At the foot of the Lin family's sword mound, the bright morning sun slowly became hot, so that the whole land was in a transpiration, and the willows drooped slightly, converging the branches and leaves, timid. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a faint sweet smell in the air, and looking back, there was a twisted blood mark like a dragon snake swimming.

Stubbornly raised his head, and there was no trace of excess fat on his thin cheeks. On the angular face, the perseverance and stubbornness that have gone through the hardships of the body and the heart are meticulously displayed. Those stubborn eyes seem to be able to imprint an unwavering belief wherever they look.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

Life is always so uninhibited, and the times of the previous years are gone.

I still remember that my grandfather Lin Zhentian, the owner of Lin Zhuang, personally picked off his siblings. And his father, who controlled most of the Lin Jiazhuang, was also killed. The mother disappeared mysteriously, and since then she has become a waste, has been bullied, and has been saddled with the name of stealing the sword.

Under the edges and corners, there is a resolute face, revealing unyielding and dignified!

"Hehe, I didn't inherit the Lin family's sword martial spirit, I'm a waste, I'm a cripple, I'm Lin Feng is a garbage who is not even as crippled! Lin Zhentian, why are you doing this to me! Yes! ”

Not far away, there was a wooden wheelchair with rough and simple workmanship, gritting his teeth and crawling forward, Lin Feng looked up at this wheelchair that was destined to rely on it for a lifetime, and his resolute and stubborn face showed a look of pain that could not be concealed.

"Lin Zhentian, if you don't want me to cultivate the sword, then it's okay for you to break my hand scripture! Why do you want to break my foot warp and turn me into a piece of waste who can't even stand up! ”

Lin Feng suddenly raised his palm that was rubbing on the ground, clenched it into a fist, and smashed it on the ground in front of him desperately, fierce and manic, and it took a long time before he buried a resolute and stubborn cheek deep into the ground.

At this moment, something appeared behind Lin Feng, that is, Lin Feng's martial soul, a nine-colored lotus with a dim expression, a waste martial soul without any attack ability, it looked listless under the scorching sun, and some petals had begun to wilt. But what is surprising is that this martial soul actually emerged automatically, looking at it, it looks like it is shielding Lin Feng from the vicious sunshine, doing its last little strength for its master, such a spiritual martial soul, is it really a waste martial soul?

A shabby thatched hut with a meandering stream in front of it and a small bamboo forest next to it.

The wind blew, and the hanging green bamboo leaves bent against the stream, like a raccoon veil, rippling with pieces.

The blazing sunlight overhead sprinkled through the verdant bamboo leaves, mottled and fell on Lin Feng. Squinting his eyes, countless fine golden rays of light were like countless golden swords pinned to his body.

Lin Feng smiled bitterly, a confused expression appeared on his resolute and stubborn face, and he muttered, "The soul is like iron, hammering and refining will eventually become a sword, as soon as the edge comes out, the color of the heaven and the earth will change, and no one can cherry its edge!" To cultivate a sword, you must first raise a sword, with your body, with your blood, with your heart, and with your soul! And then what? ”

"And then? Communicate with the soul, heaven and earth become the soul, and the ultimate sword soul comes out! The sword and soul are one, and they use their own cultivation to manipulate the spirit sword. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the spirit sword is, there is no cultivation and a powerful martial soul to match it, and you can only hold the sword and sigh, which will only increase the joke! ”

Several figures slowly approached the bamboo forest, and the first one was a young man in a white robe with a graceful demeanor, looking at his arrogant appearance, these words obviously came from his mouth.

Ignoring Lin Feng's surprised gaze, the arrogant young man walked towards Lin Feng without hurrying, and continued to speak, "If you cultivate yourself, there are three major realms of the Yuan Realm, the Earth Spirit Realm, and the Heavenly Soul Realm, and there are nine barriers in each realm, which are called the Three Realms and Nine Screens, which correspond to the Body Sword, the Heart Sword, and the Soul Sword. Lin Feng, how is it? It's the first time I've heard of it. ”

Nodding subconsciously, Lin Feng looked at the arrogant young man with even more surprise in his eyes, and asked with a slight hesitation, "Lin Hao, what is the matter with you coming to me?" ”

The arrogant young man showed a hint of disgust and hatred on his face, and said with a cold snort, "I came to find you, this cripple, naturally something!" ”

Lin Feng heard Lin Hao's insulting words, his eyebrows sank slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Lin Hao, I didn't recruit you to provoke you, what do you mean!" ”

"You didn't provoke me?" Lin Hao's tone was gloomy, and he walked up to Lin Feng in three or two steps, and scolded: "You are a crippled man, you don't stay here honestly and sit and eat and wait for death, so you have to climb to the top of the family sword mound, you even say that you didn't provoke me?" ”

Looking at the young man in front of him whose face suddenly distorted, Lin Feng lowered his head thoughtfully. As if thinking of something, he slowly let go of his clenched hands, with a hint of apology on his face, thought about it, and explained softly: "Lin Hao, I didn't mean to do this morning. It's not mine to disturb your cultivation, and I'm here to make amends to you. ”

Lin Hao obviously didn't expect Lin Feng to be so easy to speak, and there was a hint of surprise on his face, but when he thought of the punishment that Uncle Changtian gave him, his face distorted again, and he said hatefully, "Lin Feng, if I beat you up and say sorry lightly, how will you stay?" It's because of you, we can't go to the sword mound for half a month, if you don't give an explanation today, you see how we clean you up! ”

When the other teenagers heard this, they all glared at Lin Feng angrily.

Lin Feng sighed softly, his eyes darkened, "I didn't mean to disturb you. Moreover, Uncle Changtian is just angry now, and when the anger subsides in a few days, he will forgive you. You still have countless opportunities, but I can't go to the Sword Shrine again for the rest of my life. ”

"You? You are a cripple, a cripple, and still complaining that you can't go to the sword shrine for the rest of your life? A waste who doesn't even have a sword martial soul still wants to cultivate a sword? Hahahaha, you're laughing at me! ”

Lin Hao seemed to have heard some big joke, and he leaned back and couldn't straighten his waist with a straight smile, and the few teenagers who followed him also burst into laughter.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and Lin Hao said in a changed tone, "Lin Feng, I'll give you a chance to admit your mistakes, stand up, bow and apologize to each of us, and this matter will be over." Otherwise, hehe......" As he spoke, Lin Hao's gaze fell ill-intentioned on the creek with slight ripples.

Lin Feng's heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice, "Lin Hao, don't deceive people too much!" ”

Lin Hao glanced at Lin Feng with disdain, and said with a sneer, "Hehe, I bullied people too much, what's wrong with me bullying you, a crippled cripple?" Or, do you want to learn from Uncle Changtian and kick us with your heavenly stump leg alone? With that, there was another burst of laughter.

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