Ming Dynasty, Jinling.

A small and inconspicuous courtyard in the Yanwang Mansion.

"Ha-ha-ha!"

Standing in the middle of the courtyard was a young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in plain cloth and tied with a low-grade silk ribbon around his waist.

He clenched his hands into fists, tied his horse's steps, and aimed at the small wooden stake in front of him, and opened his bow left and right with both hands, which shook the wooden stake with a muffled "click".

"Smack!"

The stake finally cracked in the middle with a "boom" after the boy hammered it many times, but the strong inertia made the boy stumble and fall to the ground with the fall of the stake.

"Why, why, why should I be at the junior level?, I have studied hard for five years, but in the past five years, I have not improved at all!"

"If I can reach the level of qi cultivation, even if it is the first level, my monthly payment will not only be ten taels of silver, and Xiaowei, the daughter of the wet nurse who grew up with my childhood sweetheart, will not be sold to Qinglou!"

He slammed the ground hard, blood pouring from his fingertips from excessive force.

"For what, for what!" the young man shouted at the sky.

He is the only son born to the thirteenth concubine of Emperor Yan Zhu Di, the son of Emperor Ming, and he is not a concubine, he can only enjoy the humble status of the concubine, and a more important reason is that he is a martial arts waste.

"I'm not convinced!!"

The fist punched the ground with a fist, venting the dissatisfaction of the owner!

"Alas, this garment cannot be worn. ”

He looked at his knees and the holes in his shirt that had been worn out by his martial arts practice, and couldn't help but shake his head.

When you come to the largest flowering street in the east of Beiping City, the cries are endless.

"Linen clothes, cotton clothes, good quality and low price, there are only three pieces left, and they are sold after the last!"

Hearing this shout, Zhu Yi was a little secretly happy, this month's money was already tight, and he didn't want to spend a lot of money on clothes.

"Boss, how do you sell this dress?" he asked, picking up a simple-looking but generous cotton garment.

"Guest officer, even if you have a good eye, there is only this one left, and I will sell you for four dollars. ”

"So expensive?" Zhu Yi couldn't help but stick out his tongue secretly.

"Poor ghost, don't buy it if you can't afford it. At this time, a piercing voice came from Zhu Yi's ears.

Hearing this voice, Zhu Yi's brows couldn't help frowning.

Zhu Jie!

The second son born to Mrs. Yang, although he was not the eldest son, was deeply loved by Mrs. Yang. Although his martial arts skills are not as good as those concubines and sisters-in-law, he likes to bully the weak, especially Zhu Yi.

Zhu Yi also knew that he couldn't afford to provoke Zhu Jie, and if he had a conflict with Zhu Jie, he might be kicked out of the house. Seeing Zhu Jie, Zhu Yi made a gesture to leave.

"Yo, waste wood, are you leaving? Xiaowei is a beauty, when she reaches the age of playing cards, I will go to Yulanxiang to love her well, and she who accepts the love of many men will also be grateful to me for taking him away from you, a poor ghost. Zhu Jie sneered.

"So you're the one who got in the way!"

Zhu Yi's face suddenly turned pale.

Half a month ago, when his father was still at home, Zhu Jie said that he had taken a fancy to his maid Xiaowei, but his father reprimanded Zhu Jie, saying that he was obsessed with women and did not know how to improve.

It turned out that it was this incident that made Zhu Jie hold a grudge, fanned the flames in Mrs. Yang's ears, and finally let Xiaowei leave him, Zhu Yi completely understood the reason why Xiaowei left him.

Looking at Zhu Jie's mocking face and the ridicule of the gang of dogs behind him, Zhu Yi was furious, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Bang!" Zhu Yi threw a punch, which was easily taken by Zhu Jie.

"Waste wood, just by you, you want to hit me too?" Zhu Jie flew up and kicked Zhu Yi in the stomach, this kick was very powerful, and Zhu Yi fell to the ground with a painful face.

"Stop!" Just as Zhu Jie and his dog legs were about to beat Zhu Yi, a shout came from not far away.

"Let him go. With a cold snort, Zhu Jie's hand stayed in the air.

"Zhu, Zhu Ziliang?" Zhu Jie looked at the seven-foot man in front of him with some fear.

"Get out of here. Zhu Ziliang didn't look at Zhu Jie, he turned around and helped Zhu Yi who was lying on the ground.

Zhu Ziliang is the proud son in his father's eyes, and he is more than enough to beat ten Zhu Jie at the intermediate level of Cailing Messenger, not to mention that Zhu Ziliang has such a high status in his father's heart, even Mrs. Yang has to respect him for three points.

"Scrap wood, you're in luck. A month later, at the martial arts competition, I will personally abolish your martial arts and break your tendons!"

"I'll wait for you. Zhu Yi spit out a mouthful of dirty blood and said coldly.

"Let's go. Zhu Jie disappeared into the crowd of onlookers with people.

"How is it, it's okay, right?" Zhu Ziliang looked at Zhu Yi with some pity.

"It's fine. Zhu Yi wiped the blood that remained in his mouth.

"If there's nothing to do, don't come out, you don't have such good luck every time!"

From childhood to adulthood, Zhu Ziliang was the person who had the best relationship with him except for Xiaowei, but with the deepening of Zhu Ziliang's martial arts practice, his relationship with Zhu Yi gradually became estranged, and the kindness in Zhu Ziliang's eyes in the past was also sharpened by martial arts practice to the point that only indifference remained.

"Boss, how do you sell this dress?"

Zhu Ziliang picked up the cotton coat.

The boss who was hiding under the stall showed his head, "Young Master Ziliang, this dress is small for you." ”

Zhu Ziliang has never liked to take advantage of others, threw a piece of silver, and then stuffed the cotton clothes into Zhu Yi's hand, "Be careful in the future, avoid these people, oh, that's right." I told Mrs. Yang to ask her to give you a few of my maids, and you can take a break in the next few days. After speaking, Zhu Ziliang patted Zhu Yi's shoulder, sighed softly, and got up to leave.

Perhaps, in the eyes of Brother Ziliang, I am just a waste of firewood.

Thinking of Zhu Ziliang's compassionate eyes like his father, Zhu Yi smiled bitterly.

"Childe, please stay. ”

"What's the matter?" Zhu Yi looked back, and on a street corner, there was an old man with long beards and white sideburns. The old man has pure white hair, and he has a bit of a fairy wind and bones.

"Does Childe want to know his fate?" the old man asked unhurriedly.

"Nope. "For fortune telling, Zhu Yi never believes in it, he only believes in himself.

With that, Zhu Yi turned around to leave.

"Is Childe a martial arts wizard, or is he a waste of martial arts?

"Oh?" Zhu Yi turned around and looked at the old man. The old man wore a hat and a thin green coat, exuding a bit of mystery all over his body.

"Childe must be very concerned about this. The old man spoke. "The ups and downs of life are wonderful lives, and who is willing to be mediocre?"

Zhu Yi squatted down and looked at the old man, "I'd rather live a mediocre life, live a dull life with the people I care about, firewood, rice, oil and salt, than fight and kill, and practice martial arts hard!"

Zhu Yi said word by word, and every word was very powerful.

"Childe, please come closer. The old man whispered.