C4 Heaven Tyrant Dragon Art(1)

The Duanmu Residence was dozens of acres large, like a small palace.

Duanmu Kuang, who had just finished his morning exercise, ran towards the inner courtyard like a gust of wind. He ignored the greetings of his servants as he ran all the way back to his small courtyard.

"Kuang'er, you've returned from your morning exercise. Look at you, you're sweating all over. Let Xiaocui take you to wash yourself."

In the courtyard, a beautiful woman was embroidered with a woman's red hair. She spoke when she saw Duanmu Kuang enter the courtyard. The beautiful woman was Duanmu Kuang's mother, Li Jingshu. She was just like her name. She was as calm as water, gentle and virtuous, with a warm smile on her face.

"En, mother, I'll return to my room first. Don't come in and disturb me. I'll go wash up myself later." Duanmu Kuang responded and ran straight to his room.

"Hey, this child." Looking at the little fellow's back, Li Jingshu frowned and then relaxed. Her face was full of a pampering and weak expression.

Duanmu Kuang rushed into the room and closed the door. He let out a heavy breath. He did not bother to wipe the sweat off his face. His pair of bright and piercing eyes swept around the room. After making sure no one was there, he took out a stone box from under the bed.

The stone box was three square inches in size, and there was an ancient pattern carved on the surface. When he opened the stone box, a dark red bead lay quietly inside. There were countless traces of blood flowing on the surface of the bead, flickering with a faint light.

"Grandpa, come out, come out!" Duanmu Kuang carefully picked up the bead and called out.

A blood-red light flashed on the surface of the bead, and the shadow of an old man appeared in front of Duanmu Kuang. The old man was wearing a white robe, and he had a head full of white hair. He had a few strands of long beard. He had a sage-like appearance, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hide the wretched look in his eyes.

"How is it? Little fellow, have you decided to take me as your master?" The old man tilted his head and stroked his long beard. His eyes were constantly moving, and his vulgar expression was indescribable.

"Grandpa, my father once said that one day, he will be my master. As a father for the rest of your life, you can't casually acknowledge someone as your master. I just want to learn martial arts well, and when I grow up, I want to look for my little aunt. Today, you should tell me the story of a martial artist. I want to hear it..."

Duanmu Kuang, who had not enjoyed listening to it during the morning exercise, first felt troubled. Then, he looked at the old man with a face full of hope.

The stone box was dug out by Duanmu Kuang when he was playing in the back mountain of Duanmu Prefecture a few months ago. This was the reason why this scene had happened.

"Father, father, it's your father again!"

The old man grimaced in pain as he heard this. He didn't know how long the pearl had been buried underground. It wasn't easy for him to see the light of day again. He didn't expect that the pearl would recognize him as its master. Luckily, it was just a child of a few years old.

In the old man's opinion, it would be a piece of cake to trick him and draw a great hero's pie. It would be a piece of cake for the little guy to acknowledge him as his master. After all, which child did not dream of being a great hero?

Although I used to be all-powerful, I didn't come from my childhood. I understand the thoughts of a child the best. Besides, this little fellow's aptitude is not bad. Being my disciple isn't an insult to me.

When that time comes, when this little fellow matures and helps me reconstruct my physical body, not only will I be able to once again live freely between heaven and earth, I will also have another disciple by my side who will listen to my orders. At that time, the old man thought of something wonderful and even revealed a cheap smile.

Who would have thought that after a few months, he would use all of his tricks and threats? Every time, he would be defeated by this little fellow's' Father says... ', and he would be reduced to an old grandpa who would tell stories?

Every time he thought of his sore points, the old man could not help but go crazy. He wished that he could strangle the little guy's father right away. Of course, if he had a body. Now that he heard the words "father," it was as if tens of thousands of grass mud horses were floating in front of the old man's eyes.

The old man rolled his eyes, and a vulgar smile flashed across his face. He straightened his face and turned his head, and the old man revealed a smile that he thought was kind. Only then did he say, "Little guy, let's not talk about the story today. What did you say just now? You want to learn martial arts and grow up to look for that thing, little aunt? "

"Yeah, I promised her that when I grow up, I will become an unparalleled hero. I will find her and marry her to be my wife. We hooked up," Duanmu Kuang clenched his little fist and said without any seriousness.

"What? You said you wanted to marry your little... little aunt? Then where did your little aunt go?"

The old man was dumbfounded.

"En." Duanmu Kuang nodded heavily and said sadly, "Little aunt, little aunt went home and was taken away by her family..."

The old man finally understood what Duanmu Kuang was saying. It turned out that the little aunt Duanmu Kuang was talking about was just a baby girl that his grandfather had picked up a few years ago.

The old man had seven sons and did not have a daughter. Seeing that she was pitiful, he took her in as his adopted daughter. When the baby girl was picked up, she was bound to have something. Only the long life lock hanging around her neck had the word 'Qinyan' and was named Duanmu Qinyan.

Duanmu Qing Yan was about the same age as Duanmu Kuang. She grew up together with Duanmu Kuang and grew up together. They were childhood sweethearts and did not have any guesses about their relationship. It was not enough for them to spend the rest of their lives with each other.

It was just that good times did not last long. A few months ago, Duanmu Qinyan's family had somehow found this place. It was said that her father was a duke of a dynasty, and that he held the highest position of human rights. He brought her back to the distant north, and from then on, they were separated by the ends of the world.

Before the two of them parted, Duanmu Kuang even made a promise. When he grew up, he would become a peerless hero, and he would step on a rainbow cloud to go to the north and marry her. After Duanmu Qinyan left, Duanmu Kuang went to the back mountain alone because he was in a bad mood. He had brought the mysterious bead back by chance.

When he heard this, another few tens of thousands of grass and mud horses floated in front of the old man. He was shocked and thought it was his aunt after messing around for a long time. After thinking about it, he felt conflicted again. How old was she? Such a melodramatic story happened to two young children. The old man almost opened his mouth and cursed.

"Little guy, according to what you said, when you grow up, you want to be a peerless hero and marry that thing. Little aunt, right? You also said that your grandfather is the most powerful warrior in this town. A Xiantian martial artist, right? Then let me ask you, how old is your grandfather now? How is his relationship with the martial artists outside?"

"My grandfather is now 72 years old. Grandpa's relationship with the powerful martial artists outside should be... I don't think so. "

Duanmu Kuang answered honestly. Although Nanling Town was located in the desolate border of the dynasty, he had heard about the news of the martial artists outside. Duanmu Kuang knew that the powerful martial artists outside could overturn seas and overturn seas. It was indeed not something his grandfather could do.

"Then let me ask you again. Your grandfather is already over 70 years old, and is only a Xiantian realm martial artist. In the continent, he can only be considered the lowest level martial artist.

The head of Xiantian realm martial artists? There is also the Essence Opening Stage, Profound Essence Stage, Earth Origin Stage, and Heavenly Yuan realms. Tell me, learn the heart sutra and martial skills that are passed down in your family. When will you become a peerless hero, and when will you be able to marry your little aunt on a rainbow cloud? "

The old man shouted loudly. Duanmu Kuang was speechless, and his eyes were dull. However, the old man was very tactful. "Let me tell you, it will be impossible for you to see your little aunt for the rest of your life, and you will never see her again."

The old man's words were like a heavy hammer that violently pounded on Duanmu Kuang's weak heart. Two streams of tears involuntarily slid down his face as he muttered to himself with a sobbing tone.

"I don't want to not see my little aunt. I don't want to not see her..."

The old man's tone eased up. "Little fellow, do you want to become a peerless hero? Do you want to see your little aunt again? I have a way... "

"Yes, yes..." Duanmu Kuang was submissive and hurriedly nodded his head. He almost shouted out to ask the Great God to teach him.

"Alright, as long as you take me as your master, I will train you into a peerless expert whose name will shake the entire continent. When that time comes, you will not be able to step on the rainbow cloud to marry your little aunt."

"But father said..." Duanmu Kuang was interrupted by the old man impatiently before he could finish his words. "Don't spend all your time with father. You just have to tell me... Do you want to listen to your father, or do you want to see your little aunt again? You have to know that if you listen to your father... But I'll never see your little aunt again."

"I want to see my aunt again." Duanmu Kuang didn't even want to answer. He blinked his eyes and asked, "But, can I really become a peerless expert by taking you as my master?"

"Why would I lie to a little kid like you? Which one of you who can be my disciple isn't a peerless expert? Back then, cough, let's not talk about it anymore. Quickly kneel down and pay your respects. I guarantee that you will have a bright future!" The old man continued to bluff.

If anyone who knew him saw the old man's appearance, they would definitely be shocked. How could the famous Blood Venerable use such a despicable method to take a child as his disciple?

"Master is here. Disciple Duanmu Kuang greets you!" After saying that, Duanmu Kuang respectfully kowtowed to the old man.

The old man had a cheap smile on his face. He stroked his beard with one hand and accepted it safely. However, when he saw the wretched look in his eyes, his thoughts drifted to an unknown place.

It seemed like the old man's trick had succeeded. Under the guidance of a wretched old man, it was imaginable what the outcome would be.