Yang Na grabbed Wen Wan's hair and dragged her to the ground.
While kicking Wen Wan's body, he cursed angrily: "You are really a docile little sheep. Every time I see your face pretending to be pitiful and pretending to be innocent, it makes me guilty. nausea!"
"What's so pitiful about you? What's so innocent about you?"
"Why do you still want to gain my mercy?"
"Bitch, slutty hooves, dead sow!"
Yang Na kicked people harder and harder, and the curse words she uttered became more and more unpleasant.
While Wen Wan was protecting her head, she also picked up the buns that fell on the ground and held them in her arms to prevent the precious food from being wasted.
She closed her eyes and suffered in silence.
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
She had long been accustomed to all this, because her frail and petite body had already been bruised and bruised, and these injuries had accumulated over the years.
Bullying and humiliation are a tacitly tolerated phenomenon among the handyman disciples.
If you don't have the strength, you can only kneel down and be a grandson, and be stepped on by others.
This is true for female handyman disciples, but the survival pressure for male handyman disciples is even more severe.
If you don't stick together, you will have no choice but to be suppressed by others, and your two fists will always be unable to defeat the four.
Therefore, people like Wen Wan who walk alone without partners are the most vulnerable to being bullied.
Yang Na was tired from beating, so she took half a step back to catch her breath. Looking at Wen Wan who was curled up like a kitten on the ground, she scolded: "Get out! Get out of here and sleep! I don't want to see you tonight! Remember to put the My clothes have been washed!"
"get out!"
Wen Wan stood up silently, holding the dusty bun in her arms, and limped toward the door.
Without purpose or direction, she kept walking forward with her head lowered.
She didn't wash Yang Na's dirty clothes.
Instead, he walked towards an uninhabited forest.
The pace became faster and faster, and finally turned into running.
Tears flowed silently from her dull eyes.
She was running, running non-stop, as if she wanted to escape from this place that chilled her and run to a place that made her feel warm.
The shadows of the surrounding trees seemed to silently mock her cowardice.
Past experiences flash in my mind like a slideshow.
Suddenly her foot missed the point and Wen Wan fell to the ground.
This time she couldn't get up.
On the ground, the cold night wind penetrated into her clothes. She curled up and endured the torture that ordinary people could not bear.
The thin shoulders were shaking slightly.
There is no one here, only the sound of the wind.
She couldn't help but feel aggrieved and began to cry loudly.
Small sobs turned into howls.
"why why why?"
She cried and told the wind her helplessness.
"Mother! I miss you so much! Mother! Mother! I miss you!"
As a child, she kept calling for her mother.
The only thing that responded to him was the night breeze and the whirling leaves.
Unfortunately, her mother had already died in the fire two years ago.
"Why am I still alive! Why! Why are you leaving me in this world!"
"I really... really... can't stand it anymore..."
The moonlight shone down and fell on her weak and trembling body.
Wen Wan was originally the eldest daughter of a businessman's family. When she was young, she lived a very privileged life, living a life of fine clothing and fine food. Her father was a high-ranking military officer. He died in a war and became a national hero. Wen Wan Wan Wan's mother is the owner of a commercial firm, and she can satisfy whatever Wen Wan wants.
But a long-planned conspiracy destroyed everything about Wenwan.
Her life, her mother, everything about her.
Just like in a dream, the grass grows and the orioles fly, all disappearing.
Later, when the people from Shangyang Xuanming Sect came over, they found Wen Wan still alive in a dry well. Seeing that she had good qualifications, they took her back to the sect.
She has never seen the harsh world and the evil people since she was a child. She thinks that everyone is as gentle as her mother.
But reality is often very different from imagination.
Her gentle personality and beautiful face made her the object of jealousy and bullying by many female handyman disciples.
I want to die... I really want to die...
Wen Wan's crying gradually became quieter, and in the end there was only silent sobbing. She was tired of crying, so she slowly got up from the ground and took out the black-faced steamed buns in her arms. The steamed buns were not filled with delicious meat. The dishes were made of dirty grit.
She stuffed it hard into her mouth.
Tears flowed into the corners of my mouth, very salty.
It adds a little seasoning to the dry and unpalatable steamed buns.
She looked at the ground with empty eyes. She really wanted to die now, leave this temperatureless world, and go to the sky to find her gentle mother.
But only she, only she, remembered the face of her enemy. Only she saw her mother stabbed to death by that man's sword.
The reason why she can hold on until now is because of the scenes engraved in her bones and the unspeakable hatred that supports her.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Wen Wan patted her chest hard and swallowed the dough stuck in her throat.
Why am I still alive?
Why should I live?
It's him! right! It's that person! It was he who killed his mother!
No! I can't die!
Before he dies! I absolutely cannot die!
I want him dead!
I will pierce his heart with my own sword!
No matter what, no matter how much grievance I suffer and how much suffering I suffer, I will never die before he dies!
Before avenging my mother, absolutely! cannot! die!
Even if I give everything I have...
If there really is an immortal in the world, I would give everything I have, even my life, just to gain the power to kill that person!
Wen Wan's empty eyes were suddenly filled with hatred, and tears fell on the back of her hands. Her hands were tightly clenched together, and her nails even dug into the palms of her hands.
She lives on this hatred.
Become stronger...
I want to be stronger...
Only by becoming stronger can you kill him! Only then can I avenge my mother!
It is absolutely impossible for that person to kill my mother and still live so easily!
right! I can't fall down here yet!
You must eat to practice, you must practice hard, and you must become stronger!
Thinking of practicing, Wen Wan suddenly remembered the jade plaque Wei Ran gave her this afternoon.
I saw a similar jade tablet like this when I was a child. It seemed to be a thing that stored the secrets of martial arts.
But how to open this?
She has only seen it, but has never touched or used it with her own hands.
Wen Wan knelt down on the ground, holding the jade plaque in her hands, turning it over and over to study it.
At this moment, the blood from the nails piercing the palm of his hand stained the jade plaque.
Suddenly the jade plaque emitted a strange blue light.
Wen Wan was startled and quickly threw the jade pendant in her hand away.
But the jade pendant was strangely suspended in the air, and circles of blue light began to appear in the center of the jade plate.
When Wen Wan is at a loss.
A flash of white light shot out from the center of the jade medal, and instantly disappeared into Wen Wan's eyebrows.
In an instant, words appeared one after another from the jade tablets.
These words are arranged and combined in the air to form either obscure or simple sentences.
Wen Wan stared at the blue text floating in front of her with wide eyes.
She attended a private school when she was a child. Because she was eager to learn when she was a child, she easily mastered reading and writing. Unlike some handyman disciples who were not literate at all and had to spend money to go to the town at the foot of the mountain to hire a teacher to teach them.
Following the order of the words, she read silently in her heart.
"The true secret of wielding a sword and knowing one's heart..."
The words in front of her were only visible to her and completely invisible to others.
She quickly read through this sword manual and felt extremely shocked.
This is completely different from the "Basic Qi Cultivation Technique" she received when she first started.
Although she knew all these words, the context and meaning of reading them together were very obscure and difficult for a little girl of her age.
But she can still completely tell that the "True Art of Sword Controlling the Mind" is many, many times more powerful than "Basic Qi Cultivation Art".
After she read through it, all the words fell apart.
The horizontal, vertical, vertical and horizontal characters were recombined with each other and turned into little people. All of these little people held long swords and demonstrated a unique set of sword moves in front of Wen Wan's eyes.
The more Wen Wan watched, the more shocked she became, and the more she watched, the more obsessed she became.
The body couldn't help but stood up, and followed these villains and began to learn these sword moves one by one on the spot.
Wen Wan's father is a soldier. She learned some basic sword moves from her mother when she was a child, so she is no longer a complete novice in sword training.
Just when Wen Wan was indulging in it, the spiritual energy around her began to converge towards her body.
The spiritual energy penetrated into the meridians, and with the gentle movements, the spiritual energy began to wash her meridians over and over again as if in rhythm, and tempered her muscles over and over again.
Just when Wen Wan was feeling the beauty of the sword technique.
Wei Ran looked at the girl practicing swordsmanship under the tree with a smile.
No one knows when Wei Ran came here, and no one knows how long he has been here.
At this moment, he was lying comfortably on the trunk of a huge tree, opened the wine gourd, raised his head and took a big sip, his eyes moved from Wen Wan's body to the bright moon in the sky.
This bright moon is bigger, rounder and more beautiful than usual.
It's poignant and heartbreaking.
Wei Ran sighed: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
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