Without seeing any movement from the man, the sky suddenly looked like it was stained with ink, dark clouds surged and piled up like mountains, and several bright lightnings pierced the sky. The villages in the distance seemed to be crushed by dark clouds. The light was dim and people ran away in fear.
"Remember, these married women are separated and homeless because of you!"
Before he finished speaking, bolts of lightning fell from the sky, and the village burst into flames, lighting up half of the sky. Xiao'an turned from dull to frightened, and finally became furious and pointed with his finger, "You are a god with powerful magic, how can you kill innocent people?"
The man rolled his sleeves and smiled contemptuously: "I am a strong man, I can do whatever I want, and I am not afraid of heaven and earth. What can you do to me?"
"Whether you are a fairy or a demon, I will definitely kill you!" Xiao'an howled heartbreakingly.
"Very good, you still have blood, remember, my name is 'Bu Huang', you are welcome to kill me at any time!"
He laughed and walked calmly into the thunderbolt...
The dark clouds dispersed, the thunder stopped, but the smoke from the village in the distance still lingered. The sheep on the hillside were struck by lightning and either died or fled, leaving no one alive. The family was destroyed, and the sheep that he relied on for survival were gone. The man really took away the only things he had, leaving only despair.
With sores all over his eyes and no tears left, Xiao'an felt that his body had become an empty shell, and his soul was floating to nowhere...
At this time, a sigh came from his ears, bringing his thoughts back to reality.
"I was abandoned like garbage since I was a child, and now I don't even have a place to stand. What a poor child!"
He hurriedly turned around and saw an old man in civilian clothes, with gray beard and hair, and a fairly strong body. Xiao'an had no intention of being comforted, because it was far from being able to heal his pain.
"Since you are the one who is favored by the 'Buhuang', he must be outstanding. Why are you so decadent and giving up on yourself?"
"But what can I do? Everything is gone, I can only starve to death and freeze to death!"
"Young man, life is long. You have to think on the bright side, look forward, and look around. This road is blocked. Maybe there is another way out."
Obviously Xiao'an didn't understand what he meant, so the old man continued: "The Murong family won't take you in, and 'Buhuang' also abandoned you, but I am willing to take you in as a disciple, keep you well fed, and teach you your skills... …”
"Are you really willing to accept me as your disciple?" Xiao'an was extremely surprised, but seeing that the old man was old and mediocre, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.
The old man laughed loudly and said with great pride, "Did you know that there is a saying that 'a person should not be judged by his appearance'? Since I promised to accept you as my disciple, I will definitely teach you carefully. You will definitely surpass Murong Nangong and be proud of the world!"
Xiao'an bowed his head and bowed to the ground.
The old man helped him up and said seriously: "There is one thing that 'Buhuang' didn't lie to you. You really can't stand in the Murong family with your face. You need to take the 'Transformation Pill', but when you change your face, it will be extremely painful." , can you possibly endure it?”
Xiao'an did not hesitate and threw the "Yirong Dan" into his mouth. For a moment, his face was distorted, as if a thousand knives were stirring, and he was heartbroken. He gritted his teeth and remained silent.
The old man nodded repeatedly, "You have been reborn and become a different person. But the journey of cultivation has just begun. The sufferings that follow may be beyond imagination. You must be mentally prepared. Your name also needs to be changed. Just take my surname. Que Xiu..."
From that day on, two figures followed each other along the narrow path in the backyard of Murong Villa. The young man was sweating profusely as he pulled the cart, which was loaded with a load of charcoal ash. The old man was sitting sideways in the car, smoking his pipe comfortably.
When I turned the corner, I happened to meet two servants. They looked like kitchen boys. They wore green clothes and small hats. The cart was piled with various vegetables.
As the two cars passed each other, a servant joked: "Old Que, I have hired another little follower, so you can enjoy the blessing!"
Another person also chimed in: "The last follower ran away within two months, so be careful!"
The old man replied calmly: "This child is lonely. I will accept him as my apprentice so that he can have someone to rely on."
"You don't know magic, so why would you accept an apprentice? It's really laughable!"
The two people laughed and walked away. Que Xiu couldn't help but stop and look. Lao Que's face sank, "What are you looking at? Why don't you pull the cart properly?"
For three months in a row, the weather has become colder and autumn has arrived. Que Xiu still pulls charcoal ash every day, and the wind and rain continue. But Lao Que spent the day chatting and playing with people, never leaving his big tobacco bag, and at night he mended with some rags. He had no intention of teaching him martial arts.
Que Xiu also tried to talk to him, "Master, what kind of ash are we pulling? Why won't I be allowed in that yard?"
"That is the forbidden area of Murong Villa. You, a new kid, are not qualified to go there."
"Master, you once said that I was thrown away like garbage since I was a child. What is the connection between me and the Murong family?"
Lao Que smoked his pipe and began to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
"Master, when will you teach me martial arts?"
Lao Que was rushed, his face changed and he yelled: "Why are you so anxious? It's not time yet!"
They start again and again every day, two o'clock and one line, and their life is extremely boring. However, someone noticed Que Xiu's existence.
On the high pavilion in the main hall of the villa, two people stood, looking at the carts that were driving hard on the mountain road from a distance.
"Why is the head of the family so interested in Lao Que? He talks big words, boasts, and can deceive others. What else do you have to worry about?"
Murong Yue pointed with his finger, "What is the origin of the little disciple he accepted?"
"He's just a nameless street boy, registered as a low-class servant. The master is worried about him, so I'll drive him away."
Murong Yue shook his head repeatedly, "Father once told me that although Lao Que has lost all his magic power, he still worked hard for the Murong family. Father asked me to be kind to him. Let him do as he wishes with this little thing!"
Yunyin bowed his head and said yes. Murong Yue frowned and said to himself, "I don't know why? These two people always make me feel uneasy when they get together. You should pay attention to them and report to me immediately if there is any abnormality."
"Then let me set up a test first?"
The weather is fine today and the autumn air is crisp. Que Xiu pulled the cart, his face covered with sweat, while Lao Que sat in the cart and fell asleep. Suddenly, there was a scream from the woods nearby, and a giant sword flew out across the air, slashing towards the cart. Que Xiu screamed in fright.
The giant sword stopped suddenly, turned around and stuck on the ground, turning into an ordinary size. Even so, the strong wind it carried overturned the cart to the ground. The master and the apprentice fell to the ground in disgrace.
A loud laugh came from the woods, "Who did I think blocked my flying sword? It turned out to be Senior Que Tou!" Following the laughter, several people appeared, all dressed in green and black brocade clothes.
"Elder brother, let me help you pick up the sword." One person said flatteringly, and then he ran over. When he passed the old man, he kicked him in the face with his heel, and the remaining front teeth turned into an arc. The thread falls to dust...
