Sioux City, Kowloon Town.

Jiulong Town, formerly known as Luoxi Town, was named because the town was built on a big mountain, and a long stream ran through the whole mountain, and it didn't know how many years it had not stopped. It is rumored that during the Great War of the Ancient Ten Thousand Dragons, nine leading dragons fought fiercely over the town, and finally died all of them.

Because of this, Luoxi Town was renamed Kowloon Town.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the majestic and mysterious species of dragons has become pure language and writing, and it seems that people have long forgotten about it, and Kowloon Town will naturally not be admired by the world again because of its name.

At this time, it was the middle of summer, and in a huge mansion in Kowloon Town, several young people in thin clothes were making noise in the courtyard of the house.

"Yang Fan, this time it's light, next time you dare to speak disrespectfully to the second miss, I will break your bones!"

Hearing this warning, Yang Fan, who had just been kicked to the ground, immediately endured the pain in his body and stood up, straightening his waist, unwilling to let others look at him with condescending eyes. He was about fifteen years old, wore a brown vest, had a childish face, had short medium hair combed to the side, and had a pair of large dark and bright eyes. Despite the dark color of the skin, the whole person looks full of the sunny breath of a teenager.

Yang Fan looked at the person in front of him with an angry gaze, there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it with the back of his hand like ordinary people. He remembered that his brother had told him that a man must not wipe his blood in front of his opponent, but should wipe it, hide and go home to wipe it again.

Yang Fan clenched his little fists and said angrily: "Even if you break my bones, I won't allow you to insult my brother!"

"Oh, I said you little brute, your bones are really hard! I want to see if your bones are hard or my fists are hard!" The man standing in front of Yang Fan rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his hands, looking like he was going to do it again. He is about twenty years old, with long eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a white and pure face, and he is Qiu Er, the servant of the second miss of the Zhao family.

This Qiu Er has the support of the second lady behind him, and often shouts and drinks to the subordinates of the Zhao family. Not to mention Yang Fan's children, even Yang Fan's mother, those old servants who have worked in the Zhao family for many years, are not less angry with him. But he is very good-looking, and he can speak well, and he can always make the second miss very happy. So except for the people of the Zhao family, no one with a foreign surname in the house really dared to provoke him.

Seeing Qiu Er walking towards him fiercely again, Yang Fan was not afraid, his small body seemed to have a mountain of courage, and he clenched his fists and stared at Qiu Er coldly.

"Qiu Er, stop. There were five women behind Qiu Er, four of them wearing uniform emerald green clothes, holding fans and fruits, obviously all maids. And the one who spoke was a woman in red who was surrounded by four maids in the middle. This woman is about the same age as Yang Fan and is very beautiful, but her eyes are full of anger, revealing her irascible personality. She is the second miss of the Zhao family, Zhao Youxin.

"What's the fun of entangling with him, don't spoil Miss Ben's mood. ”

Hearing the second miss's command, Qiu Er quickly turned around, nodded to the second miss like a dog, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes...... Listen to the second lady's orders. ”

"Let's go, go to the back garden and have a look. It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I don't know what the decoration is there. Zhao Youxin stretched out her slender hand, picked a fruit from the plate served by the maid beside her, opened her red lips slightly, and took a bite. It may be that this fruit is not to her liking, she frowned slightly, threw the fruit towards Qiu Er, and said, "I gave it to you." ”

That Qiu Er's eyes lit up, and he suddenly jumped lightly, took a bite of the fruit in the air, and then squatted at Zhao Youxin's feet, as if he had obtained a fairy peach, and took a big bite, which made Zhao Youxin can't help but laugh.

Looking at this scene, Yang Fan's eyes were full of contempt for Qiu Er, and he whispered: "What a dog slave." ”

Naturally, others didn't hear Yang Fan's whispering, but after Zhao Youxin turned to leave, he turned his eyes to Yang Fan again, and said indifferently: "You are a person, but you also support your brother." But you have to figure it out, your brother Yang Shu is no longer the genius he was back then, and now he is just a waste. ”

Zhao Youxin's thumb rubbed on the top of the index finger and middle finger, and it seemed that there were fruit crumbs stuck to the fingers, and he sneered and said, "Hmph, fortunately, my sister and he were both young at that time, and they were not old enough to get married." Otherwise, if you fulfill the marriage contract and let my sister marry your brother, it will really be a shame for the Zhao family. ”

After speaking, Zhao Youxin "giggled" and laughed for a while, and left surrounded by Qiu Er and the maids.

"Don't talk about my brother!" Yang Fan was about to argue, when a hand was placed on his shoulder from behind.

Yang Fan turned his head and saw a handsome and graceful young man, but there was an arc-shaped scar in the corner of his right eye. His face immediately softened a lot, and he exclaimed in a daze, "Brother..."

The latter was expressionless, and the scar could not hide his handsome face at all, but added a touch of heroism, and just said lightly: "Mother is waiting for you at home, go back with me." Then he turned and walked away.

......

Dusk, foggy.

In a house that was not big for a family of four, it was poorly furnished, with only a few simple kitchen utensils, tables, benches and beds, and then on the walls, oil lamps emitted a faint glow.

It's not big, but it's clean and tidy.

A square table, with a person sitting on each side, all bowed their heads and ate silently, no one made a sound, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Finally, a woman about thirty-five or sixteen years old put down her chopsticks, looked at her son sitting on the right, and said sharply: "Yang Fan, are you fighting with people again?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and secretly sighed that his mother finally asked. He also put down his chopsticks and nodded, "Hmm". The admitting is also neat.

The mother frowned slightly, and said in a more stern voice: "Didn't I tell you? Although we are poor, we don't want to fight, we have to have backbone. ”

Yang Fannunu mouthed, glanced at his brother Yang Shu, who was sitting opposite, and said, "I don't know what the backbone is." All I know is that if they call my brother a piece of waste, I'm going to tear their mouths apart. ”

"Nonsense!" The mother was a little angry and shouted: "Who did you learn this from? Even if it was your brother, he was not as arrogant as you at the beginning! I worked in the Zhao family, and our family ate the Zhao family and lived in the Zhao family, and if you actually went to provoke the second lady of the Zhao family, how could others allow you? When the time comes, you will have to kick out our family!"

Yang Fan said angrily: "I just can't get used to seeing their faces! When my brother was powerful, they took us into the big house in the inner courtyard, and they provided us with good food and drink every day, and they didn't let my mother work anymore, and they also came to serve my mother. But once something happens to my brother, they will immediately kick us out! The Zhao family is all snobs, so we don't want to stay in this kind of place!"

"You're so ignorant! If we are kicked out, what will my mother rely on to make money, and what will she rely on to support the three of you? Although your brother is almost an adult, you and your sister are young, can you go out and do things?"

Yang Fan rarely sees his mother angry, and in his impression, his mother always looks gentle and kind. Now that his mother said this, he had no words to refute for a while, so he had to mutter, "Anyway...... I don't allow them to scold my brother. My brother is a genius who cultivates soul arts, and I will become a master of soul arts like my brother in the future, and I will no longer let others look down on me!"

"Enough! I'm full, you can eat!" Poplar put down the dishes and chopsticks and walked straight out of the house.

"Alas......" Looking at the lonely back of the poplar tree, the mother shook her head and glanced at Yang Fan.

That means Yang Fan understands, what is not good, and talks about his brother's sadness.

Qin Ling is a competent mother and a mother who has a rough life. She is a beautiful and moving woman, but also a woman whose life is full of hardships. At the age of eighteen, she gave birth to her first son, Poplar. Two years later, she was pregnant with Yang Fan again. But at this time, she was abandoned by a man with a prominent background, and since then she has been wandering with her two sons, and finally settled in this Kowloon Town.

Qin Ling has worked in the Zhao family for many years, and has been diligent and conscientious. And she has a good appearance, but she is different from the other maids, as if she was born with a graceful temperament. Even if the identity has become a subordinate, even if he wears clothes made of vulgar fabrics, he looks different from other subordinates. And she never talked about her past with others, and never chewed the root of her tongue, so it also made the people of the Zhao family look at her differently. There are even rumors among the subordinates that the fourth child of the Zhao family has a soft spot for her and has expressed his admiration for her many times. But for more than a decade, she did not start a family again, but spent all her energy on raising her two sons. She works hard, and her son is really competitive.

Not to mention whether that rumor is true or not, Qin Ling did find some kind of relationship in the Zhao family and let his eldest son Yang Shu come into contact with soul arts. Yang Shu began to practice soul art at the age of fourteen, and at the age of fifteen, he showed an amazing talent.

At the age of fourteen, he began to cultivate, maintain health, lay the foundation, and enter the second level of body shaping.

At the age of fifteen, he has become a small body shaper and entered the fifth level. Half a year later, the body was completed and entered the seventh layer. Xiu Wei suddenly surpassed all the juniors of the Zhao family, and became a figure at the level of a master of the Body Shaping Realm.

And when people's surprise has not been fully digested, in just one year, at the age of sixteen, he actually cultivated soul power, entered the eighth level of body shaping, and became a young soul guest.

This kind of soul art talent, this kind of cultivation speed not only caused a sensation in the Zhao family, but also caused an uproar in the entire Jiulong Town. The name poplar is also rightfully crowned with the halo of genius.

Although he is a foreign surname, although he is a subordinate of the house, how can the Zhao family not grasp Yang Shu, a genius with unlimited value and unlimited potential. So Zhao Cheng, the head of the Zhao family, took the Qinling family into the inner courtyard, cultivated the poplar tree as his grandson seriously, personally taught the soul technique, gave the elixir, gave the soul pill, in short, whatever the poplar wanted, he would give it. In order to completely make Yang Shu his own person, he even married his most beloved eldest granddaughter, Zhao Youjing, the eldest lady of the Zhao family, to Yang Shu. It's just that the two were still young at the time, and they only reached a marriage contract and did not officially get married. But it is enough to show how much Zhao Cheng loves poplars.

At that time, Qin Ling washed his face with tears all day long, feeling that he had finally survived, what regrets did he have if he had to be like this?

And the young Yang Fan, since then, has been proud of his brother and is determined to be a person like his brother.

Because from his brother's body and the sudden change in the family environment, Yang Fan understood a truth:

In this world, only truly powerful people can have status, identity, and the respect that others have for you!

However, the world is unpredictable, after a Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night, Yang Shu suddenly fell seriously ill, although he recovered afterwards, but his former talent was gone, he had already shaped the body eightfold, actually retreated to the body three, and no longer improved.

Poplar was disheartened from then on, and in a few days he seemed to have aged dozens of years and became silent.

And the Zhao family's attitude towards the Qinling family has also undergone a big change, that is, the glory and wealth that came to life came to naught in an instant, Qin Ling is still her subordinate, and Yang Shu and Yang Fan are still the children of the subordinate.

Everything seems like a dream, and when you wake up from it, there is no trace.

But it is precisely because of this dream that Yang Shu has changed and Yang Fan has also changed.

Yang Fan's dream has been even stronger since then: he must become a strong person, be respected, and let the family live a comfortable life!

"What my brother hasn't done, let me finish it!" In countless starry nights, this is an indispensable oath for Yang Fan before going to bed.

However, Yang Fan has also been working diligently for this oath.

Just like the weeds, in order to grow into a towering tree, go up every day and never give up.