Bu Yingqing was not from the Yuan Dynasty, but he could not even remember which of the nine countries in the world his mother's hometown was when he was a child.
The only thing that Bu Yingqing could remember clearly was the time in the early years when his mother forced him to practice. She swung the long whip wrapped in cold iron and hit Bu Yingqing's back and shoulders again and again. Even the woman was Forget that my shoulder blades and bones have been shattered countless times, and I can’t stop practicing swordsmanship and cultivation for a moment. When I enter the world, I hear the precedents of those who have gone crazy. No matter how ridiculous it sounds, Bu Yingqing is deeply moved. I take it for granted, and I believe it quite firmly.
If you practice swordplay too much, you will really not be able to tell whether you are a person or a sword. And although his mother was said to be frighteningly strict, whenever a woman didn't like her in the slightest, or if her sword practice or realm was slightly off, she would definitely hit her with that long whip, and her methods were so cruel that she didn't even know what her daughter was like. Whether it is his own child, he is whipped hard and cannot be resisted or blocked. If he does not follow his will at all, he must be beaten hard. Fortunately, in the secluded and hidden cave where mother and son depend on each other, there are many old medicine spirits. The material, and the muscles and bones that had been honed by countless blows, were barely able to survive without suffering too many old injuries.
And every time after Bu Yingqing's mother went crazy and was beaten and punished, she would have a few moments of clarity to hold the bruised and dying Bu Yingqing in her arms, sob and cry, saying that she was sorry for her daughter for causing her to suffer so much. There was never anything big to do, and Bu Yingqing was very talented.
I would definitely not do such a thing. I would rather go to a village and be an ordinary mother and son depending on each other. Even if I could live the rest of my life by working in the fields, I would definitely not do such bad things that would make people angry.
At that time, Bu Yingqing, who had not yet passed the age of Jin Chai, always felt that he had suffered all these pains and could not bear to grudge his mother. In the middle of the night, he could always see his mother crying outside, which was very pitiful, so he always I felt that it was because of my martial arts practice that I really didn't put in the effort, so I often neglected to sleep and practiced swordsmanship diligently at this time.
But every time Yingqing's swordsmanship increased by one point and his realm deepened, Bu Mu never praised him at all. Instead, he raised what he originally wanted a little higher.
He learned sword training at the age of five and continued for ten years. Bu's mother's surprisingly strong cold-coated iron long whip was replaced six times, and the attacks became more and more cruel. Twice, Bu Yingqing was hit in the back until the skin was raw, and then The head of the whip is firmly embedded in the bone, and scars are scattered all over the body. There are two deep whip marks that penetrate into the bone. They are always reflected clearly with every step, and there is no peace of mind for many years.
Bu Yingqing once asked Bu Yingqing if she had ever regarded me as her daughter, but what followed seemed to be a storm of scolding, saying that if Bu Yingqing had reached the realm and had extraordinary swordsmanship, I would probably He has been able to return to his homeland and go to his sect, but the reason why he has been unable to do so is because Bu Yingqing is too incompetent.
It was not until many years later when Bu Yingqing entered the world with a sword that he was discovered by an old man who had a face that was 70% similar to his mother's by chance, and was able to learn what happened back then.
Bu Yingqing's parents both belong to the Xian family sect. However, there was an old hatred between the two families for many years. However, in the end, they left the school and lived the leisurely days of leisurely clouds and wild cranes. However, Bu Ying Qing Qing's father's sect has a rule that anyone who leaves the sect must return all the spiritual practices that are unique to the sect, in order to be able to live in seclusion in peace, and the method of returning does not just involve abolishing the entire body of cultivation.
His mother had been in a state of confusion all year round because of this incident. It was not until Bu Yingqing showed his talent for cultivation when he was young that she realized something was wrong. It is not uncommon for people to do harm to one party in the world, and it is also the case for those who follow such evil paths. Quite a few, it became increasingly difficult to avoid Bu Yingqing's father's sect's pursuit by his own ability. But if he wanted to return to the mountain gate, his mother set her sights on Bu Yingqing.
Therefore, in Bu Yingqing's opinion, his mother's eyes looked at him as if she were crazy or as if she were looking eagerly at the treasures of heaven and earth, but there was no word of love in her eyes.
Two years after Jin Chai was born, he entered the three realms as he wished, and was able to fight against the ordinary four realms, and even touch the threshold of the four realms. However, his mother's madness could no longer be reversed. Even if the heart of a human being is as solid as stone, it is still difficult to reverse. , so Bu Yingqing, who rarely entered the world, entrusted Bu's mother to his original master, and then went down the mountain. He did not find a sect backer as his mother wished, but lived in the world without a fixed place. , drifting with the tide, his temperament also changed a lot, he made sarcastic remarks, but in the end he didn't know how to draw a sword.
Outside the courtyard of the mansion, the mountain boy almost killed Ma Huaijiu, but he still allowed the latter to breathe. The child's blood was splashed everywhere.
Bu Yingqing, who was sitting firmly in the courtyard with a frown on his face, came to his senses, and suddenly realized that his name still seemed to be Fu Guiru, and she was a woman who lived in the pickling business in Waibing City. As for when exactly Bu Yingqing thought about the Fengdu city where he set foot for a long time, and then vaguely remembered that in the early years, he seemed to have bumped into a middle-aged man who had lost his hands and feet. For a long time, he was injured in many places by the sword energy. However, when he came out of Fengdu City, he was tightly trapped here, confused and ignorant.
Today, the doubts were suddenly cleared, and he felt natural again. Bu Yingqing shook his head, stretched his shoulders and waist, and was about to walk out of the hospital.
The old man, who had been sitting quietly in the courtyard, looked at this woman with sleepy eyes, whose expression and aura were different from those in the past. He blinked and asked tentatively, but Han Jiangling came back victoriously, and could not see his steps clearly. I ignored him and fell back to sleep.
The city of Fengdu is upside down. Maybe the younger people have clearer and clearer minds, but the older people may not have much worldly insights.
However, when the person Han Jiangling was mentioned, the woman was in a daze for a while. Then she turned around and went to the mansion. She picked up a sword and held it in her hand. She put two fingers together and gently wiped the sword's edge, which was cold and cold.
There was once a thirty-year-old man in Fengdu City who was so lazy that he wished he could have nothing to do all day long, and was so comfortable that he died at the end of his life. However, he did things for the woman who lived by love in the small building, and he always got into trouble. His injuries were such that he almost died outside several times. His boxing and kicking skills were really good, but according to Bu Yingqing, they were really bad. But for some unknown reason, the woman named Fu Guiru in Fengdu City was... She is attracted by ordinary men like this who have little potential and are not very heroic. Even when the men go out to collect debts, the woman sitting alone in the small building always has to be on tenterhooks, looking at Han Jiangling's return. During the season, the eyes are swaying.
Let me ask you, girl, how old are you? When that lazy boy went upstairs for the first time, he started talking about the jokes that would be picked up by prostitutes on the street.
But now, Fengdu City has lost a woman who is sitting alone in a small building with a very clever mind, and there is a swordsman who can grow lotuses everywhere with a sword.
Everything before seemed like it was a lifetime ago, but there was always a man's figure, which was very fresh. In the heart of the street, sword energy rises up from across the sky. Bu Yingqing's sword energy has never been so powerful. It is more like a trickle, flowing endlessly. Thousands of sword energy are green and blue, overturning the mansion. , the light smoke seemed to chop up the long street, instantly making the middle of the street empty. Countless objects chopped to pieces by the sword energy, the courtyard walls, roofs, tiles, bluestones, grass and trees all surged up, facing the mountain boy standing in the middle of the street.
Ruyan said that the sword energy, which is the best in the world of cultivation, is like a mountain and the sea moving together, and the coming force is like a wild horse running through the mountains. It arrives in a moment, but Bu Yingqing is going in the opposite direction. Although the sword energy is as fast as thunder and fighting, But its momentum is like a clear spring flowing through a stream. It is boundless and cannot be exhausted.
Shantong's realm is also advanced, and he has already noticed that there are more masters around him. What's more, although the red dragon is said to be a dove occupying the magpie's nest, it still has a line of power in Fengdu City left for Shantong. After stopping Bu Yingqing Hengkong's sword energy, he still had enough strength to grab Ma Huaijiu's neck with one hand and squeezed it to pieces.
After all, it is a real four realms, and in terms of the ability to manipulate people's minds, Shantong has almost reached an extremely high level of cultivation, so for a while, even if Bu Yingqing's sword energy keeps spinning, he has no choice but to fight. The mountain boy who sacrificed his life.
However, on the long damaged street, the sword energy came again. And this sword energy almost shattered half of Shantong's body. Yun Zhong's sword with the remaining power of the red dragon easily destroyed half of Shantong's body. The sword energy was so fast that no one could see it.
"The bones of the living and the dead are the path to eternal life. The big thing has been done. It's okay to leave the life behind, but when will it be the outsider's turn to come and get it?" The mountain boy grinned and looked at the child's corpse with great satisfaction. It was already too difficult for the gods to save. , even if the entire Fengdu city collapsed, there would be no room for recovery, so he turned his eyes towards Yun Zhong. Although the latter was still Han Jiangling's face, Han Jiangling probably couldn't use this sword, so Very satisfied, he raised one hand, looked at half of his body, and exploded into pieces.
The entire city of Fengdu trembled and whined, shaking and collapsing, but the scenery where the caravan of hundreds of people originally stood was revealed.
Yun Zhong used his sword energy to stop the mountain boy and blast him to pieces. He suddenly thought of an evil insect recorded in the ancient scrolls. When it was not fully grown, it was a rare treasure in the world. As long as someone took its head, it would be a bad insect. By refining the medicine, the insect body will not die, but can grow to a height of hundreds of feet, and then seek revenge and fight to the death with the person who picked off the head, and then they will all explode and return to dust.
Bu Yingqing's figure slowly became fainter, but he still looked at Yun Zhong who was standing in front of him holding a sword, stretched out his hand and patted Yun Zhong's shoulder.
"My name is Bu Yingqing." Yun Zhong turned around and hesitated for a moment, then grinned.
"Yun Zhong of Nangong Mountain has never made a name for himself in the world." But the cold-hearted woman holding the sword didn't seem to care and just nodded.
"Nangong Mountain Yunzhong, one day I went to worship the mountain. From that day on, you are a member of my Bu family." Then the figure disappeared in an instant without a trace.
Yun Zhong was left blinking on the spot, his words never coming out of his mouth.
