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An eagle flapped its wings and swept across the blue sky, and a heart-wrenching eagle roar sounded for a long time.

Looking down from this sky, there is lush greenery, populated towns, abundant aura hidden in the mountains, wind, rain, snow, and endless desolate wasteland......

In the midst of this vastness, a field that is not very noticeable, overgrown with weeds, trees, rocky streams, fish swimming, and the lean hare on the shore brings their lips to the water's edge, their red tongues licking rapidly, and their long, soft ears trembling.

A natural scene that is perfectly normal.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a piercing sound pierced the air!

A long and dark afterimage shot out from the depths of the forest, and pierced into the head of the hare by the stream, and the hare's body twitched for a moment before it was lifeless, and a faint trace of blood stained the clear stream.

There was a commotion in the forest, the sound of branches and leaves breaking and trampling, a young man slowly walked out, about eleven or twelve years old, but with a cold and depressed age that did not match his age, as if there was an invisible burden on his shoulders, he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, a little yellowish withered hair tied up with a rope at will, his figure was thin but straight, his face was delicate, and his eyes were dark and translucent, as if it was a very deep night.

The boy walked to the brook and pulled out the weapon that killed the hare with one blow, it was a thin stick about the length of an adult's arm, the whole body was black, I don't know what material it was forged, and the blood stains stained by the killing were drained in an instant, and the body of the stick was as smooth as new, without any damage and nicks.

The boy pinned the black stick to his waist, grabbed the hare, neatly peeled the skin and gutted the internal organs, washed it with water, drilled the wood with the dead wood and hay he had picked up, set up a fire, and when the fire was in full swing, he put the rabbit meat on the black stick and baked it on the fire.

Before and after the rabbit meat was fully cooked, the boy carefully twisted out a small pinch of white fine grains from a small pocket on the side of his waist, and sprinkled it quickly and evenly on the golden rabbit meat, unwilling to waste a single bite.

A whole rabbit meat was quickly cleaned up by the boy, and the leftover bones and the extinguished fire were buried with earth and stones, and the boy went to the water to wash his hands, wiped his face, and looked at the sky, the twilight was faintly visible.

A boy in a coarse linen coat and a pair of straw sandals strode forward, trying to get out of the jungle before it got dark and find a place to spend the night in a populated place.

As for the much-anticipated place of cultivation?

Naturally, there is a long way to go, the time is long, and the road is even longer.

It was useless for him to be in a hurry.

……

The sun was almost setting, and the boy saw from a distance that there were a few scattered smoke floating, and he quickened his pace, and in a moment he saw the whole picture, not surprisingly it was a small village, but more than a dozen families lived, and the sun was about to set at this time, so he stopped and planned to stay here for the night.

Because oil lamps and other lighting materials are still a bit extravagant and not very practical for ordinary villagers, most of them have already eaten early, and the day and moon alternate, that is, it is time for them to rest.

Sunrise and sunrise and sunrise and rest, it's that simple.

So the doors were all closed, and the boy circled around the small village, snapping his fingers and knocking on a door.

The silence was shattered by the whispers of Soso and the sound of clothes shuffling, accompanied by a hoarse cough.

An old voice asked from behind the door, "Who?" ”

The young man said softly, "Uncle, I want to spend the night here with you, is it okay?" ”

With a squeak, the door opened, and an old man with a white beard but still looked tough squinted his eyes and looked him up and down, and the young man put on a pure and good appearance, with clean eyes.

The old man replied vaguely and asked, "I see that you are still young, and you have no shop in the village or behind the village, where did you come from?" ”

The boy did not answer, but looked north, in the direction in which he would continue tomorrow.

The old man nodded self-righteously and said, "It's Yuanning Town, I think you've been gone for a day, come in, kid." ”

The young man stepped in, the old man walked slowly, and the young man only followed slowly, and then the old man asked, "What is your last name, child?" ”

"Liu Fuling."

Liu ...... What forest? The old man frowned, puzzled.

The young man who claimed to be named Liu Fuling repeated slowly: "Liu, Fu, Ling, Fu who is ashamed of himself, Ling ......"

The old man frowned and waved his hand, not letting the young man explain any more cumbersomely, but he didn't understand it, but continued to ask something else: "You child, at a young age, don't stay long, what are you doing in this wilderness, what about your father?" They don't care about you or do you ignore them? ”

Speaking of the back, his tone became a little rough.

The young man Liu Fuling stretched out his hand and rubbed the black stick on his waist, the thin stick flashed in the dark light in the growing night, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, and said softly: "My father and mother have been gone for a long time, and I, without worry, wandered around the rivers and lakes to beg for food." ”

The old man choked, coughed a few times, sighed heavily, and said no more.

At this time, when he walked to the edge of the simple wooden house, an equally old voice came from inside: "Old man, who is it?" ”

The old man said, "Passing by, old woman, you can sleep first." ”

Then the old man turned his head to Liu Fuling and said, "There is no extra place, child, you can deal with it in the small house next to you for a night." ”

Liu Fuling nodded, saw that the old man was sleepy and yawned, so he asked the other party to rest, and walked into the small house that the old man pointed to, which was piled up with thatch and dead wood and other sundries, he went up to the ground, curled up, held the black stick in his arms, as if holding a little rare warmth, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

Nothing was said all night.

……

The morning light is slightly dewed.

Liu Fuling woke up, got up to pat off the grass clippings, dropped a few copper coins, and quietly left.

Went directly to the Yuanning Town that the old man said yesterday.

He walked slowly, like a walk, then briskly, then trotted, and so on, and so on, and at last he began to run, although he was running at high speed, he was relaxed, and his expression was as leisurely as a leisurely stroll, his skin was constantly slightly undulating, and his feet never left the ground, and he always ran close to the ground, almost as if he were sliding on the ice, and the dust was raised behind him, and from a distance, it looked like a ride on the dust.

If a person who practices martial arts sees it, he will never feel strange, and he will probably scoff at it, and will say, "It turned out to be just a stunned figure of the four grades of martial arts!" ”。

There are nine martial arts products in the rivers and lakes, that is, the martial arts of people who practice martial arts are generally and simply divided into nine levels, nine is the extreme, and it is also the highest martial arts, and above this, it is the unattainable cultivation world, which is the mysterious cultivation sect and powerful practitioners.

Therefore, the Nine Grades of Martial Arts are also jokingly called the Nine Levels of Mortal Realm by those high-ranking cultivators.

In fact, the threshold between these nine grades is not very clear, so it is naturally a mixture of fish and dragons, and there are many people who are indiscriminate.

One to three products are just to strengthen the body, to put it simply, it is only to practice an empty shelf, in order to look good, and there is basically no actual combat ability, embroidered pillows, a poke will break.

The difference between the four grades is only that they have a relatively rich actual combat ability, from the skin to the bones, and they are barely in the room.

On top of the four grades, and so on, the intensity continues to increase, mainly due to the difference in strength, speed, experience, vision, means, weapons, family background, etc., so in the final analysis, this martial arts nine products are the recognized evaluation of the Jianghu people by the Jianghu people, rather than my clear judgment and definition.

Liu Fuling's body stopped suddenly, he exhaled a long breath, and then inhaled evenly in small sips, his whole body swayed slightly, and after a while, the heat was steaming, and sweat stains wet his clothes. He pulled out the black slender stick and began to wave it as he walked, marching at the same pace as an ordinary person, holding the long stick with one hand and wielding the stabbing blow, changing hands or holding both hands from time to time, the movements were fickle, seemingly chaotic, but actually unpredictable, the momentum was sometimes light and sometimes domineering and heavy, and the steps were not limited to a straight line, but with the slight changes in the movements of the hands, the surface of the feet was always firmly close to the ground, so although the upper body was fluttering, the lower plate was extremely stable.

After doing this, it was already the middle of the day, Liu Fuling put away the black stick, moved his arm, and licked his dry lips, Yuanning Town was not far ahead.

There are a few soldiers guarding the gate of the town, but the weapons they hold are outdated, and the city wall has not been repaired for a long time, but there is no need to guard against the slightest mistake in the town, and the wooden tooth card is given to the guards to check, and the other party just glanced at it casually and handed it back to him, Liu Fuling silently walked into it.

At this hour, the small merchants and vendors have already come out to activities, and some restaurants have also opened early, Liu Fuling is not in a hurry to go inside, but sat down in a restaurant not far from the city gate, and has already sat at two tables, the lonely young man swept his eyes, a table of three people, a table is alone like him, he didn't look at it much, it seems that they are all equipped with weapons, but in this area that is not recognized by the jurisdiction of the orthodox dynasty, it doesn't matter, and even the attitude of the vast majority of secular dynasties towards martial artists is extremely relaxed, this is not because of the reason that there are cultivators.

He asked for a bowl of porridge, a plate of side dishes, and a steamed bun, and chewed slowly intently, he didn't care about the eyes of someone looking at him, some strange and curious eyes, just like Liu Fuling often forgot that he was only in his early twelve.

After eating, paying and getting up, Liu Fuling walked out of the shop, walked through the bustling street, and stopped in front of an ordinary family's house.

He stroked the swarthy stick.

It's time to get to work.

It's going to kill.

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