Huangquan-Memory

The sky suddenly darkened, and rain fell from the sky like a curtain...

The land of Fengdu was immediately cleaned by this sudden rain!

On a small mountain in the south of the city, a short figure in the dense jungle stands in the rain! The trees within one meter with him as the center were cut off by a sharp blade.

A huge tree more than a meter thick beside him was cut off from it, and the short figure stood beside the broken tree, gasping for breath and staring at the place where the tree was cut off! A trace of determination flashed in his eyes!

He is just a child, a ten-year-old child, but he has to experience this inhuman exercise, because he vows to surpass the self-righteous man! His father...

The boy's name is Huang Quan. He was born as a kind child, but it is strange that he was born in the wrong place. He was born in a place called Fengdu, but he fell into the most war-loving Huanglong family in Fengdu City.

He has a special feeling for his father! Respect and fear, love and hate, this is a very complicated feeling! Even he himself can hardly understand this feeling.

"Huangquan, if you can't complete my training for you, then you will never surpass me!" This sentence seems to be indelible and deeply rooted in his mind. Every time he is relieved, this sentence will flash in his mind and constantly spur him!

"If you can't cut off the trees within ten feet of this tree today, don't come back to see me." This is the last sentence his father said to him today!

Huang Quan looked at the big tree cut off by his father! The incision is so tight that it requires very high swordsmanship! However, he never taught Huang Quan any skills, but constantly tempered the density of his body and sword.

However, Huanglong, who did not give any sword skills to Huangquan, asked his son to complete the difficult task.

Shaking his head, Huang Quan threw down the rain on his head and turned to look at the trees a meter away. His hand holding the sword tightened, and a drop of blood immediately slid along the hilt of the sword to the sword front, and then was diluted by the rain! Constantly swinging, his hand has already worn blood bubbles!

"Ah!" He shouted, waved the sword in his hand vigorously, and cut at a white poplar with a thin thigh, one sword, two swords, three swords... I don't know how many swords he waved, and the poplar was finally cut off. At this moment, Huang Quan was thinking that if he held an axe in his hand, it might be more labor-saving! But when he saw the giant tree, he dispelled his mind. Why can't I do what he can do?

"We still need to work hard!" Huangquan cut another tree with a sword!

The rain is still falling, and the figure in the rain is still non-stop!

Maybe it was because of the cloudy day. It got dark early. Gradually, he could no longer see the trees in front of him. The wind at night made him start to get annoyed. He began to wave the sword in his hand and cut around, slowly getting tired. At this moment, the fatigue and pain brought by the day surged up all over his body at the moment of his fall. His body couldn't move. He lay in the rain and in the unknown woods. He just wanted to rest, even for a minute.

He doesn't know how many crises are hidden in the woods. These are the things he has paid most attention to in the past, but now he has left behind! He just wants to have a good sleep. I'm afraid he's in the rain.

He fell asleep and slept soundly. He didn't even know that the bird stayed on him and pecked his head.

When he woke up, it was still dark, and it should be late at night! It seems to be darker than before going to bed. My body hurts and I don't have the strength to raise my hand!

But Huang Quan unexpectedly found that his eyes seemed to be much brighter! The surrounding trees can be clearly seen, and even the birds perched on the trees can be seen! He was surprised that he only had a strong adaptability! But I don't know that he broke through his original self in extreme exercise.

"Continue. If it were him, he should be able to do better." Huang Quan muttered two words in his heart, then waved the sword in his hand and cut the trees beside him.

The rain has not stopped, but the sky has already dawned. Huang Quan clenched the blood-stained sword in his hand, gasped for breath, and looked at the cut off trees around him with a smile: "Finally finished!" In a word, it's powerless!

dragging his heavy body, Huang Quan embarked on the journey home. On the way, he kept thinking, "If he sees me like this, he may show unbearable eyes!" After that, he may not be so harsh in my training!" Thinking of this, there was a rare smile on his face.

At the first step of entering the house, Huang Quan saw his father Huang Long sitting in the main hall drinking tea. The moment their eyes crossed, Huang Quan saw a flashing light in his eyes. Such eyes were not pity, but reproach!

A cold word came from afar: "Well, do you still know how to come back? How can I be so embarrassed that others can see my face? After leaving this sentence, Huang Long brushed his long sleeves, snorted coldly, and walked into the inner room. From afar, Huangquan heard his father sigh when he entered the room: "Is he really my son with such a bad body?"

Hearing this sentence, Huang Quan's heart seemed to have been thrown into a cave frozen for ten thousand years. No matter how hot his heart was, it was extremely cold at this moment. However, he doesn't care anymore. Anyway, he is used to being left out.

Back to his room, his body had retreated and had no strength to change his dirty and wet clothes, nor did he have the strength to climb to **. He curled up in the corner of the wall and couldn't help shaking. He felt very cold, but his body was hot!

"It's so cold..." In the dark room, the thin figure huddled in the corner of the wall and couldn't help shaking, but no one asked!

......

"Don't quarrel, let me sleep a little longer!" I don't know how long he slept, and I don't know when it is now. The weak teenager in the corner was woken up by a disturbance.

"What's wrong?" Huang Quan rubbed his red eyes and looked out of the closed door. His sight was blocked by the door, but he could hear the sound of broken things.

He silently walked to the door. Through the crack of the door, he could see two people in the courtyard, a father and a strange man. The man was cold and arrogant in white clothes, holding a sharp sword in his hand to confront Huanglong. Under the reflection of the sunlight, the cold light emitted by the sword made Huang Quan's eyes a little uncomfortable!

"Huang Long, you and I are here to make a break today!" The man said.

"Li Ao, although you and I have no grudges, since you came to our door today, I, Huanglong, am not afraid of things. Today, you and I must be the only one to survive!" Huang Long's tone showed no weakness.

"Hmm! Don't talk nonsense, see the real chapter under the sword!" A trace of impatience flashed in Li Ao's eyes, and as soon as the words fell, he stabbed away.

In Huang Quan's eyes, his father has always been invincible. He always thought so until his father died in the hands of the swordsman named Li Ao.

"Who?" Li Ao wiped the remaining blood stains from the sword and shouted behind the door of the inner room.

Huang Quan suddenly became scared because the man came this way.

Li Ao cut off the door of Huangquan's room with a sword and saw a ten-year-old child. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Remember my name. You can come to revenge when you think you have the ability. My name is Li Ao." The man left a word and turned around and left without looking at Huang Quan for the second time.

Li Ao didn't expect that one of his eyes would be remembered by a child for eight years, but eight years later he died in the hands of a child he didn't care about at that time.

Looking at his father's body, Huang Quan was stunned. He didn't know what his expression was at that time, sad, afraid or? But one thing he knew was that he didn't cry!

Draging the heavy body, Huangquan walked to the hill behind his house step by step, and every step was so heavy that his father's heavy body pressed him to lift his waist. Several times he fell down, but he would get up immediately. Although the body was heavy, he refused to abandon it!

When he came to the back mountain, he found a place he thought was good to put the body on the ground, and stretched out his hands to dig on the wet soil after the rain! Although the soil is wet, it is still difficult for a ten-year-old child!

His fingers were worn out. He didn't care. It rained again. He didn't care. It was getting dark. He didn't care. The passing snake bit his heel, but he still didn't care.

One night.

A pit one meter wide, two meters long and one meter deep was finally completed. He wiped the sweat on his head, put Huang Long's body in, filled the soil, and fainted.

The wind blew, blew off the leaves and flowers, but it couldn't blow away the hatred of the teenager.

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Huanglong died, and no one asked him to complete the harsh training program, but he did not stop exercising. On the contrary, he worked harder. There was no difference between day and night. His daily life was to exercise, keep exercising, catching wild boars to eat when he was hungry, drinking animal blood, and taking a nap when he was tired. Wake up or continue to exercise.

He lived alone in the back mountain for two years!

Out of the back mountain and walking on the street, no one knew him and no one approached him. In the eyes of those pedestrians, the dirty and smelly child seemed to bring a plague, which made people afraid to approach.

The fragrant smell of steamed buns came from the steamed bun shop next to the street, which attracted him to the small shed selling steamed buns.

Two years of deep mountain life, he has forgotten how to communicate with others.

"Bao!" The stiff words are weak.

The young man selling steamed buns saw a dirty guy running over and quickly stepped forward and pushed Huang Quan to the ground: "Where did the wild boy play?"

Maybe I'm hungry. Huang Quan ignored the man's existence and took out two steaming steamed buns from the cage and stuffed them into his mouth. Seeing this, the steamed bun seller went up and grabbed Huang Quan and raised his hand to hit him.

"Ah, you thief dare to bite." Huang Quan took a fierce bite on his hand, picked up two steamed buns, and escaped like a mad dog.

Running all the way, Huang Quan gasped, and his black hands were hot and red by the steamed buns. Seeing that the guy didn't seem to follow, Huang Quan was relieved and just wanted to stop and enjoy the two steamed buns, but he bumped into an old man's arms.

The old man's hair is snow-white, his temples are like two sharp swords, with an inch of goatee on his chin and a strange ancient sword on his waist. The reason why it is strange is that there is a fist-sized baby skull hanging on the hilt of the sword.

After Huang Quan's eyes touched the sword, he could no longer leave. There seemed to be a voice calling him, and he couldn't say how he felt. I just feel that the sword is my own.

So when he left the old man's arms, he took down the sword and turned around and ran away.

The old man didn't seem to chase him, which made Huang Quan very strange, but when he stopped to take a closer look at the sword, he found that the old man was looking at him in front of him.

So he turned around again and ran faster, and the old man didn't seem to follow. When he stopped, the old man came out like a ghost and stood in front of Huangquan and looked at him with a smile.

Huang Quan knew that he had met a master. He looked at the sword in his hand and asked the old man, "Can you give me this sword?"

The old man's answer of "Yes" surprised Huang Quan.

"But there is one condition!" The old man added.

Huang Quan asked, "What are the conditions?"

The old man took the temples like a sharp sword and said, "If you can pull this sword out of its sheath, I will give it to you."

Huang Quan asked as if he didn't believe it, "Is it so simple?"

"Well," the old man nodded.

"You have to keep your word." After saying that, his hand was put on the hilt of the sword, and a feeling of mulberry hit his whole body, making him shiver. He tried to pull out the sword, but the sword seemed to be too close to the scabbard, and he failed to do so hard.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head and said, "You can't do it either!"

Huangquan took a step back and did not give the sword to the old man. He said solemnly, "I can do it, I can do it, because I feel it."

Although the old man felt strange about this sentence, he still stopped and looked at Huang Quan quietly. He also seemed to hope that Huang Quan could pull out the sword, because he had never seen the sword out of its sheath since he got it, and no one could take the sword out of its sheath.

Huang Quan held the scabbard in one hand, held the hilt of the sword in one hand and shouted, using all his strength, "Ah!" He kept working hard and trying. The sword had not been pulled out, but strange things happened. Huangquan's original black hair gradually turned white after his continuous exertion!

A faint blue light lit up, and the sword finally showed an inch of sharpness!

"Come on" The old man suddenly became excited, as if he had done it, cheering for this little boy who didn't know his name yet!

Slowly, the sword was pulled out by Huangquan. When the sharp sword came out of its sheath, there was the word "Jiuyou" on the sword. These two words were not engraved on the sword, but the faint blue light condensed and suspended on the sword body. After Huangquan saw these two words, the light gradually disappeared.

Huang Quan seemed to have special feelings for this sword. He couldn't help touching the sword body with his hand and couldn't help putting his face on the sword body. When his face touched the body of the sword, there was a sudden tingling pain. There was a scar on his left face and bleeding. When the blood flowed on the sword, it disappeared.

The old man secretly praised that the sharp sword could hurt people before touching the blade.

Huang Quan looked at the sword in his hand and was extremely happy. After playing with it, he put the sword into the scabbard and said to the old man, "Thank you for the kindness of the sword." This is the most complete sentence he has said in two years.

The old man looked at Huangquan and praised in his heart: What a wonderful talent, and he can pull out this magic sword, and his future achievements will certainly be unlimited.

"What's your name?" The old man asked.

"Huangquan."

The old man nodded: "Okay, Huangquan, you and I will make an agreement. If you can step into the realm of cultivation within ten years, I will accept you as an apprentice. At that time, I will definitely be embarrassed to teach you the supreme method in my life."

Huang Quan was obviously moved by the supreme method said by the old man. He quickly knelt down and shouted, "Master!"

The old man said, "My name is Wu Yan, and I'm not your master yet. If you can complete the agreement, I will definitely accept you as an apprentice. Remember my name and goodbye.

Huang Quan just wanted to ask what the world of cultivation was, but found that the old man had disappeared out of thin air.

So in order to complete the agreement, Huangquan constantly trained himself on the one hand and kept asking everything about the realm of cultivation. In order to revenge, he decided to work hard for eight years and then seek the method of cultivation after killing Li Ao.