Chapter 10 Hello, I'm Guan Yun

(After all, Guan Yun is the first protagonist in this book, and the perspective slowly turns back from here.) ）

My name is Guan Yun, and I am the descendant of the seventh-generation Jiangmen Guan family of the Star Luo Empire, and the only bloodline left in the world.

Well, where do I start telling my story?

Ha! Is there a dynasty in your world called the Song Dynasty? My family is the equivalent of the Yang Gate known to you.

They were all forced to death by the so-called emperor.

Martial soul mutation, do you know? Some people call it the biggest gamble on the Douluo Continent, the person who wins is indispensable, if he loses, hehe, it will be no different from me today.

Chopping the horse knife Guan family, this should be the full name of our family,

But with the inheritance from generation to generation, our family's bloodline has "declined" for some reason.

When I arrived at my grandfather's generation, although my grandfather's martial soul was also a horse sword, but the innate soul power was only level five, and the fifth-level innate soul power was placed in the homes of ordinary people, I am afraid that it would be regarded as green smoke on the ancestral grave, but it was a catastrophe for my family.

It was from that time that the attitude of the Emperor of the Star Dou Empire towards my Guan family began to become subtle.

No, it should be said that the nobles of the entire Star Dou Empire began to show a wonderful sense of awkwardness towards the Guan family,

All the changes should start with my father, and the whole family has high hopes...... My father,

But God gave our family a slap in the face, my father's martial spirit... It's actually a firewood knife.

A kind of martial soul that marks the common people, marks the waste...... chai knife,

The ridicule that can ring in my ears almost every day has made my father develop a cowardly character since he was a child, and his innate soul power of two levels has made him quickly reach the peak that the world has given him... Twenty-ninth level Assault Weapon Soul Master.

His life has been spent in the sound of invective, until my birth, my growth, everything changed,

Hey? Doesn't that seem ominous?

Like it was dusk?

As usual, I slept in my father's arms and asked a question that had been buried in my heart for a long time,

"Dad, why do I always feel like a lot of people are bullying you? Even some of the uncles in the family have that weird feeling. ”

Dad stroked my head and smiled with the usual cowardice that seemed to outsiders, but it seemed warm to me.

"This is the life given to me by God, God has given it, we have to bear it, God is fair."

I remember that at the end of his sentence, the look in his eyes didn't seem right, and I don't know what it was now...... Unwilling?

"Then what kind of life will God give me in the future?"

When I asked this, my father was already stunned, and then he hugged me into his arms, I don't know what happened, only that his shoulders were shaking very much, and my hair seemed to be wet.

Maybe my father already knew what my life was like at that time, firewood knife? Maybe it's a razor?

The next day, my father left the Star Luo Imperial Capital with my mother and me, and my father only left a letter for my grandfather.

Our family eventually settled in a remote tribe in the north, where my father became a teacher and my mother taught the women of the tribe some of the trades.

The north is so cold, my hands have always been red when I am cold, but I like it here, because my father will no longer be discriminated against, and he doesn't need to live carefully, the strong here exist to protect the weak, not to be born superior,

When I got Grandpa's message again, was it about half a year later? An old housekeeper in our house brought a letter and a piece of news that broke our family's heart, that Grandpa had died.

It is said that when the emperor of the Star Luo Empire ascended the throne, he charged my grandfather with rebellion, and I heard my father's roar at that time.

"It's ridiculous, my father is only a fifty-ninth level Soul King, and he has no soldiers and no power, how can he participate in the struggle of the Star Dou Imperial Family? How is that possible? How is that possible? ”

How is it possible to say two sentences in a row? In fact, my father knew in his heart that his grandfather's death was just because the new emperor felt that there was still a soul king-level marquis standing in the court and was embarrassed.

A fifty-ninth level soul king, is there any difference between him and an ant in the eyes of his soul saint?

My father and mother also lost their lives.

It's just two great soul masters, of course, it's not worth the elite of the empire to capture it personally,

So my father and mother were killed by a soul king who passed by our tribe "by the way".

I was hidden under my bed, and I saw with my own eyes that with a wave of my hand, I was an orphan.

I was four years old that year, and the tribe expelled me,

The high priest told me that the tribe did not keep idlers, but he was only afraid that I would bring disaster to them.

I used to resent them, but I knew they didn't do anything wrong, my enemy was a behemoth that they couldn't possibly face, my parents were gone, I couldn't let my partners be without parents.

I told myself to go farther, to go farther, that I had to live, and that there would be hope for everything if I lived.

I joined a mercenary group, and I was almost taken as a slave, I began to have enough to eat, I couldn't wear warm clothes, and many parts of my body were blue from the cold.

More than once I wanted to die, maybe to see my parents again, but I wanted revenge.

I told an uncle who had been taking care of my caravan about my thoughts, and he smiled and touched my head, just like my father.

"Why revenge? What about after paying the vengeance? Xiaoyun, have you seen the world? ”

These words were like my father's admonition, and I began to ponder, is there something wrong with the world?

Isn't it inconceivable that a four-year-old child began to think about such a question.

I've been thinking about it, and I've been following the caravan around, and I've seen more and more, and the answer in my heart seems to be getting clearer and clearer, it turns out that most people in this world don't live very happily?

Many people don't rely on their martial spirits to live, and they don't even dare to release them because they will be seen as jokes.

Even some good-looking beast martial spirits will be hidden by the family, so as not to be caught by human traffickers and cultivated as pets, it turns out that people can also be pets?

I seem to know the answer, this world is wrong, soul master, it shouldn't exist in this world.

I told my uncle my answer, and he covered my mouth and shouted at me.

"Your answer is wrong."

Is it wrong? What's wrong?

Later, the uncle died, dying in a second-rate soul beast forest, not killed by a soul beast, to be precise, crushed to death by the destruction caused by the battle between a powerful soul master and a soul beast.

Isn't that ridiculous? Life is so casual for the strong?

Uncle can live, but he protects me to the death, and I live.

I still remember his last words,

"Xiaoyun, there is no right or wrong in the adult world, only your opinion is the most important."

I think I should make a note for my uncle, but I don't even know who the enemy is.

I inquired, and it was easy to find out, after all, a lot of people died, but they only knew that the soul beast that day was a 10,000-year-old Mamba Xuan Black Snake.

I feel terrified, because my enemies are too strong,

Soul Saint, and a strong man who can slay 10,000-year-old soul beasts.

I want to become stronger, I must take revenge, and then correct the mistakes of this world, otherwise why would God let me live to this day?