"Look, that waste is still practicing. Unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of the title of waste."
"Oh, I really didn't expect that the son of a strong man who was famous in Donglin County in the past would turn out to be a complete waste."
"With insufficient congenital resources, we are destined to be unable to achieve any achievements in martial arts. Hey, it is in line with the old saying that people's fate is destined..."
In the spacious martial arts arena paved with blue stone slabs, harsh voices of discussion could be heard endlessly.
The focus of everyone's discussion was a handsome young man.
"Practice!" "Practice!" "Practice!"
At this moment, the young man didn't care about the comments of the people around him. He kept pumping his fists with his arms and hitting the old wooden pile in front of him, making a muffled sound of "bang bang".
The young man is not very old, and his body is a little thin, but his face shows determination.
"Why!"
"Why is there no reward for your efforts!"
"I work harder than anyone else, but up to now, I am still at the threshold of the third level of strength training and have been unable to cross it. If this continues, those children who have just started practicing will surpass me!"
I don't know how many punches were thrown. The boy's body was exhausted and he just stopped. He leaned on the wooden stake with one hand and gasped for air.
Looking at the wooden stake close at hand, the young man clenched his fists and bit his lower lip hard, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.
This young man, named Song Fan, is a child of the Song family in Donglin County. To be precise, he is a famous "waste" child of the Song family.
At the age of fourteen, he is still in the second level of strength training. He is indeed a waste.
In the ancient Hua dynasty, martial arts was a common practice, and strength was valued. People with low strength would be looked down upon wherever they went. Therefore, these children of the Song family in the martial arts field all looked down on Song Fan from the bottom of their hearts.
"The innate source is not enough, damn it, God, you are playing tricks on me!"
Song Fan shook his hands vigorously, his expression full of unwillingness and anger.
Martial arts practice relies on talent. People with high talent practice very quickly, while people with low talent practice slowly.
When he was six years old, his martial arts potential was tested and it was found that Song Fan's innate origin was insufficient and he was not suitable for practicing martial arts. Even if he practiced desperately, he would not be able to achieve anything.
In the past eight years, even though he knew that his talent was extremely poor, Song Fan still did not stop practicing.
I get up early every day and work hard at night, practicing day after day and year after year, but the result of my hard work is almost despairing!
"It's not that I don't work hard, it's really unfair!"
"Innate lack of origin? There is only one chance in a million that this will happen to me!"
"Am I, Song Fan, destined to be a mediocre person in this life?"
"Oh……"
Song Fan's lower lip was bitten with deep blood marks, and a wry smile escaped from the corner of his mouth. Under the gaze of many strange eyes, he walked towards his courtyard.
When Song Fan returned to his courtyard, it was already sunset.
Song Fan's status in the Song family is very low, and the courtyard is much simpler than that of ordinary Song family children. Unlike those elite children, they are followed by slaves when they go out.
After taking a look at the courtyard not far away, Song Fan took a deep breath and strode in.
"Hey, isn't this "waste" Song Fan? Why, you came back so early today and stopped practicing?"
However, at this moment, a contemptuous voice reached Song Fan's ears.
Then he saw a handsome young man wearing a white robe and a brocade hat walking over, followed by a low-browed servant.
"Song Zhen!"
Song Fan recognized the person at a glance. He was a member of the Song family, Song Zhen.
Song Zhen is about the same age as Song Fan, and is already at the fourth level of strength training, which is much higher than Song Fan. Even the servant behind him has reached the third level of strength training.
When Song Fan saw that the person coming was Song Zhen, he ignored his sarcastic words and turned around and walked towards his courtyard.
Song Fan knew clearly that he could not offend Song Zhen. Not only was Song Zhen's cultivation higher than Song Fan's, but his father was the current head of the Song family and controlled the affairs of the Song family.
Because of this, although Song Zhen was not an elite disciple, he was followed by slaves when he came in and out.
"Song Fan, are you deaf or something? You didn't hear my young master talking to you!"
When Song Zhen saw that Song Fan ignored his words, his face turned ugly. When the servant on the side saw this, he immediately shouted at Song Fan.
"Hmph!" Song Fan subconsciously turned around and glared at the servant next to Song Zhen. Although his status in the family was low, he was still a young master and was not something a slave could offend.
"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. Young Master Song Fan is very powerful! It depends on the owner to beat the dog. It seems that you don't take me, Song Zhen, seriously."
Song Zhen took two steps forward and said through gritted teeth, the syllables of the three words "eldest young master" were deliberately made very long. In Song Zhen's view, the slave was speaking for him, and Song Fan's expression on his slave's face was equivalent to
Disrespect yourself.
"Huh?" Song Fan's expression changed slightly.
"Master, in my opinion, this good-for-nothing has been a little too comfortable lately, so why don't you let me loosen up his muscles and bones?" the slave on the side said flatteringly.
"Well, that's fine, don't be too harsh." Song Zhen frowned and nodded.
Logically speaking, it is a serious crime for a slave to offend the young master and cannot be forgiven.
But first of all, the status of this good-for-nothing young master Song Fan in the family was not much higher than that of a slave. Furthermore, Song Zhen expected that given Song Fan's temper, he would not tell this matter.
"Hey, Song Fan, what kind of bullshit young master are you? In my eyes, you are just a waste. Now, I will let you clearly know the consequences of offending my young master."
The slave laughed evilly, took two steps forward, and grabbed Song Fan by the shoulder.
"Evil slave, be brave!"
Song Fan was furious. He didn't expect that this slave would offend him. The following is the first offense!
"Hey, lie down!" The slave sneered again and again.
With Song Zhen's approval, the slave had no scruples and concentrated all his strength on his arms. Song Fan took a few steps back, but his own strength was too weak. He was thrown away by a mistake and fell to the ground.
"You evil slave, how dare you do the following! I will definitely report it to the master of the house later, so that you can walk around in pain. Even Song Zhen won't be able to protect you!"
Song Fan fell hard this time. He supported the ground with his arms several times but was unable to get up. He coughed twice and shouted angrily.
"Do you still want to report it to the head of the family?"
The slave's heart skipped a beat, with a ferocious look in his eyes. He took two steps towards Song Fan. His eyes fell on a worn-out green copper piece hanging around the latter's neck. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Song Fan, I saw that piece."
You wear the green copper piece all day long, it must be a good treasure, why don't you give it to my young master."
As he spoke, the servant reached out and grabbed Song Fan's chest.
"Green copper fragments!"
Song Fan's eyes sharpened, and a worn-out piece of green copper hung on his chest. It was the only thing his father left to him, and it was more precious than his life in his eyes.
Song Fan's father is called Song Tianxing, and he is a very powerful martial arts expert. He was once the strongest person in the Song family, and he has a great reputation in the huge Donglin County.
Eight years ago, Song Tianxing left Donglin County and traveled to the mainland, leaving this green bronze fragment to Song Fan.
Seeing the slave trying to snatch the green copper piece, Song Fan immediately jumped up and resisted with all his strength!