Just after Yinshi, the sky was still dark, Aunt Feng knocked on the door of the small courtyard. Han Ling had already washed up and changed his clothes. He opened the door of the small courtyard, and a group of maids in front of the door followed Aunt Feng to bless him.
"Welcome Mr. Han."
Han Ling looked at the team. Aunt Feng's two apprentices, Shuangyun and Jiyue, were standing beside her. They lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, breathing calmly. At first glance, they were the Lianjiazi with strong internal strength; the new little girl Qing Ni and Yufei stood at the end of the team. Their breaths were not well organized, and they had no martial arts skills at all.
At that moment, Qingni lowered her head in fear, but Yufei secretly raised her head and looked at everything in the courtyard.
A group of maids lined up in two rows, a total of twelve people, more than half of whom had good martial arts skills. Han Ling thought for a moment, then walked up to Aunt Feng and bowed to her.
"Aunt Feng, please."
A group of people stood respectfully behind Han Ling and Aunt Feng, and followed Aunt Feng through the corridor and around the other courtyard. At the end of the team, Yu Fei quietly leaned into Qingni's ear and asked, "Qingni, why does that Mr. Han look a bit like Brother Han Ling who chops firewood in the backyard?"
Qingni's face turned pale, she hurriedly turned her head to the side, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't talk nonsense. Aunt Feng said that Han Langjun is the master's beloved disciple, and you and I are not allowed to talk about it!"
Yufei had never been robbed by her like this on weekdays. She pouted dissatisfiedly and whispered: "No, no, why are you so mean! I saw that you usually like to run to the backyard, and I thought about how many people you might have. Qing Ni, On weekdays, you always sneak out to hide, why are you so behaved today? Is it because aunt didn't give you dinner? "
Qingni ignored her and walked forward faster. Yu Fei asked for trouble and stopped talking, following Qing Ni closely.
After passing through the back garden, Aunt Feng led Han Ling to a small courtyard, then bowed and left. Qing Ni walked at the end of the team and couldn't help but look back at Han Ling, only to see Han Ling dressed in rich clothes, tall and tall, with long hair tied high, his body covered with expensive embroidery, and he was wearing a A small sword inlaid with gold and carved dragon patterns. There was nothing about him that was familiar to her.
Qing Ni couldn't help but feel flustered, remembering what she had seen and heard last night, and left in a hurry after Yu Fei.
Han Ling raised his head and glanced at the glazed tiles on the top floor of the main house, as if he had returned to many years ago. He had grown up under such a roof for many years. Unexpectedly, when he saw this courtyard now, the first thing that came to his mind was the order of cleaning.
Han Ling laughed to himself and pushed open the door.
Passing around the stone screen in the middle, walking through the back door and the adjacent landscape, you will see a clean and tidy practice room in front of you. Han Ling pushed the door open and entered the house, only to find that the house was empty. There were carved windows with simple patterns on the four walls. The floor was made of solid mahogany and covered with soft straw mats. The wooden pillars in the corners are tall and the bottoms are covered with painted tiles.
There were a dozen young men and women about his age in the room, all wearing uniform moon-white robes, their expressions were respectful and silent. Han Ling glanced at it and found that although the clothes he wore were the same style and color as others, the materials were obviously more gorgeous and expensive, and the embroidery thread was also mixed with silver thread, which shone in the light. Several people saw him coming in and quietly stepped aside to make way for him. There were also a few people who walked straight up to Han Ling without any awe.
"Senior Brother Han?" The leading man crossed his arms with a worried look on his face, "The last time we met was in the woodshed, right? I wonder how much Senior Brother Han's martial arts has improved in the past six years?"
As soon as he finished speaking, one hand turned into a knife and slashed at Han Ling. Han Ling took a few steps back to avoid his uninterrupted attack. When he saw the man punching him again, Han Ling followed the wind of his punch and moved sideways to avoid it. He quickly took off the sword from his waist and used the scabbard to touch its edge. After this back and forth, Han Ling suffered the loss of having no internal strength and was already sweating profusely. Unexpectedly, someone behind the man suddenly hit his lower back with a palm. Han Ling was unable to dodge and was knocked to the ground.
Seeing the wind from the man in front of him coming again, Han Ling couldn't avoid it. There was a burst of blood in his throat, and he raised the sword in his hand to prepare for the attack.
Suddenly I heard a female voice from behind: "That's enough."
The palm wind came as expected, and there was a clanging sound in the house. A sword with a cold light was stretched out in front of Han Ling and resisted the man's palm. The hilt of the sword turned and hit the man's side, knocking him back a few steps. Han Ling was still panting on the ground, and everyone else in the room had half-knelt behind him and shouted, "I've seen the Second Senior Sister."
Han Ling was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up from the ground and turned around to look.
The woman in front of him was also wearing a moon-white robe, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and her long hair was tied up high, making her even more heroic. And the sword she held in her hand seemed to be made of black iron from the sky. It was made of cold light and quenched stars. It was completely incomparable with the flashy sword in his hand. The woman's cuffs were scraped by the man's palm, and there were several damages, but she looked cheerful and didn't care.
The woman bowed her hand to him and said, "I have met Senior Brother Han."
Han Ling didn't know who this woman was, so he had to return the favor quickly. But the woman laughed out loud and said: "Senior Brother Han, my name is Hou Ling. I only became a disciple of Master after you. How can I receive this great gift?"
As Hou Ling spoke, he walked behind him and motioned for everyone to stand up.
"Junior brothers and sisters, Master has arranged for everyone to have different training methods. Senior Brother Han has a special physique and his training method is different from ordinary people. What's so funny about it?" Hou Ling glanced at everyone and continued, "Instead of satisfying yourself by belittling others. To improve your self-esteem, it is better to improve yourself and compete with the strong one day. All of you here are disciples of the martial arts leader, do you still need me to explain this truth? "
There were whispers in the crowd, and most of the people who had just caused trouble for Han Ling looked ashamed.
The man who was sent flying by Hou Ling frowned, his face full of disapproval.
"What Senior Sister Hou said is reasonable," he said, "But I'm afraid Senior Sister doesn't know the situation of Senior Brother Han, right?"
He turned to look at the people around him and continued: "I don't want to bully others for self-satisfaction, but Senior Brother Han has blocked meridians and no internal strength. With such a physique, not to mention being under the leadership of the Wulin Alliance, even if he is Ordinary martial arts practitioners should know that this road is unreachable and retreat when faced with difficulties! Why continue to waste your time and fail in your studies? I know that my senior sister is noble, and I really think that senior brother Han will be able to make a big splash one day, but he is not a human being Everyone has senior sister's qualifications and fortune! Senior sister, do you know how other sects in the world make fun of us!"
Hou Ling was stunned. She did not know that Han Ling had such a physique before, and she thought that the master wanted him to be patient first. She sheathed her sword and was about to say something when Han Ling walked up to her and interrupted her.
"I understand that all junior brothers have no ill intentions towards me." Han Ling swallowed the smell of blood in his mouth and forced a smile, "Thanks to Junior Sister Hou for her approval. I will prove myself."
The man was about to say something, but when he heard a cough outside the door, his expression suddenly became serious and his body stood upright instantly.
There were steady and gentle footsteps, and a man in black robe walked slowly from behind the door. His footwork was obviously so light that it didn't even disturb the dust on the ground, but the sound of his footsteps was very loud, clearly intimidating everyone in the room. When he came closer, no one dared to look directly at him. His angular face was expressionless, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his dark eyes looked into the room, as if he was not looking at anyone.
This is the current leader of the martial arts alliance, Mu Yuntong, who is still in his early thirties.
All the disciples in the room bowed down and saluted, but Han Ling stood at the end, motionless, looking even more outstanding among the crowd.
He stared at Mu Yuntong from a distance and walked towards him without saying a word.
The closer he got, the more scenes from the past appeared before his eyes.
"Is this the eldest son of Alliance Leader Han, the young genius from Meichuan?" A man in black grabbed Han Ling's neck and pulled him up from the ground, saying loudly, "Why do I look like a weak chicken with its feathers plucked? ah?"
Another man in black came forward and said, "Anyway, his whole family is dead. You could do a good job and send him to meet his family."
Han Ling's eyes became blurred. He looked at the people in front of him. Their images were all blurred into a ball, leaving only sharp sneers that echoed in his ears for a long time.
"How dare you call him a young genius with this skill?" "After all, his father is just a martial arts leader in name only, hahahaha." "Do you remember, when I slashed him with a knife just now, he screamed like a A pig just waiting to be slaughtered." "Well, don't say this in front of the child. If it hurts his weak heart, wouldn't he be a ghost and come to retaliate against us hahahahahaha..."
Why am I not dead yet? Han Ling felt that his mouth and nose were bleeding. He could no longer taste the fishy smell of blood, and could only feel a thin warm stream flowing out of his mouth and nose.
Why am I not dead yet? If I die, I can become a ghost to take revenge on them. If I die, I can reunite with my family...
... Let me die. It's too painful. The feeling of losing my family, the feeling of being unable to resist, the feeling of suffocation, and the feeling of blood loss are all too painful.
The man in black tightened his grip on his hand, and Han Ling felt his consciousness drifting vaguely into the distance. He was just about to feel lucky that he could die when he heard a familiar voice.
"My lords," Mu Yuntong said, "Why don't you keep him here as a sign of kindness from our 'New Wulin'?"
Han Ling couldn't see him, but there was a warmth in his heart. After all, Mu Yuntong was his father's eldest disciple and wanted to protect him no matter what. He even felt very ashamed that he had just blamed Mu Yuntong.
A man in black sneered: "Mu, don't think that we are fools. We have to root out the weeds. Are we going to leave him here and raise a tiger to make trouble and wait for him to bite us back?"
Mu Yuntong smiled and said: "If this is what you are worried about, I will help you eliminate the hidden danger."
He walked up to Han Ling, signaled the man in black to let go, pulled out his saber from his waist, and cut off Han Ling's hamstrings with one blow.
The man in black raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms to watch Mu Yuntong's actions.
Mu Yuntong turned his blade and aimed it at Han Ling's hands. He swung the blade and blood flowed instantly. Han Ling's eyes blurred with pain, and he kept praying in his heart that Mu Yuntong was trying to protect him - it should be noted that broken tendons and hamstrings can be restored. As long as you work hard enough and endure the pain of reshaping the meridians, you can regain your internal strength.
The man in black still seemed to be dissatisfied, so he changed his foot and stood on the ground.
Mu Yuntong didn't stop for a moment. He squeezed Han Ling's shoulders to make him stand up, and then slapped Han Ling's Dantian to pieces.
Han Ling's vision went dark, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His whole body twitched in pain, like a dying fish or shrimp. The man in black laughed a few times, clapped his hands and said, "I thought you had any selfish motives. To be able to cut off Master's wife's head with your own hands and completely destroy this kid's internal strength is worthy of being the new 'Martial Arts Leader'. Mu Yuntong, You deserve my high look today."
Mu Yuntong smiled and said, "Thank you." He let go of Han Ling and let him fall to the ground, vomiting blood, and his body kept twitching.
"What are you going to do with him?" Another man in black asked, "Don't be nervous, this is not a test for you."
Mu Yuntong thought for a while, clasped his fists and said, "I first arrived in Yucheng and I lack servants at home, so let him be a servant."
The air was a little stagnant. Many disciples raised their heads and saw Han Ling getting closer and closer, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. Mu Yuntong didn't say anything. He stood still and looked at Han Ling from high to low.
The enemy who will destroy the family is right in front of us, how can we not hate him? But Han Ling walked one step away from Mu Yuntong, stared at Mu Yuntong deeply, then lowered his head and knelt on the ground respectfully.
"Disciple Han Ling, see the leader of the martial arts alliance."
