Chapter 1 Yun'er

Qingyue Gate is located on the top of Qingyue Mountain and has been founded for hundreds of years. There are many disciples under the door, and together with the Yangmen, Yeyumen and Shuiyinmen, they have become the four major forces of martial arts. He acts in a low-key way and loves to help the weak and the poor, which is respected by martial arts people.

On the autumn day, the autumn wind brushed, and the whole Qingyue Mountain seemed to sway gently with the autumn wind. Two two-meter-long men stood on both sides of the gate of Qingyue Gate, staring at the door indifferently with a broad-backed machete. Two rows of big men in the door kept patrolling around the door with machetes. The sound of hard work and shouting on the martial arts field is endless, showing the atmosphere of a sect everywhere.

In a quiet small courtyard in the Qingyue Gate, a dark-colored middle-aged man and a beautiful woman dressed in light red sat at a stone table.

"Cyanlan, it's almost Yun'er's eighth birthday. What should we give him?" The man asked.

"Master, what else can I give him? The treasures in the door have basically been found by him." Qianlan smiled and said to Wu Sixiang, the doorkeeper.

Wu Sixiang smiled bitterly, "Also, Yuner is too naughty. Two days ago, she stole the elder Nanke's short sword to play with. If I hadn't found it quickly, I don't know where he had thrown it."

"He is still a child's heart, and he throws it away without a sense of novelty." Qianlan said with a smile.

"It's okay for him to throw anything else, but all the treasures in the door. Da Huan Dan, the short knife, and the five thunders, even let him steal and play with the Yueqing knife spectrum. Madam, you really spoiled him. Wu Sixiang shook his head repeatedly, obviously causing a headache for this 'Yun'er.

"My husband only got a son of Yun'er in middle age, and he deserves to be more painful." Qianlanqiao said with a smile.

Suddenly, there was a rapid shout, "Young Lord! Stop, you can't play that! That's the 'python liquid', it's poison!" A little boy followed, with dark hair and big eyes, and two shallow dimples on his face, wearing golden clothes and holding an emerald bottle in his hand, was running over. An old man behind him chased and shouted breathlessly.

The little boy looked up and saw that the doorman and his wife were stunned and hurriedly said, "Dad! Mother! Uncle Wang accidentally dropped the python liquid outside the Qingyue Pavilion in the backyard, and the child picked it up and returned it to his parents. After saying that, he quickly turned around and blinked and made faces at Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang sighed in his heart, "I have to take the blame again..." He said to the door owner and his wife, "It's the old slave who was careless. Thanks to the little host spirit, he picked up the python liquid and did not damage the door."

Wu Sixiang sighed in his heart, "If you don't work, Yun'er is too careless to discipline." Uncle Wang, your Wang family has served the Qingyue Gate for generations, and you don't need to protect a little ghost. After saying that, Wu Sixiang opened his eyes angrily and looked at Yun'er and said, "Yun'er! You are so nonsense! Learn to lie at a young age! If you don't practice any more, you will go crazy, and you even dare to steal the poisonous 'python liquid' in the door! Do you know that a drop of 'python liquid' can poison dozens of strong men without trace! If the 'python liquid' flows out of the door and falls into the wrong hands of people, what a bloody storm will it cause! How can I face the people in the world at that time!"

When Yun'er saw that her father was so angry, she stood aside and lowered her head and dared not say more.

"Master, Yun'er is young and ignorant. Besides, don't blame him for not making a big deal." Qianlan frowned slightly and obviously didn't like the owner to blame Yuner.

"Yes, the doorman, the old slave took care of the young master and had an accident. Blame the old slave." Wang Bo quickly explained for Yuner.

"It's you who spoil him on weekdays that he dares to be so presumptuous!" Wu Sixiang was obviously angry and turned to the outside of the courtyard and said, "Break the army! Come and see me quickly!"

The voice fell, but when he saw the figure flashing in the courtyard, a cyan young man appeared in front of everyone.

The young man bowed deeply to Wu Sixiang and said, "Disciples break the army and see the master!"

"Break the army! Take Yuner to think about the cliff for half a year!" Wu Sixiang said angrily.

"This..." The young soldier didn't expect that it was the master to find him. For a moment, he couldn't make up his mind. After all, it is well known that the master and mother spoiled Yuner.

"Master, Yun'er is still young. Next time he won't do it again, just forgive him." When Qianlan saw that the doorkeeper was so angry, she had no bottom in her heart and begged bitterly.

For a while, Qianlan, Wang Bo and Pojun all opened their mouths to beg for Yun'er for mercy. As for Yun'er, who is used to playing, I have never seen her father so angry that he has been silent.

"Break the army! As a big brother, do you want to disobey my order? Hurry up and take Yun'er away!!" Wu Sixiang seemed to be a little more angry.

"I dare not!" The broken army had no choice but to turn around and lead Yun'er's arms and whispered, "I'm sorry, Yun'er" pulled the broken cloud and walked across the cliff behind the mountain.

No matter how stupid Yun'er was, she knew that she was going to be punished. She cried out: "Dad! The child is wrong... The child dares not... Please forgive Yun'er!"

The broken army saw that the master turned his back and didn't say anything, and sighed secretly, so he had to take Yun'er to think about crossing the cliff. Hearing the crying of Qianlan behind her, Wang Bo's pleas were endless...

Wu Poyun, the only son of Wu Sixiang, the doorkeeper of Qingyue, is less than eight years old and talented. In addition, Wu Sixiang, the doorkeeper, is almost old to get this son, which is deeply favored by the doorkeeper and his wife.

Xiaoyuner is full of curiosity about everything, but she is not interested in martial arts. The unique internal power of Qingyuemen, which is the best in the world, has only been practiced to one level, which really gives Wu Sixiang a headache. Every day, I just play around Qingyue Mountain. I'm not afraid of heaven and earth. I want to play bad things when I see anyone. All kinds of rare treasures in the Qingyue Gate are used as toys to play. Because the door owner is such a unique seedling, they all have a bitterness.

The door owner and his wife also closed their eyes, and as long as they did not threaten the Qingyue Gate, they would fool around with him. I didn't expect to receive a heavy punishment this time, but I can imagine how confused and hesitant Yun'er's heart was.

"Master, Yun'er is so small, how can she suffer the bitterness and loneliness of the cliff? He knows he's repented, so let him go back!" Qianlan is still begging.

"Lan'er, I don't want to put Yun'er back. But look, he has nothing to do all day now. If you don't teach him a lesson, he will never repent!" Wu Sixiang sighed, "After you and I die, how can he be in charge of the Qingyue Gate like this? How can he protect himself in the world!" He turned to the sky and said, "This is an eight-year-old birthday gift for Yun'er."

"I know, but Yun'er is still young. It's too hard for him." Qianlan burst into tears.

"I hope Yun'er can understand the truth!" Wu Sixiang looked up to the sky and sighed, but he was also very reluctant. After all, I am about to get old, and everyone has to grow up. If I go on like this, I may go astray and abandon martial arts. How can I pick up the beam of the Qingyue Gate in the future?

Thinking about crossing the cliff is actually a cave built by the mountain wall behind the Qingyue. There are several wall rooms in the cave. There is nothing in the wall room except a bed.

The quiet environment is suitable for meditation. During the period when many people face the wall again, the rapid progress of martial arts is without disturbing. But how can a boy who is less than eight years old devote himself to diving? He is used to running and playing. Now he is suddenly locked in such a small room without anyone to accompany him. How can Xiao Poyun stand it?

The crying echoed in the cliff. It is estimated that the predecessors who built the cliff did not expect that the cliff would usher in a 'guest' less than eight years old...

Yun'er cried and fell asleep, and kept saying: "Dad... the child is wrong... the child is so afraid..."

Thinking about the empty field in front of the cliff, Wu Sixiang sighed: "Yun'er, I hope you can understand your father's painstaking efforts. If you want to get out of the cliff, it's up to you." After a long sigh, he turned around and left.