This year, Lan Lin was only fifteen years old. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the early morning, the sky was just dawning, Lan Lin's hands held a heavy sword sharpened with ultra-high-density basalt, and he swung a sword cleanly, shaking off the dew on the sword.

He swung again and again, slashing horizontally, vertically, picking, and spinning......

Soon, he was sweating like rain, but his eyes were fixed, staring ahead, swinging the sword was his first practice every day, he would swing the great sword 1,300 times today, and 1,310 times tomorrow, and 1,320 times the day after tomorrow, in order, this was the rule he set for himself.

He also stipulated that no matter how many times the sword dance grows, it must be completed within an hour, that is, both the endurance of the muscles and the explosiveness of the muscles need to be guaranteed.

There is a reason why he is so strict with himself, because he is determined to become the strongest existence of the Lan family, so that those who love to gossip and those who think highly of themselves in the Lan family will shut their foul mouths.

Lan Lin has the dual talent of magic and fighting spirit, but he has no interest in magic at all, and he has not learned anything about it, in his words: "I like to crush enemies with my own hands, and magic is not a pleasure at all!" ”

If you ask him why he doesn't practice magic martial arts, he will express his disdain for your question: "Do you still need to ask?" Of course, it's because I want to be the ultimate in martial arts! ”

He endured the soreness of his arms like the bite of thousands of ants, and silently thought in his heart: What is so great about the Lan family? Mixed blood must not be as good as pure blood, who stipulates it? I'm going to break, shatter, crush them all into powder! I want to be the next head of the Lan family, so that those who have mocked me will be ashamed, and I will launch a revolution to completely change this rotten family.

At this time, Lan Lin showed maturity, rebellion and stubbornness beyond his age.

He did hate this family, so he wanted to destroy this family, to be exact, to destroy the "old" family, to build his ideal family.

Finally swung the 1,300 swords, his whole body suddenly lost his strength, and his waist was about to fall down as soon as he weakened, but he barely supported it with his sword.

Although he was exhausted to death, his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment, and he couldn't help laughing proudly: "Today is shorter than yesterday, hey, who else can progress so fast like me, I am really an unborn genius, hahahahaha......"

Lan Lin's laughter suddenly came to an abrupt end, leaving only a comical epilogue, as he turned his head to see a cute young girl like a porcelain doll next to him squatting on the ground, looking intently at a small pale yellow flower.

Lan Lin had seen this girl several times in the family assembly and study, and she seemed to be the same as Lan Lin, alone, taciturn, and very withdrawn, so that Lan Lin still didn't know her name.

Lan Lin's face began to turn red, and he felt that the girl who came at some point must have heard his shameful speech just now.

But for a moment, he suddenly realized that the girl was only engrossed in looking at the flowers, and did not notice herself, whether it was her own sword swing or her own speech or her own gaze.

Lan Lin's face turned redder, but not because of shyness, but because of anger.

Most young men of his age have a special self-awareness that should not be ignored by others, which naturally breeds a kind of anger - the anger of not being noticed.

You can like me or hate me, but you can't ignore me, this is Lan Lin's heart.

"Hey...... What about you, little man over there, what are you doing here, this meadow is where Uncle Ben concentrates on sword practice, how can you come here without permission, didn't your brothers who were beaten into pig's heads warn you? Lan Lin reluctantly straightened up, crossed his waist with one hand, and said in a very arrogant tone.

The girl was unmoved, just fiddling with the petals with her hand, as if she didn't hear.

"You guys listen to people!" Lan Lin picked up the heavy sword very unhappily, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the girl.

Lan Lin wanted to demonstrate, but who knew that he had just finished swinging the 1,300 sword, his arms had already lost his strength, and the heavy sword actually flew out of his hand as soon as he let go of his hand.

Oops! Lan Lin screamed in his heart, but he couldn't react to anything at that moment, he could only watch the heavy sword fly towards the weak girl.

The girl was still staring at the little flower, and she suddenly frowned.

Just because, before the sword arrived, the wind had moved, and the fragile little flower shook in the wind, which was very pitiful.

The girl's left hand gently wrapped around the small flower, blocking the wind brought by the heavy sword, and her right hand stretched out two fingers.

There was a clear chirp.

I saw the girl's two fingers twisting the tip of the sword, and the heavy sword, which was not easy for a sixth-order martial artist to wield flexibly, stopped in the air in an instant and could no longer move, but the sword body was still buzzing and trembling.

Lan Lin was dumbfounded.

The girl finally turned her face, what a pair of bright and divine eyes, Lan Lin could even see her reflection in her big clear and transparent eyes, but in those immature eyes, there was a trace of melancholy that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

Lan Lin was a little curious, why was she depressed at such a young age? Is it the same loss of both parents as myself?

"Your sword?" The girl asked, tilting her head, looking cute.

Lan Lin snorted, "Uh...... Well, yes, my sword...... Well, I didn't mean to......"

The girl smiled faintly: "Be careful next time, this, it's very dangerous." ”

Lan Lin was a little puzzled, he was obviously four or five years older than this little girl, why did he look like a child in front of her?

This was the first conversation between the two men in their lives.