On a summer afternoon, the sun is still high in the sky, but the rain is falling more rapidly.

Annam Province governs Qiuhe Province and Tongyue Province, which is located in the southern waters and is the southern part of the Qianwu Kingdom.

Annam, Annam, as the name suggests, is an unstable place, bandits and pirates are rampant, but the imperial court did not send troops to settle this southern land.

Just because exterminating the thieves can't bring much benefit to the imperial court, it's better to fight a few more battles with the Dongliang Domain than to spend energy in this remote place. What's more, the strength of those thieves is not enough to attract the attention of Dugu Bancheng, and the officials below are too troublesome to clean up, and no one wants to do things without oil and water.

Therefore, the word "Annan" has become a kind of irony, but it is just to make those thieves more unscrupulous and evil.

To the north of Annam-do is the Wild Jungle and Mil-Nam Province. There is a Heishui River in the middle, the Heishui River is five hundred zhang wide, the water is deep and urgent, ordinary boatmen are not willing to ferry here, but let those warriors have an extra way to make a fortune.

After all, if the people of Annam Province want to go to the other twelve provinces, the safest and fastest way is to cross the Heishui River. In addition, there is only the island country that detours to the Dongliang Domain, and it is obvious that the latter will not only cost more, but will also be left in the enemy's territory forever if you are not careful.

Qiuhe Mansion, Qingyang County, there is a Mozhi Mountain by the Heishui River, the mountain is ninety-three zhang high.

On the mountainside of Mo Cheng Mountain, Luo Changning knelt in front of the monument, gritting his teeth tightly, he had been kneeling for a whole hour, but his back was still straight, and he was full of perseverance. He was only ten years old, he had never seen his father, and he had lost even his mother half a month ago.

Luo Changning's knees were already numb, and the sudden heavy rain was cold to his bones, but he didn't move a single bit.

He had never practiced martial arts, but his tenacity would never be lost to any child his age! The rain washed down on his coarse linen white clothes, cutting holes in him, but the young man was so immersed in grief that he had no sense of his own condition or that of the outside world.

In his eyes, there was nothing but this stone tablet.

Out of the forest came a man, dressed in a black cloak and a face mask, without a trace of skin exposed. The man stepped on the muddy water, came behind Luo Changning, and suddenly threw a punch and smashed it into his back.

The fist wind was wrapped in internal force, and under one blow, Luo Changning's kneeling body crashed into the stone tablet, and blood was immediately seen on his forehead. Lying in the mud, he wanted to see who his attackers were, but he was blinded by the heavy rain.

"Can a single fist knock you out, do you know how powerful your enemy is?" The man's voice seemed to come out of an urn, hoarse and deep.

Luo Changning was like in a dream, his mind was confused, except for the sound of rain, he only heard the word "enemy", and he couldn't hear anything else.

Struggling to get up, he wiped a handful of rain and muddy water from his face. When he could barely open his eyes, he looked up at the masked man: "Ahem, enemy, who is my enemy......"

"Dugu Bancheng," the man said slowly, "The human emperor of the Qianwu Kingdom, Dugu Bancheng." ”

"Dugu Bancheng......" Luo Changning muttered this unfamiliar name, "What enmity does he have against me?" ”

"Father's revenge. Your mother also died because of him. "The man seemed to be holding back something.

"Mother, didn't my mother die of illness?" Luo Changning blinked, the blood on his forehead slid down and flowed into his eyes, painful and astringent, but he ignored it.

Luo Changning didn't know who the man who suddenly appeared was, but he had an intuition. Just today, the questions that bothered him before, the past things that my aunt has been unwilling to talk about, will get an answer and an explanation.

Why did the so-called father never show up after he was born, but suddenly came the news that he died outside, and there were no dead bones.

It was so sudden that everyone was defenseless. Luo Changning still remembers that when the news came to the Su family's courtyard, the air was filled with despair and sorrow, some from his mother, and some from ...... From my aunt's.

"Your father's name is Luo Feng, he is a member of the royal family of the former dynasty Fengyan Kingdom, and he is also the first swordsman in the world, and he has pursued the peak of martial arts all his life. In order to advance to the Heavenly Realm, he entered the wild jungle to seek opportunities, but was ambushed by his former enemies. He killed all the enemies, and he himself was seriously injured, unconscious on the edge of the wild jungle, and was rescued by your mother-in-law, Su Qinqin, and brought back to Sujiazhuang to recuperate. ”

"The two have been in love for a long time, and he has decided to stay with your mother with peace of mind. But Dugu Bancheng launched a mutiny, and the war raged, as the royal family of Fengyan Kingdom, Luo Feng naturally couldn't stand idly by, and finally died on the battlefield. Your mother also went crazy because of this, and she was crazy with worries, and finally the oil ran out, and the incense died. ”

"Therefore, Dugu Bancheng has an enmity with you, and you kill him to be worthy of being a son of man." The man's voice also seemed to carry a touch of pain, "If you want revenge, you have to practice martial arts, and if you want to practice martial arts, you have to shed blood!" Are you ready? ”

I don't know when the rain has stopped, Luo Changning's hair is scattered, the wound on his forehead has not healed, and a wisp of blood has flowed through his eyebrows and eyes to his cheeks.

He suddenly laughed, but there was a monstrous hatred in his words that did not match his age: "Hahaha, what about the human emperor!" Dugu Bancheng, one day, you will die in the hands of my Luo Changning! ”

Luo Changning only knew that his mother was crazy for the death of his father, who had never been alive, but no one had ever told him that his father was a hero and an object of admiration in the eyes of many martial artists, Luo Feng.

The world's first swordsman, what an honor this is! What's more, Luo Feng was only in the innate realm to be given such a name, so you can imagine how rebellious his comprehension of sword intent is. If he had successfully stepped into the Heavenly Realm, what kind of brilliant scene would he have created?

Warriors in the world are proud of using swords, but Luo Feng found another way and relied on the knife in his hand to kill a bloody road.

Luo Changning never thought that his father would be such an admirable existence, even he, a person who had not been exposed to martial arts cultivation, had been enthusiastic because of the name Luo Feng, and his infinite yearning and imagination for the rivers and lakes rose.

A royal prodigal son who is bent on pursuing martial arts, in the end, picked up the knife in his hand and slashed at the rebels for the honor of his family, and died on the battlefield, which has to be embarrassing!

"Okay, worthy of being Luo Feng's descendant! It's a pity ......" The man's yin and yang strange aura is aura.

"What a pity?" Luo Changning couldn't see through the man covered in black cloth in front of him, but he knew that the man was the guide on his road to revenge, and he could only choose to believe in the man.

"Boom," the man suddenly laughed, adding a weirdness to the mountains and forests after the rain, "It's a pity that I'm just a martial artist in the day after tomorrow, and I can't really help you much." But being your enlightened master is always enough. ”

Luo Changning knelt down with his knees bent and kowtowed three times in the muddy water: "Apprentice Luo Changning has seen the master, one day as a teacher, and a father for life." The apprentice will definitely learn martial arts seriously and never disappoint the master's grace today. ”

"A teacher for one day, a father for life...... I hope you don't forget what you said today. ”

"Remember."

In the Yaohua Continent, there are three kinds of people who teach martial arts, one is a master, one is a master, and one is a teacher.

A martial artist can only worship one master in his life, one day as a master and a lifelong father, and a master and a father, which is the relationship between master and apprentice. In other words, once you worship the master, you can't recognize others as teachers or join other sects, otherwise you will betray the master, you will be cleared, and you will be condemned by the world.

The relationship between a warrior and a master is that of a master and a disciple, and a martial artist can have several masters at the same time and learn different martial arts. But we must also respect the teacher and not do things that are unfavorable to the teacher.

Finally, there are teachers, who are hired by warriors to teach themselves martial arts, and belong to the relationship between money and goods. Of course, most martial artists have more respect for their teachers, so as to show their bearing and upbringing.

"Well, in this way, in the future, you will come to this monument on time at three o'clock every day, and I will teach you martial arts."

"Yes, Master."

"You go down the mountain, the family should be in a hurry."

"Retire in vain." Luo Changning thought of his aunt Su Meng, and was afraid that his aunt would be worried, so he said goodbye and left.

On Mo Cheng Mountain, only this man in black, who didn't even show the tips of his fingers, quietly stared at Su Qinqin's tombstone. I don't know how long later, the man took off his one-piece cloak and put it in front of the monument, took out a fire fold and lit it.

The man was also wearing burlap clothes, although it was coarse linen, but it could not hide the innate nobility. His eyes are like ink, as if he is talking to himself: what he did today is right or wrong. In any case, I have to do it......

Luo Changning hurriedly went down Mozhi Mountain, walked quickly through the streets and alleys, and returned to the Su family's courtyard with less than a stick of incense.

The small courtyard is actually not small, there are 12 wings alone, the front yard, the atrium, the backyard three gardens also have lotus ponds, and there are three study rooms and two pharmacies. It's just that compared to the Su family's manor in Miao Nandao, it is not worth mentioning.

The Su family was originally a Gu poison family, but the people were thin, and when it was passed on to Su Qinqin's father, Su Zhen's generation, the lineage was even more withered. Su Zhen was infatuated, and his wife couldn't have children after giving birth to two daughters, and he didn't marry another, but recognized Su Qinqin's cousin Wen Rugong as his righteous son and taught him the art of Gu poison that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Wen Rugong is outstanding, he can be described as a Gu making wizard, Su Zhen has high hopes for him and teaches him carefully. It's just that the good times didn't last long, and when Wen Rugong was fourteen years old, Su Zhen and his wife passed away one after another.

Only Wen Rugong, Su Qinqin, Su Meng sisters, and more than sixty servants were left in the huge Sujiazhuang.

Later, King Wuling Dugu rebelled in half a city, and less than two months after Luo Feng went to the battlefield, the three cousins dismissed their slaves and took refuge in Qingyang County and opened a small medical center.

Soon, Luo Changning was born. It's just that before he could enjoy his mother's love, the news of Luo Feng's death in battle came, and Su Qinqin went crazy while she was still in confinement.

……

"Auntie!" As soon as Luo Changning entered the courtyard, he saw Su Meng in the pavilion.

At this moment, Su Mengzheng gently shook the pu fan with his bare hands, fanning the fire on the small stove on the stone table. Something was boiling on the stove, the water was boiling and gurgling, and the air was filled with the smell of shredded ginger and brown sugar.

Hearing Luo Changning's shout, Su Meng turned his head to look at his nephew who was trotting over.