The fog gradually faded, the early sun spit out the morning light from the horizon, and the faint white dots dyed the originally dark night sky.

The early mornings in the town are always exceptionally peaceful, and the fresh air caresses the hearts and minds of the people.

The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, the pond shadow is empty, and the sound is silent, but the rest of the children practice the sound.

Behind Sun Qiang, more than two dozen teenagers stretched out their hands and stood with horses, trying to keep their breathing. In every child's heart, there is a hero's dream, Sun Qiang told them that if they want to become stronger, they start from standing on the pile.

Lanlin Town has been standing on the pile for many years, and Sun Qiang stood behind his elders like these teenagers back then.

There are also rules for standing piles in Lanlin Town.

Every generation of teenagers will have a head pile, that is, a teenager who stands next to the elders, this teenager is definitely the teenager who has stood for the longest time, the most standard standing posture, and the strongest combat effectiveness among the Lanlin teenagers of this generation.

Sun Qiang exhaled a long breath, slowly straightened up, and broke the tranquility of the town: "Okay, let's stand here today, the others practice boxing here, Sun Hao, you go back with me to fight iron." ”

"Okay, Dad", the head pile behind Sun Qiang, a teenager stood up straight, straight and straight, and said respectfully.

The other children cheered in unison, and the sky over the town immediately burst into life.

Sun Qiang's house is a courtyard house, but the ancestral blacksmith shop is not here, but a medicine shop. Sun Hao's mother, Wu Yuhe, is the only doctor in the town. Seeing Sun Qiang's father and son coming back, a happy smile appeared on Wu Yuhe's not particularly beautiful face.

After breakfast, Sun Hao took a long breath, slowly put on a posture, and began to practice boxing, the air seemed to become solemn and hot, mixed with the sound of popping and breaking the air.

Inheriting his father's honesty and his mother's gentleness, Sun Hao is a model in the eyes of all the parents of children in the town, obedient, diligent, studious, and successful in learning and practice.

After practicing boxing, Sun Hao walked towards his blacksmith shop.

When Sun Hao came in, Sun Qiang was picking up the hammer in his hand, and an apprentice hammered me and hammered him, ** on his upper body, his bronzed skin shone with a faint red light, as if the fire in the furnace and the flames on the iron juice were absorbed into his body.

Sun Hao stood on the side, quietly watching his father striking iron, and his father told him that to learn to strike iron, he must learn to observe, observe the rhythm of ironing, focus on it, and experience the linkage between the family fire gong and fire when striking iron.

Sun Hao looked at it attentively for a while, walked to the side, picked up his small iron hammer, closed his eyes, sank into the dantian, carefully experienced the charm of his father's iron, and then opened his eyes and said to the helper on the side: "Uncle Li, give me a piece of iron juice." ”

"Bump, bump, bump......" The sound of bumping becomes extremely regular, hitting, flipping, hitting, flipping...... The Dantian Flame Gong turned on its own, and the fire in the furnace rose suddenly, burning more vigorously, and constantly spit out a slight flame in Sun Hao's direction.

Sun Qiang had already stopped striking iron and looked at Sun Hao with a look of relief.

The Sun family's fire has achieved great success, and it can resonate with the fire and produce a rare degree of intimacy with the flame, which is the foundation of the Sun family. I didn't expect Sun Hao to reach this point so quickly.

Sun Hao, who was striking the iron, seemed to feel it, the flames around him were cheering, and the power trajectory brought by the iron hammer in his hand scraped the flow of flames, and then with a bang, a trace of flame power was knocked into the iron juice under the fire tongs, and the iron juice fused into one.

"What's wrong with this fire", one of the apprentices looked at the stove strangely.

Want Want burns the stove, but there is no trace of the sound of burning.

Sun Qiang touched his head, and then showed an innocent smile on his face, smiled at a few bystanders and said: "Whatever happens to him, leave him alone, come, let's continue to strike iron, let the little cub practice by himself."

After speaking, Sun Qiang lifted his sledgehammer and beckoned a few guys to start work.

"Touching ......", with a loud bang, Sun Qiang hammered on a thick iron embryo.

After a pause, he found that his son seemed to be unaware of his movements, and a smile came to his eyes again: "Come, come, let's continue", "touch ......", and the voice was even louder.

In the afternoon, he learned to boil medicine with his mother, and Sun Hao felt that today was a little different from the past. The flames under the medicine jar made him feel more cordial, and after a few jars of medicine, Wu Yuhe praised it: "Today is good, the fire is well controlled."

Today, the pharmacy is not particularly busy, after Sun Hao helped his mother boil a few cans of medicine, he planned to spare some time to accompany a few partners to Jianya Mountain to play, and pick some herbs by the way, but before he could leave, there was a commotion outside the pharmacy, and there was a rush of footsteps.

He heard someone shouting, "Doctor Wu, come quickly, come quickly, Qiangzi is injured." ”

Sun Hao rushed out of the pharmacy with an arrow step, and saw several people walking over with his father in his arms: "Dad, what's wrong with you, why are you injured......?"

Sun Qiang grinned: "It's okay......", but beads of sweat appeared on his head.

Supporting Sun Qiang was a sturdy man in his forties, with bright eyes.

Sun Hao shouted: "Uncle Gu", and an annoyed look appeared on his little face: "Who hurt my father?"

Gu Qiang said in a deep voice: "Just now, Qiangzi and I repelled the Flying Dragon Village."

"Flying Dragon Village?" Sun Hao's eyes were cold: "It's Flying Dragon Village again."

Lanlin Town belongs to Xia Guonan County, is a border town, regardless of the geographical location, created the town around the restless, Feilong Village is a bandit village, only a horse from the town, a horse a day's journey only.

The feud between Feilong Village and Lanlin Town has been a long time, there have been more than 200 years of old feuds, Sun Hao's grandfather and the former owner of Feilong Village died together, and grandma died soon after his grandfather died.

Wu Yuhe frowned strangely while pouring medicinal juice on her husband: "What's the matter? It stands to reason that Feilong Village shouldn't have come to cause trouble at this time."

Gu Qiang's face was solemn: "This time it's a big trouble, it is said that Qu Youyan, the son of Qu Sheng, the owner of Feilong Village, was favored by the immortal family and found the fairy fate."

The news brought by Gu Qiang brought invisible pressure to the town, and a haze shrouded Sun Hao's heart.

Feilongzhai means ferocious, there are two or three massacres in ten years, once Qu Youyan gains power, Lanlin Town is the first object to be destroyed, and his grandson's family, when the time comes, I am afraid that it will be wiped out.