C1 Opening

At the end of the night.

At the beginning of the morning, a touch of fish-belly white appeared in the sky as the male chicken announced the arrival of dawn.

After a while, a child pushed open the door and walked out.

As the night gradually faded, the child's sleepy eyes became drowsy as he stared at the sky and let out a sigh.

"Pah!" "Pah!"

In the silence, the sound of a whip suddenly sounded out, and when the child heard it, his face instantly went ghastly pale.

He then turned around and rushed into the room. When he came out again, he held the chamber pot in his hand and quickly disappeared into the night.

When the child returned to the courtyard, he stopped and nervously looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared.

He lowered his head and walked closer while trembling, whispering, "Father!"

Looking over, there was a middle-aged man under the night sky. He wore a suit of armor and stood up straight. However, his face was unshaven and he looked a little slovenly.

"Stop dawdling, look for a beating!"

The middle-aged man's gaze was cold and piercing as he held the whip in his hand. His face was grim as he swung his hand out, but the kid didn't dare dodge. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, then his body unconsciously tensed up.

Pow! Pow!

After the two whips, the child's face tightened as he felt a burning pain coming from his arm. Tears flowed from his brown eyes before he let out a cry and began to wail.

"Shut up! If you cry again, I'll break your legs. "

Whipping the whip, the middle-aged man made a gesture of wanting to hit him. Perhaps he was afraid, perhaps he was afraid.

The other party was convulsing in fear of incurring the wrath of the other party.

He took out a mysterious "stone" from his bosom and pushed it into the boy's bosom. Without a word, he turned around, picked up the jar of wine from the ground, and left by himself.

Holding the "rock," the child sat cross-legged with tears in his eyes, enduring the pain and forcing himself into a state of cultivation.

He didn't dare to relax even a bit. The pain on his arm was still vivid in his mind, leaving a lingering fear.

He closed his eyes and meditated, his hand holding the Spiritual Qi. The child practiced a kind of shortcut body forging technique.

After the man left, someone suddenly rushed out of a room and pulled the middle-aged man further away.

Sharp voice said, "Brother, are you crazy? Hai'er is still a child, how could you bear to do it? "

When he looked over, he saw that the person who spoke was a young woman. Her age was young, and she was slightly similar to the middle-aged man.

Raising his head, the man gulped down a mouthful of turbid wine and said sorrowfully: "Wind Country, the sky is about to change. "I, I'm sorry Hai."

The young lady dashed forward and snatched the wine jar and smashed it into pieces. She said angrily, "Is the rumor true?"

Rumor?

The man looked at the broken wine jar dumbly. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he placed his hands on the shoulder of the young woman and said in a low voice, "Rumor, what rumor?"

With a sneer, the woman pressed him, "Wind King is very sick. Prince Xuan Ling fought with Second Prince Xuan Jing over the title of heir. Did you submit to Xuan Jing?"

Hearing this, the man's body staggered, he retreated a few steps and laughed miserably: "I have no choice, the neutral end would be Hai'er's mother … …"

Taking a step forward, the woman grabbed the man's clothes and questioned, "How did my sister-in-law die? Do you know something? Hai has no mother all these years. Do you know how bitter he has been? "

Pushing the woman's hand away, the man said in pain, "It's all my fault. Back then, the Crown Prince forced me to choose the camp, and I rejected him on the spot. In the end, I let my King know that the Crown Prince was punished, and that year, Hai's mother was killed …"

With tears in her eyes, the woman squatted down and looked towards the direction of the child, saying sorrowfully, "I can understand why you submitted to Xuan Jing, but why did you hurt Hai'er? Isn't he your son?"

He punched his chest and said with red eyes, "I want him to hate me because I want him to have no mother. Perhaps soon, he will lose me too. If you hate me, then he won't take revenge for me. I want him to live well! "

Suddenly standing up, the woman lost her voice: "Brother, don't be reckless. Hai'er has lost his mother. If he loses you again, how are you going to let him live?"

He made up his mind and said, "Before he hates me to death, before you have a good place to go, I won't do anything reckless. Zhen'er, I will depend on you to take care of Hai'er in the future."

Shaking her head, the woman pointed at the man and scolded, "Chu Jian, you're a bastard. Take care of your own son, if you dare mess around, I'll tell Hai'er the truth!"

Waving his head, the man turned his back towards the woman as his tears fell.

… ….

Time flew by.

Six years later, the same abode, the same people, the same cultivation method.

The only change was that the child was much taller and already had the appearance of a youth. In terms of character, he was silent.

"Idiot!" Rotten wood! Useless things, how many years had it been? "If you can't even become a Martial Master, then watch how I'll deal with you today!"

Chu Jian did not hold back as he raised the whip in his hand. The youth's eyes were calm as he let the whip hit him while his eyes were staring at the person who hit him.

It was as if it wasn't his body that was being beaten.

one whip

… ….

eight whips

nine whips

After 10 whips, the youth raised his head and muttered to himself, "Who am I?"

Every time he questioned the Sky, strange memories would suddenly appear in his mind. The images flashed past his mind and were hard to capture.

It was as if he did not belong to this world!

He longed for it!

"Scram!" How the f * ck did I give birth to a trash like you! "Get away from me, don't let me look at you."

Under the glaring sunlight, Chu Jian, who was holding onto a jar of wine, roared at the teenager. He then whipped at the teenager's face.

Swish!

The youth made his move. He was as fast as lightning as he grabbed the whip's head. His pair of fierce eyes fiercely stared back at Chu Jian.

Throwing away the whip in his hand, the youth clenched his teeth and left with heavy footsteps.

In the past, whenever the youth was beaten, there would always be a young woman that would lead the youth away and wipe away his tears and apply the medicine for him.

However, ever since his aunt had been married off to another family, his heart had died.

Today, the youth's eyes were dry and cold.

The youth didn't want to stay in this house for more than a moment longer. He had his own place to go, a small, independent courtyard.

The origin of the small courtyard was a gift from his aunt.

What the youth didn't know was that at the moment he grabbed the whip and threw it away, Chu Jian was emotionally moved. The corner of his mouth formed a faint, creepy smile.

When the teenager ran away, Chu Jian's eyes became moist as he said sorrowfully: "Child, this might be the last time daddy hit you. Hate me!" Do not avenge me! "

'Clang! 'a loud sound was heard.

Chu Jian shattered the wine jar and was determined.

Not long after Chu Jian left, there was a huge change in the Wind Country.

Wind King died of an illness and his body was lost. The crown prince Xuan Ling and the second prince Xuan Jing accused each other and the battle for the throne had come to an end.

The hidden experts that the two sides had set up for so many years, had completely erupted, and the entire Wind Country was in complete disorder …

By the time the war subsided, it was already a month later.

There were countless government officials involved and even the cultivators of the martial arts world were involved.

The situation was dire. No one dared to say anything. In short, countless people had died.

How did Old Wind King die?

No one knew, no one dared to ask, because history was written by the victors.

Rumor had it that the people of the world could only blindly listen to it!

… ….