When he walked out of the cave, it was already dark, Wu Wenkang didn't follow, it seemed that as the elder of the Forgotten Worry Pavilion, he trusted Yun Wangshu, the young master, very much.

"Aren't we going to see Lord Luna?" Cheng Wu wondered, as the two of them were walking down the mountain at this time.

"Let's go. Yun Wangshu stood in place and said lightly.

"Are you going to let me go?" asked Cheng Wu.

"Hmm. ”

"Although I haven't been to Wangshu Tower, I also know that Wangshu Tower's Forget Worry Pavilion is not so easy to escape. Cheng Wu didn't go down, but sat on the mountain road, looked at the mountain and said.

"What do you want to say?"

"I'm bait. Cheng Wu said.

"You don't believe me, either?"

"Xu An said that there is only one person on this building who can be trusted. I believe in you, but I don't believe in this building. Cheng Wu shook his head and said.

"Then what are you going to do, just wait here for death. Yun Wangshu laughed happily when he heard this, no longer the same kind of coldness as before, like a little woman's posture, but because of the angle, no one could see this beautiful picture.

"Can you tell me what's in the pool below?" Cheng Wu didn't answer Yun Wangshu's question, but asked what was in the pool below.

"Piranha. Yun Wangshu felt that something was wrong with Cheng Wu, but he still answered his question.

"Thank you. ”

After Cheng Wu finished speaking, he stood up from the ground and looked in the southeast direction for a long time, which was the direction of Shangwu City, the capital of the Wuqing Empire.

"The building is really high, and the east is very far away. After looking at it for a while, Cheng Wu retracted his gaze and said to himself.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Yun Wangshu felt more and more that something was wrong with Cheng Wu.

"Wangshulou has no reason to do anything to me, so I'm just a bait, and if I die, I'm just going to die. Cheng Wu turned around and looked at Yun Wangshu and said.

"You two are exactly the same. Yun Wangshu was stunned when he heard this.

Cheng Wu laughed out loud when he heard this, he didn't have the consciousness of being on the run at all, and it seemed that he was no longer worried about being discovered.

Without any other movements, Cheng Wu laughed and immediately jumped off the mountain.

The cold wind blew across his face, faster and faster, and there was a pool of water underneath, and maybe he wouldn't have been thrown to his death, but whoever it was probably would have preferred to be killed than fall into the pool, because there were a large school of piranhas.

Cheng Wu didn't close his eyes, but stared at the pool below, as if he wanted to remember every piranha that was about to bite him.

It is said that three seconds before a person dies, the most important episode of his life comes to mind.

3......

"Dad, what are you going to do?"

A tiger-headed child in the room looked at a middle-aged man standing at the door and said.

The middle-aged man's dress is very ordinary, he has a sword on his back, not so much a sword as a stone, there are many uneven pits on the sword, the sword body is very wide, there is no blade, it is not sharp, it feels thick, as if there are thousands of catties, and I don't know how the man carried this sword.

"Daddy is going to challenge someone. The middle-aged man's words had a strong local accent.

"Why do you want to challenge?" the boy clearly didn't understand the man's actions.

"Because this sword wants to challenge him, and Dad wants to challenge him. The middle-aged man thought carefully for a moment, then squatted down and said.

"What if I lose?"

"If you lose, you lose, if I don't come back, you can bring this sword back if you can, don't think about avenging me. ”

"Will you die if you lose?"

"Perhaps. ”

"Then why don't you just go?"

The man did not answer the boy's question, but rubbed the boy's head indulgently, and then walked out of the house.

"Village chief, this child is entrusted to you to take care of, if I don't come back, the money should be enough for him to grow up. The man walked out of the house and said to an old man, and took out a large bag of silver tickets.

"Tianshuang, we finally have a strong man like you in this village, when will you be able to change your sword idiot's problem. The village chief sighed helplessly and said.

The man did not reply, and walked south with his sword on his back, never looking back along the way.

Two months later.

"Don't worry, your dad will win. The village chief looked at the little boy and said.

The boy didn't reply, just leaned on the window and looked out, and in the past two months, the boy has become a lot quieter, just looking out of the window every day.

Another month later.

"Your dad should be able to come back, and it's not like if he loses and dies there. The village chief shook his head helplessly and said to the boy.

The boy still didn't reply, just sat in the house, didn't dare to look out the window, the boy rarely even went out of the door in the month, just lowered his head, and immediately looked up and looked out when he heard a movement outside the door, but every time he saw it was disappointed.

Another two months later.

"Go and sweep the ground outside, and then go up the hill to chop wood, and sit in the house day after day, where will you get the money to eat?" a middle-aged man shouted at the boy.

The old village chief died of a serious illness a month ago, and before leaving, he had no choice but to ask his son to take care of the boy.

When the boy heard this, he picked up a broom and walked out of the door, and when he walked to the man's side, he was pushed hard by the man, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Can you go faster, it's like a dead father all day long. The man scolded.

The boy had many more scars on his body, and he was much thinner than before, and his dark face was covered with clearly visible red marks.

Hearing this, the boy stood up and said word by word to the man, "My father is not dead!"

After speaking, the boy began to cry loudly, even if he was beaten hard by the man, he insisted on not crying, but at this time his tears could not be stopped.

"It doesn't matter if he's dead or not, hurry up and work, the little money your father gave you is not enough to eat, don't think about eating again if you don't work." The man didn't bother with him either.

The boy wiped his tears and began to sweep the floor silently, but today he couldn't sweep the ground, because there were always tears falling from it.

The boy stopped sweeping, picked up a firewood knife and rope and began to go to the mountains to chop wood.

In the evening, the boy struggled to pull a rope in front of him, and at the end of the rope was tied a large bundle of chopped firewood, which was even taller than the boy's size, and I don't know how the boy dragged it.

The boy pulled the firewood to the door, untied the rope with two small hands with red and swollen palms that were still oozing blood, and put a pile of firewood in the firewood room.

"Can you move faster?" the man yelled at the boy.

The boy's dinner was two steamed buns and a bowl of water, and he sat at the door of the firewood room and ate the steamed buns in his hand in silence.

......

The pool below was already close, and Cheng Wu slowly closed his eyes.

......

A young man stood in front of a large door with three large characters clearly written on the plaque: Imperial Spirit Division.

"What are you doing here?" the two green-shirted disciples at the door asked.

"I want to worship under the Imperial Spirit Division and learn to cultivate. The boy spoke.

"You wait a minute. After one of the disciples finished speaking, he opened the door and walked inside.

After a while, an old man came out of it, and the old man walked up to Cheng Wu, closed his eyes, felt it carefully, then shook his head, and then walked towards the door.

"Please take me as an apprentice. Seeing this, the young man immediately knelt down on his knees and said.

"You can't control spiritual power, you can't learn to cultivate, so let's find an errand to do. The old man said without looking back.

"Isn't there any other way to make me stronger than cultivation?" the young man knelt on the ground and shouted unwillingly forward.

"Being a warrior will make you stronger. ”

"I am willing to become a martial artist, and I ask the master to take me as an apprentice. The young man heard that there was still a chance to say it immediately, and then kowtowed to the old man a few times, and when he raised his head, blood slowly oozed from his forehead, but the young man was smiling.

"I don't accept martial artists in the Imperial Spirit Division, you can cultivate on your own. The old man shook his head helplessly.

"What should I do?"

"Cultivate your body. ”

Since then, there has been an extra boy in the Imperial Spirit Division, and that young man is not a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Division, and in the eyes of the disciples, that young man is like a handyman.

Every morning before dawn, a figure ran out of the Imperial Spirit Division, carrying water from a stream ten miles away, so tirelessly.

When the disciples woke up, the water tanks in the Imperial Spirit Division were all filled with water.

Then it was up the hill to chop wood.

The boy's life didn't seem to change much compared to before, but the boy was happy because he could feel that he was slowly getting stronger and his body was getting taller and stronger.

After a while.

"Master, I feel that my current improvement is very slow, but what other way can I do it?" the young man asked.

"The cultivation of martial artists can't be in a hurry, the Imperial Spirit Division is just a small sect, it can't help you much, you are still young, you should go outside to see more. ”

"Where can I go?"

"Wangshu Tower in the West, Sword Spirit Gate in the South, Spirit Academy in the North, and Spirit Refining Pavilion in the East, these four places can be visited. ”

"Where should I go?"

"The Spirit Academy is just an academy, and the Spirit Refining Pavilion is also majoring in spiritual power, if it is you, it should be the most suitable to go to the Sword Spirit Gate, the Sword Spirit Gate pays attention to the sword into the spirit, and does not rely too much on spiritual power. ”

"I'm not going to the Sword Spirit Gate, what about Wangshu Tower?" the young man said as he clasped his hands.

"Wangshulou is the most powerful sect organization in the world, but it's better not to go if you can. The old master paused and then looked at the young man and said.

"Thank you, I'll go to Wangshu Tower. ”

"If you can put it down, it's better to put it down as soon as possible. The old master shook his head and said.

"Thank you for your education. ”

"Take this knife with you. The old master sighed and continued, knowing that he could not persuade the boy to do what he wanted to do.

The young man knelt on his knees and bowed to the old master very seriously.

Then he got up and walked west with a big knife on his back, but he always turned back along the way.