"Hey, waste man, where are you going, tell my brother, if you ask me, maybe I can help you, look at you like that, I ...... Yo, you are an outdated guy who dares to stare at me, be careful that the master plays you to death...... Oops, that little bunny dares to throw your uncle...... Brother Danyang...... That I ......"

"Get out!"

The eldest child who stood on the mountain stream and did not dare to speak immediately ran away, and the comers did not chase too much, but walked towards the thin child at the bottom of the mountain stream, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"How did you let them do this. ”

"Otherwise, there will always be someone else to run them away, and it will be even worse for me to make a few uncles unhappy. The thin boy waved his hand, picked up the firewood that had just been knocked down by the stone, and was about to move forward.

Zhao Yong, the figure of the Zhao family two and a half years ago, trained his body to perfection within half a year, and he was extremely popular, but he became a super waste because he couldn't condense his dantian, Zhao Danyang is his cousin, a cousin who is only three months older than him, and now the most promising star of the Zhao family, although not as bright as Zhao Yong, it is also a rare material.

The people who came to be sarcastic were just people who had been inadvertently suppressed by Zhao Yong before, but with Zhao Yong's ability, although these people have gathered their strength into a pill, they are still not Zhao Yong's opponents, Zhao Yong's talent is not only reflected in cultivation, he is also a genius in battle.

Zhao Danyang broke Zhao Yong's right hand, forced a few bottles of potion in, and turned around and left without saying anything, not giving Zhao Yong time to refuse.

Zhao Yong, who became a waste, chased the rising star of the current Zhao family, so he had to smile helplessly and turn away.

In the town, Zhao Yong is very mixed, everyone is not very strong, at most, some of them are released by the family, and then the uncle who has successfully gathered his strength takes good care of this strong child, and he has never treated anyone with a bumper face before.

Collecting firewood is forced to make a living, no longer the children that the Zhao family needs to provide life, and it is no longer the genius that the family expects, Zhao Yong has no source of livelihood, he has no strength, and he has become the best method, once the strongest genius to collect firewood, but Zhao Yong does not have any psychological burden, because there is a waste firewood father who rests in bed all year round at home.

Zhao Wuliang, no one wants to tell him about his father, and his father never says this, his father is not even as good as a waste person, as an adult, he doesn't even have external skills, he is weak all the year round but has never suffered from an illness, there are people to take care of him before, when Zhao Yong was seven years old, he has been taking care of his father.

The young man has long been unable to describe this child, he has done more than the old man, more like a Chengren who has gone through vicissitudes.

"Dad, I'm back. ”

A light snort is an answer to all this, Zhao Yong is not surprised by these, carefully prepare lunch and then prepare to go out, the lazy father is far more interested in rice and bed than his own child, but Zhao Yong doesn't care about these, who let this be his father.

The Ten Heavens of Refining Body were not completely unhelpful to him, he had already cut enough firewood in the morning to support the two of them for a day or two, and in the afternoon it was the time for him to go to the mountain, and the thunder could not be moved for two years.

When he was at his peak, the Zhao family had given his family the best qi gathering method, but now he has not taken it back, but if he is driven out of the family core, it is time to take it back when he is in charge of a store as an ordinary person, and his time is only half a year left.

Since yesterday, he felt that his body had already been saturated, and he couldn't gather qi before, but he could still nourish his body, but now the luck seems to have no effect, it's just a waste of time.

The inability to gather qi earlier can be explained by the fact that the body is not saturated enough, but now there is no last reason to deceive himself, but Zhao Yong's heart is not much lost, and he finally refines the body of the Ten Heavens, but he can't gather qi into a pill, at that time, his heart has been hollowed out, and it is difficult for the word loss to appear in his body again, at most, he only sighs for his fate half a year later. He is not a young maniac, but how can he be completely in control of his heart when he was only twelve years old, and the person who was inadvertently offended has now begun to show his spearhead, if it weren't for Zhao Danyang's help, he would have been played by those people now.

Zhao Yong looked at the snake ring on his left index finger and felt helpless, this was given to him by his father who did not come to the scene when he was twelve years old, his father never wore this kind of thing, he wanted to ask if this was left by his mother, but his father never said a word, but he still firmly believed that it was his mother's.

Zhao Yong carefully put away the medicine bottle next to him, Zhao Danyang gave him three bottles, this is the daily dose, Zhao Yong ran one of the bottles for a week is already a large dose, and the remaining two bottles are carefully kept by him.

Zhao Yong, who was about to leave, suddenly heard a sound in the grass beside him, a green snake slid past him, the snake was full of treasures, and there were not a few snakes near this town, many people had the ability to catch snakes, Zhao Yong also learned from his childhood friends, his snake catching skills were the highest, and he had never been bitten by a snake, but he never sold these snakes to the pharmacy for money, and then released them, the reason he didn't know, but he didn't want to kill them in his heart, maybe it was the reason why the snake never wanted to hurt him when he caught the snake.

"You can just play by yourself today, I'm not in the mood to play with you for the time being. ”

The green snake did not walk away, but climbed onto Zhao Yong's body and spat out letters with him on his left hand.

He can communicate with snakes, he has told many people about this, but no one believes his words, this green snake only climbed on his snake ring after hearing his words, and his abdomen was not known where to press, the snake ring was originally a snake head biting the snake tail, at this moment the head and tail were separated, and a small sword about three inches long appeared in his hand, and the surprised Zhao Yong's right finger was suddenly scratched by the snake sword, and the blood flowed.

The green snake slid away quickly with a mouthful of blood stains, the strength of Wu Xiu lies in the fact that their bodies are the strongest, this kind of minor injury is not within their consideration at all, it can quickly stop bleeding and scar as soon as it is broken, he knows how strong his body is, and he doesn't need any strength to cut his fingers, this is not something that ordinary weapons can do, is this really the snake ring he has been wearing.

The blood was still flowing, and Zhao Yong realized that he seemed to despise this ring, it seemed to be more than just left by his mother.

The blood stains between his fingers were flowing, Zhao Yong only found out about this matter after a while, the blood stains had already flowed a small piece, and the big bluestone he stood on when he practiced was absolutely stable, which Zhao Yong knew very well, but now the bloodstains on the bluestone were only flowing in one direction.

It turned out to be an arrow, Zhao Yong found that he didn't seem to have the strength to close the finger sword, but after standing up, he could clearly see that his right finger was stopping the bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye, this is the result that should appear, but Zhao Yong doesn't have time to care about these now.

The sword seems to use blood to guide itself to where to go, which is strange news, dead things can guide people?

Although I don't believe it, but how many times have I been to this back mountain, there are some small animals in the back mountain, and the most dangerous is the snake, but this Zhao Yong can't talk about the word danger, as long as it is the back mountain, he is not afraid.

Walking along the bloodstains, there was no blood, but he could still feel where the bloodstains were guiding him, and the bloodstains on the bluestone really disappeared when they disappeared from his vision.

Cold water, this is Zhao Yong's name, maybe it has other names, but only Zhao Yong knows here, this is a pool of stone water, the water is not deep but extremely cold, every few days he likes to take a cold shower here, and at this moment his feeling is obviously the bottom of the water that he has never carefully observed.

"I'm going to have to take a good look at what is so appealing underwater. ”

Thump!

The water splashed everywhere, and the cold was overwhelming.