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The break of the waves, the waves of the broken waves.

It's been five years since I came to Fengyun World.

Five years ago, when I opened my eyes at the foot of the Leshan Giant Buddha, my father gave me a hemp rope with iron balls tied to both ends.

He told me: "From today onwards, you will come here twice a day, morning and evening, to measure the depth of the river. ”

I responded in a daze, and it took a long time to remember that my father's name in this life was Duan Shuai, known as the "Nanlin Sword Head", and he was quite famous in the southwest.

It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that "I crossed over."

Now that I have the opportunity to come into this world, of course I have to make some changes.

The character of Broken Waves can be said to be a representative of greed and cunning in the "Fengyun" series.

I can say without hesitation that I like that broken wave, but that broken wave will only bring destruction to the world.

There is no other reason, just because the role of "Broken Waves" is a supporting role, and he is not the protagonist, so he can only succumb to the wind and clouds forever and become the foil of the wind and clouds.

And my goal is to be the main character!

Rewrite the life of the broken waves and become the protagonist of the stormy world!

But I came to this world suddenly, and I didn't have anything to rely on, even if I had so many whimsical ideas in my head, my body was still an out-and-out child.

To put it simply, the heart is more than enough but the strength is insufficient.

There is a secret saying in the broken family: flood the Buddha's knees and burn the Lingyun Cave.

I know that in a few years, the fire qilin of Lingyun Cave will reappear in the world, and my fate will also be turned upside down because of the arrival of the father and son of King Nie.

Before the Fire Qilin appeared, all I could do was wait.

I waited for five years.

In the past five years, I have successively practiced some martial arts to strengthen my body, such as the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife, the Wind Splashing Knife Technique, and the kung fu of three-legged cats such as Li Jiajian and Liu Jiajian.

These martial arts are also well-known in the rivers and lakes, but their reputation is limited to one state and one county, and they are enshrined as heirlooms by the local heroes, and they are very cherished. But my father was strong in martial arts, so he directly visited him under the pretext of exchanging martial arts, and then knocked over a Zhuangzi by himself, and directly snatched them back as a third-rate martial arts cheats as family heirlooms.

As for the Huolin sword technique that has been passed down from the family, it has never had a chance to come into contact with it.

Five years later, I'm 10 years old.

Today, the weather was good, and I came out of my house with the hemp rope I used to measure the water, and followed the path on the edge of the cliff to measure the depth of the river.

After looking at the direction, I threw the hemp rope with the end of the iron ball down, and the iron ball smashed into the water with a "poof", and the hemp rope was also tightened, and I pulled the hemp rope slowly down with both arms.

When the iron ball touched the bottom, I pulled the hemp rope up, calculated the water level of the river today, and found that it was a foot higher than this time yesterday.

"If the water level is one foot higher every day, then the river will be able to flood the knees of the Buddha in three months at most. ”

I turned to look at the majestic Leshan Giant Buddha, snorted unhappily, packed up my things and turned around.

Regarding the origin of the Leshan Giant Buddha, it is said that because there were often floods and boat wrecks here in those years, an old monk - commonly known as the existence of a high monk, presided over the construction of a big Buddha to suppress the floods.

The strange thing is that the number of floods and boat accidents has decreased a lot.

Therefore, the temple called the Great Buddha Temple on the top of the Big Buddha, the incense is very prosperous, even if we are in the manor outside the hundred zhang, we often hear the sound of chanting and chanting Buddha.

Although the village is the ancestral Zhuangzi, but the family has been in decline for a long time, and now there are only my father, me, and an old servant living in the village, we usually call her grandma.

Ah Po looks very old, I heard my father say that he was taken care of by Wang Po when he was a child, but the strange thing is that although Wang Po is old, her body is very tough, and she has never been sick since I can remember.

She has taken care of our father and son for decades, cooking, chopping wood, and fetching water, which is a miracle.

A hundred zhang sounds very far at first glance, but I walk this road every day, and it is also a blink of an eye, through the first two into the dilapidated courtyard, to the third courtyard, I see Wang Po preparing today's lunch.

The smoke curled from the cooking, and the smell of meat wafted from the music in the kitchen, which made my saliva immediately drool.

"Grandma, I'm back!"

I put the rope down and walked to the warehouse at the back of the kitchen to start chopping wood.

Now that my family is in the middle of the road, although I am the eldest young master of the broken family, my life is difficult, but I have to do this kind of miscellaneous work.

Picking up the axe for chopping wood, I lifted the axe and split a calf-thick branch in half.

Just as I was crackling and chopping wood, Wang Po didn't know when she would be behind me.

"Eh, Grandma, are you okay?"

I saw a coarse cloth package in her hand and asked curiously.

"Young master, in the City God Temple at the foot of the mountain, there is an old friend of an old woman, please take a trip and give this to him...... Okay?"

"Since it's Grandma's old friend, it's better to let him live at home directly, how can he be in the City God Temple at the foot of the mountain. ”

I took the package, of course, at Grandma's request, but I was also curious, Grandma has been breaking the family for decades, when did she have an old friend?

"Alas...... That old thing said that he didn't want to stay at anything, and insisted on going to the City God Temple, but I couldn't help it. ”

"Okay, then I'll go now, Grandma, you wait for my good news. ”

I wiped my sweat, picked up my cloth bag and went out, and my grandmother sent me out of the gate of the broken family village, and told me to be careful on the road.

Two quarters of an hour later, I saw the long-ruined temple through the dense trees.

Because of the relationship between the Leshan Giant Buddha and the Big Buddha Temple, the people nearby petition and repay, are all to the Big Buddha Temple, no one cares about it here, and this side is farther away from the avenue, so it is more deserted.

The door of the temple is ajar, and the light inside is dim and somewhat gloomy.

I pushed open the creaking wooden door with one hand and shouted:

"Anyone?"

No one answered, only a statue of the City God stood in the center, the City God looked vicious, and the black and white faces of the bull head and horse stood on both sides, making this small City God Temple look more and more weird.

Rao has been here a few times before, and this scene still makes me a little hairy.

At this moment, Lord Chenghuang let out a low sigh!

This sigh sounded more like a mouthful, the kind of voice that comes out of enduring unbearable pain.

I was so frightened that I didn't dare to come out, I stood still, my ears pricked up, trying to catch everything around me.

"Huh......?"

Lord Chenghuang made a suspicious sound again, but my heart was even more frightened.

Could it be that this city god is not made of clay, but that there are living people sealed inside?

What zombies, living corpses, ghosts and stuff like that?

"Is that you?"

A shadow under the feet of the city god moved, and a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes of life were opened.

In the dim light, I saw that this man was clumsy, curled up in a corner, looking pained, but the most frightening thing was the rotten sores on his face, which grew densely on his forehead and neck, and looked very terrifying.

As I watched him, he spoke again:

"Your life is actually a greedy wolf sitting alone! I can't imagine that in my life as a mud bodhisattva, I can meet another person who has the life of a greedy wolf sitting alone!"