Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

In the woods, a figure was running hurriedly. The figure was very ugly, with abscesses on his head and very little gray hair. There was a child under his right arm.

After crossing the lush woods, a simple and neat-looking courtyard appeared naturally in front of him.

There is no one living along the way, but there are people living here?

The figure sensed that there might be a problem here, and was about to turn around and leave, when suddenly, his body instinctively warned him.

"The shallow and deep seas are retting and floating, gathering and scattering empty dust to reflect the virtual reality."

The man in green shirt walked out of the room in the courtyard. Although he was not wearing a crown, his black hair had obviously been carefully taken care of, and there were a few clearly visible strands of snow-white hair floating in it.

His face looks young, but he has a long beard, which is also carefully taken care of.

"I'm just passing by. I have no intention of disturbing you, and I don't want to be your enemy." Zou Zongtian looked on guard.

The man in green shirt looked him up and down and said:

"Put him down and you can leave."

Obviously, he did not want to participate in the turmoil of the world, but there was obviously something wrong with the child being taken by this person, which reminded him of that past. Looking at this person's strength, he could only say that he was not a good person.

Naturally, Zou Zongtian couldn't agree: "If this is not done, do you really want to embarrass me?"

"Keep someone alive, or keep them alive." The man in green shirt walked out of the courtyard.

"It's better that you stay alive!"

Caught off guard, a puff of poisonous smoke came towards him, and Zou Zongtian quickly used his energy to escape after taking action.

"Ok?"

The man in the green shirt formed a sword with his palm and slashed at will. However, he saw that the wind of the sword was filled with poisonous smoke, and he slashed directly towards Zou Zongtian, who had his back exposed.

Whoosh!

A sharp knife that was faster than the wind went straight through his heart, bringing up a blood flower. He was already dead before he could react. He didn't even expect that the gap between the two would be so big.

Before the body fell, the child caught in his arms was taken out from under his arm by the man in green shirt.

He has a handsome face, but his bone age is no more than ten years old.

The hair color is also not normal black.

At this time, a sound broke through the air, and a young man wearing a white Confucian shirt walked out of the forest and said politely:

"Thank you, senior, for taking action to kill this person."

"This person is Zou Zongtian, a cancerous tumor in the sea. He likes to eat human flesh and often robs innocent people for food. Fa Zong sent people to hunt him down many times, but he was the victim. If there are no seniors who act righteously today, it will be a big disaster in the future."

"Are you from the Confucian sect?" the man in green shirt asked after hearing this.

"Exactly, Confucian Dharma Sect Luo Pingqiu has met the senior."

The blond Confucian scholar saw the ceremony again and felt relieved. This time he was sent by his master to hunt down Zou Zongtian and almost made him escape. Moreover, such masters who cultivated in the mountains and forests always had their own tempers.

This senior looks very graceful, and he should not be the kind of moody person.

The man in green shirt nodded: "Do you have any clues about this child?"

"No, I haven't heard of any children missing." Luo Pingqiu replied.

He had a lot of clues, but there was no information about the child. When he was tracing, no one said that the child was missing.

"It was his chance to come here." The man in green shirt did not continue to ask, nor did he make things difficult for the visitor: "You can take the body and leave."

"That's fine. Dare you ask me your senior's surname?"

Luo Pingqiu transformed into a scroll and sealed the body on the ground.

"I am an unknown person, but if you see Lin Chongyang, please say hello to my friends for me." These words made Luo Pingqiu pause. Only Confucian people can understand the weight of it, which made him relax about the child. But he will report this matter to Master in detail when he turns around:

"Yuan Sheng? This junior has taken note of it. Now that this matter is over, I will not disturb my senior's meditation, please."

After watching the other party leave, the man in green shirt re-examined the child he rescued and determined that he had been knocked unconscious with drugs. He had good bones and traces of martial arts training on his body. Fortunately, it had not been a long time.

Training that overdraws potential will damage children's foundation.

The consequence is that combat power can be formed in a short period of time and reach a relatively good state.

However, his achievements in life will stop because of this. He is a strong person, but he is just a strong person. If he had not been inspired by the situation, he would not have changed his current life.

"Calculating the time, Honghua will be back soon. Let's ask her for help later."

…………

Ten years later.

It was still the same simple and neat courtyard, but it was a little busier than usual, in fact more than a few.

Teaching swordsmanship and skills, the two people who were fighting in the courtyard showed off all they had learned, showing their sharpness, calmness, but also madness by breaking down moves and styles. The young man in white changed his moves and changed his moves.

then.

Pong!

The man in green shirt looked at the flaw and calmly placed his palm on the chest of the young man in white, knocking him back and announcing the end of today's sparring session.

"Xi'er is very talented in swordsmanship. He can quickly understand and master it through sparring. He has improved a lot during this period." The man in green shirt showed no disorder in his breath, stroking his beard and admiring.

Instead, the young man in white clothes on the opposite side became short of breath. As soon as the sparring session ended, he used his kung fu to adjust his breath.

Then he answered: "It all depends on Master's careful teaching."

He held a long knife in his hand, with a straight blade and a fiery red curved guard ring handle, which was quite distinctive. As the sparring ended, he threw the knife into the fiery red scabbard not far away.

There are actually quite a few houses in the courtyard, each with its own function. Smoke is rising from the kitchen, and you can see through the open window that a woman in red is busy among them.

"Xi'er Feixin said earlier that he would be back today. After your master and apprentice have finished their morning training, they will come over to help."

Only soft words were heard, interrupting the daily politeness between the two.

"Master Wife, I'm coming right away!"

At the same time as he spoke, the young man rolled up his sleeves and ran quickly to the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, the woman in red was waiting at the door. She handed the porcelain bowl in front of the young man. He looked helpless: "I can do this kind of thing myself, no need to trouble my wife."

But he still took the porcelain bowl and drank the medicinal soup while it was hot.

The main function of this decoction is to strengthen the body and strengthen the body. He started drinking it on the second day after his master and his wife took him in.

In the past ten years, he has slightly modified it several times based on his progress, because he did not abandon the original path, but retained the prototype and perfected it under the guidance of his master.

Named "Demon Sword Jue" by him, it is a cold and sharp killing knife.

However, the load on his current body is very heavy, so he cannot do without the conditioning of decoction.

"Xie'er, do you want to go to school with Xi'er?"

Taking the porcelain bowl back from the young man's hand, the woman in red asked him a question, a question that gave the young man a headache.

The last time the senior brother came back was five years ago, and the gift he gave him was the knife and a pile of books. In addition to practicing martial arts with his master, he was taught to read and write by his master's wife.

He has no interest in those things at all!

Can!

"Honghua, please don't embarrass him. Xie'er is different from Xi'er, and his thoughts are not in that direction."