As the son of a tenant farmer in the countryside, his idea of martial arts began at dusk that day.

That day, at the age of eight, he followed his father back from the market, holding the little noodle man in exchange for eggs, happily pulling his father's shirt and jumping on the way home.

Before reaching the large slope at the entrance of the village, he followed his father and inadvertently looked up at the sky. The remnant sun is like blood, reflecting the heavens and the earth. Although there was no wind between heaven and earth, the strange thing was that the large clouds kept rolling in the sky, changing into all kinds of strange shapes, and behind the clouds, the setting sun poured blood-like colors on the whole earth.

Eight-year-old ......

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