"Hey, isn't that the child of the Womb Clan? Get out of here, we don't play with garbage! Several children playing in the clearing shouted, and another child stood across from them, head bowed and hands clenched into fists. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"My clan is not a nest!" He yelled at the children, but was quickly met with merciless ridicule.

"Hahaha, what did he say?! I'm laughing to death! ”

"Obviously, the people of the clan have been driven to the most remote part of the village, and they are embarrassed to say so. Hahaha. ”

"Shut up! Not really," he shouted again, this time with a few stones.

"Let's go! Don't you know that stupid people are contagious? ”

The child walked alone on the road to the most remote part of the village, with only the setting sun accompanying him.

The child is called Yuwen City, and the clan name is Yuwen. Those children were right, the Yuwen family was indeed driven to the most remote part of the village, and there was a reason that the children could not understand. But those children said that it was a Wausang clan, but in fact, it was under the influence of adults, in short, it was because of the ostracism of the whole village that they settled in the most remote part of the village.

Yubunjo is 10 years old, and his older brother Yuwenqi is the only person in the entire clan to enter the village's "Sword Bearer" unit. My father and mother were also members of this unit, but for various reasons quit.

"Father, is our clan really weak?" Yuwen Cheng asked his father like this many times, but each time his father replied with a serious face: "Of course not, you have to believe in the Yuwen family."

Yuwen City walked on the streets of the clan territory, and although there were many shops on the side of the road, they were all deserted. When I got home, there was a pair of shoes I hadn't seen in a long time outside the door. Yuwencheng stood in front of the door, stunned for a while, and was ecstatic to open the door and rush in.

"Brother!" He shouted excitedly at the empty living room, only the "tick-tock" clock hanging on the wall answered him.

Yuwencheng firmly believes that he will not mistake his brother Yuwenqi's shoes, which are the standard shoes of the sword-wielding army. Since Yuwenqi joined the Sword Bearer Army, he rarely returned home, and his relationship with his younger brother Yuwencheng gradually became estranged. But even so, Yuwencheng still worships his brother in his heart. According to the uncle next door, Yuwenqi began to practice swordsmanship at the age of 7; At the age of 9, he completely mastered the Yuwen School; At the age of 12, through his own efforts, he did not rely on the medium to summon the sword spirit of the god department - the horned wood Jiao Berlin of the twenty-four stars; He is now 18 years old, but he is already one of the main members of the Sword Bearer's unit.

Yu Wencheng walked to the door of his father's study, the door was ajar, and through the crack in the door, a tall man stood at his father's desk. Yuwencheng recognized him, and that person was his brother Yuwenqi.

He wanted to push open the door and go in to say hello to his brother, when he heard a conversation between his father and his brother.

"Congratulations, my son. Became a cadre of the 'Sword Bearer'. ”

"Thank you, father."

"My mother and I will be proud of you."

Yuwencheng accidentally pushed the door, and the door squeaked, and both of them turned their heads to look at him.

"Eavesdropping is not a good habit, City." Yubunqi smiled at him.

"I'm sorry......" Yuwencheng closed the door and walked back into the living room.

After a while, Yuwenqi walked out of his father's study, and Yuwencheng stopped him.

"Brother, can you accompany me to practice swords?"

He turned around and gave him a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm a little tired, I'll be practicing with you in the future."

"Later?" Yu Wencheng muttered to himself, watching his brother walk into his former room. In the past, my brother was always actively looking for Yuwen City to play and practice swords. But now it always feels like he's changed, he's no longer close to people.

The next morning, Yuwencheng watched his brother walk out of the house again, and he was going to do a mission. Yuwencheng stood at the door and looked at his brother's figure, tall, but lonely. His mother hugged Yuwencheng from behind and reminded him that it was time to go to school.

The so-called school is nothing more than teaching children between the ages of ten and thirteen some swordsmanship skills. These skills are not as good as the basic sword skills of the Yuwen School.

According to legend, it is the first patriarch of the Yuwen family, Yuwen Xincheng, who founded the knife method, which has been passed down in the family for nearly a thousand years. Every man in the Yuwen family must practice this knife technique, even if he only learns one move and one style, he must practice this move and one style well.

The current twelfth patriarch is Yuwen Cheng's father, Yuwen Kenshou, who asked Yuwen Cheng to follow his elder brother's example and practice swords one step ahead of others since he was a child, and now he has surpassed the level of his peers.

Therefore, Yuwencheng has no reason to go to school at all. But the Yuwen family is the owner of the village, the Liu family. The Yuwen family is good at sword skills, and the Liu family is good at summoning sword spirits. They have special circles to assist summoners, with a success rate of over eighty percent. There are three types of sword spirits: the demon department, the human department, and the god department. Sword spirits are the souls of true gods, humans, and demons, summoned through the medium of items related to them. The soul is fragile and needs to be provided with psionic energy from the summoner to maintain its form and strength. Ubunzaki relied on his own powerful psionic energy to attract souls and let them find them by themselves, so he made Aoki Jiao Berlin's soul his sword spirit. In general, the more the medium held by the summoner is related to the summoned person's ontology, the more he can be summoned; The stronger the summoner's psionic energy, the more it will be able to exert the soul with a power close to that of the main body.

In this era, people pay more attention to the mutual struggle between sword spirits and sword spirits, and no one cares about the real short-term contact between people, which is also the reason for the decline of the Yuwen family.

Yuwen Cheng put on his bamboo sword and walked out of the room. The door to his father's and mother's bedroom was open, and he glanced casually to see a delicate knife placed on the altar. Yuwen Cheng stared at it for a while, then looked around, and after confirming that his parents were not nearby, he stuffed a knife into the bag of his bamboo sword and walked out of the house.

After walking out of the clan's territory, Yuwen Cheng took out the knife and looked at it carefully. The workmanship was exquisite, with a pattern of symmetrical shafts painted on the hilt and characters engraved on the scabbard that he could not read. Yuwen Cheng wanted to show the guys who were laughing at him, this exquisite knife was owned by the Yuwen family.

In the school, the teacher did the movements that Yuwencheng had already practiced hundreds of times. After class, everyone got together to chat, and only Yuwencheng was left out.

Yuwen Cheng took the knife, squeezed into the crowd and raised the knife angrily: "This is my family's knife!" How's that, it's pretty! ”

"The people of the Wosang family still dare to bring knives to school?" The crowd dispersed, and standing in front of Yuwen Cheng were the people who had bullied him yesterday.

"Hmph, this knife is amazing, look at this ......" Yuwencheng didn't finish speaking, and one of the leaders punched him in the face, and Yuwencheng was immediately knocked to the ground.

"Knives aren't for looking, rubbish!" He shouted, "You kind of you're going to cut me!" ”

"Come on!"

"Come on!" Several of his henchmen chimed in.

Yuwen Cheng half-squatted on the ground, holding the scabbard with one hand and the handle with the other. But somehow, the knife never came out, as if it was dead rooted in its sheath.

"Hahaha! He couldn't even pull out a knife. The men burst out laughing, even in whispers with the people around them.

"Hahahaha......" The disgusting voice has been surrounding Yuwen Cheng's ears, and a pair of discriminatory and insulting eyes around him have surrounded him, tormenting him like ten thousand ants devouring bones. Yuwencheng endured this torture, and he felt someone step on his head, splash water on him, and kick his ass. The hand holding the handle of the knife tightened, and a black flame ignited in his heart.

"Bastard!" He roared, but he didn't feel any anger, and his body seemed to move on its own. The knife was drawn from its scabbard, and a stream of black gas gushed out. Although no one was cut, the people around him were all bounced five or six meters away, all the glass in the distance was shattered, and the floors within two meters of Yuwen City were all broken. The guys who bullied him fell to the ground motionless, and the others struggled to get up from the ground, looking at Yuwen Cheng in horror:

"Monster!"

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