Peach Town.

"Hmm!" a teenager woke up from a hospital bed.

He gently rubbed his bandaged belly and saw a familiar figure beside the bed looking at him.

"Uncle Xiao, you saved me. The boy smiled gratefully at the kind old man.

On the way home yesterday, when he was hit by that mysterious meteor flying from the sky, he thought it would be good to die like this. I thought I could go to heaven to reunite my father and mother, but in the end I couldn't do it. He stroked his stomach, and the position of the dantian was faintly painful.

Uncle Xiao was sitting lazily on the edge of the bed, with a soft white sand in his mouth, and was bored playing with his mobile phone to grab red envelopes. Seeing the young man wake up, his eyes showed a glint of joy, and then he reproached: "Zhanmeng Yanzi, although you can do a few martial arts, but you can't mess around, you go to challenge the hammer gang in the town alone, and you almost gave away this little life." ”

Zhan Meng struggled to sit up, leaning his back against the head of the bed. He is eighteen years old this year, has just graduated from high school, is about 1.75 meters tall, and his facial features are slightly ordinary. At this moment, he often has a modest smile on the corner of his mouth, and at first glance he seems to be an athletic teenager everywhere on campus, but between his frowns, the sharp eyes of his brown-gold pupils occasionally make others inexplicably frightened.

It seems that Uncle Xiao was misunderstood, thinking that the wound on his stomach was caused by those ruffians. Zhan Meng didn't want to explain too much, could he say that he was unscathed when he defeated a group of bad guys, but on the way home he was hit by a mysterious meteor, this kind of strange thing seems that few people will believe.

He said freely: "Look, I'm not jumping around, haha." ”

Uncle Xiao seemed to be infected by the young man's clean smile, and quipped: "Don't say it, you stinky boy is quite capable, and you knocked down the three bosses of the Hammer Gang head-on, and gave us those of us who do business a bad breath." Now the neighbors are talking about it, and they all praise you for being a good boy. ”

"My father and I are taken care of a lot by everyone on weekdays, this is what I should do," Zhan Meng exhaled, and suddenly became solemn: "Uncle Xiao, I may have to leave the town in a few days, and eradicating the Hammer Gang is the last thing I will do for the town." ”

"Why?" Uncle Xiao was stunned and said: "It's not a big deal for you to hurt these villains, we will explain it to the Public Security Bureau, you don't have to run away." ”

The boy shook his head, and he pulled out a delicate red envelope from his bedside backpack and handed it to Uncle Shaw.

"The admission letter of the Academy of Youth History!" Uncle Xiao looked at the envelope repeatedly, and his face was mixed with sadness and joy: "Okay, you have grown up, the proud eagle will not lie dormant in the mountain nest forever, you will have to pursue your own stage sooner or later." However, I hope that you will obey your father's last wishes, and try not to think about revenge. ”

The boy bowed his head and remained silent.

Uncle Xiao understands the young man's temperament, and he doesn't persuade him much. After a few words, he went out.

Zhan Meng looked out the window at the distant mountains, and his gaze became resolute: "Xingcheng, I'm here! Duke Taoling, I'm here." ”

Zhan Meng's father, known as the Duke of Meixi, is a famous martial arts master in the old Star City. When Zhan Meng's mother was pregnant with Zhan Meng, he washed his hands in a golden basin, retreated bravely from the rapids, and built a luxurious Peacock Mansion on the shore of Meixi Lake, enjoying a peaceful life. The Peacock Palace, all the memories of home in the dream of childhood.

Duke Meixi abandoned martial arts to enter business, and developed a martial arts culture theme Wangfu Street in front of the Peacock Palace. This street is prosperous, lively, once a paradise for dreams, the colorful ancient street seems to have no end, there are all kinds of delicious food, fun, he always takes his mother's clothes to go shopping, a visit is ten years.

But all that changed completely when Zhan Meng was ten years old.

The man named Duke Taoling appeared, and it was said that he was the same disciple of Zhanmeng's father and mother, and he was the best friend. When they were young, the three of them traveled together in the world's forbidden areas and had a friendship between life and death. Naturally, Duke Meixi warmly invited him to join the Peacock Mansion and jointly develop this industry.

The nightmare of Zhanmeng began. That year, Zhan Meng's mother died in an accident. Duke Meixi left Star City with Zhan Meng, who was only ten years old, to revisit the rivers and mountains that he had walked with his wife, and to give the property of the Peacock Mansion to Duke Taoling.

When the father and son were wandering around, Duke Meixi seemed to have become an unscrupulous drunkard, borrowing wine every day to drown his sorrows. I'm afraid that if it weren't for the purpose of raising Zhan Meng's adulthood, he would have been accompanied by his beloved wife Jiuquan.

However, the nightmare is not over, and there have been several assassinations against the Duke of Meixi one after another. When the last hunters were defeated, Duke Meixi himself was seriously wounded. What he couldn't accept was that when he knocked off the face of the Assassin leader, he saw the face of Duke Taoling.

"It's you!" Duke Meixi was furious.

"That's right, you took away my woman, you took away my glory, you're too much of a hindrance......"

Duke Taoling gritted his teeth and told the truth.

……

"You saved my life back then, and now I spare your life. You go, I don't want to see you again. ”

After Duke Meixi repelled Duke Taoling, he himself fell, and it turned out that he was on the verge of running out of oil. The reason why he let the enemy leave was that he was afraid that he would not be able to take revenge, but his son would be affected.

Later, Duke Meixi took Zhan Meng to settle in Taozhen.

When Zhan Meng was in his second year of high school, Duke Meixi was seriously injured and died for a long time.

"My son, dad is sorry for you, I'm so tired and I'm going to find your mom. You have to live strongly, be a strong person in life, don't be like your father, you can't even protect your most beloved woman. Don't worry about revenge, you were born with a golden Dao body, but unfortunately it is a rare ultimate golden Dao body, which is no different from cultivation, but instead clogs your dantian and constantly devours your body. My enemies are too strong, and I only want you to forget your hatred and live in peace in Peachtown. ”

……

Memories hit my mind one by one.

"My dad is gone, and I don't have a home. Zhan Meng knelt in front of his father's grave and wept bitterly. The father left nothing but the endless hatred for him.

He swore at his father's grave.

"It was the man who ruined my home, my everything. At the slightest opportunity, I swear that I will re-enter the Peacock Mansion and take back everything that belongs to me. Duke Taoling, wait. ”

……

Zhan Meng didn't expect that with such a serious trauma to his abdomen, he would be able to walk on the ground after lying on the bed for three days. After another ten days, he was already moving freely, which made him feel that his physical recovery ability had been inexplicably enhanced.

……

It's August in Peach Town, and under the clear sky, patches of golden rape flowers are surging in the wind, like waves. The majestic Jiulong Mountain blocks the prosperity of the outside world and guards this small town under the hills. Zhan Meng packed his luggage, left the old house, and slowly glanced at the humble place where he had lived for eight years, the windowsill, the table and chairs, and the kitchen...... With nothing to be nostalgic about, he locked the door and turned to leave.

At the age of eighteen, I went on a long trip, and I don't know if I will come back in my lifetime.

Uncle Shaw came to the station to see him off. Although the old man pretended to be calm and light, he couldn't hide his red eyes. After so many years of getting along, he has long regarded this sensible child as his own child. He kept smoking cigarettes, babbling to remind him that big cities are not as good as at home, and he must pay attention to this and that.

Zhan Meng was very moved. He thought for a moment, then pulled out an old notebook from his backpack and handed it to Uncle Shaw.

"Uncle, I don't know when I will be able to come back to visit you, I can't repay your kindness. I don't have anything decent to give you, this is a secret book of internal strength handed down by our family. I saw that Brother Xiao and Second Brother Xiao usually like to learn martial arts, so I will give you this cheatbook. ”

"Those two straw bales are the materials for learning martial arts, you can take them back quickly, silly boy, such a precious thing is not a cabbage on the side of the road, how can you give it away indiscriminately, it is really not light or heavy." "The old man was not pleased.

In this era, martial arts were prevalent, and martial artists with strong skills were idols worshiped by many people. There are many sects and martial arts halls in big cities, and they all know that the secret art of housekeeping cannot be passed on lightly.

Zhan Meng said: "Even so, you can pass it on to your grandchildren in the future, you can take it, otherwise I feel that I owe you too much." ”

Uncle Xiao didn't want to embarrass Zhan Meng, so he reluctantly accepted it.

Zhan Meng waved his hand and got into the car.

Uncle Xiao stood in the dust of the scorching sun, and watched the car go away from afar, until the car reached the other side of the green hillside, and he walked back in amazement.

He held the inconspicuous cheatbook in his hand, and muttered all the way, who should pass on this set of martial arts to.

He didn't know that this old notebook, many years later, had led to a legendary martial artist who was enough to rewrite the history of martial arts.

Of course, that's another story.