"Master, little master, he ........"

"The innate soul power circuit is blocked! "Waste one!" the richly dressed man looked at the infant baby, and there was only deep disgust on his face.

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Qin Zihan was born as the second son in the Qin family, a soul martial arts family in the Yuanlie Principality, and his father Qin Tianhao was famous all over the country as a soul martial artist, but he gave birth to such a waste son. A person whose soul power circuit is clogged is called an incompetent, and the offspring of an incompetent person must be an incompetent, but the offspring of a revenant is rarely an incompetent. But this extremely faint probability appeared in the Qin family, one of the four dragon generals of the Yuanlie Principality.

Although Qin Zihan had declared that he had no hope of cultivating soul power to become a soul martial artist, just because of Qin Zihan's "I want to cultivate" when he was a child, his mother never gave up hope and kept taking her son around for help.

Qin Tianhao felt that he had a waste son who was taken out by Qin Zihan's mother to show off and be embarrassed, so he broke Qin Zihan's mother's legs, and left their mother and son in the Qin family, but was driven out of the original mansion to live with those subordinates and work on a farm under the Qin family.

Under the care of his mother's love, although Qin Zihan knew that he was abandoned by his father, he did not leave bad memories in his childhood.

"Mom, I don't know what to eat tonight, I'm looking forward to it!"

The young Qin Zihan is still the same as usual, although the life with his mother is very hard, but the days are interesting.

Mother and son were waiting in line to receive today's dinner.

"Zihan, go and bring our rice bowls. "My mother can only sit in a wooden wheelchair, and Qin Zihan has always done the errands.

But the strange thing is that Qin Zihan can't find his and his mother's jobs no matter where they are today.

"Zihan, what's going on, it's almost us. ”

"Mom, I can't find our bowls. ”

Qin Zihan's mother heard Qin Zihan's eager voice, and she didn't care about queuing. Shaking the wheelchair, he came to Qin Zihan's side and looked for Qin Zihan together, but he really couldn't find the tableware that belonged to their mother and son.

A few obese women were already laughing secretly, while the men watched the two of them scrambling.

"You two won't be here yet!" cried the middle-aged man who handed out the dinner, and the smugness in his mouth was not concealed.

Qin Zihan also knew that the people here hated them, a mother and son who were originally nobles, and usually just snubbed them and gave them the dirtiest and most tiring work, but he didn't expect it to be so excessive this time.

The young Qin Zihan was only slightly angry, he knew that these people had hidden their mother and son's tableware.

And tonight's dinner happens to be a big pot of piping hot stewed potatoes.

You can't pick up this kind of food with your hands. Qin Zihan took off his shoes, he had also seen in the book that someone used shoes to fill water in the case of survival. At this time, if you want to eat, you can only do this.

The people around laughed at the silly child. Seeing that the master who served him in the past was even more depressed than himself, some people will have a twisted pleasure in their hearts.

Just when Qin Zihan wanted to use his shoes to pick up the hot mashed potatoes, his mother knocked off the shoes in his hands with her hands.

"Zihan, you have to remember. You can lose your glory and wealth, you can endure life, but you can't lose your dignity. ”

It's just that the young Qin Zihan doesn't know what his mother wants to do. Just stayed where I was and watched dumbfounded.

As soon as Qin Zihan's mother finished speaking, Qin Zihan saw his mother driving the wheelchair to the person who distributed the dinner, and stretched her palms together and stretched forward.

"Mother!" Even Qin Zihan, a seven-year-old child, knew what she wanted to do at the moment.

The middle-aged man who handed out the dinner and the rest of the people originally just wanted to tease the down-and-out mother and son, but they obviously didn't expect this woman to be so fierce. But at this moment, since he did it, he also chose to do it to the end, and without hesitation, he packed a spoonful of hot mashed potatoes and poured it into the hands of Qin Zihan's mother, and Qin Zihan's mother also gritted her teeth and took all the soup without saying a word.

"Come here, drink slowly. ”

The woman couldn't shake the wheelchair, so she could only let Qin Zihan come over by herself.

Qin Zihan saw his mother hands in front of him. I still remember how white and tender these hands were when I was not kicked out by my father in the Qin family's main mansion before, and now when I looked at my mother's hands that usually took care of herself and carried everything for herself were scalded red by the hot juice, Qin Zihan's tears finally couldn't help flowing down anymore.

"We can be poor, we can be weak, but we can't let others look down on us. ”

Qin Zihan gulped down the food in his hand and didn't feel hot at all. But the tears kept falling like rain.

The two of them ate one bite at a time, and they didn't care about anyone around them.

"Mom, I will definitely become a superior person like my father!" Qin Zihan choked up and said this to his mother.

At this moment, the innocent child grows up.

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Since that night, Qin Zihan's mother has an infection in her hand. Because the two of them provoked the Qin family, no hospital dared to accept the two of them, Qin Zihan's mother's condition could only get worse and worse, and her health was not good, and she also brought other physical pains at the moment. Finally, Qin Zihan's mother couldn't even get out of bed.

Qin Zihan has been strong since he was a child, and at this time he was carrying his mother to seek medical treatment on the street.

The woman patted Qin Zihan on the shoulder and motioned for Qin Zihan to put himself down. Qin Zihan put his mother on the straw mat he brought casually, and the two didn't care about the other people on the street, it seemed that there was only each other left in this world.

The beautiful and young woman in the past was now haggard, looking at Qin Zihan's dirty face with blank eyes, she wanted to reach out to help her son wipe her tears, but she couldn't lift that hand anymore.

The woman held back all her strength and finally said the last words of her life.

"Yes...... To give.... Does Mom sing a song?"

Qin Zihan wiped away his tears and opened his mouth with the grief in his heart. He knew that this was the last conversation between their mother and son in their lives.

"In the world.... Only the mother is good, and the mother's child is like a treasure..."

Before the words fell, those tired eyes finally lost their brilliance, which was a relief for this woman whose life was full of disasters. It's just that she is not reconciled. I didn't watch my child grow up, and what would I do without him? Even if it was just one more look, the woman tried her best to keep her eyes open.

Qin Zihan looked at his mother, and his eyes were not shining, and he finally wailed.

At that sunset, everyone on the street was watching, the pain of this waste boy. But no one could help them, because they were afraid of the huge Qin family.

The boy once dreamed that he would be able to cultivate and make those who looked down on him look at him differently, but now, he just wanted to live well with his mother. It's just that this little plea was ruthlessly rejected by fate.

The setting sun stretched Qin Zihan's thin figure, and he no longer supported his exhaustion, and his small body fell next to his mother. The two of them were lying down in the street, and no one asked, no one approached.

It's just that Qin Zihan still has a sentence in his heart to remind himself.

"Man cannot lose his dignity. ”

I don't know how long it took, Qin Zihan got up with difficulty, carried his mother's body, and ran towards the sunset.

Qin Zihan knew that his mother used to like cherry blossoms the most, and planted a cherry blossom tree in the Qin family's mansion before Qin Zihan was born, and also spent a lot of money to ask a botanical soul martial artist to promote growth.

Qin Zihan secretly hid a seed before being kicked out of Qin's house, but when he showed off to his mother, a swallow flew over and took the seed away. The young Qin Zihan picked up the branch next to him and wanted to shoot down the swallow, but he didn't succeed, and the agreement to plant this seed with his mother was not realized.

Later, when I went up to play in the mountains, I found that a small sapling of a cherry blossom tree had grown at the highest point of the deserted mountain forest outside the city.

Enduring hunger and exhaustion, Qin Zihan carried his mother's body all the way to the top of the mountain and buried her in front of the cherry blossom sapling.

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After burying his mother's body, Qin Zihan used the savings accumulated by the mother and son for several years to get on the boat that left the imperial capital. His mother had told him that when she died, he would leave the city and go to a place where no one knew. He didn't know where it was going, he didn't know where he was going, he didn't know where he was going, and now he just wanted to sleep and escape everything in his dreams.

In the middle of the night, the ship was still drifting on the channel, but Qin Zihan was woken up by hunger. But he only had enough money to buy a ticket, and he could only hope to get to shore early.

The boy's stomach cried out in anger.

"Child, do you want to eat?" A voice came from a distance, and Qin Zihan found that it was an old man dressed in tattered clothes like himself, holding a dirty steamed bun in his hand.

Qin Zihan hadn't eaten anything for two days. Seeing the old man's will, he immediately rushed over and grabbed the steamed bun in his hand and gnawed it. The sweetness of the steamed bun made her tears flow again.

"Mother said that a manly man bleeds without tears. ”

Wiping his tears while eating, the old man also laughed.

"Is it that delicious?"

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The trip on the ship had lasted for a few days, and when the old man was not worried about Qin Zihan, he stayed by the old man's side to eat and drink.

And the old man finally discovered that something was wrong with Qin Zihan.

"Zihan, are you incompetent?"

"Hmm. ”

The old man laughed and stroked Qin Zihan's head.

"Me too, why are we really sympathetic. ”

"Are we really people who are not needed by the world, are we wasters?" This is a question that has always been hidden in Qin Zihan's heart. Legend has it that the reason why people have soul power is because of the gifts given to them by the gods. And those who have no soul power are sinners who are spurned by the gods, and they are wasters.

Obviously, he can do many things and work in life, but because of this legend abandoned by God, he is burdened with unwarranted suffering.

"What do you think? I don't think so!" said the old man, his eyes glinting.

With that, the old man picked up the package he had been carrying behind him for the past few days, and opened it to reveal a giant sword.

He swung his giant sword, as if dancing, bringing the sound of breaking the wind very chic. The people on the side looked at the dirty old man and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"We have been deprived of our soul power, but our right to take up arms has not been deprived! If we can't cultivate soul power, then use their soul warriors ten times and a hundred times as hard to cultivate our physical bodies! To train our skills! How about it, do you want to follow me! What can be achieved by soul warriors, we can also be martial arts practitioners!"

Qin Zihan has had the dream of becoming a soul warrior since he was a child, and he also knows that people at the highest level in this world are also soul warriors. At this moment, his dead heart burned again.

At this time, one after another cherry blossom petals floated from nowhere, slowly blowing onto the boat like snow.

"Looks like it's already here. The old man looked up and watched the countless cherry blossoms fall, and there were countless cherry blossom trees on the shore. This is the end of the journey.

The sun shone slightly on the cherry blossom petals that were carried by the wind, and Qin Zihan seemed to see his mother smiling and looking at himself under the cherry blossom tree, without exhaustion, without sorrow, only the purest love for himself.

"Can I become a martial arts refiner too?"

At this moment, Qin Zihan knelt in front of the old man, although he clenched his teeth, the tears in those eyes couldn't be stopped. The trembling right hand took a petal, and the joy and anger that he had never felt before.

The child is unlucky, he has been abandoned by the gods, and he is fortunate that there is no shortage of incompetent people in the world, and he has found his home.

"In the name of the sword in my hand, you will definitely become the strongest martial artist!"