In ancient times, the demons were chaotic, billions of living beings were ruthlessly slaughtered by demons, and the human race in the Tian Yuan Continent faced the crisis of racial annihilation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Xuanhuang Empire united with the powerful empires to resist stubbornly, and after paying an extremely heavy price in a hundred years of war, it poured the strength of the whole continent into a decisive battle with the demons in the Chaos Demon Ridge, and finally won a dismal victory.

However, after the monstrous demonic flame was extinguished, the ultimate power of each polar country underwent a sudden change, and the once brilliant Xuanhuang Empire was immediately ruthlessly invaded, divided, and eaten away by other empires after the fall of the empire's powerhouse.

The huge Xuanhuang Empire was devastated, and was gradually compensated, divided, independent, enslaved, and gradually declined.

The once glorious Xuanhuang Empire has become an ordinary small country like today's Yuan Continent---- Xuanguo.

The southwest of Xuanguo is Wuzhou, a small mountain village on the edge of Wuzhou, called Huangwu Village.

Early in the morning, in the martial arts arena on the east side of Aragor Village, a strange thing was being staged at the moment.

More than 200 boys and girls from Huangwu Village were sitting in front of a young man with scars and ugly faces, watching him hold a slender wooden stick more than two feet long in his hand and point to the words on the black wooden board in front of him, while reading some funny love poems with an expressionless face, coupled with his hideous scars, the scene looked very weird.

"How beautiful a demure girl is, waiting for me in the corner tower of the city. ”

"Hiding from me, I scratched my head and walked back and forth in a hurry. ”

"How beautiful a quiet girl is, give me a red flute.

"The red pipes are bright in color, and I really like the beautiful pipes. ”

"The girl picked grass sprouts from the countryside and gave them to me as a token, which was really beautiful and new. ”

"It's not that the grass sprouts are beautiful, but because of the beauty gift. ”

The ugly scar boy had just finished reading and was about to put down the slender wooden stick in his hand when a hearty and slightly mocking and hateful voice suddenly sounded.

"What about the second dog? His uncle's! Last time, a song "Painting" made those five big and three rough demon girls send the young master to me to paint, and that's it, but the two dogs who suffered a thousand knives also came to join in the fun, I was really angry with the young master, and people misunderstood how the young master should be good if he had a good man's style?"

"Hah...... Hah"

"Poof!"

"Hahaha!"

The martial arts arena suddenly resounded with the "haha" laughter of more than 200 people, and only a few girls who were dressed enchantingly and seemed to be said to be blushing and lowered their heads. And the other dozen or so slender and outstanding-looking girls raised their heads and looked at each other with provocative glances.

The big ones look at the small ones, the hips look straight ones, the firm ones look at the flat ones, and the convex ones look obsessively at the handsome young men who are attracting everyone's attention.

"Young master, since the second dog was injured by you half a month ago, he is still lying on the kang until now!"

After everyone laughed, a young man named Wu San, sitting next to the mad boy, said in slightly flattering words.

The young man who was called the young master by Wu San was Yang Xiongba, the second son of Yang Zhenyu, the village of Huangwu Village, as his name suggests, is majestic and burly, full of explosive power, and is known as the "little overlord" in the village.

In this village where force is respected, and people and monsters are each other's delicious food, a majestic boy like Yang Xiongba, who is one of the body and strength, is undoubtedly the favorite object of many girls in the village.

It's just that the two dogs next to the "Little Overlord" ignored the young master when they saw it, and they didn't know which tendon went wrong, which led to ......

"Hmph! Ergouzi will not come to my "Overlord Hunting Group" in the future, young master, I will be disgusted when I look at him, and the "Yaksha Hunting Group" in the western martial arts field seems to welcome him, I think he will go to the west!"

Yang Xiongba said hatefully, and seemed to be a little puzzled.

"Brother, you're messing around again! Isn't the lesson your father gave you last time enough?" At this moment, a pleasant girl's voice sounded.

This woman and a dozen girls sat in the right corner together, it was Yang Xiongba's sister Yang Xinyue, although she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but the curve of her body had gradually appeared, long and slim, and she always gave people a feeling of standing tall among a group of girls. Although she was dressed plainly, she couldn't hide her unique temperament at all.

The most important thing is that this woman speaks like a natural sound, which makes people always feel happy to listen to it. In the hearts of many young boys and girls, she is like a fairy descending to earth, always giving people a sense of being clean and sacrosanct.

"Xinyue! Brother can do anything according to you, but this matter is not negotiable, and the "Yaksha Girl" in the west has already mocked Brother several times about this. This time, if there is any guy who doesn't open his eyes, even if I take the risk of being beaten by my father, I will let him peel off his skin!"

Yang Xiongba looked around and hated again, not caring at all about the persuasion of his sister on the right.

In front of the majesty of the "Little Overlord", everyone was silent for a while, as if they did not have the slightest courage to resist Yang Xiongba or had recognized the authority of his "Little Overlord" from the bottom of their hearts.

"Little Overlord" Yang Xiongba certainly has his proud capital, whether it is the identity of Muramasa's son or his terrifying cultivation talent, it is incomparable to everyone at present. At the age of fifteen, his cultivation reached the terrifying Five Heavens of Cultivation. If it weren't for the upcoming Hachimura Huiwu, he would have entered the Bahe Academy long ago.

In the Tian Yuan Continent, a cultivator must go through the most basic twelve levels of cultivation, and the subsequent cultivation levels are Qi refining, foundation building, crystallization, Hedan, Yuan Infant, and Transforming God.

Yang Xiongba saw that everyone was interested in lowering their heads or keeping silent, so he looked at the expressionless ugly scar boy in front of everyone.

At this time, everyone looked eagerly at the ugly and scarred boy whom they reluctantly called "Scholar of Letters", hoping to leave here as soon as possible and start their wonderful life today.

The scarred boy said with a blank expression: "That's all for today, let's disperse!"

At this time, after most of the people watched the elites of the "Little Overlord" and the "Overlord Hunting Group" leave, they stood up in twos and threes and walked quickly towards the outside of the martial arts arena.

It's just that some of them started their old topic of conversation in twos and threes as they walked:

"Oh, my mother! I'm finally relieved, I don't have to see this ugly scar face again this month, every time I see him, I can't eat for three days, my aunt and grandmother I have been keeping my head down, and now my neck is so sleepy!"

"Yes, I don't understand, why is this waste in the village? Isn't it a waste of our beast flesh spirit valley? I really want to kick him away!"

"I said Hu Mazi, you owe it again, kicked the waste away, we are really at the bottom, haven't you noticed that since this waste came, the martial arts priest and her old man rarely whipped us, let alone scolded us for being waste?"

"Yes, whoever kicked him away, I'm in a hurry with him!"

"Hehe! In other words, he is not useless, at least since he became this so-called "literary priest", I will be able to write my own name! I can also comprehend the essentials of the exercises explained by the martial arts priest!"

"I wondered, how could he know so many words, I heard that the martial arts priests all took an ancient exercise to him for translation!"

"Damn, you're bragging again?"

......

The ugly scar boy still stood there with a blank expression, and after everyone left, he slowly read the handwriting on the black wooden board, as if the object of other people's discussions had nothing to do with him.

Perhaps in his mind, the word "waste" is a little exalted on him, and the few lines of words on the black wooden board seem to be a test for him.

Looking at him on the blackboard, his ugly scarred face was oozing dripping with sweat.

"Hey...... Ugly Scar, I'll do it anyway!"

At this time, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, after making sure that the young boys and girls who came here to listen to the lecture had left, walked out of a thatched hut outside the martial arts arena, and quickly rushed towards the ugly scar boy, sighing with a little concern.

It seemed that it was a full distance of four or five miles, and the girl actually ran in front of the ugly scar boy in a few breaths.

Yes, she has cultivated the twelve middle leg veins of cultivation, and she can exert strong strength and fast speed with any step, and a simple jump is as much as three zhang (note: one zhang is equal to three meters three).

"Xiaolian, no need, let's do it with me! You see that I also need to exercise slowly now!" The ugly scar boy turned his head slightly, still with a blank expression, but there was a slight helplessness in his words, coupled with the scars all over his body, and his hideous face, it looked very weird and terrifying.

"Alright then!, you'd better slow down and be careful of causing the muscles and veins to hurt again!" the girl said again, and began to help the ugly scar boy with other menial chores.

"Yes!" the scarred boy didn't say much, and continued with his unfinished "heavy duty".

After a while, the ugly scar boy finally finished the work that was easy in the eyes of others, and then with the support of the girl, he returned to the thatched hut outside the martial arts arena with difficulty.

The thatched hut doesn't look big, only twelve or thirteen squares, and it's arranged in a long shape. The furnishings were very simple, with a wooden bed with a shabby, but clean-looking futon, leaning against a corner of the thatched house.

Next to the bed was a simple stone table, on which were neatly placed some books made of bamboo pieces and unknown animal skins. Above the bed and stone table, a curtain of several large animal skins with simple seams tied together was hung from the top. It seems to prevent rainwater from leaking from the thatched hut from dripping onto the beds and stone tables on rainy days.

The thatched hut has no door, and there is a bench near the entrance, which appears to be used to soak up the sun. Other than that, there was nothing else inside the dimly lit thatched hut.

"Ugly scar! I've had a good fortune these days, yesterday the martial arts priest sent someone to send two catties of spiritual rice, hehe!"

Xiaolian arranged the ugly scar boy to sit down in front of the bed and said excitedly.

It seems that the girl who looks a little dull and cute can only really let go of this thatched house, it seems that this thatched house is her world, and only in this thatched house can she laugh freely.

"Oh......! How is this possible, this is not a festival, how can the village be so generous?"

"Of course, it's your work translating that ancient fragment!"

"It's worth it! Two catties of spiritual rice are spiritual ...... m!"

When the ugly scar boy said the word "Lingmi", the body that crawled densely like an earthworm trembled unnaturally, as if there was a fierce beast in the body that had not eaten for many years, and when it was dying, it showed an extremely greedy demeanor in the face of the delicious food that suddenly came.