Chapter 1, Sadness and Luck [New Book]

The heat wave is rolling, the night is blurred and dull, and the heat is steaming in the quiet Renhuai County.

The hazy moonlight reflects the winding moat and flows slowly around the city, starting from the southeast, across the city and passing through the southwest.

At this time, it was already midnight. In a house that covers an area of dozens of mu in the east of the city, which is not rich or noble at a glance, there is a narrow room near the back garden, with dim yellow lights and a faint voice coming out...

By the dim yellow light, you can see only one table, one stool and two beds in the narrow room, and a black oil lamp on the table, barely illuminating between three feet. Although the room is small, it can be seen that it is very neat and clean.

There was a dilapidated bamboo basket on the bench, which was full of various threads and chilly embroidery needles. A woman in simple cloth and in her thirties sat on a small **, sewing clothes through the dim yellow light, while talking to the teenager opposite ** from time to time.

Her tone was modest, her tone was soft, and she spoke Jinxi's local dialect, and her voice was gentle: "Builder, the sky is very dark. You don't have to accompany your mother. Take a rest early. You just woke up and haven't recovered from a serious illness. It's good for you to sleep more. I hope you can get better soon, and you don't have to worry about your mother.

** The teenager muttered and promised, but he didn't close his eyes. He couldn't sleep. It's not that the temperature is too high or too dull to sleep, but that you sleep too long and don't feel sleepy.

He turned his head slightly and looked at this slightly wrinkled and tired face. This face gave him a strange and intimate feeling. He didn't feel anything. As soon as he looked at this face, he felt very kind and warm.

"Bad boy, what are you staring at? My mother is old..." The woman looked up at the teenager, smiled and said self-deprecatingly.

The teenager shook his head slightly, "Mom, you are only 30 years old. How can you get old?" After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes... His mother was only 30 years old, but she looked ten years older than his actual age... But he was not as old as his previous life. Unconsciously, he recalled the incredible things that had happened in recent days.

He was originally a young master of the Blood God Religion of the Earth Cultivation Sect. He has a respected status and is the next leader designated by the Blood God Religion. However, when practicing the Blood God Religion's supreme treasure book "Blood God Record", he went into trouble, and the heart demons breed the heart fire and burn from the inside out...

He thought that he would die and his soul would be destroyed. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the soul and body were pulled by a huge force to shuttle the space and possessed by this dying teenager.

And when the teenager's soul was about to dissipate, he inexplicably merged with it, obtained the teenager's consciousness and memory, and became this somewhat miserable teenager.

I was sure several times that I knew that this was not a dream, but a reality. He was a little confused. He turned out to be a young master, powerful and powerful, but now he has become the son of Lingxiao Tower, a concubine of a large family.

He has been thinking for a few days that things are so absurd, but it really happened, making him, a person with a stronger will than steel, unable to face it for several days. It was not until today that I realized that no matter what, he survived, was not burned into dregs, and his soul was not destroyed.

Moreover, although his status was respected in his previous life, he had never felt anything called family affection. From childhood to age, he was surrounded by only ** naked interests. He suspected that he was possessed and had something to do with his brothers...

But it doesn't matter now. He has nothing to worry about. Since you have come to this world, as the saying goes, you can live wherever you come. Where is life? Now he has a mother who loves him... that's enough.

So he opened his eyes at noon today, enjoying the woman's affection for him, and felt that the days seemed to be full of a smell called happiness. His life is colorful, and it is no longer the black and blood red of the past.

"If there is such a mother who cares about me, she won't change the position of the alliance for me!" He cherishes the family affection with the woman, which may be related to the fact that he has not enjoyed the mother-child relationship in his previous life.

Let go of his heart and accept a new identity, and some memories belonging to the teenager surged up like a tide. He knew that his name was Ling Xiaolou. He was 13 years old and was the concubine of the head of the Ling clan in Datong Prefecture of the Sun and Moon Empire.

Ling is a famous family in Datong Prefecture. It has many children as officials for generations and has a profound background. Ling Pingzhi, the current head of the Ling clan, is also the father of Ling Xiaolou, is the right servant of the household department of the Sun and Moon Empire, ranking three ranks, which can be said to be of high power. His eldest brother in the name of Shan is also a county magistrate of Qipin Extermination.

According to theory, his father is a member of the Sun and Moon Empire. He is still a second generation of officials. Even if he can't compare with his legitimate son, he should live a life. But looking at his current appearance, I know that things are not that simple.

Ling Xiaolou understands that the reason why he lives in this narrow room can be described as being poor and miserable. The reason is that his mother, the woman who lived with him, was originally a sweeping maid of the Ling family...

The plot of his coming to this world is a little old-fashioned, but the old-fashioned plot is still staged all the time. One day, his father was also the third-grade man... The chief Ling clan spoiled his mother drunk...

Two months later, his mother found that she was pregnant. She thought that she could jump over the dragon gate and turn into a phoenix to fly to the branch, but she didn't expect that the hard life was waiting for him.

Because her background is not good... the slave of the Ling family.

Although he was favored by the patriarch, it was a pity that the patriarch was not proud of it, but ashamed of it. After all, it is his drunken disorder. As a dazzling star in the imperial officialdom, he always has to take care of his face. Moreover, this sweeping maid, whether in appearance or other aspects, can only be regarded as medium in the maid circle of a group of warbler swallows.

Although she was pregnant, she was not seen by the third-grade man and was thrown to the patriarch's wife, who was also his nominal mistress... Zhang.

So far, Ling Xiaolou has not seen his father several times, and every time he secretly looks from afar, he is wondering if his father has forgotten that he still has such a son?

Perhaps due to some considerations, Zhang did not make trouble during his mother's pregnancy and let him come to this world successfully. This may be the only thing she did for their mother and son... good.

But this is the heart of this big room. It can make them live, but it can't tolerate them to live a good life. His mother's maid's work is no longer necessary, but life is not very good, and the monthly money is a little more than that of the maid... and he has to support him.

So since he was a child, he has not enjoyed the life that the real children of the Ling family should enjoy, and he has to bear the cold words of others...

It is reasonable that you don't enjoy a rich life, so it's nothing to live a hard life. The problem is that Lingxiaolou has had a wish since he was a child. Perhaps because Datong Mansion is located in the border, he has dreamed of becoming a martial artist since he was a child, practicing his skills to kill the enemy, making contributions, and becoming a general.

This is also difficult. As the saying goes, poor and rich martial arts, what kind of martial arts do poor people without money practice?

What is surprising is that the woman spoiled Lingxiao Tower like this. By relying on the usual monthly money and secretly making clothes for people to earn money, I bought him some things to practice martial arts. In the past seven or eight years, although it has been a little bitter, it has come back.

As the saying goes, misfortune does not go alone, and it is not true at all. A few days ago, the woman had an argument with people when she was giving them clothes. The reason is that the clothes made by the woman were so good that they had no way to make clothes. These people united to find a ruffian and beat the woman.

Although the woman is not popular with the Ling family, she is also the Ling family. How can the Ling family swallow this breath as a hope family? But this is the truth. Ling did not stand up for the woman, saying that she was afraid of the family's ugliness.

In desperation, Ling Xiaolou, who was thin and weak, vented angrily for his mother.

Although he has practiced martial arts for seven or eight years, it can be described as nothing because of some relationships. So the ending was very miserable. He was beaten by a ruffian hooligan who had never practiced martial arts and almost lost his life...

In fact, he understood that this was his soul passing through and possessing Lingxiao Tower, so that Lingxiao Tower would not die.

"Builder, do you still hurt? Can't you sleep in pain?" The woman noticed something wrong with him and suddenly panicked. A slightly rough right hand examined the wound on his chest and was about to lift his quilt. He quickly said, "I'm fine. The wound doesn't hurt."

The woman stopped, and he could feel the woman's obvious relief and smiled, "Mom, lie down and rest."

"I'm not tired for my mother!" The woman shook her head, sat down again, and sewed up her clothes stitch by stitch. After a while, she said, "Builder, why don't you discuss something for your mother?"

Listening to some pleading words, Ling Xiaolou's heart was somehow blocked, and his voice was hoarse, "Mom, if you have anything to say, I'll listen. I will try my best to do what I can."

seemed to feel a little uncomfortable with his understanding today. The woman sighed, "Luer, you have been shouting to be a general and practice martial arts since you were three years old. It's not easy to disobey you for your mother, so you agreed. It's just that ten years have passed, and not to mention that you haven't practiced the power of blood, your body is really... weaker.

Speaking of this, the woman paused and carefully checked his face. There was nothing abnormal. Then she continued, "My mother is not afraid of spending money, but I'm afraid that this road is not suitable for you and can't get through. You have just turned 13 years old this year, and you have read a lot since you were six years old. If you can study hard from now on, you still have a chance to get a reputation and become an official.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, the woman sighed quietly: "I'm afraid of losing your son... Practicing martial arts is really a dangerous thing. If you are not careful, you will be gone..." With that, her eyes turned red and she burst into tears.

Seeing the woman crying, Ling Xiaolou's nose was also a little sore, "Mom, listen to you! In the future, I will study at ease, get a reputation, be a senior official, and strive to win the title of a famous lady for you!"

Poo!

The woman burst into tears and smiled happily: "I don't want to be a lady. As long as you can be safe and have a good future in the future, you will be satisfied with your mother." Mother's requirements for her children are always so simple and unpretentious, but full of true feelings.

"I understand." Ling Xiaolou, who felt the woman's sincere and simple feelings and never knew what family affection was, felt sad. In order not to let the woman see the strange things, he said, "Mom, I'll go to bed first, and you should go to bed early."

After saying that, he turned his back to the woman, and two wisps of tears slipped gently.

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