Old Master Meng briefly explained a few words for them, but it was the most ordinary preparatory activities that ordinary children of Jianghu people often do, such as running with weights, squatting on horses, and pressing legs.

Han Ling and Hansu live together, but they have a little bit of a pampering and humiliation when they say it sounds good, and they are expressionless when they say it is ugly. But the boy was different.

He was full of hope and wanted to learn the unique martial arts of the world from the current kendo powerhouse, but he was told that there was no legendary peerless cheat, only that he still had to be the same as others, and like all the people in the world who practiced martial arts, starting from scratch, how could he not be disappointed?

The master scolded coldly: "No glory can be easily obtained, if you don't even understand this, you should go back to your Taizhou." Came all the way just to make the old man a little more disgusted with your Kangda Meng branch?

The Master's voice was not loud, attracting the attention of the students around him to salute. The boy who called Meng Ni only felt aggrieved in his heart, but he could only show panic on his face and ask for forgiveness from the old sect master.

"Master, the student is really wrong......! I'm so shallow that I don't know ...... world."

Old Master Meng didn't seem to like the Meng branch very much, and frowned and interrupted: "That's how the small family is...... There will be a next time, and I will never be spared!"

Han Ling watched silently from the side, he didn't quite understand why Old Master Meng was so angry, maybe it was because the Meng branch was too dependent on the main sect to ask for it? Or maybe Old Master Meng worked hard when he was young, and he really couldn't get used to this kind of behavior of not knowing happiness in the midst of blessings?

But either way, it has nothing to do with him. He was just a small person, and he didn't have the ability to probe the anger of the old sect master of the super family, and there was no need for this.

Then Old Master Meng pointed out two clichés such as what is expensive and persistent, reminding him to set up a stake at home and sharpen the thorns with a sword every day. After that, they are asked to attack each other with branches to find a feeling.

The two of them held flower branches in their hands and attacked each other as if they were children. However, maybe Meng Ni held back a fire in his heart, and this ordinary practice was not merciless.

Han Ling was already small, and it was quite difficult to dodge with a thick branch in his hand. was swept by him all of a sudden, Han Ling was in pain, and the flower branch fell to the ground.

At this time, the other two groups were resting, and many people came to watch the two children. Meng Ni stepped forward to hold Han Ling's hand in a fake way, and asked with concern, "Are you ......?"

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Oh my God! Why are your hands so cold! colder than the hands of a dead man!"

Han Ling was stunned, he seemed to be naturally sensitive to heat, and he always thought that this body was afraid of heat. As for contact, Hansu confined him in a sick state, and there were only a few people who had physical contact with him, still under Hansu's monitoring.

The little teenagers were in an uproar, and they were so curious that they wanted to come forward and touch this rare doll. Han Ling struggled, but it didn't work.

As a person at the pinnacle of martial arts, his ear power is naturally outstanding. Old Master Meng had already heard what was happening. It is not that people who are born with alien bodies have a great impact on their innate talents, and they don't know whether this influence is good or bad.

This kind of thing is extremely rare, but it is not uncommon.

Because-

He himself is one of them. And this anomaly made him torture, but it also made him laugh to the end.

The old master looked at the child who was surrounded by the group, and couldn't help but be in a trance.

It's the same scene, a group of teenagers around the children squatting in the middle, and the group is raging.

"His eyes are poisonous, kill him!

The child in the middle was pale, but his eyes looked coldly at the boy who was screaming the most, and his eyes flashed with a strange light. It is as lingering as a lover's gentle whisper, but it hides a highly poisonous edge.

The boy suddenly covered his eyes and fell backwards with a scream.

The surrounding teenagers were frightened and frightened, and took two steps back. Seeing that the child in the middle looked at them with his head sideways and a slight smile, the group of teenagers screamed in fright, and even their companions ran away without caring about their legs......

The child staggered to his feet and staggered to a hidden place to hide.

He sat on a tree with a crooked neck. Ye Er was deep and shallow, silent about the hustle and bustle.

The clouds on the horizon are beautiful, rolling out of the mysterious pink and purple.

It's a pity that no one in this world likes him.

......

Old Master Meng came back to his senses, and the people who came over in the wind and waves were hard-hearted after all. He hid behind a tree to see how the four-year-old cope.

Han Ling only felt that all the hands were waving in the sky-

"Oh, take your hands away, I'm claustrophobic!! !"

However, it still didn't work. Many people have already pinched the face of the little pot friend's bun and exclaimed in surprise: "Really!

Han Ling's heart was like ashes, and he roared loudly: "Get out of here!"

As he spoke, he picked up the flower branches and pumped them randomly, regardless of them, his eyes and mouth, which were soft and prickly.

This trick really worked, and soon the crowd scolded and gave him a way out.

Han Ling ran in front and shouted, "Listen to me!"

The crowd fell silent a little, and Han Ling took advantage of the situation and said, "If you want, I'll tell you a story." A story about where I came from. ”

So everybody was silent.

Han Ling concocted a fanciful adventure story for the group of little boys. False and real, true and false.

It's not that he didn't have doubts about his origins.

According to the scene reflected by the sound of "Han Ling", it should be the land of the extreme north. However, the Far North has always been a forbidden land, but also a place of death. It is hard to imagine how the thinly clothed Father and Son got in, how they got out, and for what reason they crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to that place.

According to the many interrogations of Mr. Han Suhan, Han Ling had a preliminary understanding of some things from his words.

For example, Hansu went there out of helplessness.

For example, Hansu seems to be able to give some magical power to the sword he forged.

For example, Han Ling seems to have been born there, and he inadvertently received some gift from the snow mountain.

For example, Han Su's wife and Han Ling's mother seem to have disappeared in this escape......

Although nothing mentioned his mother, this did not prevent Han Ling from making up the image of a gentle and great mother in his own mind. As the wife of a magical swordsmith, she is also destined to be extraordinary, perhaps she has extremely high martial arts, and follows the father and son to walk quickly on the vast snowfield. Or maybe she is the daughter of a famous family, buried forever under the avalanche, making this elopement sweet and cruel......

Han Ling's ruthless mother in her previous life gradually faded away in Han Su's seemingly indifferent but actually warm feelings.

With the memory of his parents in this life, Han Ling told the beginning with sadness in the expectant eyes of all beings.

"On a dark and windy night, they were chased and killed, and a family of three walked one foot deep and one foot shallow in the snow. The horses were immobile and abandoned. The luggage could not be carried and thrown away. Sharp swords and swords, buried by the wind and snow......"

The teenagers listened attentively and looked up at the four-year-old child standing on the podium.

However, out of the corner of his eye, Han Ling stared nervously at the other side.

The Master had already come out from behind the tree and stood in the shade of the tree, unable to see his expression clearly.

In front of him was Meng Ni, who was looking up at his little face at this time, as if he was afraid and seemed to invite merit: "Master, Master, he is a monster! Monster ......."

Old Master Meng couldn't bear it anymore, and his face was cold.

"You can learn, you can't learn!"

Meng Ni seemed to want to say something, but Old Master Meng had already shown a creepy smile like the stubborn child back then: "Meng Ni." From this moment on, you have been expelled from Meng's private school. You are limited to leave Fanyang County within two days. ”

There is always something that cannot be touched.

There are always some scars that you think it's okay for, but in fact it's just pretending.

Han Ling finally put his mind at ease and pinched the two images in his heart together.

The two moons do not diminish, and the clear light has not changed for eternity, and in the snow in the far north, I don't know if she has turned into the wind.

The stars shone mysteriously in the sunset, and I don't know if thousands of years later, her beauty is still frozen under the snow-capped mountains.

The few girls had long since stopped crying, and the young man, although his face was sad in his exciting narration, longed for an adventure, an adventure like Han Ling's.

The sun is setting, and the flowers are blooming. The heavens and the earth are red, and there is a kind of madness that is at the end of the road.

Han Ling took Old Master Meng's hand and walked through the rhubarb in the eyes of everyone and walked into the grass house.

He turned around and smiled evilly at Meng Ni, who was pale-

I'm a monster, you're going to bite me!