Thundered!

In that distant era without the concept of time, in the place where the universe was born, there lived a group of aborigines, who had no desires and wants, lived in harmony, and they randomly absorbed the energy of life from the universe, incarnated into the body, and prolonged life. They each reshape each other's bodies, and create a bizarre image that even makes them laugh. They have been asleep for thousands of years, and when they wake up, they are still exactly the same environment, and they are still companions as always, although they are monotonous, they also lose the simple meaning of life.

Then one day, at some point, the environment underwent obvious changes, the originally blurred vision became clear, the boundaries of the universe were infinitely magnified, their living space expanded dramatically, and the energy perceived from the space was unprecedentedly clear and huge. Strange and peculiar terrain and elements appear everywhere. They can't wait to disperse and explore, and their monotonous life becomes colorful.

They traveled around and fabricated planets for the core, injecting the energies and elements they perceived into the planets, giving rise to a variety of forms and environments. There are also very strange and alluring regions, where there is an irresistible aura that fluctuates, and there is an indescribable taste around you. All kinds of resources are discovered, they are endlessly useful, and they enjoy it.

Gradually, they forget each other, only see the new world in front of them, and in order to compete for their beloved, they do not hesitate to fight, destroying the old relationship. The victorious side occupies the rich territory, and the losing side is depressed in a corner, plotting to regain the ideal.

The universe was full of turmoil, and great wars were frequent, destroying precious domains one after another, and they finally shook hands and made peace again, drawing boundaries and fighting each other. After a long period of peace, all kinds of life have been born on the planet, some of which are as peculiar as them, and they have won their favor and endowed those lives with abilities that originally belonged only to them. Life multiplied, and soon more varieties were bred, and as "god-like" beings, after a short period of pleasure, they no longer talked to mortals, but turned to themselves, after all, their eyes fell on gods of the same level.

The mortal planet is bustling and happy, and without the intervention of the gods, they have developed more rapidly, and they have more disputes with each other than the gods, and the races that can survive have a unique advantage when they use all means. The race with the strongest learning ability occupies the throne of the race, the second can also enjoy countless resources, and the lowest class has its own life, as long as the upper class does not disturb, they have their own ecology and environment.

The origin of the story, on a small unknown planet......

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"Trash, get out of here!" I saw a group of boys rudely throw a little boy to the ground, and then pouted and spit saliva viciously at him, the little boy hurriedly dodged to the side, probably because he was too close to dodge, and was stained with white saliva on his clothes, he threw the saliva aside with his hands, looked up at the group of boys with bright eyes, but did not speak.

"Why don't you accept it? Garbage is garbage, and no one cares how you step on it. The boy at the head looked arrogant and domineering, as if he was stepping on an ant under his feet, and he could not be ignored. The other boys followed and stood indifferently behind the older boy, some with playful glances and some with playful teasing.

"Let's go!" the older boy waved his arm and led the boys away, and the little boy looked at their huddled backs, stood up, clapped his hands and knocked away the dust from under him, his brow still moving.

For a long time, he stood quietly, frowning as if he thought of something, and then let go, his eyes still looking so clear and bright. He turned around and walked towards home, not far from home, only a few steps away, and being stopped by the other party was also a bit of luck today.

The small room appeared in front of him, dilapidated and dark, and the boy tapped on the door and entered, and at the same time made a clear voice:

"Grandma, I'm back. He glanced at the bed, the old grandmother lay on the bed and turned to look at him, the eyes of the mother-in-law and grandson met in the air, and the little boy exhaled comfortably.

"Little Blue ......" a trembling voice sounded, and the boy took three steps and two steps to help his grandmother, whose kind face magnified in front of her eyes, and she reached out to rub the boy's face rough and gently.

Grandma coughed and said, "Xiaolan, did you go to school today?" The boy's name is Qi Lan, and Xiaolan is his nickname.

Qi Lan nodded heavily and spoke in an affirmative tone: "Of course, grandma, don't worry, I've always been very serious, and the teachers have praised me." As he spoke, Grandma finally put her mind at ease and went back to bed, resting with her eyes closed.

Qi Lan obediently lit a fire to cook, and the smoke drained up the chimney. After serving his grandmother's meal, he filled his stomach and washed the clothes of the two of them, when the familiar footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Grandpa!" the boy stepped forward, and under the black night sky outside the door, a rickety old man with a wrinkled face full of wrinkles and vicissitudes of life, he smiled and took out a bun wrapped in body temperature from his arms and handed it to the boy.

Qi Lan happily finished this extra snack before returning to his small room.

He went to the school in the city in the morning, left the school in the afternoon, ran to the martial arts hall of other people, stupidly watched people practice boxing and sweating, and imitated him outside the door with taste, and the people in the martial arts hall were familiar with him.

After stealing boxing, he ran back to the village, chopping wood for other people's houses and feeding the pigs, and finally returned home.

Although the grandfather's eyes are cloudy, but the mind is especially there, touched, sniffed the clothes he washed, and understood what the grandson had done, but he didn't speak much, this is the grandson's freedom, as long as the teacher doesn't give an opinion, he, the grandfather, will not say a word about the grandson.

It was an ordinary day for Qi Lan, ordinary, nothing outstanding, but the little boy was satisfied, although he was tired, he still had one thing to do before falling asleep.

He held out an inconspicuous small umbrella in the corner, and a palm-sized book fell from the umbrella, and now this one is called "The Complete Analysis of the Fist Six", the little boy carefully and carefully studied the small words on it, until he thought that he had mastered it almost, and in front of the small umbrella, the six kinds of boxing described in the book, meticulously practiced it, and then put the "Fist Technique Six" into the umbrella, closed the umbrella, and then opened it, there was no book. Qi Lan nodded, and the umbrella accepted the book to mean that it was satisfied with Qi Lan's performance, otherwise it would not take the book back, and wait until tomorrow Xiao Umbrella would give him a copy of "The Complete Analysis of Fist Seven".

From the age of six to the present, Qi Lan has learned a large number of boxing, palms, legs, body and a variety of methods, his ability to learn is very strong, one or two nights can practice an ancient book, and now he is learning a comprehensive method like "The Complete Analysis of Boxing", the content of the comprehensive method is extremely profound, he is also on the basis of the previous little by little study, slowly groping, it takes a long time to digest a book.

The origin of this small umbrella is an unsolved mystery, Qi Lan accidentally picked it up from the road when he returned to the village when he was six years old, it was dilapidated at that time, Qi Lan sewed it up with his heart, cleaned it to a new look, but he didn't expect it to spit out a book at night, recording the tricks that others coveted. Since then, Qi Lan has formed an indissoluble bond with it.

Qi Lan finished practicing boxing, washed his face and wiped his body again, and then went to bed, in the dream, he dreamed that he opened a boxing gym, taught everyone to practice, no one bullied him anymore, he and his grandparents lived a rich and comfortable life......