Linyou County is located in the southernmost part of Fengwu County, Yingzhou. It is named after its proximity to Youzhou. Starting from Linyou County, you pass through a chaotic area of no care and you will reach the canyon leading to Youzhou. Going further south is Youzhou. Youguan City, the gateway to the state.
There is a forest to the north of Xiaoye City in Linyou County. There is a small river in the forest. A road is built along the river. This is the only way for nearby villages to go to Xiaoye City.
It's summer now, frogs are chirping and insects are chirping in the woods, and it's a prosperous scene.
From time to time, passers-by or cars and horses pass by on the road in the forest. At this time, an inconspicuous stone will float slowly by the river, silently paying attention to passers-by. As long as someone notices it, the stone will immediately fall down. No more movement on the ground.
A piece of stone actually showed a very vulgar temperament...
After an old woman walked by, the stone fell to the ground again. It was no different from other stones by the river, but there was actually someone talking among these seemingly ordinary stones.
"It's been more than two months, and you still haven't found a suitable candidate? Just stay on this road, when will you be the leader!" an old voice said angrily.
"Why are you so anxious! Do you think I like to stay in this quiet place? How many pedestrians are there on this road, so how many opportunities are there?"
"These passers-by are either old, weak, sick or disabled, or are either too ruthless or too cowardly. None of them are suitable. This candidate must be chosen carefully. If there is a slight accident, it will be doomed. When you selected Taishi's uncle, did you choose it casually? of?"
Another voice sounded from the stone. It was the voice of a middle-aged man who sounded very ordinary.
The old man said with a majestic voice: "How many times have I told you to be polite when talking to me? Even your supreme master calls me senior. Don't you, a little kid, know how to respect your teacher? Besides, I am still Your savior!"
The middle-aged man said in a very disdainful tone: "No matter what you say, I don't believe it was you who saved me. Now you and I only have our souls left. This piece of Immortal Luck Jade has become our last shelter, you old guy." How could you be so kind as to share it with me? Not to mention that after I entered the Immortal Luck Jade, I was the one in charge, not you, how could you be so generous!"
Such sarcastic words seemed to anger the old man, and he said angrily: "Boy, believe it or not, I will drive you out of the Immortal Luck Jade right now, and your soul will be driven away immediately! You must know that I am the real owner of this Immortal Luck Jade!"
"Master? It may have been in the past, but it is no longer the case. I can feel that your control over the Immortal Luck Jade is not as good as mine!" the middle-aged man said coldly.
"Xian Luck Jade, you traitor! I should have thrown you into the manure pit after I sacrificed you back then!" The old man roared, but the target of his venting was not the middle-aged man, but Xian Luck Jade.
Xian Yunyu did not respond and allowed the old man to shout.
"It's really boring to argue with you, an old guy, all day long. If I have a question, I won't help you. What's the use of you?" the middle-aged man said.
"You are such a disgusting junior, why should I answer your questions? I won't say that I will piss you off to death!" the old man said excitedly.
"Shut up! Someone is coming!" the middle-aged man said viciously.
Although the old man still wanted to talk back, when he saw that someone was indeed coming, he could only shut his mouth wisely.
Walking on the road was a boy of eleven or twelve years old. The boy was carrying a rough long sword made of wood. He was whistling and looked carefree.
"Hey, he's of the right age. Let me see what this guy's temperament is like." A middle-aged man's voice came from the stone!
The stone slowly floated in the air, and as the boy walked by, the stone also changed direction.
The strange thing is that even if the young man glanced at the stones in the air, he didn't find any clues.
"Give me all your strength, my secret method of concealment won't last long!" the middle-aged man shouted anxiously.
The old man said disdainfully: "Boy, if you don't trust me, I naturally don't trust you either. If you want to get power from me, there is no way."
"This guy is good, I decided he is the one!" the middle-aged man said happily, but he didn't pay attention to what the old man just said.
The boy's name is Feng Xiao, and his nickname is Agua. He lives in a village not far from the woods. Almost every household in that village grows watermelons, and his mother also likes to eat watermelons. When Feng Xiao was born, the nickname Agua Naturally it fell on his head.
According to Feng Xiao's father, it would be good for the child to be called Feng Xigua. However, after being scolded by his grandfather, Feng Xiao's father could not defeat the old man, and Feng Xiao escaped. However, his father did not give up completely and put the idea aside. Hit the nickname.
Feng Xiao has been very naughty since he was a child. When he grew up, he even called himself a knight. This child was famous as a good fighter in Shiliba Village. A homemade long wooden sword became a magic sword among the children.
Feng Xiao is also a big "celebrity" in the neighborhood, but he has been used to being called Agua since he was a child. Even his grandfather who objected to calling him Feng Xigua still called him Agua. The name Feng Xiao has almost become popular. I have forgotten that the legend of the sword god Feng Agua is circulating in the "jiangs and lakes" from all over the country.
This young "chivalrous man" rarely comes to Xiaoye City. In the final analysis, he is just a child from a poor family. Even if he makes troubles in several villages, he will never be on the stage. In the real world, he has never been on the stage. The so-called "swordsman" who has not practiced martial arts is at best a joke.
Feng Xiao went to Xiaoye City today not to fight, but to truly step into the world. He had long thought of finding a master in Xiaoye City to become his master, and from then on he would truly become a hero who could defeat the strong and help the weak.
But he ran away from home...
Feng Xiao is twelve years old. He has never read a book or practiced martial arts since he was a child. He can be said to be useless in both civil and military arts. Now his parents force him to work in the melon field all day long, and he has no time to practice "swordsmanship". There is no way to go to the next village to teach those "village bullies" who don't know the heights of the world.
After thinking about it for a night, Feng Xiao finally decided to run away from home and travel around the world with only a wooden sword.
Just when Feng Xiaochang was thinking about becoming a great hero, a stone rolled to his feet.
Feng Xiao looked down and saw that the seemingly ordinary stone shone with light.
"Is this some kind of treasure? Put it away first! I didn't expect that I, Feng Xiao, would have such an adventure just after I stepped into the world. It seems that I will have great achievements in the future, hahaha..." Feng Xiao picked up the stone and stuffed it into his arms. He said with a proud smile.
Feng Xiao didn't think much, he carried the wooden sword and continued towards Xiaoye City.
In his arms, the sound came again from the stone, but Feng Xiao couldn't hear it at all.
"Is this your choice? He is just a twelve-year-old boy. This kid has not even reached your so-called initial state. Can he really believe it?" the old man said worriedly.
The middle-aged man was a little tired and said: "Knowing people is a basic skill. I won't be wrong. This guy has a good temperament and aptitude, but he hasn't met a good teacher to guide him. Otherwise, he would be at the minimum level of Jinjin. But it's not too late now." "
"Who asked you about this kid's cultivation? He doesn't even have the means to protect himself now, so you gave him the Immortal Luck Jade. Aren't you afraid of being robbed by others?" The old man said angrily again. He found this The guy who takes the position of his Immortal Luck Jade succeeds in irritating him every time.
"Don't worry, no one will snatch the stone from a teenager's arms. What's more, even in the Immortal Luck Stone, I can use some means to protect myself. At night, I will pull him in and fight with this person. Let’s talk, kid.” The middle-aged man said seriously.
"Do you really believe that this kid will take away a luminous stone? Why not show your cards to this kid now? If you don't succeed, you can kill him immediately." The old man still said reluctantly.
"I have no strength! If I ask you to lend me some strength, you won't give it to me! Now that I'm so tired, I may not be able to recover at night! How about you give me your strength now, and I'll contact this kid."
"There's no door, let's talk at night!" The old man rejected him cleanly again.
Feng Xiao entered Xiaoye City. Based on the information he had learned, he searched for masters in the martial arts and wanted to learn from them. However, he had already walked around most of Xiaoye City in half a day, and no one was willing to accept him as a disciple.
In fact, it is normal. You must know that the age of seven is the best time to initiate martial arts. Feng Xiao has been delayed for five years. Few ordinary masters in the world are willing to accept such a disciple.
Feng Xiao was extremely disappointed. He escaped from home without any money. He even only took one day's worth of dry food. After all, he didn't have much food left at home.
In an abandoned ruined temple in Xiaoye City, Feng Xiao was warming himself by the fire with a few beggars. He had a cheerful personality and liked to make friends. Even beggars could get along quickly.
Feng Xiao was thinking about something while nibbling the dry food he brought.
"Brothers and younger brothers are new here and want to learn martial arts from a master. I wonder if any of you are masters of the Beggar Clan?" Feng Xiao asked politely.
It didn't matter that he didn't ask, everyone burst into laughter when they heard his words. The oldest beggar among them patted Feng Xiao on the shoulder and said: "Little guy, think about it, how can we be in the mood to practice martial arts if we can't even afford food?" Who can become a master of martial arts and be willing to beg for a living? Beggars, those are all bluffs, just bragging by a group of beggars."
The elderly beggar looked a little pale and seemed to be in poor health.
Feng Xiao's face became very ugly when he heard this. He had encountered obstacles everywhere today. Now the Beggar Clan, which he thought was a very likely way to become a disciple, was no longer available, which made him very depressed.
"It can't be said that there are no beggar gangs. It's just that we really don't know how to work hard. But if any of us are bullied, I will never stand idly by and rely on numbers to win. This is the real beggar gang!"
"Boy, I like you very much. If you are desperate, come with us. If you have a mouthful of meat from me, you will have a mouthful of soup. You will never be hungry. How about you go begging with your uncle tomorrow!"
The elderly beggar said very seriously, but Feng Xiao's heart was full of bitterness.
