The true meaning of history has always been a tribute to the successful and a funeral monument to the loser.

- "Zhou Dian: The Secret Scroll of Daxing"

The sky dome covers the four fields, and a round of sunset in the distance is in the sky.

A few thin clouds floated silently, the glow of the sun transmitting, emitting a faint halo of hazy light.

In Qingzhou, 100,000 mountains rise and fall, stretching across one after another.

Among the mountains, there is a big river named "Hongchuan", a vast soup soup, winding for thousands of miles. The fertile soil and pleasant climate along the river gave birth to many farming tribes who lived on the land for food.

Nanhe Village, at the intersection of Hongchuan and Qingzhou borders, is one of them.

At dusk, smoke rises from the village. The men who returned from the fields pulled their heroic voices, laughing and laughing, and wiped the sweat from their foreheads with their sleeves, and the unique rural rhyme was mixed with thick simplicity.

I can vaguely hear the grandmothers in the village calling for their children, and the tempting aroma of vegetables wafts around.

In the evening, the small village is exceptionally quiet and peaceful.

Only a fence at the entrance of the village can be heard from time to time in the courtyard of the frolicking sound.

In the middle of the courtyard sat an old man with gray hair, and around him sat a group of children, large and small.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked like a hanger. The children all looked at him without saying a word, their clear eyes full of anticipation.

"What are you messing around with a big fart?"

"Don't be foolish, old man. Tell us what happened in the first place."

The old man shook his head: "It's all old things, what else to talk about." ”

The children around him suddenly stopped doing it and yelled at the old man.

"You really don't talk about it?"

Out of the crowd came an older child, with clear eyebrows and a very flattering look.

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, the old man is tired, you need to rest for a while!"

The old man paused, and then laughed inexplicably.

"Hey, hey, hey, unless—unless you call Grandpa a few times. ”

"You don't like to talk about it. ”

"It's just, don't even think about it, no way!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

The children were used to seeing the old man's tricks.

They also knew that if this old and disrespectful guy really didn't want to talk about it anymore, no one could make him speak, including the village chief and grandfather.

In the blink of an eye, only the old man was left in the huge courtyard.

He slowly opened his eyes, picked up the tea cup on the stone pier next to him, and took a small sip gently.

"Whew!"

He jerked to his feet and spat the tea in his mouth.

"Why is this so bad! Sorry for all my hard-earned money, it's all wasted!"

The old man frowned, and he looked bitter and hateful.

Standing for a long time, he sighed heavily, and untied the Aoki wine gourd around his waist.

"Old man, after all these years, I'm afraid only you will really understand me!"

He seemed to be talking to a wine gourd, and he seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Walk through that ten thousand waters—walk through a thousand mountains!"

"Loyalty and filial piety, that benevolence and righteousness - always in the heart!"

"How many disputes in the rivers and lakes - how many grievances!"

"The clouds are rolling and the flowers are blooming!"

"Time flies, vicissitudes of life!"

"The good are bullied—I'll take care of it!"

"Woe to the evildoers—I have no mercy!"

"Two mouthfuls of sun, moon and star knives—"

"A sword with a blue heart and blood!"

"When I'm back in charge—"

"I'm going to turn him upside down—the sky will turn upside down!"

The old man was lying in a rocking chair, his eyes slightly open. At first, he hummed in a low voice, but then he couldn't help but open his throat and roar.

The gourd was held high, and he let gulps of the liquor pour into his mouth, sliding from the corners of his mouth and wetting his clothes.

The mellow aroma of wine wafted over the courtyard and refused to disperse for a long time.

The sunset shone obliquely, and the old man's face was full of afterglow, and his eyes gradually blurred......

At the entrance of the village, a young man sat under a tree with a blank expression.

In his hand, he clutched an old book, with a yellowed cover and two powerful characters printed on it: Jianghu.

He didn't know where it came from, and he was the only one who could see it from the first day he crossed into this strange world.

In the past fourteen years, he has thought of all kinds of methods, such as fire and water, slashing with knives and axes, and not damaging half a point in the slightest.

He was full of joy and thought that it was a strange martial arts technique, the worst of which should be a martial arts secret book.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom and thanks. The toddler child had grown into a half-grown boy, but the book was still blank, except for the two big characters on the cover.

The breeze blows, and the boy slowly turns the first page.

[The First Enlightenment: Nanhe Chapter: Deep Feud in the Sea of Blood. 】

[Trigger Reward: Eight bones are opened, and the body is transformed into a realm.] Trigger Tether: None. 】

The young man frowned, staring at the few lines of handwriting he had stumbled upon last night, and a strange sensation came from his body. He was convinced that he had never appeared before, but he could not understand it for a while.

In a trance, there seemed to be a few figures flashing in the village.

The boy shook his head, took the old book in his arms, and walked towards the village......

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and scattered fallen leaves flew all over the sky.

The old man got up suddenly, the cynical expression on his face had long since faded, and a little essence burst out of his eyes, fleeting.

Following his gaze, a black-clothed figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard at some point, with his hands behind his back, and an indescribable smile on his angular face.

The two of them just stared at each other motionlessly.

Let the wind howl, blowing and hunting in their robes.

"Heh, after chasing for so many years, aren't you tired?"

The old man quickly returned to his normal state, and his words were quite playful.

"After running away for so many years, aren't you tired?"

The man in black smiled noncommittally, his deep gaze unwavering.

"She, is she okay?"

"All is well as you wish. ”

"That's—"

The old man paused, and after saying only one word, he said no more.

"Half a year later, the Beijing division was compared and the crown prince was established. Your Majesty has passed down the will, and she will be the only queen of my Great Zhou Dynasty. ”

The man in black had already said everything in a few words.

"I didn't expect him to really let the little guy ascend to the throne of the prince. ”

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"It was his only child. ”

The man in black's gaze flickered slightly.

How could the old man not understand the meaning of the words, and looked at each other, but tacitly.

In a moment, more than a dozen black-clothed figures appeared outside the courtyard one after another, all of them in the same outfit.

One of them walked up to the man in black, knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord Qiqi, we are respectfully following the secret order, and the verification has now been completed." There are 284 people in the whole village, and none of them are alive, so please instruct your lords. ”

"You've done a great job. ”

"This is a lowly mission, and we are willing to serve the adults. ”

"Why do we have to involve others in our grievances? They are all unarmed innocent people, and you don't have enough blood on your hands?"

The old man's tone was calm, but there was a hint of chill in his gaze when he looked at the man in black.

"The cycle of cause and effect, you and I are the same. As for them - heh, this is fate, and there is nothing I can do about it. ”

The man in black shook his head, his tone mixed with a bit of helplessness.

"My lord, what's next—"

"Needless to say, I have a decision. ”

The man in black waved his hand at everyone, and everyone respectfully retreated behind him.

The sun is setting, stretching the shadows of the group to a slender one.

The man in black and the old man were so deadlocked, silent. The rest of the people did not dare to act rashly, but just stood quietly like sculptures.

"Ahh

"Bang!"

Two strange and untimely noises broke the deathly silence.

Everyone turned their heads suddenly, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they were all stunned.

A black-clothed figure was held high in the hand of a child with clear eyebrows, and on the ground next to him, the same figure was rolling around, with a painful look on his face.

The child looks thirteen or fourteen years old, even if his face is full of anger at the moment, but there is still a trace of immaturity that has not faded.

And the most surprising thing is his unusual strength. You must know that the black-clothed figure in his hand is from the most mysterious institution in the entire Great Zhou. Anyone who is qualified to enter it is a martial arts master who is outstanding in qi and physical skills.

Even if he is defenseless, he should never be easily knocked unconscious by such a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, or even toyed with in the palm of his hand.

"Little thing, stop it soon!"

"If we don't stop, don't blame us for being polite!"

"Aren't they all cleaned up?"

The man in black frowned slightly, and his expression was obscure.

The old man looked at the young man thoughtfully, and then stopped.

The young man didn't notice these details in the slightest, and his bloodshot eyes stared directly at the black-clad figures, as if to reflect the actual anger.

The green veins on his forehead were exposed, and on his delicate face, there was a terrifying hideousness at the moment.

"Blood-debt-blood-repayment!"

He gritted his teeth, threw the man in his hand to the ground, and then leaped and rode onto the man.

"This punch belongs to the village chief's grandfather!"

The boy's fist was raised high, mixed with a gust of wind, and it fell heavily.

"This punch is Uncle Hammer's!"

"This punch is a little small!"

"This punch is ......"

He kept muttering, and his fists poured down like drops, each punch as if it had a thousand pounds of great power.

The sound of shattering bones echoed through the space.

Everyone froze in place, and for a while, no one stepped forward to stop them. By the time they reacted, the boy had already thrown no less than forty punches. His face and body were mottled with blood.

And the one he rode under the crotch had been beaten all over his body, and it was terrible to see. If it weren't for the True Yuan Body Protector, I'm afraid I would have gone to see Lord Yama a long time ago.

"Little crumb, you really don't know how thick the sky is!"

A roar rang out, and a bright light shot straight at the boy's back.

The boy seemed to turn a blind eye, and once again slammed his raised fist into the man's chest.

The speed of the light became faster and faster, and in an instant, it was already close to the boy's body.

Just when everyone thought that he would be severely defeated, they saw that the young man's body suddenly appeared with layers of light, and the upper body of his clothes turned into powder in an instant, revealing a body as toned as a glass jade. The lines are thick and natural, as if every muscle contains endless power.

Before the light could touch the boy's body, it disappeared in the layers of light.

"Huh?"

"I-!"

At this moment, the people present could no longer maintain their composure, and their mouths opened wide, and their faces were full of incredulity.

This kid, with his physical strength, forcibly carried a qi martial art containing a majestic true element!

"This ......"

The old man was speechless for a moment.

"The body has eight bones, and it has entered the realm of transformation?"

There was also a look of surprise in the eyes of the man in black.

But he is more concerned about the safety of his own people. If this little thing continues to be beaten, the people on the earth will be disabled for life, even if they do not lose their lives.

The man in black slowly stretched out his right hand, and suddenly a wave of qi swept out, sweeping towards the young man.

It was only at this time that the teenager felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. He turned his head sharply, a hint of horror on his face. After all, he was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

"Poof!", the young man was swept several feet away by the air wave, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, a group of black-clothed figures were gearing up, each pulling their blades, gritting their teeth one by one as if they were about to break the young man in front of them into pieces.

"I'm going to keep him. ”

The old man pointed to the boy lying on the ground and said softly.

"He seriously injured my people. ”

"I know, I said I'm going to keep him. ”

The man in black pondered for a moment: "You can't leave." ”

The old man smiled: "You can't do it. ”

The man in black was stunned, and his gaze at the old man was a little complicated.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

"Between us, the two are clear. ”

The man in black was surging around his body, and he saw his body tremble violently, and a stream of reddish-brown blood was thrown into the air, which was particularly bewitching.

"Your Excellency!"

"Your Excellency!"

Several exclamations rang out one after another.

The man in black covered his chest, waved his hand at everyone, and slowly spit out a voice: "Retreat!"

"My Majesty, according to Your Majesty's will, you must see people alive and corpses when you die. Now you are afraid that your actions are inappropriate. ”

"Are you my people, or are you from this Great Zhou Dynasty?"

The man in black turned his head to look at everyone, and spoke softly, but every word was clear.

"Adults have the grace of knowing us, even if we go to the soup for adults, we will never complain!"

"Yes, my lord treats me like a mountain, even if the adult wants us to follow you to break this day, we will definitely not have a word!"

There was a row of figures kneeling on the ground, and the scene was particularly shocking.

The corners of the black-clothed man's mouth seemed to raise a subtle arc, facing the sunset, and he walked into the distance without looking back.

"Today, our company is ordered to track down the whereabouts of the imperial court Qin, and we don't want to encounter a plot, and everyone is injured. The prisoner escaped and his whereabouts are unknown. ”

The man in black stepped on the void, one step at a time, and when the last word fell, his figure had disappeared from everyone's sight.

As if he had anticipated the actions of the man in black, the old man stepped forward, picked up the injured boy, and carried him into the thatched hut.

In the cold wind, a group of black-clothed figures stood at a loss, looking dazed.

"We—just left?"

A voice rang out.

"Otherwise, what else should I do?"

A voice responded.

A series of bursts of sound across the air swept through the approaching night, leaving only the pungent smell of blood echoing over the humble hamlet.

There was a faint light on the chest of the young man in the room, and a few large gilded characters slowly appeared on the book.

[Preface: When is the old thing in the rivers and lakes, don't ask about the enmity and hatred in the wine. 】

[Trigger Plot: The Great Wilderness.] Plot clue: Beast in the woods. 】

In the long night, only a little bean-like lamp greeted the dawn, welcoming the long-lost dawn.