"Roar!"

The little boy looked at the tiger in front of him, his legs weakened, and he sat down on the ground.

The tiger opened its bloody mouth, and the fishy smell made the little boy retreat. His breath was short, his mind was completely blank, and he forgot to run.

Are you going to die?

This is the little boy's heart.

He glanced at the wooden sword in his hand, gritted his teeth, grabbed the wooden sword and jumped towards the tiger!

He is not reconciled, he does not want to die!

He had no father or mother and was raised by a beggar grandfather. But the beggar grandfather died of illness not long ago, and he was the only one left in this world, with nothing to rely on.

The only friend who got along well, but was taken in by the village chief, and his identity has been separated by thousands of miles since then.

Now, he is going to die here, he is unwilling, and he does not want to!

Where would the tiger have expected that the little man in front of him would suddenly burst out, and the little boy pounced on him with all his might, and the wooden sword stabbed into the tiger's eyes!

"Roar!"

The tiger roared and shook it hard, and the wooden sword broke in response, and the little boy was thrown to the ground, rolling several times in a row, dizzy.

The roar shook the sky, and the roar of the tiger echoed throughout the mountain forest, startling the birds in the trees to flutter and fly.

Blind in one eye and dripping with blood, the tiger sniffed the little boy and pounced, vowing to tear the little boy apart!

The little boy fell to the floor, unable to move anymore, and with his age and body, what he could support until now was the limit.

Blood stained his body, causing the tiger's remaining eye to shine fiercely, and it bit down on the little boy!

Finally...... It's over......

The little boy closes his eyes.

Laugh at.

The imaginary pain did not appear, and the little boy opened his eyes, and saw what appeared to be a person standing in front of him, and the tiger fell to the ground, motionless.

The man was dressed in a blue robe, fluttering in the wind. He flicked his sleeves, turned around, looked at the little boy and said, "This baby is tenacious." ”

The little boy could no longer hold it up, his hands clenched into fists, and he fainted from excessive blood loss.

I don't know how long I slept, but when the little boy opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a soft haystack.

He struggled to get up and found that the wounds on his body had healed, and his skin was smooth without a trace of scarring.

Shaking his head, he saw someone sitting cross-legged not far away.

It was an old man, with gray hair, even a long beard, but his face was handsome and plump, and he looked very energetic.

The old man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and the little boy noticed that the old man's breathing was very slow, and he only breathed once every long time, and every time he breathed in, a white mist appeared, as if it was full of fairy energy.

"Are you awake?" said the old man with a smile as he opened his eyes.

The little boy looked at the old man and asked, "Did you save me?"

"Just passing by, it's just a gesture. The old man said: "I didn't expect me to see such a wonderful scene, you are not very old, but you are not small." ”

The little boy did not speak.

"How did you come to this dangerous place alone? It stands to reason that you should be coquettish with your parents at your age, but you ......," said the old man, rubbing his beard.

The little boy lowered his head and said softly, "I am an orphan. ”

The old man looked at the little boy with a wise glint in his eyes.

"Are you a god?" the little boy asked suddenly.

The old man was stunned and smiled dumbly: "No, but in your eyes, people like us may be immortals." ”

"This kind of person?"

"I ...... He is a cultivator. ”

"What is monasticism?"

Facing this little boy, the old man didn't know how to answer, and said with a wry smile: "You kid, why do you have so many questions." ”

Bang.

There was a loud bang in the sky, dark clouds shrouded in the sky, and the sky was overcast, a sign of rain.

The wind is surging and the trees are shaking.

The old man stood up and smiled at the little boy: "You should leave quickly, this deep mountain and old forest is not safe." ”

The little boy looked at the old man, then lowered his head, he didn't know where he was going now.

The village couldn't go back, and he believed that if he went back, he would be beaten to pieces, and the group would never spare him.

He happened to see the broken wooden sword beside him, but he didn't expect it to be taken down by the old man, and the wooden sword was still stained with tiger blood.

He grabbed the wooden sword and fell into confusion.

Tick tock.

The water droplets fell on his hands, and it rained, and the little boy's face was wet, and after a while, his whole body was soaked.

He looked up and found that the old man had not been stained with a drop of water, and that he was floating in the air with a sword under his feet, as if he was about to leave.

"Old fairy!" cried the little boy.

The old man's departing figure paused, turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Old fairy, please take me as an apprentice!" the little boy fell to his knees.

"I don't take disciples. The old man stroked his beard and said, "Go away quickly, don't come to such a dangerous place again." ”

The old man urged the flying sword and turned into a streamer of light and flew towards the sky.

"Old fairy!" the little boy yelled, threw away the wooden sword in his hand, and stood up directly to chase after him, but the old man blinked and there was no shadow, where else to look?

The little boy was not reconciled, and ran wildly, his bare feet quickly worn out of the skin, and blood stained his whole foot, but he seemed to have no feeling.

The rain was pouring down, the wind was blowing, and lightning was rolling in the sky with a rumbling thunder.

The rain wet his hair, his clothes, and his eyes.

The little boy's mind went blank and he ran mechanically, he didn't know what he was doing, but he felt it was the only thing he could do.

Crash.

The little boy fell to the ground, his torn clothes became even more tattered, his knees were worn out, and his body was muddy. He gritted his teeth and got up and shouted to the sky.

"The old fairy—"

A sigh came quietly.

The figure of the old man reappeared, looking at the little boy with a complicated expression: "Why are you so persistent?

The little boy fell to his knees and muttered.

"Alive. ”

"What?" the old man thought he had misheard.

"I want to live better. The little boy looked the old man in the eye.

"Why bother. The old man sighed and said lightly: "Have you thought about it? If you embark on this road, there will be no turning back." ”

The little boy nodded heavily, his gaze determined.

"What's your name?" asked the old man.

The little boy shook his head and whispered, "I don't have a name......"

"In that case, I'll get you one. The old man thought for a moment and said.

"You will follow my surname Chu, as for the name ......"

"When you and I meet, it is fate, it is the grace of heaven, and your name is 'Tianze'. ”

The little boy kept murmuring: "Chu Tianze......"

"Disciple Chu Tianze, meet Master. ”

The little boy kowtowed so hard that he broke his skin, and blood flowed.

"What a stubborn child...... the old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then waved his hand, and the little boy only felt that his body became light, and then flew up.

He stood on top of the flying sword and looked in amazement at the dense woods below.

"Let's go, come back with me, remember, the place where you will grow up in the future is called - Ming Sword Sect!"