"Oh, why does it hurt so much, didn't Lao Tzu get killed?" Zhang Jiujiu opened his eyes with difficulty.

Zhang Jiujiu had just fallen off a cliff not long ago and was carried back by the villagers.

"Jiu'er, you finally woke up, and you really worried about your mother to death." A middle-aged woman who still had charm wiped her tears and looked at Zhang Jiujiu's face and said.

"What's wrong with me? Who is this woman? Why can't I remember, oops, my head hurts. This woman is so familiar, but why can't she remember it? Why did she cry......" Zhang Jiujiu thought of this, his head hurt even more, his memory was very vague, and some phantoms were dangling in his mind, but he couldn't freeze it.

The middle-aged woman looked at Zhang Jiujiu's trance-like appearance, quickly held Zhang Jiujiu's hand with one hand, caressed his face with the other, and said worriedly: "Jiu'er, Jiu'er, how is it?" Is there anything else that doesn't feel comfortable? You've been asleep for three days and three nights. It scared the hell out of me. ”

"No, no, mother, I'm fine," Zhang Jiujiu quickly replied. The person in front of him claims to be a mother, so it should be a mother. Although she couldn't remember anything, the woman felt very kind to herself.

He only remembered that he must have fallen off the cliff, but he couldn't remember why he had gone there. The more I think about it, the more headaches I get.

The place where Zhang Jiujiu is located is called the Imperial Spirit Beginning. In this world, martial arts are respected, and only warriors can become people recognized by others, otherwise they can only become slaves or inferior people. All of them are marching towards the warriors, working towards stronger and more powerful. It is the dream of each of them to take power in the world.

Zhang Jiujiu seems to have lost his memory from the fall, and the middle-aged woman in front of him should be his mother Li Wenqing. He could only try to accept this reality.

Li Wenqing looked at Zhang Jiujiu sadly and said, "It's okay, you don't have to practice any martial arts in the future, so as not to be bullied by others all the time." Looking at your father and son like this, my heart is really uncomfortable. ”

"Well, I'm still feeling a little tired and want to rest a little longer." Zhang Jiujiu said embarrassedly. He was not completely free from the feeling of amnesia yet. He wanted to be alone.

"Okay, my mother will go and boil medicine for you, and you can sleep for a while." Li Wenqing wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, tucked the corners of Zhang Jiujiu, and turned around and left the room.

Zhang Jiujiu was originally the best cultivation genius in the fifty-sixth generation of the Zhang family, and he had already broken through the Xuanzhi level when he was fourteen years old and became a low-level Xuanshi. It is a rare rising star in Tianmu City, and it can be said that it has a bright future. But I don't think that the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it!

Not long after Zhang Jiujiu became famous, he was plotted to abolish the meridians, and since then he has become a waste material that is not even as good as a civilian. Suffered countless ridicules. Especially the "fellow practitioners" who were lost face by him back then. In his glory, those people did not even receive the slightest glory, all were overshadowed by his light.

In such a world where martial arts are respected and martial arts are king, and the Zhang family, who is in the first family of Tianmu City, cannot practice martial arts and cannot become a martial artist, its status and outcome can be imagined.

However, Zhang Jiujiu is a person who does not admit defeat, is strong and unyielding, and starts practicing from scratch, but it is a pity that he has not made any progress in the past two years. In the past two years, he has been ridiculed and ridiculed by countless contemporaries of the Zhang family, and he can only swallow his anger and have no choice but to do anything.

There are even some peers from other families who are punching and kicking each other. If he was still a martial artist, the family would not allow this to happen. But now, as long as things don't get further troubled, those people in the family will turn a blind eye, as long as they don't threaten the face of the family, they will completely treat this person as not a part of the family.

In order to restore his identity as a martial artist, Zhang Jiujiu tried all means, not only seeking medical advice, but also working hard in the exercises. However, all this he did was not recognized by the family, and some people even felt that his existence not only wasted the family's resources, but also became a shame for the family.

So two days ago, Zhang Xiangliang, the grandson of the fifth elder of the Zhang family, pretended to have a way to help Zhang Jiujiu, and deceived him to a cliff in the deepest part of the back mountain. Zhang Xiangliang told Zhang Jiujiu that there is a special field under this cliff that can nourish the meridians. Zhang Jiujiu is also a dead horse as a live horse doctor, no matter what the method is, he believes it is true. Zhang Xiangliang secretly pushed Zhang Jiujiu off the cliff.

However, it was also Zhang Jiujiu's fate, and in such a remote mountain, he actually passed by the villagers who returned from hunting. It is rare for the hunters in the mountains to go into such deep mountains. The wild animals in the mountains are too powerful, and if they do, ordinary warriors can't deal with them. Although Zhang Jiujiu survived, he lost his memory.

……

The door was opened, and this time it was a down-and-out middle-aged man, thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with square ears and a broad nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, sharp edges and corners, and he should have a handsome face, but his eyes were blank and muddy. A gray robe was wrapped around his body, holding a wine bottle in his hand, green stubble, and his hair was a little scattered, a few of which were scattered in front of his forehead almost blocking the view. No matter how you look at this image, you can describe it in one word: decadent!

The middle-aged man in front of him is Zhang Jiujiu's father, Zhang Zhenyue, who is also a waste talent whose meridians have been destroyed. The two fathers and sons are famous "waste father and son" in Tianmu City.

Zhang Zhenyue more than ten years ago was also a well-known figure in Tianmu City, although he did not change as much as Zhang Jiujiu. state, but he also broke through the Xuanshi level at the age of eighteen and became a Xuanshi, and at the age of twenty-five, he was already at the peak of the Xuanshi, and he could almost become one of the few spirit masters in Tianmu City. It's a pity that he was in a hurry, but he also ended up with a sneak attack. What happened to him is now being re-enacted in Zhang Jiujiu's body, which is really intriguing.

Zhang Zhenyue took a sip of wine, looked at Zhang Jiujiu and said faintly, "How do you feel?" Zhang Zhenyue didn't know that his son was deceived by others into being pushed off the cliff so far away in the mountains. He just wondered how his own son could have gone so far. He just knew that his son could do anything for the sake of practicing.

Zhang Jiujiu looked at his father with the same fate in front of him and said, "I can't die yet!" He was still a little dissatisfied with this father in his heart. Zhang Zhenyue has been in a slump since he lost his identity as a martial artist, and he has become what he is now. If his father was a very good man, who would dare to plot against himself. But my father was willing to fall like this. I don't have the courage to start over.

"That's good", Zhang Zhenyue sat down on the edge of the bed and asked, "Do you want to have a bite?" ”

Zhang Jiujiu didn't say anything polite to him, snatched the wine bottle in Zhang Zhenyue's hand, raised his head and poured it, the hot and spicy taste quickly filled his limbs, so he couldn't help but exhale "cool", and then poured a few more sips.

Zhang Zhenyue glanced at his son with complicated eyes, and then put his eyes on the stake, and he said lightly: "It is true that a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement, but it cannot be reflected in our father and son."

"Dad", Zhang Jiujiu called softly, and a resonant emotion surged up. The ostracism, ridicule, and ridicule he had received in the past two years came to his mind, and it seemed that he had also seen what his father had suffered from himself when he was young.

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, Jiu'er, don't force yourself anymore, your hard work is in your eyes, and your father is already pleased." Zhang Zhenyue said helplessly and mournfully.

What a beautiful scenery he was back then, he was almost designated as the patriarch of the next generation. It's a pity that the world is impermanent, and a natural disaster ** reversed the situation, and all this came to naught. Seeing his son rising and showing his edge, he also felt very comforted, but history repeated itself, so that his son had the same experience, and he had unspeakable pain and pain in his heart!

Zhang Jiujiu didn't respond, but his eyes gradually covered with a layer of mist. He can feel Li Wenqing's sincere care for him, and he can also feel Zhang Zhenyue's silent and unsparing care.

"What are you father and son talking about, Jiu'er, my mother boiled medicine for you, drink it while it's hot" Li Wenqing walked in with a bowl of medicine. She saw Zhang Jiujiu's depressed expression, and asked nervously, "Jiu'er, why are you crying, did your father say something about you again?" ”。 After speaking, Li Wenqing glared at Zhang Zhenyue angrily.

"I didn't ...... Mother, I just woke up. Zhang Jiujiu hurriedly covered up and said. Zhang Jiujiu felt that his head was still swollen, so he fell asleep after his parents left.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, Zhang Jiujiu didn't take half a step out of the door, he was just sorting out the memory fragments, so that he could recall the starting point as soon as possible.

At the same time, he also tried to run his true qi to see if the cliff field was really working on him. Until now, he has not doubted Zhang Xiangliang's true intentions. The twelve canons on his body were all shattered, and he had been practicing penance for two years but had gained nothing.

However, Zhang Jiujiu was not angry at this time, he had always insisted, he had always been like this, and he had never given up. He ran the exercises over and over again, failing again and again. When the true qi gathered in his body hit the wasted meridians over and over again, the pain tortured Zhang Jiujiu to death, but he still firmly believed that he could succeed.

"The Twelve Canons have been abolished, and only by re-washing the marrow, breaking through, and sorting out the meridians can we cultivate again." A voice rang in my head.

"Who? Who's in the house? Come out quickly, don't pretend to be a ghost! Zhang Jiujiu was startled, looked around and shouted, but did not get any response.