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Chapter I

This was a remote little mountain village, an ordinary village. However, at this moment, it had already become a sea of fire. Remnants rang out one after another, as if it was a living hell. A group of soldiers became like fierce wolves and tigers, surrounding the village and then a small team charged around with spears in hand. They were merciless. These troops, which should have been fighting on the front lines, were now burning and looting here.

Things had to go, whether it was good or bad, the end had to come. The only difference was the end result.

The result was that the ground was covered in blood, as if a rain of blood had rained down. The rainwater converged to form small ponds, and the surroundings were completely silent, creating a strange atmosphere.

The night in the mountain village passed just like that.

The first rays of the morning sun shone down onto the mountain village, as if it was used to seeing through everything. Mountain Flower and Mountain Sparrow also regained their vitality, and everything returned to normal once again. It was as if nothing had happened. The only thing that was missing was the mountain village's vitality.

Maybe the heavens were kind. At this time, there was actually a person who had crawled up from the blood, and judging from his figure, it seemed like he was still a child. This should be a miracle within ten thousand people, an entire army like this was trying to rob their own country's village, they couldn't leave anyone alive. Otherwise, if people spread the news and caused chaos among the people, the people would definitely not be able to bear the blame, so, they were absolutely vicious and not a single one of them would stay. If he was able to survive, it would truly be a blessing in disguise.

However, the heavens were too cruel to him. He originally had a happy home, with his parents in pain and his uncle in the village loving him. Although his life was very hard, he was still happy. Today, however, this unexpected calamity had completely changed in a single night. Now, he was the only one left. He wasn't prepared for this at all. Looking at the scene before him, he even forgot to cry. He stood there stupidly, looking at this and that. After a while, tears began to flow from the corners of his eyes. He regained his senses and hurriedly went to find his family. There was no scream or cry in this eerie silence. It was as if a pair of invisible hands had grabbed the child by the throat, preventing him from crying to break the eerie atmosphere. Unfortunately, no one was as lucky as he was. What he found was the body of his family. In the face of this nightmare reality, he really didn't know what to do.

Just like that, he cried as he looked at the corpses of his family. The pain made him lose all feeling, and all he could do was stare blankly at the piles of corpses in front of him. After an unknown period of time, he finally fainted. Fortunately, he had fainted. If he couldn't, he might have died from grief. When a person's inner grief cannot be vented, it will make the wound even worse. In a situation where no one cared for him, he would undoubtedly die. He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he woke up, all he saw was the tragic sight before him as he fell face first onto the ground. He did not know how many times he repeated this, but when he woke up again, he finally knew that everything was irreparable. He stood there numbly, his mind muddle-headed. Although the poor man had taken charge early, the child was still a child after all. He really did not know what to do, for the day seemed to stretch endlessly in his stupor, causing him to lose himself in it as if it were eternity. When he saw that the bodies of his family had begun to rot, he finally came to his senses and knew that he had to bury them first.

He staggered to his feet, dug a hole in the ground with his farm tools from home, and with tears streaming down his face, wrapped the bodies of his family in straw mats, and dragged them to the grave. Then he dug a big hole somewhere else and buried the whole village.

Looking at the dilapidated and empty village, he felt an emptiness in his heart. He didn't know where to start or what to do. Looking back at this place where he was born and raised, it seemed that he was no longer suitable to be here. When a person had no idea, he would follow his intuition. When he felt that he couldn't bear to look at this place again, he would think of leaving. But where should he go? He didn't know, but since he had the thought of leaving, he had a feeling that he couldn't wait to leave. It was as if there was a large stone pressing down on his heart, and if he stayed here any longer, that large stone would crush his heart. He was a child who didn't understand anything, so he didn't think too much about anything. When he thought about it, he did it without even bowing to his parents or taking anything, just running crazily along the path as if he was going to lose something.

He had finally vented the anger in his heart along the way. He was out of energy as he stood on the road, gasping for breath. He was gradually beginning to regret that he had run out without any preparation. Just as he was looking at the road and planning to head back to make a trip, he noticed that the jungle by the side of the road was a mess. There seemed to be someone lying not too far away. He thought it might be the people from his village who escaped, but in the end, they were still murdered. Since he met them, he should go and bury them.

He walked over to the man, and the more he looked at him, the more familiar he became, and the more certain he became that the man was someone he knew. When he actually saw the man, he was taken aback. It was the old teacher who had taught them to read in the village. It surprised him that he had come here. He ran to help the old man up and found that his body was still warm. He then tried shaking him and shouted, "Old teacher...!"

Unexpectedly, the old teacher opened his eyes and smiled at him. "Xiao Niu, you're still alive. Good, very good."

The calf was at a loss for words. It was better to be dead than to be alone in this world. Yet, it did not dare to contradict its teacher. This was because he was very respectful to the teachers in the countryside.

The teacher knew what he was thinking from his expression, so he said slowly, "I know you're the only one who survived. If not, you wouldn't have come here." Don't be sad. When people are alive, they will be fine. When people are alive, there is hope. It can be considered fate that we met each other. I won't be able to live anymore, so there's no need to say anymore. I know that I've been enduring this for a long time, and now that I've seen you, I'm very happy. " It turned out that Xiao Niu was trying to find something to say to comfort him.

"I have a few things I want to give you," he continued, "and this is a book with a set of martial arts skills in it." Seeing his blank face, the old teacher knew that he did not understand and that he was playing the lute to a cow, but he could not do it now. He knew that he was about to die, so he said, "Martial arts are just like your martial arts in the countryside, understand?" Seeing that Ye Zichen didn't really understand it, he had no choice but to let Ye Zichen do what he wanted.

Then he continued, "You just need to follow the book and practice. This is very important, you must practice it well. However, you must give it to someone you can rely on. If you learn, you must help the good people and not bully the good people. And also … Cough cough … That is … "Cough, cough …" After talking for so long, he could not help but cough, and more and more blood came out from his wound. After a while, he stopped coughing and continued, "Before you finish practicing martial arts, do not go out, even if you do, do not reveal this book in front of others, otherwise, it will attract many people to steal it. They not only want the book, they will also kill you, and that is why I came to your village to teach. Cough cough … Cough cough … After I leave, you need to find a deep mountain to train your martial arts. This book needs to … You have to put it in the water to see it, remember... Remember... Stay... No... Practice... Good... Martial … kung fu... thousand... ten thousand... Don't... "Out …" Before he could finish his sentence, the word "come" had already disappeared.

The calf had hurt enough to bury the old man peacefully, as if he had become numb. Even he himself did not know why he had become so quiet. In fact, he could also be considered a naughty child in the village. However, at this moment, it was as if he had lost his soul. When he buried the old man, he found a broken sword in his right hand. The calf thought that the old man had broken it in a fight with the soldiers.

Picking up the old teacher's broken sword and bag, he hesitated for a moment before heading towards the depths of the mountains. He wanted to return home to take a look, but when he thought of the old man's words, everything seemed fated. Since he had decided to leave, why would he be reluctant? Everything depended on fate.

The calf followed the path of the mountain for several days. If it was thirsty, it would drink from the stream; if it was hungry, it would eat wild fruits; if it was tired, it would fall asleep; and so on. One day, he arrived at the end of a ravine. However, there was a pile of Mountain Vines blocking his path in front of him. Clouds and mist shrouded the path, making it hard to tell just how tall and deep it was. However, he had heard from the old teacher that the more hidden a place was, the better it was. He did not hesitate to enter the cave. His luck was good, there were no ferocious beasts inside, otherwise, he would be in for a lot of trouble.

After entering the mountain vines, the calf was astonished. The interior was simply a paradise. The beauty of the scenery caused him to be stunned. The ground was covered with soft grass, as if someone had cut it, not like the clutter outside, but the same grass, and it gave people a lazy feeling. On one side of the green grass were all kinds of fruit trees, and on the other side a flower garden with all kinds of flowers. If it was someone else who came here and knew that there was someone living in seclusion, they would definitely pay a visit. Only this fool would be so intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and think that he had found a place that met his requirements.

After that, the calf settled down here. Every day, he would go to the pond in the valley to read the book. The book was strange, too. When he held it in his hand, it was just an ordinary book of poetry. The calf remembered that he had once asked the old man for a copy of this book, but when he put it in the water, he could see that it was different from the book's content.

He took out the book and shook it twice. There was no water, and it didn't seem to get wet. However, although he did as the old man said, he didn't pay much attention to it. He felt that if this book really worked, he wouldn't die. Therefore, he played while practicing. Every day, watering the flowers, picking the fruits, and practicing martial arts were all his work. Living here without worry, he was truly very happy.

He followed the old man's instructions and tried not to show that he had the book, so he wrote it down. The book only had one set of cultivation technique, and it seemed like it was the first time he had come into contact with these kinds of cultivation techniques. Fortunately, there were many diagrams, otherwise, he really wouldn't have known how to do it. After all, he was a child who was very playful and did not think that it was very useful, so he did not put in much effort. He only practiced half of it and half of it. He had a good hand in farming, and enjoyed working in the flower beds and orchards every day. However, this would help him. This was his first time practicing martial arts, so he had to take things step by step and build a solid foundation. Moreover, his cultivation technique was at the highest level, so at the beginning he would definitely advance at a godly speed. He had not learnt any basic martial arts, and if that happened, he would definitely be strong on the outside and die without a doubt. This was not like going berserk and could be saved. This kind of internal and external dryness would cause the meridians in the entire body to become scorched and die. That was because it seemed like a person who was already weak and weak would constantly bleed, but would not be able to replenish the source of the bleeding. Fortunately, he did not want to improve, but instead worked hard every day. Doing farm work like this could make his body stronger, and the cultivation technique could slowly change his inner constitution. That had built a strong foundation for him.