Wutian Demon Soul

Chapter 1 Juvenile

Dark clouds cover the sun and thunder roars.

Today, the heavy rain is washing this big town in Linghan.

In the towering luxury house, a pregnant woman is screaming in pain, next to several busy midwives.

With the cry of 'wow', a new life was born.

"Master, my husband is born, my husband is born..." A midwife ran out of the room happily.

At this time, as soon as the man who was walking back and forth anxiously outside the door of the room heard this, he immediately opened his eyebrows, held the midwife's hand excitedly, and shouted excitedly, "Is it safe to give birth? "Boys and girls?"

"In my husband's words, my husband has a young master."

"Thank God, thank God, I, Yan Qingling, finally have a comeback."

"This is all because the master usually does good deeds and accumulates virtues, so that his wife can give birth to a young master safely."

After a while, another midwife carefully walked out of the room with a baby * in her hand and put * lightly in the man's arms with a smile on her face.

"What a handsome boy, hahaha..., in the Yan family, you belong to the Ying generation, so I named you Ying Ri for my father. I hope you can sweep away all the haze like the sun in the sky in the future and spread the light emitted by yourself to this earth."

'Boom'

The moment after the man named the baby in his arms, a dark Thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky and hit a big hole in the eaves. The end of the Thunderbolt was right in the middle of the forehead and eyebrows.

Then, a cluster of dark and strange energy bodies like flames suddenly fell into the baby's eyebrows. The baby who was originally crying stopped crying at this time. As soon as he was born, he slowly opened his eyes and made a pleasant 'ggle' laugh.

"This...what's going on." It happened so suddenly that the man and the two midwives did not react for a moment. After a while, the man shouted eagerly to the two midwives, "Come on, take them into the room and tell someone to find the best doctor in the city to check for me."

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15 years later.

"Ying Sun, sweep the floor."

"In the sun, go and fill up the water in the water tank."

"Daily, clean up the tables and chairs in the hall."

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The teenager is expressionless and does these endless housework one after another. Since his father's business failed, and since the martial arts test at the age of ten, the teenager has been doing these simple and monotonous housework for five years. The closure of the natural meridians has made this teenager, who should be vigorous, experience many hardships that his peers have never had before.

In the dead of night, the teenager tiredly returned to his small wooden house of less than ten square meters. He couldn't take care of anything, so his body lay down to ** with a bang. A whole day's work makes Yingri's body extremely overdrawn, and he doesn't even want to move when lying in **.

"God, why did you do this to me?" Lying on his back**, with resentful eyes, he once again roared at the roof of the cabin from his small mouth. I don't know how many times he has shouted in the past five years.

Outside the door, a middle-aged man stood quietly, with tears in his eyes. He raised his hand and was powerless to hang down, repeating several times. Finally, after a helpless sigh, he quietly left...

It's still the same morning, it's still the same sunshine. In the eyes of Yingri, it's still the same hard and helpless.

Concustomedly walking through the morning exercise playground of Yanfu, he still devoted his passionate eyes to his peers on the playground and shook his head bitterly: "Don't fantasize anymore. You are just a useless subordinate. You and them will always be at both ends of the parallel line."

The world is always changeable, isn't it? Five years ago, I was full of clothes and food. Now I am exhausted and only want a place to live. The failure of my father's business and the results of the martial arts test have pushed my life into the endless abys again and again.

"Who over there picked up the gun that fell to the ground and put it on the weapon rack." A teenager in training pointed to Ying Ri, his eyes were full of contempt, and said to Ying Ri in the tone of giving orders.

seemed to be self-deprecating and seemed to have been used to it. Ying Ri's expressionless face tried to squeeze out a smile, walked towards the gun that fell to the ground on the playground, bent down to pick up the gun and inserted it into the weapon rack.

While inserting the gun into the weapon rack, the talking teenager walked quickly in the direction of the weapon rack, pushed his hand hard on the weapon rack, and the weapon rack fell down.

"Oh, I accidentally knocked over all the weapons. Who, sort out the weapons on the ground quickly, or your lunch will be gone, hahaha..."

Under the contemptuous laughter of young people, there seemed to be a chain reaction on the playground, and contemptuous laughter came one after another.

Ying Ri slowly bent down again in laughter, packing up the weapons scattered on the ground one by one, with a slightly drooping green face, and blue veins on his forehead suddenly rising. In his eyes, a trace of imperceptible red light flashed, his teeth clenched and lifted the weapon frame, and one by one inserted the soldiers picked up from the ground. qi.

"Hahaha, that's the only waste that the Yan family can't condense martial arts. Have you seen it?"

"A person like this really can't figure out why he still has the face to live in this world."

"Do you think he can hold one of my fingers?"

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Ying Ri clenched the cocooned hands and stood quietly beside the weapon rack. His low-hanging little face could not see whether it was pain or numbness. He looked up at the sky and tried not to let his tears fall: 'It's time to get used to it, and you have to get used to it.'

"Have you had enough?"

In an angry roar, a young teenager in cyan clothes quickly walked out of the laughing crowd, and his green face showed his anger.

As soon as I saw the young man in blue, the noise at the scene suddenly decreased a little, not for other reasons, but for the identity and talent of the teenager in front of him.

This teenager is the young master of this branch of the Yan family. He is the most outstanding person in the history of the Yan family. At the age of eight, he successfully condensed martial arts and broke through the first layer of martial arts at the age of ten. At present, he has stabilized martial arts in the three levels of martial arts.

"Cousin Ying Hong, after all, Brother Ying Ri is your brother. How can you treat him like this?" Standing beside Ying Ri, the young teenager raised his little face and glared at his cousin Ying Hong, who was more than half a head taller than himself.

"I just accidentally knocked down the weapon rack and asked him to help me pick it up. I didn't do anything to him. I should ask my cousin where he started to say this." Shrugging his shoulders, the teenager named Ying Hong spread out his hands innocently, attracting bursts of laughter at the scene.

Ying Hong, a young generation in the distant branch of the Yan family, although he is only 20 years old, has also cultivated to the third level of martial arts. Among the same generation, his strength is also excellent.

At this time, a pair of clenched hands slowly stretched out, closed their eyes to comb their emotions, and sighed: "Yes, let him go, your kind brother will take care of it."

"But, Brother Yingri, he has gone too much."

"It doesn't matter. Brother Yingri has been used to it for a long time. Don't be unhappy with everyone because of my relationship. My brother still has something to do, so I won't delay here. When asked, exercise well, even with Brother Yingri." He walked in the direction of the kitchen with a blank face. Ying Ri looked back at the answer where the pestle was in place, and the corners of his mouth gently raised slightly. In the past five years, the only one who has not changed his attitude towards himself is afraid that except his parents is the little cousin two years younger in front of him.

Five years ago, his father, who had a prominent family background and dominated the mall, caused tens of millions of property to be wiped out overnight due to an irreparable miscalculation in the business. Originally, all his hopes were placed on Ying Ri, his only son, but he was once again devastated on the martial arts test field. The results of the test made all the entrusted by Ying Ri's father disappear.

With a huge debt and desperate, the Yingri family had to come to the Yanqinglong family, which is also a branch of the Yan family, to borrow the eaves temporarily.

Speaking of this Yan Qinglong, he is a famous figure in Peitung City. His martial arts cultivation has reached the seventh level of the middle level of generals. He is currently the squadron leader of the Yuning Palace, the protector of Linghan State, and is the cousin of Ying's father Yan Qingling.

This continent has no name, so let's call it an unknown continent. On this continent, there are more than 30 countries, large and small, and were born in an empire called Linghan in these 30 countries.

Linghan Empire has a national protection organization called Yuning Palace, which plays a role in protecting and deterring the royal family. The palace owner himself is inseparable from his own emperor. If an ordinary family wants to live a good life, there are two most direct ways. One is to enter the imperial palace as an official by literary examination, or to enter the palace as a palace guard. Don't underestimate the treatment of a palace guard. As long as you can enter, the treatment is not much worse than that of an official in the imperial dynasty. However, the premise is that the talent of martial arts must be stronger than ordinary people, which is not possible for everyone.

Uning Palace represents the national defense force of Linghan, so it has always sought not much refinement. The army under the control of the royal family actually maintains domestic stability in peacetime. What really works is the Yuning Palace.

In the previous generations of the Yan family, there was a strong man who was the leader of Yuning Palace. At that time, the Yan family also became one of the ten families of Linghan. However, with the fall of the strong man, the Yan family's reputation in Linghan is also inferior to that of generations.

While Ying Ri turned his head back, the friendly cry of a young teenager came behind him: "Brother Ying Ri, shall we go outside the city to catch fire bugs and catch loach? I'll come to you after dinner."

Without looking back, he waved his hand to the back and walked to the kitchen step by step. Today's boring and hard work is about to begin again.

"Ying Ri, take this money and go to the street to buy a bag of rice." Qiao Fu, the housekeeper, handed some broken silver from his hand to Ying Ri. After explaining, he turned around and left.

He took the money blankly and walked step by step towards the market not far from Yanfu.

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In the noisy street, there are endless crowds, walking towards the usual route, stepping on the hurried footsteps every day, shuttling around in the crowd.' There are still a lot of things waiting for me to do today after buying rice, so I have to hurry up. Ying Ri told himself in his heart. Now that people are under the roof, they have to bow their heads. If they don't want people to say that they are a waste of rice, they must work hard. Not only for yourself, but also for your parents.

A corner of the street, a larger street came into view, and he hurried to the merchants who usually buy daily necessities. I don't know what happened in the distance, and a group of people watching aroused the curiosity of Yingri. However, even if he was curious, Yingri did not have so much free time to stay more. He walked to the outside of the crowd and passed sideways. At this time, a man's beating and scolding and another man's pleading came from the crowd.

"Damn, you rubb, you dare to hit me. I told you not to have eyes, and I told you not to have eyes..."

"Don't fight, I beg you don't hit Mr. Chen, who will save me, who will save me..."

"This sound?!" When Ying Ri heard the man's begging for mercy, his pupils shrank, and a sense of uneasiness rose rapidly from his heart. He stretched out his hand to push away the crowd of onlookers. The scene in front of him suddenly made Ying Ri extremely sad and angry. His desperate body rushed forward and firmly protected the injured man on the ground.

"Father!"

He blocked the kicking feet with his own body. He turned around, his eyes were full of blood, and he glared at the violent young man.

Standing in front of the father and son of Yingri was a young man in white brocade and holding a folding fan. The young man is about 20 years old, and his beautiful appearance is completely unsociated with the rudeness just now.