Northern Desert, Annihilation Empire, Zhenxi City. It was winter, and there were no pedestrians on the streets, only two or three homeless beggars. A little beggar rubbed his purple and cracked hands, and was hesitating to eat the half of the hard steamed bun in his hand, but if he ate it, what would he do in the future?

In the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves and the sound of jade pendants colliding, and when the begging girl looked up, she saw two horses coming slowly.

The young man was dressed in a white robe, the clothes were made of fine silk, decorated with gold trim, and there were two sheep fat jade pendants hanging at the corners of the clothes. The young man is full of heaven, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, which makes people secretly praise, what a handsome little student!

The corners of the young man's mouth curled slightly, and the horse under the seat was a white horse that was hard to buy for a thousand gold. On the right, an old slave in green clothes, hunched over, with his hands on his sleeves, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping. The horses are also handsome and valuable.

The boy caught a glimpse of the beggar on the side of the road, and his smile was gone, and his eyebrows were furrowed. Turning over and dismounting, he distributed a few pieces of broken gold to the beggar, as if he was afraid of the cold, and without waiting for the beggar to thank him, he galloped on the horse's back, shrunk on the saddle of the fox fur, and did not forget to twist it, muttering: "The weather is cold for a good autumn, and the cold winter freezes me to death." ”

The old slave stepped forward with a smile and handed over a kettle, and the young man reached out to take it, and the water in the kettle turned out to be hot water. However, the boy seemed unimpressed by this, and drove the horse forward with the kettle. The old slave smiled and said, "Young master, why don't you ride faster, it won't be cold when you get to the General's Mansion?" The young man thought for a while, and said with a sad face: "No, it's so cold when you ride fast, this wind blows, and it looks like a knife." Besides, if I ride fast, I have to pull the reins with both hands, so how can I hold the kettle?"

After walking a few steps, as if thinking of something, the young man smiled lewdly: "Grandpa Feng, which girl's wall are we going to pick up today?" The old slave also put on a bitter gourd face when he heard this: "Alas, the last time I picked up the wall of the king's butcher's daughter, I was about to come out, but she was helplessly seen by her father, and she was chased for several miles with a pig-killing knife, which is really a big ugly thing in the old man's heroic career, and now the old man's face is still burning!"

"What else do you say" The young man said disdainfully: "Aren't you a qi practitioner, why didn't you notice his father approaching?" The old slave said embarrassedly: "Isn't that me too focused, if it is usual, it is a hundred king butchers plus a hundred pigs, and it is not the old man's one-handed opponent! When the young man heard this, he was immediately anxious, and he didn't care about the cold, so he threw the kettle to the old slave, flicked the reins, and galloped wildly, and the old slave lightly clamped the horse's belly, and followed closely.

The little beggar struggled to hold the gold in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the two of them in the distance, as if he wanted to remember the figures of the two of them.

This handsome son is Han Hao, the son of the general of Zhenxi, the lord of Zhenxi City, who is idle on weekdays, neither practicing martial arts nor practicing qi, so he has to dance and write and make ink and travel around. Fortunately, because he often helps the poor, he has a rare bad reputation. That old slave who is old and disrespectful, but he is a second-grade qi practitioner! It is necessary to know that the practice of qi is nine grades, the first grade is respected, and the ninth grade is the second. The second grade is already very rare. At least in this Annihilation Empire, it can also be called a strong party.

Han Hao trotted all the way into the General's Mansion and passed by the martial arts training ground. There are many teenagers in the field who are practicing martial arts hard, and in the cold winter season, they are actually the best upper body, or practicing boxing, or weightlifting, or riding horses, or holding red tassel guns to practice guns. When it danced, it was a gun and a flower, bringing a sonic boom, so lively!

Seeing Han Hao, many people were disdainful and bolder, and even said in a weird manner: "I don't practice martial arts or qi, I am idle all day long, if it is not for my fate, I will have a good ......."

Han Hao turned a deaf ear to these gossips, just clenched his fists, and his nails sank into the flesh. In the early years, Han Hao's father fought on the battlefield and was besieged by two masters, and when the situation was critical, it was an old yellow-robed monk who rescued his father, and then left freely. In the year Han Hao was born, the yellow-robed monk found Han Hao's father again, and clearly said that Han Hao should not practice martial arts and practice qi before he became an adult, otherwise he would miss a great opportunity. Before leaving, he passed on a set of nameless boxing techniques and let Han Hao practice them every day.

The boxing method is extremely simple, only one pillar of incense is needed to finish every day, Han Hao has persisted for more than ten years, but he has never refined a trace of true qi and aura, but the meridians are wider. Perhaps it is the temperament passed down by the blood of the ancestors, which male of the Han family is not skilled in martial arts? Not practicing martial arts is a scar in the heart of the young man, and in the face of the ridicule of his peers, he has never tried to justify. Although there were many thoughts in my heart, my feet did not stop, and I rushed into the lobby.

When he entered the lobby, he saw a burly figure on the Taishi's chair, and the young man couldn't help but say bitterly: "Dad, the child knows that he is wrong, can he not copy the book this time." "On the Taishi chair is Han Hao's father, Han Li, who fought on the battlefield when he was young, made a great reputation, and was named the general of Zhenxi by the emperor. Seeing his son sneaking back, he instinctively wanted to get angry, thought of something, suppressed his anger, and said kindly: "You have reached adulthood, and according to what the benefactor said, you can practice." ”

Han Hao was stunned when he heard this, and there was excitement in his eyes that could not be concealed, but when he thought of something, his enthusiasm suddenly calmed down as if he had been doused with a basin of water, and said in a depressed mood: "I am sixteen, and it is already difficult to achieve success in martial arts, and it is not easy to succeed in practicing qi, so what else do you practice." ”

The old slave had already gone to feed the horses, but he didn't know when he appeared on the seat on the side and comforted: "Hehe, the young master is too worried, in fact, I have explored the young master's muscles and veins, although there is no true qi aura, but it is more broad and mellow than the fourth or fifth grade monk, and it is definitely feasible to cultivate aura." The boxing technique left by the benefactor seems to have an unknown use, but it is a pity that the old man is only shallow in learning and cannot understand the mystery. ”

Han Li bowed slightly, and said in a loud voice, "So I plan to let you go to the Wind Spirit Academy in the north of the empire to practice spells, and you will set off tomorrow." "Why? Isn't Grandpa Feng a second-grade qi practitioner?" "The exercises practiced by the old man are only suitable for the cultivation of rare special physiques, but you are not among them, young master. What's more, the dean of the Kamikaze Academy is a real land immortal, and I have an old relationship with it, so I will go to the academy with you tomorrow!"

"Then I'll go back and clean up first, and I'll see you tomorrow" After speaking, Han Hao strode away. Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, watched Han Hao leave, and said in a deep voice, "Old Feng, what do you think of Hao'er's temperament?"

"Hehe, although his temperament is a little lazy, he is thoughtful, has great perseverance, and is kind-hearted, and he can become a great weapon!" Han Li snorted and said in a cold voice: "The one on the dragon chair, I have been fighting horses for him all my life, and the idea of unloading the mill and killing the donkey has become stronger and stronger recently. When did I, Han Li, covet that position in the south and back to the north! Hmph, as soon as Hao'er leaves, I want to see if he dares to make a move on me, I, Han Li, have been practicing martial arts for many years, and I have also touched the threshold of a first-class martial artist! It's just Hao'er, in this era of the jungle, kindness is not a good thing. ”

When the old slave heard this, he closed his eyes and pondered, tapped the fingers of his right hand on the seat, and did not answer.