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Song Sanzi felt that he was living in heaven for the past few days, as if he was sitting in a sweet dream, so his legs were already covered with bruises. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because every morning when he woke up, he had to pinch his thigh hard to see if it was a dream, even if the pain was unbearable, he couldn't control his hand, and the strength was getting stronger and stronger.

Song Sanzi is thin and small, although he is ten years old, he looks like he is six or seven years old, his face is yellow and thin, his hair is yellow like weeds, he takes off his clothes, and his ribs are clearly visible, because of long-term poor nutrition and insufficient food.

When his parents died at the hands of thieves when he was six years old, he became an orphan with no means of livelihood but to beg on the streets.

Although Chengdu City is extremely prosperous, but the people's hearts are quite ancient, see beggars, mostly avoid the past, too lazy to take care of, if you follow the entanglement, most of them will be beaten, fortunately, there are still good people, see that he is young and pitiful, he will give some food, so that he can maintain immortality.

This winter, he was unlucky, and the torn padded jacket he had worn for three years was robbed.

The weather was also quite weird, overnight, the climate changed sharply, it snowed heavily, he lived in a broken temple, although the broken windows and doors were blocked by him early, it was still very cold.

When he was begging this evening, he met a vicious dog and chased him to bite him, and as a result, not only was half of the head of the nest snatched away, but a piece of flesh was bitten off his buttocks, and a lot of blood was shed.

He was cold and hungry, and he bled a lot, and he felt even colder, and in the first half of the night, he did not dare to lie down, for fear that the fire would go out and he would never wake up again.

In the second half of the night, he dared to lie down and sleep, his stomach cramped, and when he saw anything, he wanted to put it in his mouth, but fortunately, he had been much more hungry over the years, and he had resistance, and used a unique transfer method to force himself not to think about food, but to think about a wonderful future.

In the future, I will worship under the famous teacher, practice a supreme martial arts, clean up the vicious dog that always chases me, peel the skin, stew in a cauldron for a day, and eat cleanly, in order to repay the evil spirit I have suffered in the past two years!

Thinking like this, my heart was full of excitement and longing, and I suddenly forgot about my hunger and gradually fell asleep.

It's just that he didn't think that the fire went out very quickly today, and he didn't sleep for a while, and it burned out quickly, and the broken temple suddenly became cold.

In his sleep, although he felt the cold, he couldn't open his eyes, and could only wait for death gradually.

In a trance, he smelled a faint fragrance, and then his body was moved, and a warm current swayed in his body, and gradually, his body warmed up, and his strength slowly returned to his body.

He struggled to sit up, and it was already getting dark.

In front of me was a woman covered in a white veil, and her eyes were as clear as the water of an autumn lake, and I couldn't help but look at it.

Although he couldn't see this woman's face, just these eyes made him fall into it involuntarily, and he couldn't extricate himself.

"You little ghost, you just woke up, your eyes are not honest!" a crisp laugh rang out, and the woman pointed at his forehead.

Song Sanzi was intoxicated, and he only felt that he had never heard such a beautiful voice in his life.

"Thank you sister for saving your life!" Song Sanzi turned around and lay down, knocking his head three times on the muddy ground, and his forehead immediately turned blue.

Although he is young, he has experienced warmth and coldness since he was a child, and when he hears the woman's voice, he knows that she is not very old.

"No need to be polite!" The girl laughed coquettishly, and gently flicked her sleeves, the moon-white Luo shirt was clean and flawless, Song Sanzi immediately knew that the girl in front of her was either rich or expensive, and this kind of clothing was not ordinary satin.

"You little fellow, you're clever, Gui Geng?" the girl chuckled, her bright eyes swept across his face, and asked in a harmonious voice.

"Good sister, I'm eight years old!" Song Sanzi rolled his eyes and patted his thin chest, he was not afraid of life, and he had the ability to be self-cooked.

The girl nodded, she didn't expect Song Sanzi to have a lot of eyes, and reported the age of ten to eight years old, turned her head slightly, looked forward to a week, and asked, "Why do you sleep here alone?"

"My father and mother were killed by thieves, and I have no home, so I can only sleep here-!" Song Sanzi replied nonchalantly.

The girl's eyes flashed, revealing a look of pity, she was busy putting it away, shaking her head and sighing: "Living alone at such a young age, it's really hard for you!"

"Hehe, it's nothing, I'm not alive and well!" Song Sanzi waved his hand, his heart was sour, but he held on to a look of indifference.

The girl looked at him softly, shook her head, stroked his grassy hair with her snow-white jade hand, and said softly: "Go back with my sister, although I am confined to the rules of the sect and can't take you in, but I can do it after eating a few full meals!"

"Oh?" Song Sanzi's heart moved, but his vigilance rose, and he hurriedly asked, "Which sect is my sister a chivalrous girl?"

He saw the long sword on the girl's waist, coupled with the warmth that poured into her body just now, and he already knew that she must be a heroine who knows martial arts.

He was extremely excited, if he could learn two tricks from her and become a chivalrous man, then he would no longer have to starve, nor would he have to be bullied and chased and bitten by vicious dogs!

Although he is young, he knows that the world is difficult, and he is often not satisfied, and he is not carried away by the excitement, but he still remains sober.

"Sister, I am a disciple of the Shuiyun Sect, have you heard of it?" The girl pursed her lips and smiled, the white veil was extremely thin, he could faintly see it, looking at its outline, this sister was an extremely beautiful person.

"Water Cloud Sect?!" Song Sanzi's eyes widened, and he nodded vigorously: "I've heard of it, I've heard of it!"

He usually begs, the news is quite well-informed, the news of "Shuiyun True Solution" is rumored in the martial arts, and he often hears people talk about the Shuiyun faction.

In his impression, the Shuiyun Sect is very mysterious, one of his ideals is to be able to marry a disciple of the Shuiyun Sect, I heard that the disciple of the Shuiyun Sect is not only strong in martial arts, but also a supreme beauty, to be able to marry a wife, it is really a supreme wonderful thing.

"It turns out that my sister is a chivalrous girl of the Shuiyun Sect, and she has been looking up for a long time!" he clenched his fists and arched his hands, as if he was a martial arts high-roller.

The girl chuckled, covered her lips with her little hand through the white veil, and giggled, "How old are you to do this?!"

"Isn't it good......" Song Sanzi scratched his head, revealing a bit of naivety.

"Giggle......" The girl laughed coquettishly, stroked his hair, not too dirty, and chuckled: "Okay, my sister is going back, will you come with me?"

"My little life was saved by my sister, so I naturally obey my sister's orders!" Song Sanzi called her sister non-stop, her small mouth was like smeared with honey, but it was forced by life.

"Well, my sister won't hurt you!" the girl saw the wariness in his eyes, shook her head and chuckled, stroked his messy hair, took his hand, and walked out of the ruined temple.

The girl was in a carriage, and when she passed by the broken temple, she heard the faint sound of breathing inside, so she came over to take a look, and happened to meet Song Sanzi.

Song Sanzi sat in the carriage, pinching his thighs from time to time to see if he was dreaming, everything was too unreal.

Seeing the luxury in the carriage, he wondered in his heart, could it be that the Shuiyun Sect was so rich, and such a carriage could not afford ordinary wealthy families.

The carriage did not enter the city of Chengdu, but entered a village on the outskirts, the gate was opened, and the carriage slowly drove in.

"Yo, it's Ziwei back, right?" The delicate voice like a silver bell sounded outside the car, and then the carriage was pulled away, revealing a snow-white and flawless jade face.

"Sister Song, I'm back!" The girl beside Song Sanzi got up, floated out lightly, and grabbed the hand of the girl outside the car.

The two laughed for a while, and turned around to see Song Sanzi sitting in the carriage, his eyes glazed and unblinking, Zhang Ziwei couldn't help but sneer: "Little Sanzi!"

In the carriage, Song Sanzi has already reported his name, he is familiar with himself, Zhang Ziwei is also a lively surname, and the two get along cordially and casually.

Song Sanzi's body trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his head, his yellowed face showed shyness, and he didn't dare to look at Song Xueyan who was radiant and snowy.

Seeing him show such a rare expression, Zhang Ziwei couldn't help giggling, teased him, and pulled him down.

"This little guy is a clever ghost!" Zhang Ziwei patted his thin shoulder with her little hand and smiled at Song Xueyan.

"You can see it!" Song Xueyan pursed her lips and smiled.

"Sister-sister-!" Song Sanzi was embarrassed, losing face in front of a beautiful woman, which was not a happy event.

"It's rare to make you blush!" Zhang Ziwei chuckled and took his little hand: "Let's go, take you to the place where you live." ”

Here, Song Sanzi met more than a dozen people of similar age, and after talking, he knew that they were all orphans, and when he almost died, he was awakened by a fairy-like woman and took them in.

These dozen orphans, all boys, are all thin, with yellow muscles and thin faces, and they know at a glance that they have not eaten enough for a long time.

For Zhang Ziwei and the others, they were infinitely grateful, if they hadn't saved themselves, they would have died a long time ago, and there was no one to collect their bodies.

Song Sanzi was even more wary in his heart, if he hadn't seen them with unparalleled appearances and were from the Shuiyun Sect, he might have fled long ago.

They usually don't do anything, just in the morning with Zhang Ziwei to learn calligraphy, in the afternoon there is nothing to do, in the Zhuangzi crazy running around, there are two girls in the Zhuangzi, that is, Zhang Ziwei and Song Xueyan, they don't care about them, let them play, everyone gradually regained their childlike innocence.

Song Sanzi didn't dare to think about it before, and when he enjoyed it, he was even more vigilant in his heart, but then he thought about it, they had such a clever martial arts, if they were to themselves, they would be powerless to resist, besides, one of their lives was also saved by Sister Zhang, and at most they would be returned to her, so the surname Suo let go of his heart and played wantonly.

In his heart, he faintly had an expectation, if he could be discharged into the Shuiyun faction, practice peerless martial arts, become a martial arts knight, be happy, and be chic and comfortable.

This day, they woke up in the morning, had breakfast, and entered the house to learn calligraphy with Zhang Ziwei.

To everyone's surprise, behind her, there was also a woman in white, not the familiar Song Xueyan, but a woman wearing a white veil.

Song Xueyan and Zhang Ziwei covered their faces with white gauze outside, but when they returned to Zhuangzi, they took it off, even so, it still made them dazed from time to time, and their smiles and smiles were all with moving charm and distraction.

Zhang Ziwei was wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, her face was compelling, and she was incredibly beautiful.

When she entered the door, she slapped her palms, her jade face was not like the usual sweet smile, but a solemn face, and she said: "Little guys, this is my second uncle, I came here today to teach you personally!"

Everyone looked at each other, looked at each other, looked at the face covered with a white veil, and did not dare to say more, Gain's eyes were as beautiful as pearls, but they were shining with a cold gaze, which made people dare not gasp loudly.

Li Ruoyun's momentum is no longer Wuxia Ameng, even if the martial arts master is in front of her, she will also feel the air condensed, and it is a group of children.

"Second Master ......" Zhang Ziwei turned her head to look at Li Ruoyun.

"Hmm. Li Ruoyun responded lightly, his clear eyes swept over everyone's immature faces, sighed faintly, and reached out to remove the white veil on his face.

Everyone inhaled in unison, their eyes glazed over, like clay statues.

When they saw Song Xueyan and Zhang Ziwei, they already felt that there was no more beautiful woman in the world, God is really powerful, can make people so beautiful!

Now that they saw Li Ruoyun, they only felt that their minds were blank, and they looked at themselves blankly, only with that cold and glamorous jade face.

"You are all hard-working children, and this is also God's tempering of you," Li Ruoyun glanced at and said lightly.

Looking at their clear but timid eyes, Li Ruoyun's heart tingled slightly, and he sighed imperceptibly.

"Second Master, do you want to drive us away?" Song Sanzi asked hurriedly.

"It's not. Li Ruoyun shook his head slightly, and said softly: "You can stay here until you don't want to live." ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they had suddenly lost such a fairy at first sight, as if they had fallen from heaven back to hell, it was really unbearable.

"But have you ever thought about it, how will you live in the future?" Li Ruoyun asked lightly, his clear eyes swept over everyone's immature faces one by one.

Seeing that they were confused, Li Ruoyun continued: "I have been bullied and looked down upon since I was a child, don't you never want to be a master?"

"I want to ......!" the voice sounded, and Song Sanzi shouted the loudest.

"The martial arts of the Shuiyun Sect are all practiced by women, and men cannot practice them, so I can't teach you the martial arts of the Shuiyun Sect. Li Ruoyun said lightly: "But now that it is a troubled time, the literati are the most useless, you are suffering from it, don't you want to learn martial arts, and be able to protect yourself in the troubled times?"

"Think!!!" replied in unison, their voices loud and their eyes shining.

They have been bullied since childhood, and they have become stronger than ordinary people, and Li Ruoyun's few words made them excited.

"You are now the best age to practice martial arts, and it would be a pity if you missed it. Li Ruoyun shook his head and sighed softly: "But according to your current qualifications, I'm afraid that no one will accept you as a disciple,...... My senior brother is merciful and has specially created a set of methods that can strengthen your body and nourish your body, so that you can worship under other sects in the future. ”

"Second uncle, was it created by Mr. Xiao?" Song Sanzi was well-informed, and immediately remembered Xiao Nanqiu, who was famous in the martial arts.

Xiao Nanqiu's name is now known to women and children.

was famous before, because unknown people married the two head disciples of the Emei faction, and later, because the Shuiyun faction were all female disciples, with a superb appearance, he was the only man, and he was in the flowers, which was enviable.

Since the entrance ceremony of the disciples of the Shuiyun Sect, his martial arts have only been spread all over the world, and his prestige is as prosperous as Zhongtian.

"Exactly. Li Ruoyun nodded and said lightly: "This method is called the Changing Formula, which has the effect of easy tendon and marrow washing, and is powerful and self-aware after practice." ”

Everyone couldn't help but let out a buzzing whisper, and they couldn't hide their excitement, it was really exciting to be able to practice martial arts, and it was created by Xiao Nanqiu.

Li Ruoyun stood in front of them, did not stop their whispering, let them whisper excitedly, and after a while, said lightly: "I will pass on the change of words to you." ”

She waved her hand, blocked their words, turned her eyes, and said lightly: "But before you can teach it, you need to swear that this recipe is only practiced by yourself, and will never be passed on to another person, and you must not tell the origin of this recipe." ”

Although everyone was strange, they raised their hands and swore without thinking, and people today believe that there are gods who are three feet above their heads, and they attach great importance to oaths.

Subsequently, Li Ruoyun passed on a set of their movements, only nine styles, which didn't look like practicing boxing, just posing, and then adjusting their breathing, which was quite simple, which disappointed everyone a little, and thought it was a wonderful martial art.

Li Ruoyun saw their mood, but he didn't break it, he just seriously corrected their posture until there was no mistake.

(To be continued)