"You were picked up by me. This is Lingzhou, we are in the territory of Wuguo, and the old man is the eighteenth generation successor of Wumen - Wuluo. You will follow the old man's surname, you will come with the wind, and the word wind will be mentioned in the name. ”

Lingzhou, but one of the three thousand states, is really a drop in the ocean, but it is also vast, and the land of a continent is boundless.

Lingzhou is known as the outstanding people, known for the 'spirit', the whole continent is shrouded in the hazy rich essence of heaven and earth, in the three thousand states, it can be regarded as famous and distinctive.

Wumen, living in a place close to the ordinary, is said to be a sect, it is better to say that it is three or two thatched huts, built by the mountains, spring, summer, autumn and winter have their own scenery, or the heat is unbearable, or snow-capped, or fallen leaves, or a hundred flowers bloom.

Wu Luo, nominally the master of the Martial Sect, is actually the commander of the bare pole, plus three old guys who are similar to him, namely a camel, lame, and numb-faced. Among them, the camel and the lame are an old man in his sixties and seventies, and the pockmarked face is a woman, and she is also over the age of sixties.

Wu Luo, on the other hand, is a blind old man.

The four old guys formed a dilapidated small sect, that is, a martial arts sect that could not be on the façade.

In the martial arts, disciples are recruited every five years, but that is just empty talk, because the martial arts are too dilapidated, and there are many doors. No one would easily choose such a dilapidated sect.

Now, even if there are dozens of disciples in the martial arts, they are all 'picked up'.

Wu Feng is one of them.

Wu Luo is the master of the martial arts sect, and he picked up the martial arts by the river sixteen years ago. But sixteen years have passed in a flash, and Wu Feng, as the only inheritor of the martial arts, does not have a high status. On the contrary, martial arts make everyone look down on him in their hearts, because he can't practice.

Early morning.

Next to the cliff of Wumen Mountain, there are many steep places of all sizes, and dozens of people sit here to face the morning sun.

In front of Wumen Mountain, only one person swept the ground with a broom, sweeping the fallen leaves on the uneven ground, and now it is autumn, the leaves are yellow, and they are blown away by the wind.

He was handsome, like a big boy next door, and his body was not burly, but very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. It is the martial arts.

Watching his fellow disciples and brothers running the Tuna Method against the rising sun, Wu Feng was envious in his heart, and at the same time he was ashamed of himself. They looked down on them when they urinated, and they said that they were waste wood, with poor roots, stupid qualifications, and were subjected to white eyes and abuse.

Wu Feng has been very unhappy all these years, if it weren't for Wu Luo being the master of the martial arts sect, he had a close relationship with Wu Luo, and was nominally his adopted son, it might not be as simple as scolding and white eyes, but being bullied by others and trampled underfoot.

Boy. It is Wu Feng's work that has been repeated over the years.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wu Feng did his job and sat on a rough stone at will, his face was complicated, like envy and regret, distress, irritability, chagrin, etc.

On the cliff in front of them, dozens of figures were sitting cross-legged, still not ending the Breathing Method, they were full of energy, one by one exhaled and inhaled just right, the eyebrows condensed three fires, and the spirit and spirit were strong to the peak, which could be called radiant.

It is said that it can also open the 36 acupoints of the human body, 72 small tips and many other methods, which is known as the mysterious door of the gods.

After half a tea time, the dozens of people opened their eyes, some of their eyes were shining, some of their eyes were cold and electric, some of their eyes were shining, and some were restrained.

Among the dozens of people, eight men and two women, they grew up, the two women had a kind of unearthly temperament, and the eight age groups were in their early twenties, eighteen or nineteen years old, and other years old.

Some people glanced at Wu Feng contemptuously, raised a disdainful smile and passed by him, some people were polite, Wu Feng had that layer of identity, and they would nod to him from afar, which was regarded as a greeting.

A young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, jumped up and down towards Wu Feng after running the Tuna Method.

She has big bright eyes, a nose like garlic, small dimples rippling around her mouth, her eyes are narrowed into crescents when she laughs, her skin is fair, her hair is braided, and she is not so neatly dressed, but a somewhat shabby pink dress also sets off her very cute and pure.

"Brother Feng. The girl came to Wu Feng's side and grabbed his arm familiarly.

"Qingqing. Wu Feng blushed a little, but finally didn't resist the action, just looked very shy.

Qingqing is the youngest of all the martial arts disciples.

When she was six years old, she was picked up by her mother-in-law in a small town seven or eight miles outside Wumen, when the town was plagued by bandits, and those bandits poured out of their nests, doing evil everywhere, and robbing houses and houses.

Qingqing's parents paid for this, and the pock-faced mother-in-law went out at the time, and happened to encounter the scene in the pool of blood, and was furious, killing all the evil bandits, and by the way, the little girl was adopted and brought to Wumen.

Ten years is like a day, the little little point of the year has been slim, and the eighteen changes of the women's college are still changing. I can only sigh, time is merciless, and it passes like water.

In Wumen, the relationship between Wu Feng and this little junior sister is the best, maybe it is sympathy, one is abandoned by his parents, and the other is watching his parents leave him.

The little girl sat helplessly in a pool of blood......

"Brother Feng, don't be frustrated. Qingqing saw that Wu Feng's expression was depressed, so she comforted her.

"Get used to it. Wu Feng smiled forcefully, stretched out his other hand and waved.

"Haven't you entered the third heaven yet?"

Qingqing shook her head lightly and did not answer, her face seemed unwilling and helpless.

"It's not that easy. It was a long time before she spoke.

"It's fine. Take your time, our Qingqing is smart and clever, how can we be stumped by the three heavens of martial arts. Wu Feng said with a smile. Although he can't practice, he has also heard about the realm of martial artists.

As for whether he can understand how big the gap between each heavy heaven is, Wu Feng can't understand it.

Qingqing shook her head lightly, but she didn't make a sound, but her cheeks flew red on both sides, adding a bit of pretty, if the red apples were dyed, she was a little embarrassed, and her face was thin.

"It's time for me to go back. Qingqing looked left and right, and saw some fellow senior brothers looking over here, their pretty faces changed slightly, and then hurriedly entered the gate of the martial arts gate built by the mountain.

Wu Feng sighed secretly, in the past, as long as he said a few words to Qingqing, Senior Brother Li Sheng would also come over and speak coldly to him, it was estimated that he couldn't see Qingqing coming together with him.

Just like today, if it weren't for Qingqing's self-awareness, it is estimated that the annoying Li Sheng would have appeared again.

In this regard, Wu Feng felt very uncomfortable, feeling very aggrieved, but helpless.

Fortunately, this emotion didn't make him feel it for long, because Wu Luo appeared.

There are three or two thatched huts, distributed all over the cliff, and a blind old man walks out of a thatched hut, his skin is dry and wrinkled, and the pair of eyes are rolling the whites of his eyes, and he is a little crazy.

"Boy. "Under the hut, the blind old man stood there.

"Grandpa. Wu Feng knew the temper of the blind old man, and if he didn't show up in the next second, he would definitely be beaten, and a whoosh movement appeared in front of him like a rabbit.

As for why he is "grandfather" instead of "father-in-law", this is because Wu Feng has not been able to change his mouth since he was a child, and he has never called the old blind man's father or anything like that since he was sensible, but called him grandfather. After all, the old blind man was indeed old enough to be his grandfather's generation.

But sometimes the mood is really bad, and Wu Feng will be disrespectful to the old blind man.

I remember one time, the old blind man beat him because he couldn't get rice wine and roast chicken, and at that time Wu Feng was also angry, and directly called him old guy, old bangzi, etc. Although I was addicted, I still suffered a lot from flesh and skin.

"Go. Get two taels of rice wine and half a roast chicken for the old man. If you don't see what I want at noon, hey!" the old blind man said this, leaning weakly against the wooden door of the hut, and his body slid down. How can there be the slightest appearance of a martial arts master?!

Hearing this, Wu Feng was embarrassed, he has always been responsible for the materials of the martial arts, especially the appetite of the old blind man has always been taken care of by him, the latter is very picky and tricky, but he can finally be satisfied.

But there has been no "income" during these days, where is the money to go to the town to buy what you need?

Hesitating, Wu Feng still turned around and left.

The blind old man who sat paralyzed looked up as if he could see and muttered to himself.

"The decennial Lingzhou Conference is going to be ...... again"

Ten years ago, at a Lingzhou conference, he fought in the ring with his opponent. It was a knockout match, and at that time, he had a verbal quarrel with the pock-faced mother-in-law, the lame, and the camel and several people on the other side, and he happened to encounter it on the field, so he would not keep his hands.

Who knows, he was defeated like a mountain, and he was blinded by the other party's merciless stabbing eyes. At that time, the pock-faced mother-in-law and the lame man shared his hatred and challenged each other, but without exception, they all failed miserably.

Afterwards, the other party was light-hearted, didn't care, and didn't take it to heart at all and said to them: "Heh." The ants also want to look up at the dragon, and they are crazy about dreams. If I don't kill you, I don't want to dirty my uncle's hands!"

These words can be described as arrogant, although the other party has a bland posture, it is so high, which makes the Dao hearts of Wu Luo and the others suffer a big blow, and they have been slumped since then. Wu Luo, in particular, has been living with alcohol since then, and his temperament has become more and more strange.

Originally, there was still a little thought in my heart, after all, I was old and had a son, even if I was not my own, I hoped that my son would become a dragon and pin some hopes on him.

However, Wu Feng was a waste material that could not be cultivated, which made Wu Luo very disappointed. I don't know how many methods I have thought of over the years, but nothing has worked.

By now, he had lost all hope.

Sixteen years is like a day, from perseverance to despair, and then to death, what kind of torment is that?

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Qingfeng Town, if the size of a county seat, is enough to accommodate three to five hundred people.

Five or six miles of road, for the martial arts, not so far, all the way to the bare like flying, Qingqing once taught him the Tuna method, although the martial arts can not be practiced, but the Tuna method can still make an ordinary person strengthen the body, enhance the physique.