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It's still early in the morning.

Sunlight.

It's still mild and bright.

The quiet courtyard, the simple bamboo fence, is crawling with clusters of creepers, and trumpet flowers.

Facing the fragrance of flowers, several colorful butterflies danced, sometimes flying into the air, sometimes landing on the flowers.

Suddenly, two tender little hands stretched out and caught a colorful butterfly resting in a flower.

The butterfly flew in shock, drew a circle in mid-air, and flew into the distance.

The owner of the little hand is a four or five-year-old girl, the girl is white and tender, with two pigtails on her head, and when she sees the colorful butterflies flying away, her dark eyes are full of disappointment and doubt.

"Blackie, the butterfly flew away. The girl bit her finger and said to the side.

"Wang... Wang..."

The girl was answered by a crisp bark.

It's just that the sound of this dog barking is not particularly powerful, and it is as immature as a girl.

"Giggles, did Xiao Hei say let's catch it again?" The girl seemed very happy when she heard the answer, and her little finger pointed to the colorful butterflies flying in the distance: "Xiao Hei, let's go, go catch butterflies!"

The sound of laughter like silver bells, as well as the barking of immature dogs, broke the silence of the small courtyard.

The girl giggled and chased the dancing butterflies around the yard, and a pitch-black puppy followed her, jumping up and down happily.

The quiet courtyard has lost its original tranquility, but it has added a sense of happiness and warmth.

Luo Qing sat on the bluestone steps in front of the house, quietly watching the girl and the puppy run happily.

He had a smile on his face.

A smile from the heart.

Once upon a time, I was as happy and carefree as a girl.

But those days are gone.

Three days have passed since he was rescued on that day.

In the three days since he woke up, Luo Qing was thinking about a question: it seems that his heart is getting more and more irritable!

Looking back on the past, when I was in Luojia Village, I was worried all day long in order to fill my stomach, the east family cleaned the pigsty, the west family built the wall and moved the soil, and sometimes in order to be able to eat enough, I had to do the thing of stealing chickens and dogs in the middle of the night. Even when he was beaten and reprimanded, he seemed to be obedient and didn't dare to complain.

But since learning the "Qianyuan Iron Bone Gong", he has some skills and kills in the inn in the city.

I don't seem to frown!

With such a sudden change, Luo Qing still had palpitations when he thought about it.

He couldn't understand why he had such a killing that day!

You know, I've killed a few chickens and a few dogs before.

Dead person.

He's seen it.

And it was a terrible death.

When he was in the Yin Si Temple, he still vaguely remembered the death of the bloody hand man Tu Lin Tiannan and others.

However, this does not mean that he is not afraid.

The thief who steals chickens is still a fourteen or fifteen-year-old half-old child after all.

But in fact, he killed a lot of people that day, and he didn't frown.

As for the specific number, he couldn't remember clearly, almost a dozen or twenty!

Well, it seems that at that time, I thought it was quite cool to kill people, and I wanted to kill them all!

While thinking, Luo Qing's eyes suddenly turned blood red, as if a breath of anger poured out of his chest. A voice in his head told him: Kill, kill!

It's a bad feeling!

It's very uncomfortable and depressed!

It's as if you have been wronged and can't vent it, so you can only use destruction to calm it.

It seems that because of Luo Qing's influence, the originally gentle breeze cooled down, the warm sun was no longer bright, and even the bees and butterflies flying among the flowers quickly fled into the distance.

Time seemed to stand still in this moment, and everything turned a blood-red color, cold and lonely.

A cold wind blew and the swaying fence rattled.

Mu Ran was startled, Luo Qing woke up from his contemplation, his body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and a wisp of bright red color flowed from the corner of his mouth.

I'm hurting!

Moreover, it is still an internal injury!

Since three days ago, he was surrounded and killed by everyone, and there were countless sword wounds on his body, but those were all external injuries, and the only internal injuries came from Mo Changsheng, the son of the Heavenly Sword!

Trauma, for Luo Qing, who is now in the realm of practicing meat, is nothing at all, his own body is strong, those sword wounds are not deep, and he has not hurt his muscles and bones, as long as the true qi is enough, it will automatically heal in three or five days, not to mention that there are three pages of gold paper in the body, and now, the injuries on his own body have all healed, and his skin is as usual, and he can't see that he has been injured at all.

However, the internal injuries are far more serious than the external injuries, and Mo Changsheng's blow, although there are three pages of gold paper to help him collect part of the damage, there is still some true qi that rushes into Luo Qing's muscles and viscera, and wreaks havoc on his own body.

For the past three days, Luo Qing has been using his own true qi to digest and fuse foreign true qi, and finally, last night, he finally eliminated that foreign true qi.

As a result of the penance in the past three days, Luo Qing has also gained a lot of benefits, and the true qi in his body has become more and more refined and strong, and there are faint signs of breakthroughs.

It's just a breakthrough opportunity!

However, now he has suffered internal injuries again!

From his own feelings, Luo Qing felt that his injury this time might be more serious than the blow of Heavenly Sword Gongzi Mo Changsheng.

"How could the master get hurt? Could it be that he went mad? Or is the master's realm unstable?

Luo Qing didn't know why he was injured, his own cultivation was also a wild way, and there was no one to guide him at all, but if he hadn't eaten pork, it didn't mean that he hadn't seen a pig run.

I think back then, when I was in Luojia Village, I heard a lot of books from the 'old man pear'. According to what the old man said, those heroes in the rivers and lakes, when they practice magic skills, there will be those who go mad and be devoured, and some heroes will die because of the unstable realm and forced breakthroughs.

Thinking of the heroes of the rivers and lakes that the old man said about the pear, Luo Qing couldn't help but shudder: "Could it be that the little master really doesn't have that good life? The little master has not achieved his divine achievements, and he doesn't want to die yet!"

"Ahem, ahem..."

Qi and blood surged, and another wisp of bright red slipped down. Luo Qing's originally sallow face turned a little pale.

"Young man, are your injuries all right?"

Perhaps he heard Luo Qing's cough, and an old man in his fifties walked out of the humble room.

This old man has gray hair and a lot of furrows on his face, but he has a touch of concern and kindness.

"Well, it's fine, just a minor injury. Luo Qing grinned and said gratefully to the old man: "I have been taken care of by Lao Lao these days." ”

On the second day after being rescued by the old man and his granddaughter, Luo Qing came to his senses. From the description of the two, Luo Qing learned that this place was Shangyang Village, one hundred and ten miles south of Luoyang City, and the old man who rescued him, surnamed Wang, was called Wang Laohan by the people in the village.

Originally, this Wang Laohan was a family of four, but, three years ago, there were horse bandits and strongmen in this area, Wang Laohan's son and daughter-in-law went out to catch up with the goods, and they were killed by horse bandits on the way back, leaving only Wang Laohan, who was in his fifties, to live with a young girl Niuniu, who was more than a year old.

When the son and daughter-in-law were alive, they could still rush to the market to sell goods to supplement the family, but since the death of the two, Wang Laohan was old and weak, and the young daughter was babbling, and the family had no source of life, and the difficulties can be imagined. In order to take care of his granddaughter, there was no way, so Wang Laohan made a living from fishing and barely survived.

For what happened to this family, Luo Qing was also full of emotion and sympathy.

What's more, Wang Laohan has a life-saving grace for himself, Niuniu is innocent, and he also screams as a 'brother', which makes the chicken thief who has no one to care about and no one to ask since he was a child, and he has no relatives is very moved.

"Hehe, where did you come from so much politeness, when you go out, who doesn't have a difficulty, the old man, I am also a lucky fisher. Wang Laohan smiled and waved his hand, signaling Luo Qing not to care.

For Wang Laohan's temperament, Luo Qing could see that the old man was a kind-hearted person, although when he woke up on the first day, the old man was a little apprehensive and a little scared, but the old man still took out his few savings and asked someone to treat Luo Qing.

Even, he didn't ask Luo Qing's life experience, nor did he ask about the scars all over his body.

The old man didn't ask, it was the best, and Luo Qing didn't say it.

At this time, Luo Qing is not a fledgling boy, the heart is sinister, and if he is not careful, he may be able to bring great disasters to his family or the old man's family.

Thinking of the calamity, he thought of death, and then thought of his own past, Luo Qing's heart was a little confused, and the ghost said in a ghostly voice: "What is the purpose of life?"

In the past, he was to fill his stomach, and then he was not bullied, but those high-ranking nobles were for face glory, and even to control the life and death of others.

Luo Qing couldn't understand these things, but he felt that he seemed to have something, and he couldn't understand it all the time.

When Wang Laohan heard Luo Qing say this, he didn't know that he was talking to himself, this kind old man, after thinking about it, said with a smile: "I don't know why others are alive, but, old man, I know that I live to make Niuniu live better and be happier." ”

After speaking, Wang Laohan smiled and pointed to the weeds and wildflowers in the courtyard, and said: "Why everyone lives may be different, but, in the final analysis, they have their own persistence, just like these wild flowers, although there are not many people who see them, but he always opens, which may be the meaning of his life." ”

Speaking of this, Wang Laohan laughed again: "I haven't read the old man, and what I said may not be right, okay, these things, I don't know much about these things, I'm hungry, the meal is ready, I'll call Niuniu to eat." ”

After speaking, the old man walked out with a loving face.

Luo Qing chewed on the old man's words, and seemed to have some understanding in his heart.

The old man may not have much knowledge, but he has the wisdom of his years.

Luo Qing thought back to his previous self again, step by step, he seemed to have only one way - to become stronger!

As Xu Feiniang said, only strength will not be bullied!

However, on the way to becoming stronger and stronger, all that remains is to stick to your beliefs!

Luo Qing looked up and looked at the wildflowers in the yard.

The wildflower, not pretty, even ordinary, with yellow flowers and gray-green veins, was a little dying.

However, when the breeze blows and the sun shines, it still stands tall and blooms!