In the year 988 of the new era, the clouds and mist of the Tianbei Mountain Range, located at the extreme north of the mainland, continued to rise, and the sea of clouds above the mountainside surged, and pedestrians were like being in a fairyland.

A mountaineering team in different costumes appeared and disappeared in the sea of clouds, and Zhang Yusheng, who was attached to the tail, followed behind his panting father, constantly watching various wonders in the distance, and his eyes were also full of mist.

"Don't be blind, hurry up!" The decent-looking father Zhang wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and tried to overtake the people in front of him many times to rush to the middle of the line, but because other parents were always unwilling to give way sideways, he failed again and again. "Being selected by the immortal master on the mountain is a great blessing for my Zhang family, you must behave well!"

Eight-year-old Zhang Yusheng's small arm was red from his father's grabs along the way, and he tried to break free again and again but always failed. The father was so stubborn, how could he be embarrassed? He had to stagger and follow, just like the miserable children in front of him.

At noon, the leader of the procession finally stopped. This is a middle-aged man in a gray robe, except for the word "Tianbei" sewn on the side of the neckline, there is nothing unusual, but all the parents and children in the team have maintained their respect for several days. Since Zhang Yusheng was sent out of the city by the teachers and students of the academy that day, he has been following this uncle, who is not good-looking, watching him use strange methods to select nine young people of great or young age in various cities, villages or mountains, and finally meet his father and other parents who rushed to hear the news before entering the Tianbei Mountain Range.

The adults pulled the children to tell them thousands of instructions, and the content was about the same, so that they must be obedient to the "immortal master", go up the mountain to learn hard in logistics, and when the cultivation is successful, they will definitely soar and prosper. The laws of the empire are basically ineffective against true practitioners, and practitioners rarely take the initiative to intervene in the politics and disputes of earthly nations, but it is undeniable that almost all rulers in the world will treat those monks who have achieved great things, because the unanimous approval of the cultivators is the cornerstone of the rule of a dynasty for generations. Otherwise, if you don't make a move, with the foundation of a top cultivation holy place like the Tianbei Sword Sect or the Qingcheng Martial Academy, it would be easy to cut off the inheritance of a great country......

Therefore, although there is a saying that cultivation does not care about the world, the rise and fall of any country is inseparable from the support of cultivators, and as Zhang's father said, if Zhang Yusheng is successful in cultivating swords in Tianbei, the Zhang family, which has always been unknown, will become a top nobleman, and completely wash away the shame of generations of merchants, and no one will treat him coldly, and he will be treated by local nobles wherever he goes......

I hope my father's wish will come true. Zhang Yusheng thought about it, but he didn't think that the bright future that his father was trying to describe could provide him with much motivation. It was indeed unexpected for him to be selected by Tianbei, but because he was affected by some things, he did not have such an exaggerated surprise as his father. There will naturally be some expectations for the unknown, but for other people's arrangements and even fiddling, Zhang Yusheng has been extremely disgusted since he was a child.

Let's take it one step at a time, he thought.

Suddenly, a loud sword roar sounded in all directions, and dozens of young men wearing the same clothes walked out of the clouds and saluted after recognizing their identities.

"Welcome Elder Li back to the mountain. ”

"You will examine the talents of these new juniors later and make arrangements for each of them. The gray-robed elder arranged, and then looked at the respectful parents, "You can go back, my Tianbei Sword Sect is directly pointing to the Great Dao, and the connection with the mortal world has never been too deep." ”

The parents saluted one by one, looked at their children proudly or reluctantly, and then silently walked down the mountain.

The elder suddenly called out three names, "You three go directly to the Sword Hall with me to register." Zhang Yusheng was inexplicably named, and he didn't know that Zhang's father, who had just walked not far away, grinned happily after hearing his son's name, thinking that it was in vain that he had given away most of the family property that he had accumulated for so long, and regretted that there were still two families who secretly adopted the same routine as himself. Although the status of the merchants in the world was low, their financial resources were first-class, even better than most dignitaries.

Registered personal information, received basic equipment, listened to a bunch of door rules, memorized some taboos, and participated in a ceremony that I didn't know why, and finally was patted on the head by a certain immortal wind dao bone elder, and from then on, Zhang Yusheng was going to start his sword learning career.

After entering the kendo, Zhang Yusheng learned from a senior brother that the palm on the head when he first entered the mountain gate was called "Cutting Dust". At that time, he did not know the true meaning of these three words, and only regarded them as a ritualized behavior. Eleven years later, he finally understood that the palm that the elder used with a smile on the day he entered the Sword Sect quietly faded and blurred some of his memories.

A certain child who was accidentally injured when he was a child, the first teenager to bully him, an adult who was fooled by himself, a distant relative whose father flattered him in every possible way, and a certain girl who accompanied him......

The girl had watched from afar as she was looted, threatened, verbally abused, and beaten inexplicably by several senior students in the alley of the school...... Zhang Yusheng threw a punch with hatred, and got a slight gain, so he was hit with more punches. With fists and kicks, Zhang Yusheng also found an opportunity to make a kick, but it was fruitless.

The whole body hurts hotly.

"Do you want to resist? Beat up this little slut. ”

"Hahaha! That's all he's capable of. ”

"Don't punch in the face, it's too obvious......"

"You can't even kick an ant to death with this kick!"

The sound of the wind, the blows of fists and feet to the flesh, the noisy scolding......

"Shoot again, or you'll lose." The girl in the shadows said suddenly, her voice echoing through the narrow alley.

The sound of cracking, the sound of energy blasting, and the sighs of the audience......

"Then you're losing. She added.

A sword roar suddenly sounded. The chief elder of Tianbei was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was an illusion, and slowly moved his gaze back to the ring.

Then he sat up suddenly.

The sound of the sword was fleeting.

Otherwise, you'll lose...... Eight-year-old Zhang Yusheng endured unprecedented pain and pondered for the first time the meaning of the word win or lose. What happens if you lose a fight? It hurts, but as long as you endure it, nothing will be left. So what if you win? Maybe you will feel happy, these teenagers who are throwing their fists and kicks viciously laughing so happily, are they really happy? Is it the happiness of grabbing money, or the happiness of getting a sense of existence and identity, or the happiness of a sense of accomplishment and superiority, or the happiness of seeing others in pain?

If the person being bullied really gets the opportunity, will he take pleasure in bullying other people? What is this? Feng Shui takes turns not to bully the poor youth? No, this is nothing. Zhang Yusheng gritted his teeth.

My father taught me early on that this was a world where the strong could run rampant and do whatever they wanted, but the weak could only survive in the cracks. The weak can become strong, and the strong can become weak. Practitioners can pay attention to seniority and support, and most of the time they also use combat power to decide the winner, and slaves will only speak with soft and hard fists...... The strong are respected, the weak are spurned, and the strong take pride in bullying the weak in order to prove to the world that their position is secure.

But what's the point?

This world shouldn't be like this.

Eight-year-old Zhang Yusheng gathered all the strength in his body, and then poured out all of it through the next punch.

The punch was like the wind, and it was magnified in front of the eyes of the senior boss, so he flew upside down, and the breeze that he drove ruffled the girl's hair. The girl laughed and said nothing, and the rest of the people fled when they saw the girl.

"Make a friend, right?" Yu Jie stretched out her hand to the young man who had a little cloudiness in his eyes and began to pant loudly after the punch.

Zhang Yusheng lost the strength to raise his arm, and just looked at the girl's dark eyes without saying a word.

"The martial war is over!" Elder Tianbei's shout suddenly resounded throughout the audience, and everyone present still did not react.

Yu Jie's fist stopped on Zhang Yusheng's abdomen, and people noticed that the seventeen-year-old boy's right hand holding the sword began to tremble at some point.

"It's a shame to be scared like this. A certain high-ranking disciple of the Tianbei Sword Sect who had just fought pursed his lips disdainfully.

"Yes, if it were you and me who would fight, even if we would lose in the end, we would never be as timid as this kid. Another winner commented, "However, this woman's combat power is indeed very strong, and I am afraid that only the personal disciple of the head of the sect can ensure that she is defeated......"

"No wonder they are all personal disciples...... someone sighed.

Zhang Yusheng breathed a sigh of relief extremely slowly, and slowly dissipated the hastily condensed power in his right hand. All of his internal strength, fighting spirit, and fighting spirit were forcibly introduced into this wooden sword at that moment, so that the sword body that had been strengthened by the secret method of the sect was on the verge of shattering. He was ready to slash this sword, but the target was not the girl in front of him, but the ring under his feet. Yes, in order to make Yu Jie stop the stormy attack, Zhang Yusheng planned to destroy this ring.

If the surrounding senior brothers learned his thoughts, I am afraid they would laugh wildly, because there are only a handful of people in the whole world who have the ability to destroy such a large ring with a wooden sword, and a guy like Zhang Yusheng, who quickly transferred to the high level in only ten years, has an unstable foundation, is not strong in sword heart, and has no outstanding talent, it is impossible to do it anyway.

A cold sword intent that almost no one noticed, as cold as ice, quickly dissipated without a trace.

Elder Tianbei secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said to Elder Qingcheng, "This battle is indeed won by your court. In the face of someone with such an amazing martial arts talent, this kid lost unjustly. ”

Elder Qingcheng nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly said, "The two of them seem to know each other before?"

Elder Tianbei looked at the stage suspiciously.

I saw the girl in the ring in the distance slowly take a step back and whispered, "Scared to death." ”

Zhang Yusheng suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his left hand in front of everyone, and gently wiped away the dust and sweat left on Yu Jie's face due to Fang Cai's fierce attack.

"Hit so hard......" he grumbled softly, his face expressionless.

The Tianbei Senior Brother's mouth that was commenting grew bigger and bigger.

Another disciple of the head of Tianbei who had just developed a love for Yu Jie was on the spot, "This ...... This guy is too fast, isn't he? I haven't ...... yet."

So in the suddenly quiet venue, the beautiful girl who was in the spotlight showed a warm and lovely smile.

The edge of the dust is broken, and a smile is even more captivating.