The Kingdom of Gale, in the clouds and mountains.

A teenager is holding a boulder and exercising his body desperately.

"Whew, whew......"

After two hours, he was exhausted.

His name is Mu Feng, he was born with divine powers, and he has been known as a good seedling for practicing martial arts since he was a child.

The family has high hopes for him, at the age of five he taught him to refine the body, and spent a lot of money for him to buy elixir or elixir to help him refine the body, he also lived up to his high expectations, trained hard every day, at the age of ten, he could lift 10,000 catties of Dading over his head with one hand, the strength of the body, no one can compare.

Ten years old is the age of formal contact with cultivation, and the meridians are already tenacious.

"No, don't fall, I can still hold on, I will. ”

Mu Feng muttered in his mouth, his eyes were firm, he gritted his teeth, even though he was sweating profusely, his little face was red and panting like a cow, he still didn't give up.

He believes that if he persists a little longer, he can give birth to Qi, and for five years, day after day, rain or shine, he has been telling himself like this, even if he has experienced countless disappointments, he still believes in hope.

Half an hour later.

A hot sensation spread throughout his body, the soreness in his body was gone, he felt that his whole body was full of strength again, he was strong again, he broke through again, but ......

The lower abdomen is still empty.

"Why?"

"Thief God, why are you doing this to me, I am obviously a hundred times harder than them, I ......"

Mu Feng's eyes were red, tears flowed, he looked up to the sky and roared, roaring, very unwilling.

That's when it happened.

Suddenly a man fell from the sky, along with a sword, and he was so stunned that he forgot to hide.

Bang.

Mu Feng was hit by that person, fell to the ground, and fainted, with lightning flashing on his body.

"My head hurts. ”

Wang Ergou opened his mouth and groaned softly, his eyes opened a little, and he instinctively pushed away the person who was pressing on his body, and then, he was stupid, like a ghost.

It was a corpse, and it was himself.

So who am I now?

What's going on here?

As soon as I thought of this, a little fragmented picture flashed through my mind.

It's the memory of this body for seven days.

Was he stoned to death by himself falling from the sky?

Looking at the strange and familiar memory fragment at the end, Wang Ergou was even more confused, feeling guilty, he not only stoned the other party to death, but also seized his body.

But shouldn't I have fallen on Jianmen Mountain?

Why is it still flying to success?

The most important thing is that what he flew over was actually a corpse.

By the way, there seems to be a sword as well.

Turn your head and look.

He was very pleasantly surprised, it was really Qingxiao Sword.

But as soon as he got closer, Wang Ergou's face changed.

On the rusty sword, terrible cracks were dense like spider webs.

How so!

This is not the obscurity of the gods, but the fall of the gods and the destruction of the spirits.

"Thank you, Qingxiao. ”

Wang Ergou squatted down, stretched out his hand, gently stroked the rust on the sword, his eyes recalled, and he saw the past, this sword has accompanied him for more than sixty years, from plain to brilliant, and then fell back to the bottom from the peak.

It was born again because of him, and he was born again because of it.

Perhaps, this is the karma in the dark.

I don't know how long it took.

Wang Ergou took a deep breath, calmed the fluctuations in his heart, and turned his gaze to his corpse.

This feeling is even more outlandish.

Eerie tranquility.

"I didn't expect that one day I would bury myself, it's really a world full of wonders. ”

Wang Ergou smiled bitterly on his face, using his hand as a hoe, piles of dirt bubbled out, and soon, a simple dirt pit formed.

"Alright, almost. ”

He turned and walked straight to his corpse and hugged him.

"Zz. ”

"Damn, the thunder of the catastrophe is really fierce, and I won't let go of Lao Tzu even if I die. ”

Wang Ergou's hair stood on end, and he scolded angrily, the power of this current was very weak, and it couldn't hurt people, he didn't care, he just grabbed the corpse tighter, carefully put it into the dirt pit, and then took out the Qingxiao Sword not far away and put it in together.

"What should I say?"

"No, isn't it a curse to say a eulogy?"

"There's no paper money, no incense, and no eulogy, isn't it a bit too miserable?"

"Forget it, let's set up a monument for you. ”

With a bang, a big tree fell to the ground, and with two smacks, a piece of wood was cut off.

He used his faint sword qi as a pen to engrave the inscription.

The strongest man in the world in the martial spirit world, the tomb of Wang Ergou.

"Not bad, yes, it's still very domineering. ”

Wang Ergou looked at the simple grave and tombstone, felt uncomfortable for a while, and felt inexplicable sadness, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Wang Ergou, dead." ”

"From now on, I am Mu Feng. ”

He stoned Mu Feng to death, and was reborn with his body, with Wang Ergou's heart, it is naturally impossible not to blame himself, and the other party still has parents, and he can't ignore it.

When he said this, Wang Ergou was still a little excited, his parents in his previous life were illiterate, and the name was even more arbitrary, his eldest brother was called Wang Da Niu, he was the second in line, and he was named Wang Ergou, because the old saying says that the name is cheap and easy to feed, and now, it can finally be justified in changing its name.

Looking up, looking at the sunset, looking at the town below with green smoke, he said softly: "Don't worry, your parents will help you fulfill your filial piety, I will be good to those who are good to you, and I will not let go of those who bully you." ”

"I will also fulfill your wish to become a strong man, the strongest strong man. ”

"It's getting dark, and it's time for me to go back. ”

Wang Ergou, no, now it's called Mu Feng.

Looking at the grave of his corpse and looking at the tombstone, Mu Feng took a deep breath, resolutely turned around and left, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

The home is located, a small house in the north of the town, with a small courtyard, but also spacious.

"Feng'er, why did you come back so late. ”

A gust of fragrant wind came to her face, it was a woman, wearing a blue and white cardigan skirt, her temperament was dusty, this woman's name was Zhao Susu, and she was Mu Feng's mother.

"There was a delay on the way. ”

Mu Feng bowed his head and said weakly, not daring to look at the other party's eyes more.

"What's wrong with you? What's weird?"

Zhao Susu said as he stretched out his hand to touch the child's forehead, then shook his head slightly, and said gently: "Silly boy, don't be so desperate, don't you know? It's okay if you can't practice martial arts, when the time comes, learn to strike iron with your father, with your strength, you will definitely be able to become an excellent blacksmith." ”

"I'm hungry. ”

Mu Feng diverted the topic, his stomach was growling, he was really hungry.

Zhao Susu smiled softly: "The hot water has been boiled, and the rice has been cooked, you go to wash your body first, and my mother will go to fry two dishes for you." ”

"Hmm. Mu Feng watched the other party walk towards the kitchen, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young master, why haven't you returned to the room, we brought all the hot water. ”

The maids, Xiaoqing and Xiaohong, each carried two buckets of water and walked over from the kitchen.

"Oh, good. ”

Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, hurriedly responded, looked around, and then walked to his room.