C5 The Young Hawk finally flies in the second episode (1)

The rising sun was not dazzling, but the orange glow on the horizon reflected the clouds of infatuation.

The sunlight was both gentle and strong, just like this young man who stood silently on the cool breeze. He was dressed in simple clothes, but he had a certain elegance to him.

His eyes were half closed, and he was lost in the beauty of the sunrise.

"Grass sprouted green on the windy plain, and mist permeated the undergrowth.

The red sun rises from the east and all things come together. Birds chirp and insects chirp as spring approaches. "

The youth softly recited, and his eyes suddenly shone with a divine light. He could not help but say, "The best is a year of spring!" Another spring came.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a pagoda standing on top of it. Looking at it, this pagoda was very crude, simple, unadorned, and extremely simple. In front of the pavilion was a stone tablet with the words "Bloodsword Pavilion" on it.

That's right, it was the Bloodsword Pavilion. Blood Sword Yu Chen's Bloodsword Pavilion.

The youth couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Ten years, is it finally time to leave?" Yes, today, the youth was going to leave this place.

Just as he was about to leave, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He was unwilling, helpless, sad, and filled with anticipation.

Thinking back to ten years ago, he was only an eight year old boy with no one to rely on, so he could only beg along the street. Because of his malnutrition, he was always thin, frail, and often bullied by the mischievous kids.

'I remember that day! '

The sky gradually darkened as night approached.

The tattered boy had tears in his eyes as he struggled to resist the pain in his left leg while limping towards the end of the alley. His left leg was broken.

Today, those mischievous kids had bullied and insulted him again, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was weak and weak. Hunger made him feel an instinctive fear. The sloppiness of his body made him feel inferior and weak.

But he finally couldn't take it anymore, so he resisted with all his might. Unfortunately, his weakness and loneliness made his resistance futile. One of his legs had even been broken.

His broken leg was heart-wrenching. The pain penetrated his heart.

"Hiss ~ ~ ~" He only exerted a little strength, but the bone-piercing pain made him unable to restrain himself from letting out a low roar. The tears that were previously flowing in his eyes had finally broken out of their confinement and flowed out uncontrollably.

A tear inadvertently flowed from the corner of his mouth into his mouth. The little boy used his tongue to lick it. That salty and astringent taste was like his bitter life.

"Woo ~ woo ~" The sound of her soft sobbing could be clearly heard in the desolate alley.

He was only eight years old, only eight years old. Why did he have to go through such misery when he should have been enjoying his childhood? The little boy could not help but feel sad. Heavens, why are you so heartless to me? No one would be able to answer this question, and no one would be able to.

"Hiss —" The little boy endured the pain and finally tore off a one-foot long piece of rag with great effort. As he sobbed, he continued to grit his teeth and carefully used the rag and an inch wide wooden board to secure his left calf. He stared blankly for a while, then rolled the broken pieces of grass onto his body and fell into a deep sleep as he sobbed.

"Creak, creak, creak ~ ~ ~"

The boy was awakened from his sleep by the sound of a bird.

The little boy was confused.

Lifting up the blanket he had covered, the boy looked around.

What entered his eyes was a patch of tender green. It was the green sprout that covered the entire lawn.

In the early spring, all things began to recover. Not far away, there were a few sparse shrubs that were uneven.

As the warm sun shone on his body, the boy felt a sense of comfort. He could not help but feel a trace of warmth in his heart.

As the breeze blew, the faint smell of burning charcoal drifted over from behind him. The boy turned around and saw that there were traces of black charcoal left by a burnt bonfire a few feet away from him. They were emitting traces of white smoke.

"You're awake?"

The little boy jerked his head around, but a man was already standing beside him without a sound.

The man looked to be around 30 years old. He had faint eyebrows, bright eyes, a slight smile on his face, and a hint of concern in his eyes that made the boy's nose sour.

"Uncle!" The little boy was very careful, but he was stopped by the man's gaze.

"You are very strong, and very much like me back then." The man looked at the boy affectionately. "What's your name?"

His soft voice made the little boy feel very close. He almost subconsciously said, "My name is Yue Feng, a mountain, a mountain peak." Very good, Yue Feng. I, Blood Sword Yu Chen, today, want to accept you as my disciple, are you willing? " Yu Chen looked at Yue Feng calmly.

"I do." Yue Feng really could not believe it. There was a kind of expectation in his heart, but at the same time, there was a kind of inferiority. Listening to his voice that sounded like a mosquito, perhaps even he himself would not be able to hear it.

"What?" I can't hear you. " Yu Chen frowned, and stared at Yue Feng.

"I'm willing!" Yue Feng mustered his courage this time.

"I can't hear you!"

"I'm willing …"

"Is that all you have?"

"I-yes! "I, Yue Feng, am willing to acknowledge uncle as my master," Yue Feng stubbornly raised his head and roared out with all his might. Only then did Yu Chen nod his head in satisfaction. nine kowtows to the teacher! "

Struggling to kneel in front of Yu Chen, Yue Feng was both happy and respectful: "Master, above, disciple Yue Feng kneels down!" After that, he kowtowed nine times in a row, causing his forehead to bruise.

"Stand up!" Yu Chen gently nodded his head and said.

Yue Feng ignored the wound on his leg, and endured the pain, forcing himself up.

"Good, very good. Hahahaha, let's go back to the pavilion!" Yu Chen whistled and called the horses over. He placed Yue Feng on the horse's back and flattered them, "Phew ~", and the horse galloped away.

Yu Chen leaped up and used a movement technique, whizzing out as he followed closely behind.

What's different is what's human, and what's not.

In these ten years, Yu Chen had always seen Yue Feng as if he was on his own, and master was also his father, allowing Yue Feng, who had been an orphan since childhood, to experience the love a father like a mountain. Yue Feng had long since recognized Yu Chen as his father!

How Yue Feng wished that this kind of life could continue to be lived, unfortunately, the heavens disobeyed his wishes …

One month ago, when Yu Chen was sent back to the pavilion by his sworn brother, Long Tengyue, he was already seriously injured. As for Long Tengyue, who brought Yu Chen back, he was also riddled with scars. As soon as he entered the pavilion, he put Yu Chen down and fell, panting heavily.

After resting for a while, Long Tengyue gave some instructions to Yue Feng, and then left with tears flowing down his face.

Yue Feng still remembered Yu Chen's last words, "Feng'er, Master is about to die. This trip to the ancient cave is really dangerous, but take care of this《 Book of Heavenly Treasures》, unless you have no other choice, don't cultivate it."

"Cough cough, Feng'er, you're almost eighteen years old. It's enough to cultivate my Blood Sword Art. Blood Sword, my old friend for thirty years, you cannot disgrace it, do you understand? "

Just as Yue Feng nodded in agreement, Yu Chen forcefully operated his technique and slapped both of Yue Feng's hands up. With all four palms together, Yue Feng only felt waves of warmth flow from Yu Chen's palms.

Vigorous, powerful, Yue Feng felt a dense energy circulating within his body through his meridians, from one acupoint to another. The rapidly spinning energy swirled and connected all the meridians in his body.

"My inner strength may be comparable to any top class expert in the world!" Yu Feng's heart trembled, hot steam rising from his chest, his tears flowing. Yu Chen had passed on all his twenty years of cultivation to Yue Feng!

The warm current was surging like an ocean, flowing non-stop in Yue Feng's body. He watched as Yu Chen's face gradually turned pale and lost the last bit of color, but he was powerless. He choked up, tears streaming down his face.

"Feng'er, do you know? Actually, I really hope that you can call me Father! Cough cough cough cough cough cough *

Even his cough was so weak, Yue Feng felt pain in his heart, he thought that Yu Chen was once a valiant and valiant man, he never expected himself to end up like this. [Why is the Sky Master so ruthless? Why does he want to punish us instead of doing something good?] Yue Feng's heart ached, so much so that it was hard to breathe.

"Father, father, your son is here. Actually, your son wanted to call you father a long time ago, so in the future, your son will follow your surname. Your son's name is Yu Feng, and you will forever be your child's father."

It was said that men always shed tears when they were in trouble. However, this was not because Yue Feng was not strong enough, but rather, it was due to his tears that unwittingly flowed out when he reached his most sorrowful point.

Yu Chen leaned on the headboard, suddenly his face became moist, and happily shouted: "Good good good good, Hahahaha, son, I have a son, my son is called Yu Feng, hahahahaha, ha —" As his voice stopped, Yu Chen had completed the last phase of his life amidst his laughter, the heroic Blood Sword Yu Chen had thus fallen.

After wiping away his tears, Yu Feng retreated a few steps. He fell to his knees.

Boom! * Boom! * Boom! * Yu Feng sent Yu Chen on his last journey.

"Father — — walk well — —" Yu Feng was very excited at this moment as the internal energy he had just received bursted out. Yu Feng could not help but raise his head and roar at the sky, "Howl — —" The strong internal energy caused the entire pavilion to tremble slightly.

There were only two servants in Bloodsword Pavilion, Uncle Fu and Aunt Lan. At this moment, the two servants were crying on the ground right behind Yu Feng. Yu Feng had to leave this place eventually. The young eagle could only grow by itself in the wild, and a human could it?

"Sigh!" Withdrawing himself from his memories, the boundless emotion in Yu Feng's heart finally transformed into a long sigh.

Yu Feng gently wiped the tears that leaked out from the corner of his eyes and crouched down to pick up a white jade container. With a hand, he slung the already wrapped blood sword behind his back and carried the bundle on his back. His right hand gently caressed the bone cup as he said softly, "Father, we are on our way, I will definitely bring you to the Sky Mountain."

Sky Mountain was the place Yu Chen had always wanted to go. That was because there was someone there who made him think about his day and night …

Yu Feng got on the horse, and with both feet on the horse's belly, he heard a "whoosh" sound, and the black horse quickly galloped down the mountain.