Zhao Chunxiu slammed the door once to show that she was angry and dissatisfied now.

"Lu Lao Er, you are so capable, you send your son to the police station! You have suffered a thousand cuts, and at this time you want to be a hero who kills your relatives in righteousness! I sue you, there is no door! Zhao Chunxiu suddenly cried and sat on the ground, not minding his image.

"You...... Be quiet! Lu Jiacheng was taken aback by her reaction, he just mentioned a sentence to send some medicine to the eldest brother, but Zhao Chunxiu had a seizure on the spot, saying that his son just accidentally pushed Lu Xun into the river, and Lu Xun himself hit a stone, can you blame his son!

Lu Jiacheng's son Lu Feng sat on the bed with snot and tears on his face, following his mother for a long time and a short time, and the cries echoed each other, so lively.

The Lu family has grown up.

……

Today happened to be Friday, and Lu Feng rushed out of the school gate with a few of his buddies as usual after school.

Lu Feng was very happy today, because today was his birthday, and when he went out in the morning, his mother said that he would close the store early today and buy a cake in the town to bring back to him, and would also give him his favorite machine gun toy as a gift.

Lu Feng's parents opened a small restaurant in the town that sells fast food and small stir-fry, which is one of the wealthier families in Lizigou, and often buys a lot of snacks for the only baby son to eat, raising Lu Feng to be round and fat, only 13 years old, the weight is almost 15, and the young children in Lizigou like to play with Lu Feng, which is not Lu Feng's special gift to bring a few of the best friends home to eat cake.

As a result, as he walked, he looked at a child walking in front of him with a shrunken head and wearing a fat cotton jacket, this person was Lu Feng's only cousin Lu Xun, Lu Feng had always hated this cousin, and he was stammering when he was dressed so sloppily and talking, and he looked like he was going to cry all day long, and he hated it when he saw it!

"Lu Xun!" Lu Feng shouted, "You stop me!" ”

The short Lu Xun turned around a little dazedly, and when he saw Lu Feng, he immediately shrank back, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Lu Feng swaggered up to him and said, "Do you know what day it is?" ”

Lu Xun took a sip of snot and shook his head.

"Hmph, today is my birthday, let me tell you, my mother bought me such a big cake, and also bought me PSP!" Lu Feng looked at Lu Xun with a smug look of envy on his face.

"Do you want to play?" Lu Feng asked.

Lu Xun nodded, immediately shook his head again, turned around and prepared to leave.

Lu Feng's face suddenly darkened, and he grabbed Lu Xun's arm and said, "I haven't finished speaking, what are you running!" ”

Yang Zi, who was standing behind Lu Feng, shouted: "Lu Xun doesn't have a mother, of course no one tells him to be polite!" ”

"Phew, who said he didn't have a mother, his mother ran away with the wild man and didn't want him!" Lu Feng immediately laughed.

"Smack!" With a bang, Lu Feng was slapped hard by Lu Xun.

"How dare you hit me!" Lu Feng glared at Lu Xun in disbelief, and then he punched Lu Xun in the face.

Lu Xun was originally dragged by Lu Feng's arm, but Lu Feng suddenly let go of his arm and punched at him, guiding him to take two steps back, and fell into the stream with one foot, and slammed his forehead into a stone and passed out.

"Ah, it's dead!" The little friend screamed and scattered.

"What should Lu Feng do?" The cowardly soldier pulled Lu Feng's arm, and Lu Feng didn't make a sound and pushed the army away and ran home.

Until he ran home, his heart was still pounding, did he kill just now, will he go to jail? Help, he didn't mean to!

Lu Feng rushed into the house to find a place to hide, but he didn't expect to bump into his father's arms as soon as he opened the door.

"Fengfeng, what's wrong, so urgent?" Lu Jiacheng asked.

"Dad, I just -" Lu Feng hugged his father's leg and cried out at once, "I killed someone!" What to do, I don't want to be arrested by the police uncle! ”

"What did you say!" Zhao Chunxiu, who was standing in the kitchen choosing vegetables, was so scared that he was about to have a heart attack.

Lu Feng was crying and crying, and at the same time he told the truth of the matter, and before he finished speaking, Lu Jiacheng rushed out of the house.

"Where are you going, dead ghost!" Zhao Chunxiu shouted.

Of course, Lu Jiacheng went to save people, Lu Xun is the only son of his eldest brother, if there are three long and two short, his eldest brother will not kill his own rabbit cub.

But he hadn't run far yet, when he saw his eldest brother hurriedly running in the direction of his house with Lu Xun in his arms, he glanced at it from a distance, Lu Xun's eyes were still open, and only then did his heart fall back to the bottom of his heart.

When he went back to report the results, and then brought some money to apologize to his eldest brother, the above scene appeared.

Zhao Chunxiu pointed at Lu Jiacheng while crying and scolded: "Am I reluctant to spend money, it's not to buy a house in the town, my dad can say, he won't pay a penny then, he keeps all the money for my brother to buy a house and marry a wife, why am I so miserable, my father doesn't hurt my husband and his elbow is turned outward, and when you marry me, the gift money is not half of that of others!" Which one of the things in the family is there that I didn't work hard to earn? ”

As soon as Lu Jiacheng heard about the gift, his neck immediately shrunk and he went to the kitchen to heat the dishes.

Lu Wuyuan sat at the head of the bed, watching Lu Yecheng busy all the time, thinking in his heart that he didn't know what his surname was, since the doctor said that he had amnesia, then naturally he didn't have to worry about how to hide it.

Lu Yecheng stewed a pot of chicken soup, and then put a bowl to feed Lu Xun.

Lu Wuyuan saw that he was holding a soup spoon in his left hand, and holding the bowl with some difficulty in his right hand, the chicken soup in the bowl was strange in color and exuded a strange smell.

The corners of Lu Wuyuan's mouth twitched, no wonder this child was so thin, it turned out that this father destroyed him.

He had wandered for many years, he had eaten everything, and the bowl of chicken soup in front of him was nothing to him, so he took the bowl directly, drank the contents in one gulp, tasted it, and felt that it was not particularly unpalatable.

Lu Yecheng had an embarrassed smile on his face: "Dad is useless, he can't do anything." ”

Fortunately, in addition to this chicken soup, there are sweet corn cobs and sweet potatoes and potatoes from the third aunt next door.

Lu Wuyuan had seen sweet potatoes and potatoes in his previous dynasty, but the names were different, but the sweet corn was the first time he had eaten it, and it was sweet and soft in the mouth, which made him have a great appetite, and he ate three at once.

A voice came from outside the door, Lu Wuyuan looked up, but saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy lying on the side ......of the door, looking at Lu Xun a little timidly.

"Junzi, have you eaten?" Lu Yecheng warmly beckoned him in.

The boy named Junzi was wearing a somewhat shabby cotton jacket, and as soon as he came in, he stared at Lu Xun's corn.

It's early spring, the corn has not been planted, the price is relatively expensive, the people in the village are generally reluctant to buy this, these sweet corn is sent by the third aunt next door; The third aunt has always taken good care of the Lu family on weekdays, but today when she saw that Lu Xun was injured, she lent 2,000 yuan to Lu Yecheng without thinking about it.

Lu Wuyuan glanced at Junzi lightly, and found that the child's right ear was red, and the back of his hand was also red.

Junzi shook his head, his neck shrunch, tears still hanging in his eyes.

Lu Yecheng found that the back of Junzi's hand was red, and the black cotton clothes were full of dust, and he stood up suddenly: "Your father beat you again!" ”

Junzi was silent, but his eyes were slightly red.

Junzi's father is a well-known drunkard in the village, every time he gets drunk, he beats his wife and children, every time he makes a lot of trouble, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, Lu Yecheng sighed, handed his corn to Junzi, and then comforted him.

Junzi took the corn but didn't eat it, he was worried about Lu Xun's injury, although he didn't push Lu Xun into the river, but he used to follow Lu Feng to bully Lu Xun, and he was worried about whether Lu Xun would take this opportunity to sue his father, remembering that his father liked to teach him with his fists, he couldn't help but shudder.

He hesitated to speak: "Lu Xun, how are you......"

Lu Wuyuan turned a blind eye to the guilt and fear in Junzi's eyes, and frowned slightly with a cold expression: "Who are you?" ”

Junzi: "......"

Lu Yecheng's face was full of sorrow, and he said: "Xunxun's head hit the big stone, and I can't remember everything. ”

Junzi looked at Lu Xun in astonishment: "Lu Xun, you really don't remember me, and you don't remember who put you-"

Junzi immediately shut up and secretly looked at Lu Yecheng who was standing on the side.

Lu Wuyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a blank expression on his face.

"It's time for me to go home, if I come home late, my dad will scold me again." The soldier ran away in a puff of smoke.

It seems that Junzi must have known why he was injured, and he was even at the scene when he was injured.

……

After a few days of understanding, Lu Wuyuan finally knew that he was now in a village called Lizigou, where the land was barren and barren, but there were only a hundred families, and the villagers, like his previous dynasties, also lived by planting and selling crops. But the peasants of this world do not pay for food, and they do not pay taxes and miscellaneous taxes.

The former owner of this body is called Lu Xun, he is 12 years old, he is in the fifth grade in the primary school in the village, Lu Xun's father is called Lu Yecheng, he is the only Tulang in several nearby villages, he opened a broken medical hall, selling some Chinese herbal medicines for bruises and rheumatism, business is bleak, except for expenses every month, he basically does not make ends meet, no wonder Lu Xun has no meat, he is already twelve years old and looks like he is only □□ years old.

Although he had missed the best opportunity to practice martial arts at the age of 12, Lu Wuyuan believed that with the experience he had accumulated in his previous life and the secret books and mental methods he had memorized, even if he could not reach the peak of his past, there would be no problem in reaching his seventh or eighth layer.

And after his observation in the past few days, he learned from a strange thing called a TV set that people's perception of martial arts in this world is messy, not to mention any internal strength.

At this moment, the corners of Lu Wuyuan's mouth twitched, looking at a remake of the classic martial arts "The Legend of the Sword Heroes" by a famous director on TV, the protagonist Guo Qing was fighting against the villain Yue Bueven at the moment, only to see Guo Qing lightly pause at his feet, so that the white-clothed immortal floated up, and then he made a gesture that seemed to be a Tai Chi figure, and fought with Yue Buyi's sword with red light with his bare hands, and then Lu Wuyuan's eyes widened, and he saw that the protagonist's palm also appeared in a circle of blue or yellow halo, which was bound to compete with the sword shining with red light.

Lu Wuyuan: ......

Is this really a martial arts masterpiece? Lord Demon Venerable said that he couldn't even watch it for five minutes, not to mention the protagonist's moves, the supporting characters holding swords in the back, your weapons didn't have any blades.

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