Seek immortals and realize gods

Chapter 1: Mother and Child

Ancient South City

The early sun had just risen, and the gray sky was immediately rendered into a golden veil. The morning breeze and dew set off the pomegranate leaves in the backyard of Wangjiazhuang, which looked green. The crowing of the sparrows, paired with the soft drinking in the backyard, contains a hint of the charm of "smell the chicken and dance".

"Drink, drink, drink!" In the backyard, a group of half-grown children raised their feet and clapped their hands, practicing Wangjiaquan over and over again in an orderly manner.

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A set of low-level martial arts of the yellow rank was played by them in an orderly manner, and several Wang family disciples clapped their hands, and there were waves of air vibration.

"En." Wang Batian, the owner of the Wangjiazhuang Villa, spent a lot of money to invite Lin Hongzhi, the coach, nodded slightly, with a look of approval in his eyes. His cultivation base has reached the fourth level of physical training, and his whole body exudes The breath made every disciple feel a little stuffy in his chest, even the little figure hidden behind the stone gate not far away was the same.

This figure is also a child of Wangjiazhuang, called Wang Xiaoti, but due to certain reasons, he is not allowed to practice Wangjiaquan with these children. When watching these people vigorously swinging their fists and showing their super strength, Xiaoti's eyes revealed a strong sense of envy.

He blinked his light and smart eyes, the light blue pupils were very beautiful, like a bay of clear spring water.

"Okay, let's rest for a while." Lin Hongzhi clapped his hands. The dozen or so disciples were all relieved. Some went to the pool to quench their thirst, some sat on the ground and massaged their legs and feet. Only one of them was younger than Xiaoti. The older boy was looking around, his name was Wang Lang, the son of Wang Batian and the eldest son of the third wife, because his father Wang Jianlong was the chief guard of Wangjiazhuang, and he had great power. In the past few years, he was very arrogant, no one dared to provoke him, the upper beam was not upright, the lower beam was crooked, Wang Lang relied on his father's strength, and he was very powerful among his peers.

He looked around for a while, finally found the figure behind the stone gate, let out a hey, and sprinted over.

Xiaoti quickly dodged and ran towards the inner courtyard, the two of them ran away for a while, after a while, Wang Lang carried Wang Xiaoti into the inner courtyard, and shouted loudly: "Look, look, this is here!" The kid came here again to steal a lesson."

A dozen or so figures embraced it with great interest, and started laughing and cursing again.

"Tell me, how to punish this little bitch this time?" Wang Lang laughed loudly.

Wang Xiaoti didn't show cowardice, but straightened his waist, stood neither humble nor overbearing, and looked at the people around him coldly. It was precisely because of these unconvinced expressions that often aroused the anger of Wangjiazhuang disciples. Mr. Ci had to torture him severely before letting him go.

With a crisp slap, a bright red slap print immediately appeared on Xiaoti's face.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but make the first move, hehe." Wang Lang said with a strange smile, but seeing Xiaoti staring at him fiercely, this made him angry again, and kicked his right leg swiftly and thunderously. On Wang Xiaoti's back ankle.

boom--

The thin and weak Xiao Ti couldn't stand the huge force, and suddenly knelt down on the sandy ground with one knee, and was about to try his best to get up, but the surrounding fists and feet fell on him like raindrops.

bang bang~~~

The pain was burning, how could Xiao Ti, who was weak and had no kung fu, be the opponent of these people, for a while, he collapsed on the ground like mud, and was trampled on by others.

"Hurry up, there won't be a shop after this village." Wang Lang exclaimed excitedly, and then he kicked down with both legs, occasionally rubbing on Wang Xiaoti's torn clothes.

"Bah, I've dirty the soles of my shoes." Wang Lang artificially lifted up his silver brocade shoes and rubbed them against the ground for several rounds.

Another boy named Wang Luoxu was beating happily, and said: "Hit hard, this kid is so cheap, every time he beats him half to death, after two days he is still alive and kicking, this time we will be more ruthless."

"Huh? You can come up with an idea." Everyone looked at him and said.

Wang Luoxu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Wait for me." Then he left the backyard and went somewhere.

"I'm tired, let's take a rest first." Wang Lang sat on Wang Xiaoti's back, patting his head from time to time, he was already depressed, like a lamb waiting to die.

"Come here!" After a while, Wang Luoxu ran in triumphantly, holding a soft sword with a cold light in his hand.

"You actually brought the dharma sword enshrined in the hall, you really have it." Wang Lang said excitedly, and the rest of the disciples all looked at him approvingly, which made Wang Luoxu a little elated.

"Look at a few of his fingers this time, and see if they can grow back."

"Well, good idea."

"Turn him over and press him on the ground first, don't let him move, hehe."

Under the reflection of the sun, the silver light refracted by the magic sword fell into Xiaoti's eyes, like an ice cone, chilling his heart, saying that he is not afraid or afraid, that is a lie, a half-grown child can have great courage to face An enemy with a weapon in his hand, and he believed that this group of indulgent guys would definitely dare to do something to him with this magic sword enshrined by the family.

"Hey, brat, are you scared?" Seeing the timidity in Xiaoti's eyes, Wang Lang burst out laughing, Wang Luoxu and other Wang family children were also very excited.

"Look at me." Wang Lang held up the dharma sword, ready to go, the dharma sword cut through the air with a sound, leaving a screen in the air, and cut off Xiaoti's finger in an instant.

bass--

Just when the dharma sword was about to touch Xiaoti's finger, the tip of the sword was suddenly attacked by an unknown object, so it deflected a little bit, just avoiding Xiaoti's index finger, and touched the gap between the index finger and the middle finger.

"What are you doing?" It was Lin Hongzhi who came out of the hospital and had a rest.

With a clang of "Master", the magic sword fell to the ground. Wang Lang curled up and hid behind Wang Luoxu. They had seen Lin Hongzhi get angry before. on his own head.

"Get out of the way." Angrily reprimanded, Lin Hongzhi walked over to help Xiaoti up, and said, "It's all right, go back to your mother, don't come here again."

Xiao Ti nodded, and the fear in his light blue eyes slowly receded, and he walked out bumping under the resentful eyes of the Wang family's disciples.

After leaving the courtyard, Lin Hongzhi shouted and cursed.

"What are you doing? That's your younger brother who is related by blood. Even if it wasn't like this, you can't treat him like this. He was thinking of harming people at a young age, and even dared to use the magic sword. Let's see what happens after the master leaves the customs. Teach you bastards a lesson."

For Lin Hongzhi, Wang Xiaoti still has a good impression of him, except for him and his mother in Wangjiazhuang, no one will open their eyes to look at him.

Although ten-year-old Wang Xiaoti is only a child, his mind has gradually matured under years of torture, and he is much more mature and tough than ordinary children of the same age. , just because he liked to cry when he was young.

After passing through several stone gates, Xiaoti came to the back hill of Wangjiazhuang, and there was a thatched shed under the apple tree not far from the back hill. This was the home where Wang Xiaoti and his mother, Meng Shi, lived together.

At this time, Mrs. Meng was drying the freshly washed clothes in the sun. Although she was old and frail, she could still faintly see the splendor of the past.

No matter how natural Wang Xiaoti pretended to be, he couldn't escape Meng Shi's eyes.

"Xiao Ti, what's wrong with your legs?" Meng Shi threw the clothes that had just been wrung out but hadn't been dried in the bucket into the bucket, and staggered towards her.

"It's okay, mother, a little injury."

"Been bullied by Wang Lang and the others again." After finishing speaking, Meng frowned tightly, and sighed heavily, "I told you not to go out, you wouldn't listen." complained.

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"Huh?" Meng raised her head, seeing Xiaoti hesitating, she kindly said: "If you have anything to tell mother, mother will do her best to satisfy you."

After saying "I want to practice", Xiao Ti buried his head completely.

There was another heavy sigh, Meng shi lowered her eyes, didn't speak for a long time, finally shook her head and said: "Xiao Ti, mother is useless, I can't satisfy you." As soon as she finished speaking, tears rolled down , slipped down along Mengshi's arm.

Xiao Ti suddenly became anxious and said: "Mother, don't cry, Xiao Ti made a mistake and stopped practicing."

Tears kept pouring down, Meng couldn't help herself, sobbed slowly, her eyes were cloudy, her old appearance was evident, all these years of torment had turned the once overwhelmed beauty into an old woman.

The rising sun slanted, sprinkled a ray of warmth, and poured on the embracing mother and child, but it did not bring them any warmth. Yes, in the Wangjiazhuang, which outsiders think is extravagant and rich, there is actually a pair of poorly clothed and poorly fed. Familiar mother and child.

The moonlight is pouring down, and the back mountain of Wangjiazhuang seems to be covered with a layer of silver-white veil. Through the dense apple tree branches and leaves, there are yellow spots on the thatched roof, which are as dim as the color of mango skin. There is a hint of fragrance.

Xiao Tiao was wrapped in a musty-smelling quilt. Although he tried his best to suppress it, his body still trembled slightly due to the severe pain. Every time he was injured, such symptoms would occur at night. He was used to it, but The pain in that muscle was unbearable.

Cold sweat flowed out from the pores, soaking a large piece of quilt, he didn't dare to make too much movement, if it alarmed Meng Shi, it would make her feel distressed for a long time.

woohoo~~~

"It's finally here." Xiao Ti was overjoyed, and his little face, which was distorted by the pain, relaxed a little.