Why?

Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the young man's official post, set a death rule for him, and all the copper coins earned by doing chores in the village academy must be handed over to him, otherwise the young man will have nowhere to sleep.

"Father, the son sees that you are the right person with good intentions, and the young man is like a stone-hearted person, how can he know your good intentions! But what about him! Every time he received the copper coin, he never even said a word of thanks to you, and my son really felt unworthy for you!" said Mr. Hu Wuzhou to his father.

"All this, the young man, he knew. But he didn't want to, but he said it with his own mouth and listened to it for his father, but his father was willing to wait until the day when he was willing to tell his father with his own mouth. Mr. Wen Yu looked at the door of the Inverse Entropy Academy and said earnestly to his beloved son Huwu Zhou.

Seeing that his father was so persistent, Mr. Hu Wuzhou stopped persuading.

Suddenly, Mr. Wen Yu thought back to this cold and snowy place, and the hard-working young man was still thinly dressed. Within a few days, he would be frozen, and he would be distressed.

"Wu Zhou, quickly help up for your father! That young man, on such a cold day, is still wearing only a thin dress. That's not going to work, he's going to get sick from the cold. Mr. Wen Yu instructed his beloved son Hu Wuzhou.

"Father, I am your own son, why do you care so much about that orphaned boy?" asked Mr. Hu Wuzhou, jealously.

"Wu Zhou, a poor young man, do you have to be jealous of him? The ancients Zeng Yun said that if you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world. Is it worth your jealousy to be so jealous of being a father who cares for you and gives him a little care?" said Mr. Wen Yu.

"Father, the child is wrong, do not be angry. Your health is the greatest concern for your child. The child assures you that he will never be jealous of anyone again. Mr. Hu Wuzhou saw that his father was so disappointed in himself, so he admitted his mistake and said.

"If that's the case, then great!" Mr. Wen Yu sighed.

Mr. Wen Yu, who returned to the bedroom, lit the candle and rummaged through the wardrobe. After a while, he picked out a few pieces of his own thicker and shabby clothes, ready to be cut.

Although Mr. Wen Yu is old, his eyesight has deteriorated a lot, and he is no longer skilled in needlework, even his hands that were once strong and powerful have become skinny. However, in this harsh winter season, his heart is warm, and he wants to bring this warmth to the hard-working young man through a warm winter clothes.

So, Mr. Wen Yu endured the pain of being pricked by the tip of a needle countless times, and spent a night by the candle flame, and finally cut a warm winter dress about the size of the young man's body.

The woods are deep and secluded, wild deer appear and disappear from time to time, and so do people's hearts.

At night, the young man who returned to the house of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, found that his adoptive father was drinking at home, and knew that he must have spent all the silver taels on his body in Qifeng Pavilion in Shangguan.

The young man knew that after Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, was drunk, he liked to whip him the most, so he wanted to smear oil on the soles of his feet and slip away. Unexpectedly, as soon as the young man turned around to leave, he was grabbed by Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, picked it up, and fell heavily on the cold and hard ground.

Looking at the five copper coins that fell on the ground, Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, was very dissatisfied, so he kicked the young man on the ground viciously.

"Stinky boy, you still want to run! Lao Tzu has worked hard to raise you for fifteen years. It's good that you only gave Lao Tzu this whole day to earn this mere five coppers, and you say how wasteful you are!" Hu Yanting, the official post's adoptive father, scolded angrily.

I saw that the hard-working young man did not resist, but instead shrunk his body into a ball, and let his official adoptive father Hu Yanting kick him in various ways.

Why?

It was only because of the fifteen years of days and nights that the poor boy had already become accustomed to these beatings. He knew very well that if he resisted, he would inevitably be beaten even more severely by Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post.

After a long time, Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, was tired from kicking, so he sat down on the mattress, panting heavily.

"Stinky boy, you're going to tire Lao Tzu to death, get here!" Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, scolded the scaly young man on the ground.

The young man on the ground was speechless in pain, but he didn't dare to disobey the order of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, so he had to use the only strength in his body to slowly crawl towards the feet of his adoptive father Hu Yanting.

There are ten letters in this package, you send them to Shangguan for Lao Tzu and hand them over to the official post there. Within three days, if you can't send it, come back, and Lao Tzu will kill you. If you, the first waste in the land of Kyushu, really didn't arrive on time, you shouldn't come back to see Lao Tzu, and die outside for Lao Tzu!" said Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, pulling the young man's collar.

As soon as the words fell, Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, fell drunk on the bed and fell asleep snoring. He didn't need to hear the young man's yes or no, the boy had to say yes so that he could continue to sleep here in the future.

Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the hard-working young man's official post, was a Hujia Village official post of the Dream Dynasty, responsible for transmitting the correspondence between Hujia Village and Shangguan.

Shangguan is the superior county of Hujia Village, with a large population and a developed economy. Therefore, in Hujia Village, some enterprising men will go there to develop themselves.

Hujia Village is a hundred miles away from Shangguan. In this icy and snowy land, let a thinly dressed fifteen-year-old boy go alone, the ruthless adoptive father of the official post Hu Yanting was afraid that he really wanted to let the hard-working young man freeze to death on the way.

What's more, this 100-mile road is not a broad road. Instead, there is the Thunder Cliff where there are many bandits, the Mingyue Cave where there are thousands of ghosts and monsters, the Sword Spring where the mountain sword cultivates in the abyss, and the countless graves in the cemetery.

Take it to the chest of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, the shriveled package containing ten letters. The young man thought to himself, if you go, you will die, and if you don't go, you will die, so it is better to go out and fight hard, in case you are lucky enough to survive!

After Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, took off his boots, untied his clothes and pants, and let him lie comfortably in the futon. The boy picked up the five copper coins scattered on the ground and stored them all in a broken clay bottle. Those five copper coins may not be anything to Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post. But for the poor boy, it was the result of his hard work, and those copper coins were no longer just copper coins, but the blood and sweat of the hard-working young man. After blowing out the candle, the young man curled up in the futon with his bruised body, and went to sleep.

In his sleep, the young man said to himself: Hu Han Yan, even if you are full of pain, you must work very hard to survive. Because only if you survive, you will have the opportunity to prove to Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, that you are not the first waste on the land of Kyushu in his mouth. Struggle!

In the early morning of the next day, every family in Hujia Village was busy with their own meals.

After simply sorting out his bags, Hu Hanyan said goodbye to Hu Yanting, who was still sleeping with his adoptive father Hu Yanting, who was still asleep.

After opening the door, Hu Han Yan was shivering by a gust of cold wind. At this time, he really wanted to go back and continue to burrow into the warm bed. However, when he turned around and saw Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post on the bed, he immediately broke off his thoughts of digging his own grave.

Suddenly, under the footsteps that Hu Han Yan had just taken, he saw a patchwork of thick clothes. Because he was thinly dressed at this time, he didn't care who put it, so he picked it up and put it on his body.

For a moment, Hu Han Yan felt warm, and after he looked carefully, he found that the thick clothes were the right size for him.

Since there were not many snowflakes falling on that dress, and it was not wet by the rain and snow, it must have been put by a person who knew Hu Hanyan's work and rest quite well.

Hu Han Yan naturally knew all this, but he didn't want to tell that person. He didn't have to worry about the cold weather, but he suddenly felt refreshed, and strode towards the entrance of the village.

When passing by the Inverse Entropy Academy, Hu Han Yan stopped. He stood at the gate of the academy, looked into the courtyard, and when he found that he was looking at Mr. Wen Yu, who was teaching the children in the village, he left in a hurry.

Looking back, after looking back at the icy and snowy Hujia Village, Hu Han Yan pulled the thick new clothes on his body, and he found that it was good to be booed and asked for warmth.

Out of Hujia Village, I knew that there were only three days and a hundred miles of danger. Hu Hanyan didn't dare to delay for a moment, so he hurried forward tirelessly.

Late at night, at the foot of Thunder Bluff.

The cold and hungry Hu Han Yan came to the foot of the Thunder Cliff. He was horrified to see the countless bones on the side of the road. He wanted to bypass Thunder Cliff, but he searched around, but there was no other way.

Helpless, Hu Han Yan had no choice but to try to climb over this steep Thunder Cliff.

It is said that the bandits on the Thunder Bluff are different from ordinary bandits, they only rob tombs, not passers-by. It's just that the thief Yin Liubei is different from them tomb robbers. He would rob a passer-by and throw him into the tomb he had just stolen to serve as his scapegoat.

Fate, wonderful!

Hu Han Yan cautiously climbed halfway up the Thunder Cliff, but he happened to encounter the thief Yin Liubei, who had just come out of the thief cave.

Although Hu Han Yan didn't want to admit it, the moment he saw the thief Yin Liu, he was already a dead man.

The name of stealing the saint Yin Liubei, who kills people like hemp, is very loud. The local government of the Dream Dynasty has been wanted by him on the land of Kyushu for a long time, and even such a remote Hujia village has posted a vicious portrait of him.

Seeing a ready-made scapegoat to be slaughtered, the thief Yin Liubei was overjoyed. I saw him put down the heavy property he had just stolen on his back, and sat on the stones to rest, playing with his sharp dagger.

"Little brother, don't you need to do it yourself, right?" asked the thief saint Yin Liubei with a light smile.

Seeing this scene, Hu Han Yan was frightened, and his right hand clenched the Jue Soul Ying Zhu in his pocket.

"Thief Saint Hero, how about talking about a pen deal?" Hu Han Yan said calmly.

"This is really a big joke! What deal can you talk about when you are dying?" asked the thief saint Yin Liubei with a wild laugh.

"Jue Soul Yingzhu, I don't know the thief saint hero, are you interested in this business?" Hu Han Yan took out the Jue Soul Yingzhu in his pocket and asked tentatively.

"What? Say it again, but the thief didn't hear it clearly. Yin Liubei, the thief who couldn't believe his ears, suddenly stood up and asked with a serious face.

"Jue-soul-ying-zhu," Hu Han Yan read aloud word by word.

"Stinky boy, this thief saint tells you, don't want to deceive this thief saint. That immortal thing has disappeared for a long time, so you might as well die obediently!" said the thief saint Yin Liubei.

Anyway, the thief Saint Yin Liubei clenched the sharp dagger in his hand and stabbed at Hu Han Yan with all his strength.

Hu Han Yan, who reacted instinctively, immediately used the Jue Soul Ying Zhu in his right hand to resist the extremely sharp dagger.

Suddenly, the two objects collided in one place, and a bright white light appeared, shaking the two of them away.

That dagger was naturally not the opponent of the immortal Jue Soul Yingzhu, and it was burned by the dazzling white light in an instant, and the Jue Soul Yingzhu fell to the ground between the two.

The thief Yin Liubei, who was in pain, touched his injured head, stood up slowly, and looked at the bead on the ground that emitted a bright white light.

"Sure enough, it's that Jue Soul Yingzhu!Stinky boy, where did you cultivate the immortal fate and get this immortal thing?" asked the thief saint Yin Liubei enviously.

Seeing that the thief saint hero had no intention of slaughtering himself, Hu Han Yan stood up holding his injured arm.

"Saint Thief, I said that I was picked up by the stream unintentionally, do you believe it?" said Hu Hanyan.

"Of course I don't believe it," said the thief Yin Liubei.

"Thief Saint Hero, whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter. I don't know if this priceless immortal can be exchanged for my cheap life?"

"Yes, naturally you can, but don't you regret it?" asked the thief Yin Liubei very curiously.

"Of course you won't regret it, because you are the one who will regret it. In three days, you will beg me to return this priceless immortal object. Hu Han Yan said confidently.

"Haha! You're afraid you're a fool! With this priceless immortal artifact, I can steal all the cemeteries on the land of Kyushu. This is a big joke!" The Thief Saint laughed loudly.

Anyway, the thief Saint Yin Liubei snatched the priceless immortal Jue Soul Ying Zhu from Hu Han Yan's right hand, and played with it carefully.

"Saint Thief, I remember you've heard a big joke tonight, and it turns out it's not a joke. Is this the second big joke you've heard, so sure it's a joke?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"There's a lot of nonsense, and there will be no time in the future!" said the thief saint Yin Liubei.

As soon as the words fell, the thief Yin Liubei escaped into the ground and disappeared.

"This thunder cliff, where there are many bandits, has finally survived without danger. Hu Han Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

In the early morning of the next day, Hu Han Yan traveled to the sword spring. Because he ran for half the night last night, after waking up, Hu Hanyan felt a very dry mouth. He looked not far away, and saw a spring of water, so he hurried away.

Just as Hu Han Yan took a big gulp and drank half full, several mountain and wild sword cultivators came to stop him from continuing to drink.

"Muddy people! This sword spring treasure land, spiritual spring immortal water, how can you touch such untouchables!" said a mountain sword cultivator with a hideous face.

"Good as water, understand?" asked Hu Hanyan.

Several mountain and field sword cultivators were speechless and at a loss. Although they are not used to seeing such a dirty and muddy person as Hu Han Yan, they know that if they want to cultivate their swords, they must first cultivate their hearts. The last sword immortal predecessor who ascended to the immortal realm once said to them, "One day you have understood the 'goodness is like water', and your sword path cultivation will be near." ”

"The supreme character is like water, and it is surrounded by all things without fighting for fame and fortune. Do not see the world in general, do not compete with the world for a while, do the softest, but can accommodate the world's mind and bearing. Water is the best and softest, the water is dense and dense, the slight is silent, the huge is turbulent, there is no dispute with people, and it contains all things. Water has the virtue of nourishing all things, it enables all things to get its benefits, and there is no contradiction and conflict with all things, and there is no more way of life than this. Hu Hanyan continued.

Several mountain and wild sword cultivators, after hearing this, had an epiphany of the way of the sword, and knelt down to worship this fifteen-year-old boy as a teacher.

"Haha! Yellow-haired boy, listening to a few nonsense words from Mr. Teaching in the academy, you are showing off here, looking for death!" said the great sword master Xuanyuan Langgang Imperial Sword.

couldn't help Hu Han Yan react, Xuanyuan Langgang's Ming Yuan Sword had already pierced Hu Han Yan's heart.

"A few apprentices, what are you waiting for? Could it be that you want to let the teacher dispose of the corpse of the man under the mud?" Xuanyuan Langgang rebuked angrily.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" several mountain and field sword cultivators said in unison. They simply discarded Hu Hanyan's body in a pile of weeds far away from the Sword Spring and in the graveyards everywhere, and then left quickly.