Legend of Yan Wu

The old man looked at Han Mo and nodded in relief, helped Han Mo and said: "Tonight, you come to the grass outside the city alone, and I will wait for you there. Also, don't mention my existence to anyone, and don't let me go." Don't let people know that you have worshiped the master, do you understand?"

Han Mo nodded earnestly. Although he didn't know why, he did as the teacher said. Now he has no hope, so he has to try this time no matter what, otherwise if he waits until the clan tries it, he will die Only by becoming the lowest-ranked peon in the family, or the youngest peon.

"Okay, kid, you go back first, we'll see you tonight." The old man patted Han Mo's head and said happily.

Han Mo nodded earnestly, left with some reluctance, and returned to the Han family in three steps.

"Hey, the waste material is back. It's time for dinner. Where did you go?" Han Mo had just entered the gate of Han's house when he heard a teasing voice, and he knew who it was without thinking.

Han Mo ignored the owner of the voice, and continued walking towards the family's backyard without stopping.

"Stop!" A tall and fat boy stepped in front of Han Mo, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Han Mo, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

Han Mo raised his head when he heard the words, and a cloud of anger welled up in his heart, but he never broke out. He swallowed his anger and said, "I heard it."

"I heard you ignore me." The little fat man shouted at Han Mo, grabbed Han Mo's collar, and said in a serious tone: "Han Mo, I can warn you, you'd better stay away from Linger." One point, are you worthy of walking with sister Linger? Let me answer you, you are not worthy!"

"Stop." Just when the little fat man was about to continue humiliating Han Mo, a crisp voice came over with a bit of anger.

"Hey, isn't this sister Linger?" Seeing that it was Han Ling, the little fat man hurriedly let go of Han Mo's hands and said with a playful smile.

Han Ling glanced at the little fat man in disgust and said, "Han Wu, you'd better not make trouble for nothing, or I will tell Uncle Han."

Mentioning Uncle Han, Han Wu showed a trace of fear in his eyes, and said to Han Ling with a playful smile: "Sister Linger, why do you do it for a waste."

"You are trash, and your whole family is trash." Seeing Han Wu scolding Han Mo, Han Ling's heart suddenly burst into flames. He pointed at Han Wu's nose and cursed, without any ladylike demeanor before.

Han Ling said angrily: "Han Wu, you heard me clearly, brother Han Mo is not a waste, why didn't you say that brother Han Wu was a waste a few years ago? Oh! I see, you should be afraid of Han Mo Brother beat you."

"You!" Han Wu was speechless at what Han Ling said, so he could only cast his vicious eyes on Han Mo. In his opinion, all of this was bewitched by Han Mo. If there was no Han Mo, Han Ling would definitely be in trouble every day. Accompany him, not because of anything else, but because his father is the elder of the Han family, and he is the only one who is worthy of Han Ling in the family.

"You bastard, you know how to hide behind women, and if you have the guts, you can fight me one-on-one." Han Wu said that he couldn't beat Han Ling, so he had to turn his target to Han Mo, and said in a vicious tone.

Han Mo frowned when he heard this, he was tired of hearing all the words Han Wu said, he could endure everything, but this sentence was the only one he couldn't, Han Mo raised his head slowly, and said calmly: "Okay, there is still a month left It's the family coming-of-age ceremony, and I'll be waiting for you on the ring."

Han Wu was shocked when he heard the words. He really didn't expect Han Mo to say such a thing. He is already an eight-yuan warrior, and Han Mo is not even a warrior. He dared to say such a thing to himself. The nose said: "Okay, you have a backbone, I hope you don't kneel on the ground begging for mercy, oh, yes, even if you beg for mercy, I will not let you go." Then he laughed again.

Han Mo ignored the nervous Han Wu, cast a glance at Han Ling, turned and left, but no one noticed Han Mo's fist, due to excessive forbearance, the palm of his hand was crushed, and bright red blood flowed out.

"Mo'er, you're back." An old man held a waist basket and said to Han Mo at the door.

This old man is Han Mo's grandfather, and his grandfather is also a person without a soul crystal, but the grandfather's soul crystal did not disappear, but was forcibly crushed by the enemy in a fight. He is a useless person, but because of his meritorious service in protecting the family, he also has some status in the family. This house was rewarded by the family to grandpa.

Looking at his aging grandfather, Han Mo couldn't help feeling sore, until his nose was sore, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Silly boy, what's the matter with you, have you been bullied again?" Grandpa saw that Han Mo's expression was not right, dropped the waist basket in his hand, walked up to Han Mo and asked concerned.

Han Mo shook his head hastily, looked at his grandpa and smiled, "No, grandpa, I will become stronger. I will definitely become stronger in the future, so that grandpa can live a better life."

Grandpa nodded in relief when he heard the words, and said kindly: "Mo'er has also grown up and understands a lot of truths, Mo'er, you have to remember that there are no born cowards, only idiots who don't know how to make progress, as long as you choose Persevere, bad things will pass.”

Han Mo nodded heavily, keeping his grandfather's words in his heart. Grandpa can be said to be his only family member. Han Mo values ​​this family relationship very much, but looking at his gradually aging grandfather, Han Mo will always blame himself , if it wasn't for him to worry about, grandpa wouldn't be getting old so fast.

"Grandpa, are you going to cook? I'll help you." Han Mo said to Grandpa, holding the vegetable basket.

"Okay, let's cook today." Grandpa said happily, and sighed softly in his heart, what a sensible child, why is God always so cruel to good people?

Night came quietly, Han Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated, opened his eyes after a long time, sighed and murmured: "I still can't sense fighting spirit after losing the soul crystal, it's getting late, I should go find Master." As Han Mo said, he opened the door cautiously, and left the compound without making a sound, for fear of disturbing his grandfather.

Han Mo walked out of the Han family compound as if he was a thief, and then ran all the way to the green grass outside the city. From a long distance, he saw a person standing in the grass. Han Mo's eyesight is very good, even if the sky is very dark, Han Mo is still the same. It can be seen that this person is the old man in the daytime, his master.

Han Mo ran up to the old man, lowered his head and said out of breath, "Teacher, I'm here."

The old man looked at Han Mo who was panting, shook his head and said, "Han Mo, how far have you traveled?"

Han Mo thought for a while and said uncertainly, "It's about 1000 meters away."

The old man shook his head, and said with some dissatisfaction: "This little journey has made you so tired? How long has it been since the soul crystal in your body disappeared?"

Han Mo's face suddenly became unnatural when he heard this, he hesitated and said, "It's been more than three years."

"More than three years..." The old man said repeatedly, as if he was calculating something, before he said after a while: "You usually lack physical fitness. As a martial arts practitioner, not only fighting spirit is important, but also physical fitness is more important. Tonight, I will help you reshape the soul crystal first, and then hurry up to temper your physique."

"Teacher... you... what did you say? You said reshape the soul crystal?" Han Mo said in surprise. The old man's words were a bit unbelievable. How could a person's soul crystal be reshaped.

Seeing that Han Mo was very puzzled, the old man patted Han Mo's shoulder, smiled and said, "Silly boy, of course you don't understand, of course ordinary people can't reshape soul crystals, but you are different because you are the ninth A genius with a martial physique."

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