Unsullied world.

The valley of the Hanging Yang River, because of the turbulent Linyang River, goes down along the Yanyun Mountains, meets the Hanging Cloud Peak and is diverted, and the river channel widens, resulting in a large amount of sediment deposited down to form a rich plain with a radius of 100 miles, and gets its name.

In the early spring of the river valley, the winter cold still refuses to leave, a round of sunset hangs lazily in the sky, shining in a small city called Chujiabao, but the temperature of the afterglow does not give this small city too much warmth, there is hardly anyone on the street, only in the martial arts arena a strong young man is practicing boxing, but a move is a little impatient, and the powerful force shakes the sunken bluestone on the ground trembles for a while.

At this time, several young people came talking and laughing, and one of the young men walking in the middle saw the young man in the martial arts training ground, and asked sarcastically: "What's the matter? You little blacksmith is sulking alone here, aren't you? Why don't you go and see your 'master', I'm afraid it won't work after today!"

The young man who was practicing boxing, when he heard this person's words, suddenly stopped, and said viciously: "You fart, the young master will be fine!" After speaking, he rushed up angrily, and stretched out his hand to pull the man's collar.

When the other young people saw this, they were anxious when they said a word, and they hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Suddenly, the young man scuffled with a few people who came over, and kept scolding while slapping his mouth, but no one noticed that the young man's eyes were already full of tears.

"What are you little ghosts doing, hurry home, or I'll tell your lords!" At this moment, a tall man in the costume of a guard passed by, and when he saw this group of children making trouble here, he couldn't help but step forward to stop it.

When several young men saw that a guard was coming to drive them away, they immediately stopped their hands, and then dispersed in a hurry, and in an instant, only the previous boxing boy was left, and at this time his nose and face were swollen.

When the guard saw the young man, he stepped forward and patted his shoulder and said, "Dacheng, what's the matter?

The young man hesitated for a moment, and then turned around, but he didn't go far before he immediately turned around and asked, "Is the young master okay?"

When the guard heard the young man's sudden turnaround and question, he was stunned for a moment, and only then did he react, and said, "Ah, it's okay, don't worry, young master Jiren has his own natural appearance, and besides, Doctor Hua has gone." ”

"Oh!" After hearing this, the young man agreed slightly, and then turned to leave again, but he could see his lonely figure at this time, and it was estimated that only he knew the pain in his heart at this time.

At this time, in an inconspicuous small courtyard in Chujiabao, a few big trees without leaves were swaying with the wind, looking as if they were shivering.

On the bed in the middle of the house lay a pale young man, about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Sitting beside the bed was an old man with gray and messy hair and a tattered gray robe, who was checking the pulse of the young man, his brows furrowed from time to time, and his face was puzzled and regretful.

Behind the old man stood a girl carrying a medicine box, dressed in a long green dress, shabby but neat, with two strands of hair hanging down naturally, just right to cover her handsome face.

At the other end of the bed, there sat a beautiful woman, slightly luxuriously dressed, but it was difficult to hide her haggard face, two lines of tears, I don't know when it had dried up.

Behind the beautiful woman stood a tall, hard-looking man, who stared at the old man's face and clenched his fists from time to time.

At this time, there was not even a trace of sound in the room, and this silence made people feel collapsed.

Some...

"Alas"

The old man sighed softly, carefully put the boy's cold little hand back into the quilt, and gently tucked it again, before he got up and said to the middle-aged man and the beautiful woman: "Old and incompetent, I am afraid that I can't do anything about the illness of Prince Chu, and please let the two of you mourn and change."

Then he waved at the girl behind him and said, "Ling'er, let's go!", and then walked out of the door despite the girl's hesitant steps.

The girl's eyes were shining, she opened her mouth, looked at the boy lying on the bed again, and finally did not make a sound, turned her head and left with the old man.

Hearing the old man's words, the beautiful woman immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, tears had already gushed out frantically, and she choked up a few times, but for some reason she couldn't make a sound.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he hurriedly reached out to pat the young woman's back, and then gritted his teeth fiercely, walked out of the door quickly, bowed to the old and young who left, and said, "There is Mr. Laohua, please go slowly!"

When I turned back and walked into the house, I had already heard the heart-rending cry coming from inside the house.

The middle-aged man quickly turned around and returned to the beautiful woman's side, put his hand on her shoulder, and gently hugged it into his arms, and tears flowed without hesitation.

At this time, the two old men and women, who were both dressed as subordinates, had already rushed to hear the sound, and when they saw the scene in the house, they immediately understood, and tears instantly filled their eyes.

At this time, the boy lying on the bed was Chu Yang, a boy who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, this middle-aged man was his father Chu Qi, and the beautiful woman was his mother Huang Jing.

When Chu Qi saw the two old men, he quickly wiped away his tears and said, "Yang'er, he is gone, he is very peaceful, and he has not suffered too much sin, go tell the patriarch." ”

When the old man heard Chu Qi's words, he nodded, then looked at the young man on the bed, and then slowly turned around and left.

The old woman also stepped forward to take care of Huang Jing at this time.

Chu Qi took a few steps back, stopped in front of a chair next to him, and then sat down, his eyes fixed on Chu Yang's immature and pale face.

"Chu Yang in this short 13 years, gave this family too much joy and surprises, 5 years old began to practice martial arts, less than a year to the 'Baji Boxing', 'Tong Back Boxing', 'Yin Yang Palm' and other basic martial arts to play the like, 10 years old in the clan meeting shines, successively defeated several Chu family slightly older than him young leaders, once praised by the family as a rare genius in a thousand years, was pinned on high hopes. ”

"But since last year, Chu Yang's body has suddenly become weak and sickly, and he has sought medical treatment in many ways, but he has not improved, and today, it is..."

"Alas!"

Chu Qi thought of this, a tingling pain, an indescribable sense of powerlessness, he grabbed the corner of the chair tightly with one hand, listening to his wife's heart-rending cry, and there seemed to be one picture after another in front of him:

"Father, I've grown up, I can practice martial arts, I want to protect you and my mother!" a five-year-old boy looked at his father with his fists clenched and his eyes firmly on him.

"Father, I'm also going to the clan meeting, I'm not necessarily worse than them!"

"Yes, I defeated four people today, how about it? Father, am I amazing?"

"Father, tomorrow's opponent is Brother Chu Yan, he is very strong, but I am confident to defeat him!

"Father, I can't practice martial arts anymore, I don't feel like I have the slightest strength!"