On the morning of early summer, the heavy rain has passed, and the subtle sunlight sprinkles wisps of gold silk, shining on the top of the majestic Fengwu Mountain.

In the mountains and forests, the breeze is whistling, the birds are chirping, and everything seems to be a different kind of tranquility and harmony.

Suddenly, a few immature shouts came from the air, breaking the tranquility of nature.

"Drink, drink......"

On the top of the mountain, a dark-skinned teenager was shouting for himself, as if trying to do something.

Looking closely, I saw that the young man was holding a stone almost the size of his body in front of him, staggering and trembling, and moving forward step by step.

Looking at the traces behind it, it is almost 100 meters away. It's really hard to imagine how to survive with such a small body.

"Hold on, hold on. My brothers have done it, I will definitely succeed, Xiao Wu, you hold it up for me. The young man's face was resolute, and although he was trembling, he still refused to give up.

The young man's name is Han Mo, and his ancestors have lived at the foot of this Fengwu Mountain for generations, relying on hunting in the mountains for a living.

However, two years ago, in the same place, a catastrophe caused their entire family to be shattered in an instant.

Just because a few of their little ones were curious about a group of big ostrich birds that suddenly came from the sky, because the family was a few steps closer, they immediately exchanged a contemptuous kill from the owner of the bird team.

A collision between ordinary people and powerful forces broke out completely.

Originally, in the eyes of the small ones, it should be like the usual contradictions between the neighbors, quarrelling, and measuring the ruthlessness is a thing of the past. But the final result was that the boy's parents died, the fourth brother of the five brothers and sisters was killed, and the third sister was disabled, leaving only the eldest brother and second brother in the arms of his father and he who was disdained and ignored.

At that moment, it was as if the sky had collapsed. The once happy family is no longer gone, only a few of their peasant boys who were crushed by blood feuds remained.

Today is Han Mo's twelfth birthday, and it should be a day to gather with his family and celebrate together.

However, for him at this moment, joy has long become a luxury emotion.

The only thing he can do is to work hard and work hard, increase his strength through continuous training, and then leave Fengwu Mountain to go to the outside world like his two elder brothers.

According to the old man in the village, the reason why the wicked can easily kill his relatives is by force, and if he wants to take revenge, he must go outside to seek more powerful power than him, and only with strong force can he not be bullied at will.

However, strong force is not obtained in a vacuum. It requires a strong physique, cultivation methods, and a famous teacher who can guide the maze, in other words, it needs to join a sect that can practice martial arts.

Fortunately, although the area around Fengwu Mountain is somewhat remote on the territory of the entire Yuhua Kingdom, the surrounding population is not sparse.

Hundreds of miles away from here, there is a large sect that can teach people to practice and learn martial arts, Fengyang Sect. It is rumored that within his sect, the number of new disciples in each session alone is enough to be in the thousands.

After finding out the news, the eldest brother and the second brother left one after another. The third sister is a woman with paralysis in her legs, and she needs to get up every morning to sweep the graves of her relatives and guard her filial piety.

He was the only one, Han Mo, as if he had been forgotten, and did not make any arrangements.

Now, two years have passed in a hurry, and as a man, he has not been able to meet the basic strength requirements of the sect to accept disciples, and this situation makes him feel that he is simply useless.

Although he is still young and his roots are not well developed, this is definitely not a reason to be lazy and laissez-faire.

Thinking of the love of his parents and the strength of his brothers, Han Mo's eyes turned completely red.

"I am hope, I am the future of my family, my brothers have done it, and I can do it. Must not fall, must not!" Han Mo's heart suddenly burned with a surging passion, the consciousness in his brain had gradually blurred, only the blood in his body was still boiling.

One step, two steps, three steps

It's close, it's close, it's only three steps.

"Ah~~"

With a tender roar, Han Mo raised his arms and used the last strength of his body to take three steps forward.

"Knock"

The boulder finally hit the ground.

"It worked, I finally succeeded. ”

Han Mo shouted excitedly, and the whole person sat down on the ground. The remaining strength of his right hand subconsciously took out a jade pendant-like thing from his neck and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

"Dad, mother, have you seen it? Xiao Wu did it. I can also help you with the big enmity between you and the fourth brother. ”

Han Mo's eyes were moist, feeling the temperature of the jade pendant.

It was a gift from his parents on his 10th birthday before he left. In order to make him like it, he also deliberately made up a story about the treasure of the heavenly general.

In the past two years, although Han Mo had not seen it show the strange abilities in the story, whenever he held the jade pendant in the palm of his hand, he seemed to be able to feel a kind of warmth from his parents with him.

It was a blessing from his parents, and it has always been a source of motivation for him.

............

Under the foot of Fengwu Mountain.

A sparsely weeded area.

Here, low-rise houses are built, and the houses are connected to each other in a huge circle. However, looking at the dilapidated appearance of these houses, it is clear that they have a long age.

This is a small village living at the foot of Fengwu Mountain, after the accumulation of generations, more than 100 families have gathered in the village, and the Han family is naturally one of them.

Under the shade of the sunshine tree, an old man was lying in front of his yard, leaning on a rocking chair made of his own nails.

"Alas, these days are really getting harder and harder. ”

The rocking chair that he had leaned on and shook for most of his life now felt that the more he shook it, the more it was not pleasant, and the wrinkles between his brows were obviously a little deeper than those years ago.

"Hello village chief grandpa!"

Han Mo returned to the village and went straight to the shade of the tree and saluted the old man.

For this old village chief, Han Mo was full of respect. After the death of his parents, it was because of the help of this old man that he and his third sister had a basic living guarantee, and the eldest brother and second brother could also learn martial arts with peace of mind outside.

"It's Xiao Wu, it's rare to see you during the day on weekdays. Is there something wrong with coming to Grandpa?" said the old village chief with a kind smile.

For their sister and brother, the old village chief has always been as kind as possible, after all, the miserable situation of the Han family, he is also uncomfortable in his heart.

If it is a beast or something, maybe everyone can still carry the guy and take revenge or something, even if the bad boys in the neighboring village have lost their conscience, he can also pull the whole village to punish the murderer and seek justice. But the powerful and noble, or the kind that flies from the sky, this is difficult, and revenge is basically impossible!

Let's not talk about whether you can find someone or not, even if you find it, I am afraid that the whole village will be compensated, and there will be no other people, and the poor can only swallow their anger in the face of the nobles, and grieve in vain.

"Grandpa the village chief, Xiao Wu also did it today. Han Mo pursed his lips and said softly.

The old village chief was stunned, a little unclear. But when I saw his serious face, I instantly understood what was going on, and I also knew what he was thinking.

"Good, good, you're a good boy like your two older brothers. ”

The old village chief sat up and touched Han Mo's head with moist eyes. Although he was not optimistic about the prospect of revenge for the brothers, he also knew that his faith could not be dampened. This is the children's last hope, and if this hope is extinguished, I really don't know what will happen.

"Now that you've done it, let's try it. ”

The old village chief nodded slowly, and then continued to explain: "It's just that there are some things that you do your best, but you must not do stupid things, after all, you still have two elder brothers, understand?"

Seeing that the old village chief's face was serious, Han Mo agreed obediently, and naturally understood what he meant in his heart.

The major sects that learn martial arts are very strict in accepting apprentices. Don't look at the fact that it will accept many new disciples every time, but you also have to think about it, how many young people like them are? The number of young people in the entire Yuhua Kingdom, not to mention for the time being, is just the number of people in this Fengwu Mountain area, to say the least, it is more than a hundred times that of the disciples of the Fengyang Sect.

In other words, if he wants to learn martial arts, he not only needs to meet the strength required by the assessment, but also stands out from more than 100 times the number of people. This alone is enough to foresee the difficulty of entering the sect.

"No matter how hard it is, I have to succeed. ”

Han Mo secretly clenched his fists, constantly encouraging himself.

"If you understand, go ahead, and rest assured at home. Grandpa is waiting for the day when you return home with the head of your enemy. ”

The old village chief looked at the appearance of the young man, and suddenly thought of the eldest and second eldest of the Han family who had been sent away before, and could only sigh in his heart. That's all he can say, and no matter how much he has, he has to rely on the little guy to experience it himself.

"Thank you, village chief, grandfather. ”

Han Mo bowed deeply to the old village chief, reluctantly looked at the room where his sister was, and then silently turned around and strode away.

It's not that he doesn't want to say goodbye, but he doesn't want to bring the slightest sadness to the third sister.

In this world, a young girl in the prime of her life has to sit in a wheelchair all day to endure the torture of her heart, if she doesn't hold on to her heart, few people can survive it.

Leaving the mountain village, Han Mo went north along the winding mountain road of Fengwu Mountain.

On the way, he seized all the available time to exercise, his fists and feet could be waved, the speed was as fast as he could, and even some self-inflicted boulders carried dozens or hundreds of pounds on their backs, trembling forward. I don't want anything else, I just hope that when Fengyang Sect selects disciples, I can spend a little more money.

Fortunately, with the funding of the old village chief and the ability to hunt in the village, it also saved him a lot of time along the way.

In this way, for a whole half month, after a hellish period of torture, he felt some progress in his young body.

It wasn't until after passing by the eighth town that Han Mo's tense mood relaxed a little when the appearance of a city appeared on the horizon in front of him.

"This should be Jinglan City, that's right. ”

When he got closer, Han Mo hurriedly took out the road map sent back by the eldest brother in his arms, compared the names on the city wall, and made sure in his heart.

Looking at the city wall at the top of the city in front of him, with his own height, he could only see the top of the city wall by looking up to the sky, and there were only two words left in his little head: majestic, tall.

"How much manpower and material resources do you have to build this?"

Han Mo secretly guessed that it was only possible that he would have to empty his hometown Fengwu Mountain. The big city is really not comparable to its own small ravine.

Entering the city, there are people everywhere, shouting and selling are endless, all kinds of goods in the store are dazzling, strange, and even many pet shops display all kinds of rare birds and beasts, Han Mo, who has never been out of the mountain village, is itching in his heart.

However, he knew his purpose, and went straight along the way, stubbornly holding his neck to avoid looking around, not wanting to increase his curiosity in vain.