At the beginning of the morning, just after the hour, in a small inn near the foot of Qingluo Mountain, two teenagers walked out slowly. One of them looked quite miserable, not only did he walk with a limp, but he also had several pieces of fir bark fixed to his left wrist, and a thick layer of linen wrapped around it, but the young man who looked a little thin was in a good mood, and said to the young man beside him with a smile:

"Hey, Mo Shiping, we should be able to walk the flat and wide mountain road today. ”

Mo Shiping nodded his head and replied, "Well, today I just went to see the battle of the loser's group, not a trial, it shouldn't hurt to take the mountain road." ”

Wang Fugui said happily: "That's good, otherwise I have to bother you to carry me up the mountain again." ”

Since going down the mountain yesterday, Wang Fugui has sincerely regarded the somewhat swarthy young man beside him as a friend of his life.

Yesterday, after Wang Fugui was beaten and almost delirious, it was Mo Shiping who opened his mouth and asked the disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect for a pain-relieving pill for him to take, and then ran down Qingluo Mountain all the way with him paralyzed all the way. The young man was unfamiliar with the place, so he ran several streets before he found a medicine shop with only one old man.

Lao Langzhong reached out and touched Wang Fugui's left wrist, and pressed it hard, and suddenly Wang Fugui broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

Lao Langzhong stroked his beard, shook his head, and said, "It's a serious fracture, and it's a little troublesome." ”

Mo Shiping, who was standing next to Wang Fugui, was already soaked with sweat, as if he had been drenched in heavy rain.

Mo Shiping lightly wiped some beads of sweat dripping down his chin, and asked in a somewhat anxious tone, "How to save it?"

Lao Langzhong stretched out his hand and pointed to Qingluo Mountain, and said: "This young man still has to go to Qingluo Mountain first, there are a lot of fir trees at the foot of the mountain, go and get some fir bark back to fix the bones." I'll help the injured man apply some herbs first. ”

Mo Shiping nodded, and immediately turned around and ran towards Qingluo Mountain.

Lao Lang took out some medicinal herbs, grinded them and put them on Wang Fugui's left wrist, glanced at the grinning young man, and quipped: "Lost the fight?"

Wang Fugui immediately shook his head when he heard this, and at this time he had regained his consciousness, so he retorted: "I won!"

Lao Langzhong shook his head, sighed, and said, "I won the fight, but my wrist was broken, it's not worth it." Without your friends to send you here, after today, your wrist will never be able to be taken back, and I am afraid that you will become crippled at a young age. ”

Wang Fugui was silent for a while, his eyes were a little red, and he said softly: "He is not my friend, he is my brother." ”

The old man was old, and his ears were a little deaf, so he didn't hear the young man's answer clearly, but just said to himself: "Is there anything that the young man can't be reasonable? ”

Wang Fugui didn't answer, he looked at the bustling bluestone street, there are often people walking together, a happy family, his eyes are full of envy.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who wore a shabby yellow jacket all the year round and followed her like this, and liked to call her brother one bite at a time. At that time, life was very hard, and I often didn't get meat all year round. Every day when the sky is slightly bright, he goes door to door to help the rich and noble families in the city pour night incense, wash the barrels, and have to be busy until noon to exchange for some pitiful copper plates, and even sometimes in order to grab business, he has to get up earlier, and go before dawn, so he offended many children who are also poor, and he has been beaten a lot. Wang Fugui thought that it didn't matter if he suffered more, as long as he could save more money, he would let his only sister marry a good family in the future, and he wouldn't have to suffer with him. Whenever I think of these beautiful dreams, even if the thin boy is tired and sore and wants to rest for a day, he will grit his teeth and insist on getting out of bed, and the days are hopeful. Wang Fugui never let the little girl go out with him, he felt that this was not a decent job, and girls should not come. Whenever the little girl wanted to go out with him, he would lie to the little girl and say that he was going to the city to help unload the goods, and she couldn't help with manual work, and the little girl would stay at home and wait for him very sensibly. In fact, no place that requires physical work will want a thin teenager like Wang Fugui.

Until one day, when he came home at noon and did not see the little girl, he felt a little uneasy, and ran into the street like crazy to look for it, and finally saw a group of people around a tailor's shop in the street three streets away, pointing and pointing. Wang Fugui's heart suddenly chuckled, his whole body was a little cold, he stepped forward quickly, squeezed through the crowd, and finally found the little girl who liked to call him a brother. Only this time the little girl was lying quietly on the ground in a shabby yellow jacket, unable to call her brother anymore, and there was a dazzling pool of blood beside her.

Wang Fugui's mind was blank, he didn't remember how he picked up the little girl, and how he got home, he only remembered that night, he just sat on the mud floor at home with the little girl in his arms, crying, speechless, his dream was shattered.

The great suffering is silent.

Later, Wang Fugui learned that his sister often secretly went to the tailor shop three streets away to help for free after she left, and wanted to learn some handicrafts. That day, when the little girl was about to come back, she was seen by the rich and powerful young master of the Wu family in the city. The young master of the Wu family saw that although she was young, she was still good-looking, and she was born in a poor family, so he wanted to forcibly abduct her back to be a child daughter-in-law. The little girl naturally resisted, she scratched the face of the little master of the Wu family and ran away. The little master of the Wu family knocked her down on horseback, and then trampled on the little girl with his horse's hooves, and then left.

Wang Fugui tried to sue the official, and then he was bitten back, became a wanted criminal, and was pursued by the servants of the Wu family and the officers and soldiers of the government.

On that day, Wang Fugui, who fled from the city in a hurry, was completely desperate. He didn't understand why none of the onlookers were willing to take his sister to the doctor. Why did he sue the official and beg the county official to uphold justice, but he would be pursued in turn. Why did he live so hard, but this world wanted to put him to death.

On that day, the emaciated boy shed tears and swore that one day, when he returned to this city, all those who owed him would die, and it would be embarrassing to die.

Rather teach me to bear the world, and stop teaching the world to bear me.

In the herb shop, the thin young man withdrew his gaze and glanced at his unconscious left wrist, which was obviously painful, but he smiled lightly.

"All living beings are suffering, but why am I so bitter. ”

After a while, Mo Shiping came back panting with a large stack of fir bark.

Wang Fugui's eyes were a little moist, not everyone in this world was bad and transparent, and there would be people who would stand up and say something for him, but it would have been nice if he had met earlier.

The thin young man choked up and said, "Mo Shiping, I owe you another life." I only owe you one in this life, and I will pay it back. ”

Mo Shiping looked at him with some surprise, nodded, and did not speak.

There are some things that are better to say than to rest assured.

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At the foot of Qingluo Mountain, a group of three people came. A young man dressed in a gorgeous costume about a weak crown, and an expressionless old man wearing a black robe. The other is a strong man who looks sturdy and has angry eyebrows, but in fact he is the last.

These three people are Li Muzhi, the crown prince of the Li Dynasty who came from Big Turtle Town, Wei Li, the national teacher, and Cao Dong, who was frightened.

Wei Li stopped at the foot of the mountain, looked up at the wide and neat bluestone mountain road, and suddenly said: "There are guests from afar, but they are not happy. ”

Li Muzhi didn't answer, he knew very well that the national teacher Wei Li didn't say it to himself, most likely to a friend of the immortal family who had already arrived here.

Sure enough, a middle-aged man dressed in white with a sword quietly appeared on the mountain road.

The man in white smiled and said, "What, this is the hospitality of Wei Li in the Southern Regions?"

Wei Li stared at the man in white with a calm look in his eyes, snorted coldly, and said, "I have always disliked visitors from Dongsheng Shenzhou. Especially, the Yuwen family. ”

The man in white tugged at the corners of his mouth, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and said meaningfully, "Since you're here, what should you do?"

Wei Li narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Yes, it's not like beating you back then, how can it be considered hospitality?"

As soon as the words fell, Li Muzhi felt a flower in front of him, and the national teacher Wei Li and the man in white were gone.

"Boom!" Immediately afterward, a loud sound was heard in the air.

Li Muzhi looked up and vaguely saw a rainbow-like sword qi slashing across the sky, twisting the clouds above the sky to pieces. Immediately after, the phantom of a mountain suddenly appeared in the air, and suddenly suppressed that sword qi at the bottom of the mountain.

"Immortals fight. Li Muzhi couldn't help but sigh.

In the absence of this national teacher, Wei Li, Cao Dong was a little bolder, and echoed on the side: "Gongzi is right, this kind of realm is no longer something that I can imagine as a martial artist. ”

At this moment, a black robe suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

Cao Dong was immediately frightened, took a big step back, and didn't dare to continue to speak, for fear that he would say something wrong again and it would be difficult to save his life.

Li Muzhi looked down and saw that the cuffs of the national teacher Wei Li were drawn out of a big gap, which was quite conspicuous.

Li Muzhi was a little surprised, Wei Li, who had always been invincible in his heart, would actually meet an opponent?

"Old man, is that white-clothed swordsman the enemy who came to the door?"

Wei Li shook his head and said, "He just took a junior to pass through here, if he didn't overstep the rules, he wouldn't be an enemy." He and I just swapped tricks and took a step back. ”

Li Muzhi nodded and didn't ask any more, but he was a little shocked in his heart. This large-scale immortal fight is not a real fight, so if it really fights, will it be a fight?

The puppet was furious, and blood splattered five steps. The emperor was furious and ambushed millions of corpses. So what about the immortal's anger? Li Muzhi didn't dare to imagine it.

It wasn't until today that he felt that it seemed that the Li royal family and even the Li dynasty were not a threat in the eyes of the national teacher Wei Li.

Although the Li family ascended to the sky in the south, there was always a Wei Li standing in the sky.

Wei Li glanced at Li Muzhi, who was distracted, and he could naturally guess what Li Muzhi was thinking. And these are exactly what Wei Li wants him to think of. Although he is the only crown prince of the Li Dynasty, the overlord of the Southern Regions, if he wants to become a disciple of my Wei Li, he has to broaden his horizons. A mere Li dynasty is really nothing.

On the mountain road near the top of the mountain, Yuwen Cheshui, who was wearing a black robe, was climbing the stairs step by step. It wasn't until he reached the last step that the boy suddenly smiled, remembering that yesterday he was here, kicking all the rich children who came along the mountain road after him, and rolling them down the mountain like a juju.

Yuwen Cheshui sat on the steps, folding his fingers and happily counting how many kicks he had made.

Unfortunately, with only ten fingers, he couldn't count them.

Dozens, hundreds?

Yuwen Cheshui can't remember clearly, and he couldn't hold back the rise of kicking at that time.

Suddenly, a white dress appeared, and the visitor also sat down on the steps.

Yuwen Cheshui glanced at the white-clothed swordsman with blood on the corner of his mouth, and asked with a smile, "Second uncle, did you lose the battle?"

The white-clothed swordsman blushed, and suddenly said angrily: "Why don't you lose, how ugly it is, this is called... Well, learn from each other, regardless of victory or defeat. ”

Yuwen Cheshui stretched out his finger and pointed at the corner of the white-clothed swordsman's mouth, indicating that he still had some blood stains that had not been wiped clean.

The white-clothed swordsman was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly raised his hand to erase it.

"Won the second uncle, is he very powerful?"

"It's not very powerful, it's just the first person to ask the fairyland. ”

"Oh. Yuwen Cheshui heard this, but replied with some disappointment: "That's simple, no more than ten years, when I become the first person in the fairyland, I can find a place for the second uncle." ”

The white-clothed swordsman nodded, not realizing that there was anything wrong with what this young boy said.

Almost all the immortal cultivators of Dongsheng Shenzhou know that among the younger generation of the Yuwen clan, there are two incredible juniors, who are known as the twin stars of Dongsheng Shenzhou. One of them is Yuwen Cheshui, who has not yet stepped into the cultivation and is known as the prospect of asking the fairyland.

Don't underestimate this sentence, which is expected to ask about fairyland. Almost all the people in the world who really stepped into the fairy realm were monsters of the older generation, and the younger generation was now the Nine Realms Great Cultivators headed by Wei Li. But even Wei Li, who is known as the first person in the fairyland, has stopped in front of the threshold of the fairyland, and he can't cross it for a long time.

The same is true for the white-clothed swordsman, he doesn't know if Wei Li can cross him, but he knows very well that he doesn't have to ask about the fairyland in this life.

The white-clothed swordsman firmly believed that the growth rate of this relatively young boy beside him in the future would stun the world. After all, Yuwen Cheshui's heart and personality are very suitable for this world, and once he embarks on the path of cultivation, he is like a fish in water. In the future, it is really hard to say who will have higher achievements with his brother, that is, another genius boy of the Yuwen family.

Yuwen Cheshui looked up at the sun, calculated the time, and immediately stood up, turned around and ran towards the dojo of the Imperial Spirit Sect.

"Second uncle, let's go, let's go to fight. ”