"New here, take this thing to the handyman room tomorrow and pick it up from me!"
The intruder was a burly man with inverted triangular eyes. When he came in, he threw his badge to the ground, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said viciously.
At the same time, a group of registered disciples dressed in gray outside the house gathered around after hearing the movement and looked at the house with gloating.
"Look, Ding Ping is bullying people again!"
"Tsk, let me see which unlucky guy is targeted by Ding Ping this time."
In the thatched house, Cen Yun glanced at the badge on the ground and asked strangely: "Why?"
"Why, being able to help you, Grandpa Ding, is a blessing I have received in eight lifetimes. If you don't want to suffer, just do as I say, otherwise...hehe!"
Ding Ping's eyes were sinister, his two sandbag-sized fists clenched loudly, and he sneered with a threatening tone.
Cen Yun was quite speechless. He originally thought that everyone in Fengqishan was amiable, but he didn't expect that there would be such bullies. His face suddenly turned cold. He stood up, walked to the waistband, and kicked it out of the door, showing provocation. color.
Wow!
This scene fell into the eyes of the registered disciples outside the room, and there was a burst of boos, and they were all dumbfounded.
After all, the size difference between the two was twice that of Cen Yun. Normally speaking, Cen Yun would never be able to defeat Ding Ping, but he still wanted to anger Ding Ping like this. He might suffer a lot tonight.
"You're looking for death!" Ding Ping's face instantly turned black, like a beast with explosive hair, he rushed forward angrily, trying to tear the ignorant kid in front of him into pieces.
Cen Yun's face was full of sarcasm, because in his eyes, Ding Ping's movements were as slow as a tortoise, completely incomparable to the group of poisonous creatures he faced in daily life. He immediately leaned forward, clenched his right fist and moved forward fiercely. Call.
Ding Ping sneered and didn't move his body at all, intending to take Cen Yun's soft punch. However, when his fist touched his abdomen, his expression suddenly changed, and he felt as if his stomach was hit by a bull, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful. Acid water.
Without giving Ding Ping any time to react, Cen Yun's thin figure suddenly jumped up on the spot and kicked Ding Ping hard in the face. His whole body suddenly spun uncontrollably and hit the wall with a plop. He rolled his eyes and slumped to death.
All this happened so fast that no one could react and were stunned.
With a cold face, Cen Yun stepped forward and grabbed Ding Ping by the collar. He dragged Ding Ping, who was unconscious and motionless like a dead dog, out of the thatched hut. He threw him into the open space in front of the door, clapped his hands and waited. all around.
"Anyone else who is not convinced can come forward and challenge. I welcome them at any time." Cen Yun said with a hook.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
How could they know that Cen Yun had already experienced life and death at such a young age, and in harsh environments such as the desperate situation of life, he had developed strength and reflexes that were comparable to those of monsters, so they all avoided him and dispersed like a god of plague.
Seeing everyone disperse, Cen Yun groaned and ignored Ding Ping who passed out in front of the door. He returned to the house, installed firewood, and after a rough cleaning, fell asleep.
The next day, when it was dark and bright, Cen Yun got up early, but Ding Ping was no longer in front of the door. After changing into the clothes Gong Mu gave him, he came to the handyman's house in the West District.
The person in charge of the service room was a short and fat disciple of the outer sect. He lay lazily on a wicker chair made of bamboo and wood. He looked at the registered disciples entering and leaving the service room from time to time, and then read a booklet in his hand. Make a few strokes.
Cen Yun glanced at this person. The biggest difference between immortal cultivators and ordinary people is that they can use spiritual power to perform all kinds of incredible spells. So despite looking at this short, fat disciple, who is white and tender, and cannot lift a cauldron, he actually fights. Get up, you are definitely no match.
After thinking about this, Cen Yun respectfully handed over the waistband Gong Mu gave him yesterday.
The short and fat disciple glanced at Cen Yun and saw an unfamiliar face. He didn't care. He wrote down the number on his belt, gave him a palm-sized piece of naan from a brown cloth bag around his waist, and said, "Come in." Get two buckets, go to Qingshui Stream five miles northwest to get water and bring it back, and fill one jar in the backyard."
After hearing this, Cen Yun looked through the utility room at a vaguely visible water tank in the small courtyard at the back door. The mouth of the tank was four feet wide and half a foot high, and he couldn't help but take a breath.
If you want to rely on the bucket in the utility room to fill it up, it will take at least twenty trips without overflowing. Each round trip is ten miles, which is two hundred miles. It would take a normal person about eight hours without rest, let alone a child like him.
Fortunately, he had been tempered since childhood, and it was not an impossible task for him. He thanked him, walked into the utility room, picked up a pole, picked up two buckets, and walked quickly along a quiet path on the left. Go, in about a cup of tea, you arrived at the Qingshui Stream, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.
I saw that this stream was backed by a cliff, about a hundred feet in diameter, and was three deep at its shallowest point.
At the end of the mountain stream, there is a rapid flow of water rushing down from the top of the cliff, forming a crystal clear water curtain waterfall, washing the cliff as smooth as a mirror, and the overflowing stream water flows to a lush green bamboo forest on the right, forming a The creek is picturesque.
In fact, there are many places like this in Fengqi Mountain, but for Cen Yun, who grew up in a desperate situation, he had never seen it before. He looked at the scenery with satisfaction and walked towards the shore.
There is a registered disciple leaning against the green bamboo on the shore, breathing out his breath. In the bamboo forest behind him, there are four disciples sweating like rain, cutting down the green bamboo. Every time the ax goes down, it will leave a shallow mark on the surface of the green bamboo, making a jingling sound like gold and stone. , but the sound was blocked by the thunderous waterfall at the end of the mountain stream, so Cen Yun didn't notice it just now.
Cen Yun came to the shore, glanced at the registered disciples on the shore, closed his eyes and concentrated. He really felt that the spiritual energy here was much richer than in the handyman area. It was a good place to practice, but he had a handyman at the moment. There was no time to practice, so he immediately threw the two barrels into the water and reached out to pick them up.
"oops!"
Suddenly, Cen Yun cried out in pain and took his hand back, looking at his palm.
A blood line appeared on the palm of his hand, and blood slowly seeped out from the blood line, as if he had been cut by a sharp object.
"This is..." Cen Yun looked at the wound on his palm in surprise, and then cast his gaze into the mountain stream. The water was clear and transparent. Except for a few fallen leaves floating on the water, there were no other sharp weapons. On the contrary, there were more than twenty people underwater. A few feet away, there was a piece of wood stuck upside down in a crack in the ground.
This piece of wood was shaped like a wooden ruler. It had a simple appearance and was three feet long. It looked like a scabbard that had been abandoned for many years. Apart from that, there was nothing eye-catching about it, so it naturally did not attract his attention.
Cen Yun looked at the two buckets that had floated three to four feet away along the current. The only way to get them back was to get into the water, but when he thought of the still painful wound on his palm, he couldn't help but feel lingering fear.
He squatted down, stretched out his hand and carefully dipped his hand into the bottom of the water. However, he felt a cold feeling but nothing strange. He took off his coat and entered the water bit by bit. He stepped on the ground mixed with sand and gravel, and carefully He walked towards the two buckets.
"ah!"
After walking a few steps, Cen Yun suddenly felt a pain in his feet, as if he had stepped on some sharp stone. His whole body fell backwards uncontrollably and plunged into the water. His eyes, nose and mouth were instantly filled with stream water. , a feeling of suffocation came to my forehead.
He waved his hands and kicked his feet desperately in the water, trying to call for help, but found that he could not swim at all and could not make a sound. In just a moment, his vision became blurry, and his mind became increasingly chaotic and desperate. He sank to the bottom of the water and fell into coma.
Vaguely, he seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, he was in a magical space with endless water and sky. No matter how hard he ran, he could not escape. He could only desperately call for help on the spot, until a strange light appeared in front of him. The colorful light enveloped him, and he slowly woke up from his dream.
"you're awake?"
Cen Yun slowly opened his eyes and heard a strange man's voice coming into his ears, and then a strange young face appeared in front of him.
"Who are you?" Cen Yun asked blankly.
"My name is Su Yi, and I am a registered disciple like you." The young man said, "You accidentally drowned just now. I pulled you up out of desperation. Fortunately, your life is not in danger."
"Su Yi..." Cen Yun then recalled that this young man was a registered disciple who had previously practiced beside Qingshui Stream. He couldn't help but sit up suddenly and found that in addition to a fig leaf covering his whole body, he was also holding a strange wooden sword. Sheath, suddenly stunned.
The young man named Su Yi said: "When I rescued you, you were holding this scabbard. This thing must have extraordinary significance to you, but compared to life, I hope you can pay more attention to the future." After all, if a person dies, everything will have no value!"
After saying that, the young man stood up and left with a sad face.
Cen Yung just wanted to say thank you, but found that the other person had disappeared along the forest path, so he had to keep this life-saving grace in his heart and repay him in the future.
Cen Yun got up and put on his clothes, filled the bucket with water and quickly returned, taking the wooden scabbard with him because what happened just now was too bizarre.
It was night, in the thatched house, Cen Yun, who had finished his chores, dragged his tired body on the cold wooden board, staring blankly at the scabbard in his hand, thinking about what happened during the day.
"This object is very strange. It is obviously a piece of wood, but it is as hard as a stone. Also, why did I hold this object tightly when I fell into the water and was rescued by the benefactor without realizing it? Could it be that at that time Did you grab this thing in a hurry?"
Cen Yun was full of doubts and had no memory of what happened at that time. As for this strange wood scabbard, he had been studying it in the house for a long time and had no clue. He only knew that it had nothing but a hard texture, comparable to gold and stone. Features.
"Brother, you must help me take revenge!"
At this moment, a familiar and angry voice came into his ears.
Cen Yun was immediately frightened, sat up suddenly, and looked outside Chai Fei.
But when there was silence outside the door, two footsteps could be heard faintly. At this moment, from far away, I heard Ding Ping, who had been taught a lesson by me yesterday, angrily said: "That boy beat me, and now my little brother... My face still hurts!”
As soon as he finished speaking, another strong and strong voice came over: "Hmph, you dare to attack my brother Ding Hu. I think he is tired of living. When I catch him, I will break that boy's bones!"
Seeing the footsteps carrying strong murderous intent coming a few feet outside the door, Cen Yun stood up and walked away from the window without saying a word.
At the same time, a loud "crash" sound was heard, and Chai Fei instantly fell into pieces, and two burly figures appeared in the room through the moonlight.
One of them was Ding Ping, half of his cheeks were swollen and purple, while the other was wearing green clothes, with a fleshy face, two bell-sized eyeballs flashing fiercely, looking at the room fiercely, searching around, and Cen Yun couldn't help but feel cruel He swallowed hard, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Unexpectedly, after being taught a lesson by him, Ding Ping actually found a helper, and this helper was actually a disciple of his outer sect. If he hadn't been alert and ran fast enough, he would have been caught by the other party, and you can imagine his end!
"You damn boy, you can't run away!" As he spoke, the disciple of the outer sect named Ding Hu seemed to have noticed Cen Yun hiding outside the window, and walked over quickly with a sinister smile on his face.
Seeing this, Cen Yun turned around and ran away, but the moment he turned around, he found a crack behind him.
The crack was pitch black and bottomless, like a devil grinning, blocking his way.
Cen Yun was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Seeing that Ding Hu was almost at the window, he had no extra time to think. He gritted his teeth and rushed into the crack.
At the same time, Ding Hu, who was inside the house, came to the window with a grin and looked out, but saw that the window was completely dark. Under the moonlight, except for the shadows of trees twisting with the sound of wind, there was no trace of anyone.
"Hey, could it be that I felt wrong about that aura just now, and that damn boy is not in the house?" Ding Hu looked confused.
Behind him, Ding Ping touched his swollen cheeks and said aggrievedly: "Brother, you must help this little brother get justice. Don't let that kid run away like this!"
Ding Hu sneered and said: "Don't worry, a mere registered disciple without any cultivation will never be able to escape from my grasp. Once he is caught, he will pay a hundred times the price!"
