A large river is wide and rippling, passing through the South Wilderness Gate where ancient trees are towering, buildings are stacked, and the instruments are magnificent.

On a large martial arts training ground within a radius of one mile, there were about 100 people dressed in orange, each holding a bright big knife, and they were practicing neatly. A young man, carrying a bowl of chicken soup, hurried along the corner of the high wall, far away from the disciples who were practicing.

"Huh, isn't this Xin Mu's super waste! Why did he come to the Golden Tiger Hall?" A few disciples who were not concentrating on practicing found the young man with chicken soup.

"It's super what people say, it's much better than us!hehe!"

Xin Mu, the stupidest disciple in the history of Nanhuangmen, has practiced for more than ten years, and he has not even started the most basic quenching and foundation building, and only knows how to chop wood, and even the disciples who have just started can't beat it, breaking the record of all wastes in Nanhuangmen, and becoming a veritable super waste.

Xin Mu lowered his head, pretending not to hear their sarcasm, and quickened his pace forward. Suddenly, there was a stumbling under his feet, and a small stone was kicked out of the way and rolled into the queue where the knife was being practiced.

"Huh?" a young man in a gorgeous roof put away his golden knife and turned around, his white face as white as jade was full of anger, and he raised his head to look in the direction where the stone was rolling.

Xin Mu saw clearly that the young man who turned around was Hu Bo, the son of the master of the Southern Wilderness Gate, he immediately stopped, held the chicken soup in both hands, bent his body, and whispered respectfully: "Hello young master! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to." ”

"It turned out to be you a waste!" Hu Bo raised his head higher, and looked at the super waste wood opposite with his nose, "What a good thing to end!

"Yes, young master, I'm serving a bowl of chicken soup. Xin Mu lowered his body and smiled.

"Young master, he actually stole chicken soup!" a young man beside Hu Bo pointed at Xin Mu and deliberately provoked. "No, no, how dare I steal chicken soup! This is just a little bit of the bottom of the pot left, and I also mixed it with water, young master, I don't believe you look at it. Xin Mu carefully held the chicken soup with a faint oil flower and presented it to Hu Bo.

Hu Bo glanced at it, "Phew!" spit into the bowl, "Smack!" and slapped Xin Mu's head again, "Little bastard!

Xin Mu heard the sound of Hu Bo spitting, and couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart, this bowl of chicken soup was finally picked up by picking up some pot bottoms in the dining room, mixed with some water, and made up, ready to give it to his father to try, but now he was spit on Hu Bo, and he couldn't drink it! He couldn't wait to splash this bowl of chicken soup on Hu Bo, and then beat the latter.

But he immediately gave up this idea, not only because he was not Hu Bo's opponent at all, but more importantly, if he wanted to stay in Nanhuangmen, Hu Bo was definitely a person who could not be offended. "A good man doesn't eat the loss in front of him!" Xin Mu lowered his head and gritted his teeth, squeezed out a smile, and said in a low voice: "The young master is angry! The young master is angry! In the future, when you see the young master from afar, you must first say peace in your heart, and then disappear immediately, and you will never dare to pollute the young master's sight!"

"Hmph!" Hubo sneered twice, "Get out!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll get out at once! Xin Mu still bent over, turned and walked away quickly.

"What a waste!" everyone looked at Xin Mu, who was running away with his tail between his legs, and shook their heads and sighed.

Xin Mu listened to it from afar, and secretly cursed in his heart: "You are the waste! A bunch of sloppy things, something! If it weren't for Lao Tzu's physical training, he would have to squash you!"

Turning a corner, Xin Mu quietly poured out the chicken soup in the bowl, "It's a pity that this bowl of chicken soup! Hubo, one day, I will let you apologize to me! Damn Hubo, damn Nanhuangmen! Why do I want to be in such an unfortunate place as Nanhuangmen? I know that Lu Dao bullies the weak and bullies honest people. I can't learn anything for nothing, why am I so stupid, why are you so stupid? Dad, why don't you let me leave this place?"

Xin Mu walked all the way and thought all the way, bypassing the hall with flying eaves and corners, passing through the tall courtyard gate of Nanhuangmen, and walking to a corner of the backyard of Nanhuangmen. A stone house appeared in front of him, the only stone house in Nanhuangmen, simple and low, with a lush sandalwood tree next to it blocking all the sunlight and casting a heavy shadow.

There was only a mirror-sized window and a mottled copper door on the stone house, and Xin Mu walked up to the bronze door and slapped it three times.

After a while, the bronze door slowly opened, and a chubby head poked its head out, "It's you!

"Hello Anwar, junior brother!" Xin Mu squeezed through the door with a flattering smile. The room was dark, cold and empty, except for a bed and a table.

"What a fart! you've ruined my good dreams!" Anwar shook his chubby body and lay down on the broken bed, which squeaked overwhelmed, "How can I do such a errand!"

"Senior brother is working hard! I'll go down to see my father. Xin Mu said, placing the empty bowl in his hand on the broken table covered with thick dust. Anwar turned over and muttered angrily, "Why are you talking so much nonsense!"

Xin Mu stopped talking, walked to the corner of the house, reached out and touched a copper chain, and pulled hard, "Click!" As soon as a copper plate was closed, a dark hole was revealed in the ground, and a damp musty smell came out of his face, making people sick. He sighed, took the torch from the wall, lit it, and walked down the stone steps.

Darkness is like ink, smearing this subterranean space, and silence is like water, soaking everything around it. The light of the torches was so faint, so small, flickering and dying. This is the dungeon of the South Wilderness Gate, a dark and damp dungeon, an impregnable dungeon, there is only one person locked up in this dungeon, his name is Xin Tie, and he is Xin Mu's father.

"Squeak!" a mouse, screaming, leaped past Xinmu's feet and disappeared into the deeper darkness. The light of the torches faintly illuminated a huge bronze door, heavy and sturdy, covered with spots. A lock larger than the palm of your hand, covered with patina, must have not been opened in a long time. The small hole on the bronze door, half the size of the face, contains a deeper darkness.

"Dad, are you okay?" Xin Mu stood in front of the bronze door, staring at the small hole in the bronze door.

"Whoa!" the sound of the chain announced, announcing its firm bondage. "Hmm. You're here!" an old voice came from inside the bronze door, "I've told you how many times I don't have to come to see me every month." ”

"Dad, I have something to ask you. Xin Mu took the torch and shone it through the small hole in the bronze door, hoping to see his father.

Half of a pale face suddenly appeared in the darkness, no, it wasn't a face, it was a scar, that half of the face was full of scars, twisted and hideous, unsightly, and there was no expression when he spoke, "What's the matter?"

Xin Mu didn't know how many times Lu Dao had seen this half of his face, but every time he looked at it, his heart twitched, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are you locked up here?"

"Didn't I tell you! I did something wrong. ”

"What did you do wrong?" Xin Mu got the same answer every time he asked, he was not satisfied, he wanted to know the specific answer.

"A very important thing!"

"Tell me what's important!" Xin Mu reached out to touch the half of his pale face. The face flashed back, revealing an eye with drooping eyelids, without a trace of eye brilliance, "You are still young, you don't understand many things!"

"I'm eighteen! I've grown up!" Xin Mu shouted.

The father in the bronze gate was silent for a while, and said, "Okay! Practice hard, and when you finish practicing, I'll tell you!" When Xin Mu heard this, not only was he not happy, but he was disappointed for a while, "But, I can't practice at all! I'm not the material for cultivation!"

"Impossible, you must do it! You must do it! You are ......" Xin Tie's voice was a little excited.

Xin Mu heard his father's unusual tone and hurried closer to listen, but his father's voice suddenly stopped and disappeared into the darkness behind the bronze door. Xin Mu took the torch and shone it at the small window, the pale face had long since disappeared, and he asked anxiously, "Daddy, Daddy, what am I?"

"Remember! Be patient, be alive!"