen to him nonsense. In front of him, a little F-F- is busy with a baby, and his face is full of awe of the monk.

"Thank you Master, thank you Master."

"Madam don't have to thank me. I passed by here to make my son also fate." The master smiled, his fingers gently hooked, and the one or two silver that had just been taken away for a long time slipped into the sleeve instantly. God did not know the ghost.

"The feathers, the butterfly transformed into a shape, and reborn."

"Lady Tu, congratulations, congratulations."

"Tujia sister -in -law, the little doll was named by a high man today, but in the future, it will be infinitely promising."

Listening to the greetings of the folks, Shao F-Lehn opened HUA, nodded frequently, and looked at the baby in his arms repeatedly and looked at it. It seemed to see the baby's golden light.

"Hey? Master Kong, what are you always sighing?"

"It's really a dead husband, this rivers and lakes liar ... this rivers and lakes liar ..."

"Ah? Master Kong, what's the matter with you?"

"What name is not good? Yuhua Yuhua, the monk died, called‘ Lisuity ’, the old road was called‘ Yuhua ’.”

"..."

Master walked on the way out of the village. Suddenly, his ears were erected, and he shook a few times, and then flashed into the forest next to the forest with a fast body.

He head, confirmed that no one behind him came with him, and he was so relieved, breathed a few times, and wiped off a cold sweat.

"Fortunately ... um, the people here are so deceiving ... unfortunately, they are a bit poor, only one or two silver ..."

He took out the two silver and looked at his palms carefully, and his smile slowly piled up, which was quite insignificant.

"Well?" The Master blinked wildly and looked at the air in his hand. Just now, it was obviously a piece of broken silver in the palm of the hand. The silver that had worked hard for a long time disappeared like this, as if there was no existence.

Suddenly I paused and stared at my palms.

"Yeah!" The master suddenly yelled again.

In front of his face, I do n’t know where to extend a hand, and it was pinching a piece of broken silver in the hand, judging from the style and texture, isn't it the one that just disappeared from his hand? Thinking is not as good as the body than the body than the body.

The anti-SH-nerve came quickly, he stomped his feet, flew directly to the branches. When he just stood firm, he yelled again. The mysterious hand was still in front of his face, and the crushed silver was still putting it.

M-human light.

The master was discouraged, his eyes glanced, and when he saw a rough face, he couldn't help complaining, "I know it is you, except you, who has the ability to grab the money from me?"

"Yes, you can do it, and you can do it."

The speaker was standing beside him. The sun shined through the bending branches. He was a simple black robe man.

"But how can they be so free? And they won't be interested in these two silver. Who is like you, the world runs blindly."

I have nothing to do? "

** Laughing: "I was in seclusion here. I just saw you in the village just now. I followed. What do you make a joke to the children?

Mantra? Speaking of which you are also a monk with M-N, why are you so greedy? "

Master jumped off the branches and looked at the direction of the village. Xiaoshan Village was still carefree. The villagers were simple. Although he only stayed in it for a day, the peaceful atmosphere was enjoyed by him. L

-ngd-ng rivers and lakes for many years, this peace is extremely rare for him. However, his eyebrow M-O was condensed, and L- in his eyes was heavy.

"**, the child just now ..."

"Tiansha Guxing?"

Master: "... That child is a H-N blood. Although his eyes are black S-, the blue S-light is flowing around the eyes, which is only available in the blood of the west."

** Hehe laughed, "What do I think you want to say? Isn't it a H-N blood? There are many on the border."

The master still frowned, and said, "The child's mother is our Oriental, so the child's father should be Westerners, but have you thought? Why would a Westerner live in this remote mountainous area?

Forget it, knowing that you don't understand, I tell you that it is nothing more than 'bi forced', I guess the child's father should live here for what happened. "

"So ... I will pay attention. But the master is not allowed, you are not sure about each other this time?"

"... I am not dead, I am gone. The child is good, it's a seedling, you think about it. By the way, return the money to me!"

Emerged at the age of five.

"Boy, I was born a man and determined early on that my men are the right people in the world. How about you worship me as your teacher and I will teach you unique martial arts so that you can save the world in the future?"

This is a simple and rough man, but when he squats in front of a small child and says this, why does he look a bit like a human trafficker?

Xiao Yuhua blinked his little eyes, a little unable to react, because he was really too young and did not have the ability to think about such a great issue as "saving the world", but Xiao Yuhua knew that he had a guardian, so he simply

He yelled, "Dad, grandma, there are bad people!"

The rugged man suddenly felt that a huge burst of darkness hit him, giving him the urge to vomit blood. For a man with such a majestic title of "hero", who saves people from fire and water everywhere and never cares about gains and losses, he is the only one in life.

For a glorious man whose flaw is just a small broken love, what lies before his eyes

The words of this little m-o child undoubtedly gave him a head start. At this time, a thought called "humiliation" emerged from his mind, and it could not go away for a long time. At the same time, he was very lucky, because now he was in this tavern

No one. Who would drink in the middle of the night?

Under the moonlight, the green mountains are as quiet as a lady standing silently. Although she has a bright face, she is not flirtatious. The small mountain village is like a sleeping baby in her arms, bringing with it incomparable tranquility and light flowing light.

, the heaven and earth have lost their true nature, the sky is gray-blue, and the earth is dark white. The two colors blend with infinite tranquility and transcendence, which cannot be described.

Ever since he lived in seclusion in the mountains, the rugged man had often exchanged some game for wine. He was very fond of this simple and well-organized little tavern. It was already midnight and everyone in the village had rested, but the rugged man stayed on.

, making it impossible for the tavern to close. The boss and his wife are always kind to people, very popular, and never chase away customers.

"Brother, why don't you go back today? Are you waiting until now just because you want Xiaoyu to become your apprentice?" The boss came over and touched his son's head with his hand, his eyes full of his father's most sincere love.

A simple coarse cotton coat, neatly packed, giving people a very neat feeling. His hair is slightly curly, and a pair of blue eyes shine warmly under his slender eyebrows. People with a little experience know that he is not an Oriental.

The rugged man had carefully observed him for several years, but with his worldly vision, he had never seen any flaws. Those pair of

The light in his eyes was always so warm, not as sharp as a martial arts practitioner should be, and he already knew that this boss had good martial arts skills. He once saw this boss about to fall to the ground trying to help someone.

The drunken villagers inadvertently used some peculiar footwork, which was extremely clever and could definitely leave a mark on the world.

"Xiao Yuhua is the embryo of martial arts. It just so happens that I don't have any descendants, so it would be good to take him as my apprentice."

"Brother, I don't worry if you really think so, as long as you can keep fit."

The rugged man suddenly stood up, scratched Ling Lu-n's hair, and sat at the table a little frustrated, "Brother Tu, you know that I have a straight temper, and I will make it clear tonight."

The boss looked at him with a serious look on his face and smiled softly, "Good boy Yu Hua, let's go and play with your mother. Dad and uncle have something to say."

Xiao Yuhua responded and ran into the inner room like a little pig.

The night breeze sneaked in through the cracks in the window lattice, making a few candlelights flicker and flicker, and the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became a little deserted.

The boss filled the rugged man's glass with wine, and Shi Shiran sat down, "Master **, what advice do you have?"

The rugged man was immediately startled, "You know me?"

The boss smiled and said: "I just confirmed it. I heard that after the battle at Longhu Mountain seven years ago, the Demon King was defeated and the queen immediately retired. It seems that the rumors are more or less credible. Your appearance has already been a signature

Okay, I just saw that you were so eager to know about me, so I guessed it was you. In this world, besides you, who else likes to meddle in other people's business so much?"

** blushed and felt quite embarrassed, "Hey, my old m-o is sick, and I always like to inquire about **..."

The boss shook his head, "But my affairs are more troublesome and you can't control them."

But ** became more interested and urged: "Let me tell you, maybe you can help me a little. If you are willing to let me drink for free for seven years, no matter how bad you are, there is a limit. I can help as much as I can, just

I should return the favor to you."

The boss nodded silently, gathered his thoughts, his eyes stayed on the slightly swaying flame of the oil lamp, and smiled bitterly. Then he saw the heavy pressure, which had obviously been burdened on the boss opposite for a long time.

Time passed slowly, and ** was not a little anxious. He knew that the more worried he was, the harder it would be to speak, let alone a worry that had been carried for many years. Opposite him, the boss's face had changed several times, showing joy.

There is sadness, anger, and helplessness. It is so complicated that it reminds me of the adjective "a mixture of emotions."

Finally, the boss sighed and said, "Well, it's always good to share worries with more than one person. I believe you won't tell anyone. Do you know the 'Waltz' Church?"

** was quite surprised, "The largest club in the Western Continent?"

"Yes, I am from the Waltz Church."

"Haha, how disrespectful."

The boss became solemn and said: "The highest leader in the church is called the 'white bishop', who doesn't see outsiders. Next is a red godfather and the twelve black saints, which are their core high-level leaders. In addition, there are

There is a special existence called 'Dark Sacrifice', which is directly subordinate to the Bishop in White and is not within the core. I am the previous generation of Dark Sacrifice."

"Dark sacrifice?"

"Generally speaking, the bishop in white has direct contact with the monarch and has the most authoritative position; the godfather in red is responsible for preaching doctrine and practicing magic, and the saint in black is responsible for practicing martial arts to maintain the dignity of the church. These three can be said to be dazzling and dazzling.

Bright Moon, however, is different from Dark Sacrifice. This is a person who is responsible for eliminating heretics and traitors within the religion. Just like the Dark Moon that can never cover up the bright moon, x-ng can be designated as a 'killer'!"

"It sounds like you have a high status, so why did you come here?"

The boss pursed his lips, stared into his eyes, and saw enthusiasm. Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"Because I became a traitor!"

** opened his m-n, and faced a gust of cold wind that made him shiver slightly. He tightened the baggage around his body and stepped into the wind and snow. When the sky was filled with snow, a series of footprints on the ground could not be seen soon.

It was clear. The five-year-old Xiao Yuhua was within the mother's baggage. He was sleeping soundly and didn't know that he had been abducted into the mountains.

"It's so cold. Doesn't this guy even know how to shut down someone when he comes out?" Young F- complained, showing no signs of worrying about his son.

The boss put his wife into his arms and smiled slightly, "Everyone is so annoying."

"What will happen after Xiaoyu becomes a feather? He is only five years old."

"He is already old enough to practice martial arts. He will have more important things to do in the future. I hope he will not disappoint me."

"Is that person really worth worrying about her so much?"

"She is a good person. Since I promised her, I must keep my promise."

"I'm jealous..."dd


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