Cangshan Mountain in Northern Xinjiang.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stood on the cliff at the top of the mountain and looked to the south, constantly rubbing a dragon-shaped jade pendant in his hand, his eyes full of confusion. When he was young, a call came from behind the boy:

"Brother Jun, the big boss asked me to call you, and I knew that you came here again!"

The young man turned his head away at the sound of the voice, and a kind expression appeared on his face.

"Fifth uncle!"

Immediately, his eyes rolled, and he said with a smile:

"Fifth uncle, it's been a few years, when did you teach me the eighteen styles of heaven and earth?"

As soon as the words fell, the smile on the face of the person who came froze instantly, this was a joke that coaxed the child, and now every time it comes out of the child's mouth, it is always extremely embarrassing, especially after being heard by the third brother once, he has to spend a lot of money to block the third brother's mouth, this is going to be spread, and his face is really nowhere to be placed in the village.

"Ahem, Brother Jun, this... This still has to wait for your foundation to be a little stronger, yes, a little stronger. Also, don't mention it in front of others in the future... Bringing this up... This eighteen style, this is your fifth uncle's kung fu at the bottom of the box, and it can't be exposed casually. ”

The boy laughed, although the boy was not very old, but he grew up in the bandit den since he was a child, and he was clever and energetic, judging from the reaction of the third uncle after hearing about this eighteen-style last time, the fifth uncle was probably bragging a cowhide with himself.

"Fifth Uncle rest assured! I will definitely exercise diligently and reach the standard of Fifth Uncle as soon as possible!"

The boy nodded playfully and said:

"This heaven and earth is the only one who respects the eighteen styles, and I, Zhao Xiaojun, have learned it!"

The middle-aged man knew that this stinky boy's poor mouth made people uncomfortable, so he hurriedly changed the topic:

"Okay, okay, I'll teach you, let's go quickly, don't let the big boss wait for a long time. “

After finishing speaking, he picked up the young man, not giving him a chance to speak, and walked away against the wind.

......

Cangshanzhai, in the name of Cangshan, is also a well-known bandit in northern Xinjiang, not that the strength of Cangshanzhai is strong, but every time Cangshanzhai loots, it rarely hurts people's lives, and often leaves enough food for business travelers, of course, that's all, after all, this bandit is a robbery, not a charity. But even so, this businessman who travels to and from the northern part of the Central Plains to make money would rather run into Cangshanzhai than other bandits, in northern Xinjiang, human life is not more precious than a piece of inferior spirit crystal. Fortunately, the northern Xinjiang is sparsely populated, the terrain is gentle, as long as the direction of travel is good, there are countless roads from Sili Luoyang to Tianshui, an important town in northern Xinjiang, and sporadic caravans are scattered on the land of northern Xinjiang, almost without a trace. You must know that the wealth obtained by going to business once can be enough for the daily expenses of a family of five for ten years, or let a child get a chance to enter the village school.

In front of the Cangshanzhai meeting hall.

The middle-aged man put down the boy and instructed:

"Brother Jun, come in, the big boss has been waiting for a long time, the big boss has been more worried recently, you should be smart. ”

The boy nodded, grimaced with the middle-aged man, turned around and pushed the door in.

In the discussion booth, Leng Xiaoye, the big boss of Cangshanzhai, looked at the young man who was walking slowly and fell into deep thought.

In the village, everyone knows that the boy was picked up by a big boss who went out to pick it up, and only a few people remember that day, under the corpse, in a pool of blood, a child shrunk in swaddling clothes, hungry and crying.

If it was another bandit, this child would inevitably die on that day, but in the dark, Providence let Leng Xiaoye touch him, so he took him back to Cangshan Cottage. Immediately, Leng Xiaoye found that the swaddling clothes wrapped in the baby turned out to be a top-level magic weapon, this magic weapon made of various top-quality refining materials such as heavenly silk, ugin, and star sand, but it only had one function - concealment. If it weren't for the fact that the aura injected into it had gradually dissipated, with Leng Xiaoye's cultivation in the later stage of Jindan, he wouldn't have been able to detect one or two.

Another item in the swaddling clothes was a dragon-shaped jade pendant, as for what kind of jade species it was and what kind of function it was, Leng Xiaoye was also not sure. So what kind of person and what kind of force is so rich and powerful, and can be so cautious, Leng Xiaoye doesn't know, but he can't let this baby fend for himself in the cold wind, and second, he doesn't want Cangshanzhai to get involved in this disastrous conspiracy. Therefore, after Leng Xiaoye left this baby, he personally issued a gag order, and anyone who was present that day was absolutely not allowed to mention what he saw and heard at that time. That night, Leng Xiaoye looked at the sleeping baby in swaddling clothes, and gave him a name that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary - Zhao Xiaojun.

"Uncle?"

A light call pulled Leng Xiaoye's thoughts back, it turned out that Zhao Xiaojun was furious by Leng Xiaoye's heart, and he couldn't help but speak out, you know, since he was a child, Zhao Xiaojun has been beaten by Leng Xiaoye since he was a child because of his practice and study, and Zhao Xiaojun is worried from the bottom of his heart.

Leng Xiaoye coughed lightly twice and said slowly:

"Xiaojun, how old are you this year. ”

Zhao Xiaojun couldn't figure it out, thinking that I was picked up by you, don't you know how old I am? The poor nature immediately came up, and regardless of the instructions of the fifth uncle before, he grinned perfunctorily:

"Thirteen or fourteen, no father or mother, and I can't remember so clearly. ”

Leng Xiaoye knew Zhao Xiaojun's temperament, and looked at what he said to be free and easy, but she could also feel a trace of loneliness when he said that he had no father and no mother. Although the boy in the north is like a young eagle, he will be separated from his parents' wings early, but he is still a child. Leng Xiaoye had all kinds of concerns about the past, but for the sake of Zhao Xiaojun's future, he still said firmly:

"Xiaojun, you are a man from the northern frontier, you will definitely soar into the sky like an eagle in the future, thirteen or fourteen is not small, from today on, you will follow the people of the village to act together. ”

Zhao Xiaojun was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed, he was active by nature, Cangshan had already let him step on this acre of three points, and in his heart, he had a natural curiosity about the southerners of the Central Plains, because Leng Xiaoye told him that he was abandoned by a pair of Central Plains people from the south, and he hoped that one day, he could go to the Central Plains to see, maybe, maybe he had the opportunity to take a look at his parents, and he also wanted to ask why.

"The big boss is wise! Boy Zhao Xiaojun, go to the soup for Cangshanzhai, and he will not hesitate!"

After saying the lame scene, Zhao Xiaojun laughed stupidly.

Leng Xiaoye looked at the stinky boy in front of him and instructed:

"Hand over your piece of broken jade first, don't lose it when you go out, and you have to count on it to recognize your father and mother in the future!"

"Phew, a piece of broken jade, what's lost it, besides, if I really touch them, I don't want to admit them, my conscience let the dog eat something!"

After Zhao Xiaojun finished speaking, he took out the dragon-shaped jade pendant and raised his hand to throw it away, but after all, he slowly lowered his arm and handed it over.

Leng Xiaoye stood up and took the jade pendant, looked at Zhao Xiaojun, who had some red circles under his eyes, and touched his head.

"Go ahead, go find your second uncle. ”