When the master was thirteen years old, he was admitted to the school, and Yang Qinglan thought as she walked, he had no father and no mother, and the master was his father.

He was an orphan who lost his parents at the age of seven and has since been living on the streets, a beggar as a rat and a life worse than a dog.

He did everything to be fed, he grabbed food from beggars younger than him, fought with them, and once was smashed into a big hole by a little beggar, he grabbed the remaining half of the bun with the dog in the garbage heap, and was often bitten by the dog, and was often injured by the dogs; he stole the pancakes of the small vendors, and his hands were all soaked, and if he was lucky, he could steal half a pancake, and if he was unlucky, he was beaten half to death by the vendors......

He was often hungry and he couldn't sleep well. Because he had no place to sleep, his parents left him only a cave, which was later taken up, and he wandered around and lived in darkness, and then he learned to steal, and his life became better, and he did not go hungry when he stole money to buy things.

But stealing is also more dangerous, because the person who taught him to steal told him not to steal from the poor, but in this world, a person who has a little money will cultivate, and if he is caught with half a life, he will go, and he doesn't know how many times he has been injured, and he is very strange that he was not killed.

When he met the master, he had been wandering outside for six years, and at this time he was wearing the clothes he had stolen, and the money he had stolen the day before yesterday had been used up, and he was ready to enter the market again to steal.

He saw a chubby middle-aged man walking in the crowd, he was dressed very decently, dressed in a luxurious light blue robe, with a round head, and the person looked stupid, Yang Qinglan was secretly happy in his heart, thinking that he had encountered a lack of fat, so he pretended to be a normal passer-by and approached him, after years of exercise, his stealing skills have been perfected, and it is not easy to steal this fat man, but he didn't expect that as soon as he reached out to his money bag, he was grabbed by the fat man, and his wrist seemed to be clamped by iron tongs.

But he didn't panic, although he was only thirteen years old, but with his many years of experience, and with his young age, as long as he fell to the ground, splashed, rolled, attracted everyone to watch, this fat man would let him go in the way of face, but he didn't expect that when he was about to do this, he was caught by the fat man under the armpit, and then the wind in his ears, the object in front of him retreated sharply, and in less than a moment, he had been taken to a bamboo forest in the suburbs.

The fat man threw him to the ground and squinted at him. He thought that he would definitely die today, but he didn't expect that he was going to die at such a young age, he sat on the ground, didn't beg for mercy, didn't speak, didn't shed tears, just yelled in his heart that God was unfair, why did God treat him like this, let him lose his parents, let him live on the streets, and now let him die early.

He was killed, waited for a long time, but did not see the fat man move, secretly glanced at the fat man, found that the fat man was circling around him, his eyes looked around him, he had a chill, is it not that this fat man has taken a fancy to himself, there are many perverts who like boys in this world, and the little beggar who looks a little more delicate like him, he has seen a lot of them caught by those perverts, if that is the case, he would rather die immediately.

While he was thinking wildly, the fat man finally spoke, and said a sentence that he could never have imagined, and a sentence that changed his fate.

"Child, I see that you have a peculiar endowment, which is suitable for cultivating my internal exercises, why don't you be my apprentice!"

Since then, Yang Qinglan has been cultivating with his master, and after ten years of this cultivation, he has also become the master's eldest disciple and the senior brother of many people.

Before he knew it, he had walked to the door of Yang Liu's room, and further on was the master's bedroom. This willow is as cold as frost, beautiful as a flower, he saw the master send him away when he was a child, he really sympathized with her at that time, so young to be sent away.

Unexpectedly, not long ago, she came back by herself, and he was really happy for her and for the master.

It's just strange that Miss Yang Liu's relationship with Master doesn't seem to be so harmonious. Master seems to like his son even more, the kid named Yang Tianxiao, since Yang Liu came back, he has been asking about the whereabouts of that kid, to be honest, Yang Qinglan doesn't like that kid, he is still so young and arrogant, relying on the master is his father and often bullies him.

Yang Qinglan stopped here for a while, thought for a while, and was about to enter the door to ask about Saruo's situation. Yang Qinglan has been rescued twice in his life, once is the master, once is Saruo, if it wasn't for Saruo that day, he really didn't know if there was still a life, so he was very grateful to Saruo from the bottom of his heart, regarded him as his life-saving benefactor, and secretly vowed to repay him for saving his life, and now Saro has become a waste, and his oath has not wavered at all, so he is very concerned about Saruo's situation.

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one came to open it, it seemed that she was not at home, so Yang Qinglan had to give up and go to the master. Master seems to have suffered a lot of injuries today, and it stands to reason that he should be healing, but I don't know what is important, so I sent my junior brother Zhang Xiaohui to find him.

Master's door is open. "Master, the disciple is here!" he shouted, and found that no one answered, and his heart was very strange, and he shouted a few more times, but there was still no response, and he groaned for a long time, and his secret feeling was not good, is the master's injury very serious?

Master's face was purple, his lips were black, there was still blood at the corners of his mouth, and the spiritual power on his body flickered, and through these spiritual powers, the big bed behind him seemed to be constantly distorting.

I have known Master for so many years, except that Master is a little older, his fat body shape has not changed at all, Yang Qinglan is really strange sometimes, Master looks like a mountain of meat, how can he still refine the cultivation exercises in the door to such a high level, how can he dare to imagine how he would think he was stupid when he first met Master.

Yang Qinglan stood in place and observed for a while, and found that the master's injuries this time were still relatively serious, and he didn't know what kind of battle he had with Sect Master Jiang. Master has hoped to obtain the inner martial arts all his life, but Sect Master Najiang just won't give it, and Yang Qinglan sometimes feels very unfair for his master.

He lifted his steps slightly, then lowered them again, hesitating whether he should go and help Master heal. In fact, his strength is far more than what he showed in front of his fellow disciples, only Xuanwu Triple Realm, he is now at the Xuanwu Eightfold Realm, only one realm lower than that crazy uncle.

It's just that the master asked him to hide his strength, so that he could make his unexpected pawn after falling out with Sect Master Jiang in the future, so he often behaved like a very low cultivation, even if he was about to be killed by Jiang Yiyun, he didn't want to expose his strength, just because this was the master's order, even if he lost his life, he had to obey the master's orders.

Therefore, everyone in the sect thought that he was just an ordinary disciple who worked hard to cultivate, but his talent was not high, but they didn't know that if this was the case, how could the master take a fancy to himself as a beggar, and bring himself back to the sect and accept him as a closed disciple.

It's just that now he has encountered a problem, the master is so seriously injured, and helping the master heal his injuries by himself, can it be regarded as exposing his strength?

Just as he hesitated, he saw Master spit out another mouthful of blood. He didn't think much about it anymore, he hurriedly walked behind him, sat down cross-legged, put his palms against Master's vest, and quickly introduced spiritual power into Master's body, helping Master repair the meridians.

His cultivation is all taught by the master, and his spiritual power comes from the same source as the master, so it is easy to integrate with the spiritual power that the master is running, but it feels like the master is beginning to resist a little, and it is a little sluggish, and then it slowly becomes unblocked.

They sat here for about two hours, the master's damaged meridians have all been restored, they have a tacit understanding, Yang Qinglan withdrew the excess spiritual power in her body, held her breath, and breathed by herself for a while, then walked in front of the master, knelt down, and said, "Disciple Qinglan, meet the master!"

Even with his head down, he could feel Master's reproachful gaze. "Do you still know that I am your master, do you still have me as a master in your eyes?"

No matter how the master blamed, Yang Qinglan would not say half a word to talk back, he just lowered his head lower. "Master, please punish Master!"

"Since you let Master punish you, do you know where you are wrong?"

"Master, a disciple should not take matters into his own hands and risk exposure to help Master heal his wounds. ”

Master stood up and walked up to him, and he looked at Master's shoes under his blue robe, which was the same style as when he met him ten years ago.

Yang Qinglan only felt sweat dripping from his forehead, he couldn't disobey the master, the master was as kind to him as a mountain. He waited for the master's punishment, but found that the master did not speak or move for a long time. After a while, he heard Master sigh, and then saw Master reach out to help him, and he hurriedly stood up on his own.

"You help me heal my wounds, how can I be embarrassed to punish you!" Master turned around and sat back on the bed, "It's just that you can't hold your breath too much, Master is injured, Master will take care of himself, I don't need your help, why, now that you are in Xuanwu Eightfold, you think your master is not as good as you?"

"Master, the disciple doesn't dare!" Yang Qinglan hurriedly said. Master has reached the realm of Yuanwu, and he is just a little ant in front of Master.

"That's it, that's it!" Master said, "You were brought up by me, I don't know your character yet, it's just that you used to do very well, and you didn't fight back when you were beaten like that by Jiang Yiyun's kid, and it's hard for you, but now is the critical time, the sect master has already taken action against me, and there are still a lot of places where you can be used in the future, you must not be exposed at this time, I have let you endure for so many years, I know that you are very wronged, you must endure it again, it is considered that the master begs you." ”

The master actually spoke to him in such a tone, and Yang Qinglan was so frightened that she knelt on the ground again. "The disciple is terrified!"

Master came over again to help himself up and said, "Your talent is really good, but you also have to remember that your physique is only suitable for the exercises in my sect, if it is other exercises, your talent is not so good!" Master sat down again, this time, he resumed his previous attitude towards himself, and said, "I called you here today because there is something else, you have to listen to me!"