In the dark and cold room, a four or five-year-old child was curled up in the corner of the kang and shivered...

He hid his body in the quilt, grabbed the quilt with both hands for fear of being exposed, and his eyes were panicked and stared at the darkness through the gaps in the quilt.

"Crack, crackle..." It was crisp and drizzling, dense raindrops hitting the leaves in front of the door. Apart from that, there was no other subtle echo, only the words of my mother leaving were still ringing in his ears: "Qing'er, take care of myself... wait for my mother to come back."

There was a flash outside and it was extinguished in an instant. A thought fell into boundless darkness, and a frightened voice in my heart told myself: "Mom, don't want to be clear..."

Ye Qing suddenly woke up from the dream, and tears slid into the corner of her mouth along her firm face. Perhaps he had stared at the direction where her mother disappeared in the dream for too long, and only after waking up with the dream, his eyes felt sore.

He took a deep breath, wiped away the tears and touched the jade talisman on his chest, pulled up the quilt and wrapped it tightly, as if the darkness in the room made him feel scared. Almost while covering his head, Ye Qing quietly exposed his eyes and stared at the deep darkness.

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Mengshan Town is a small town under the rule of Dahong Kingdom, but Mengshan Town has its own unique place, that is, Mengshan Wutang. The Mengshan Wutang has been established for more than 100 years. The Wutang only accepts ten disciples every year. After becoming a formal disciple, he practices martial arts for three years and is able to obtain the qualification of a martial arts recognized by Dahong Kingdom.

The so-called "martial scholar" is the recognition of martial artists by the Dahong Kingdom. With the title of martial artist, you can take the scientific examination and enter the officialdom with martial artists! In addition, martial artists have a high status and can enter and exit freely within the Dahong Kingdom, and enjoy considerable privileges. Therefore, there are as many people who come to apply for the exam every year. Being able to get into the Mengshan Martial Arts Hall is equivalent to being out of the lowly family, which is a matter of glorious ancestors!

The schoolyard of Mengshan Wutang is extremely wide, with a meter-high blue brick wall separating the inside and outside the schoolyard into two worlds. At this time, the ten upper-body boys on the field stood straight like a big gun. The harsh cold winter could not make them feel afraid at all. Although the biting cold wind blew the snowflakes so that it was impossible to open their eyes, everyone was still motionless.

"Listen, I treat you equally with Lei Kaishan! Don't think that entering Mengshan Martial Arts Hall is better than others. You are still far from the martial arts of Dahong Kingdom!" The bearded man was full of energy, and every word could make people hear clearly. Echoes appeared on the school field. He shouted: "Listen to my command, and rush to fist!"

"Hmph, ha!" The boys sank their waists and elbows, completing their movements meticulously. All the boys' movements were neat and uniform, as if even thousands of troops in front of them could still punch this punch calmly!

"Very good!" The bearded man was very satisfied with the movements of the boys, and nodded and said solemnly: "Run forward, twist his waist and shoulders, and rotate his arms inward! This is the rushing fist. The rushing fist is the momentum of moving forward, and the force is like a galloping horse! The horse rushes out with the reins, and it is this momentum! To exert such momentum, the fist is like an arrow leaving the string!"

Behind the tree not far away was a young man with an ordinary appearance, slightly dark skin and a servant-like appearance. He was wearing a shampooed cotton robe and a broom in his hand. Although he lowered his head, his ears recorded the words of the man without missing a word!

Ye Qing worked as a traitor here for two years to sweep the floor and serve water, and knew the personnel of the Mengshan Martial Hall. The bearded man was Lei Kaishan, the teacher of the Mengshan Martial Hall, and he used his Mengshan boxing skills to be one of the best martial artists here.

Lei Kaishan was very satisfied with the teenagers, but he still slowly warned: "Don't be complacent for the small achievement in front of him, you need to know that martial arts is endless!" When talking about martial arts is endless, Lei Kaishan's eyes unconsciously showed a kind of yearning and piety, and murmured: "Wusheng is just an entry-level. You have to go through the nine roads and seven realms to learn martial arts, and you should not be too arrogant..."

Ye Qing gained some knowledge. Although he learned a lot of martial arts knowledge on weekdays, most of them were not well-organized. Three sentences today and one sentence tomorrow are always in vain. After eavesdropping today for nearly an hour, he finally knew the key points of horse stance and fist! But what Lei Kaishan said still seems to be ignorant, nine ways... seven realms..., he didn't know what these things were... Why did Lei Kaishan always look regretful when he said it?

Ye Qing was sixteen years old and was a farmer's child in Xiahoushan Village, Mengshan Town. His three-year-old father fell ill and his five-year-old mother left him and disappeared, becoming a miserable man without a father or mother. He was pulled from Uncle Wang San's family in the same village and grew up.

Uncle Wang San was cooking in the kitchen of the Mengshan Martial Arts Hall, so he recommended him to be a small servile servile. Although he was a servile servile servile servile 2 taels of silver every month, it would be more than working hard outside. Ye Qing was very interested in martial arts, but because no one was instructed, he started to study steadily in the Mengshan Martial Arts Hall.

While working, he secretly learned martial arts. Whenever he had the chance, he would definitely come to listen to the disciples of the martial arts temple in class, and practice based on what he learned during the day when there was no one in the middle of the night.

After class, Lei Wushi and all his disciples left the school ground. Ye Qing dared to show off from behind the tree, threw down the broom, recalled the key points that Lei Wushi said, and muttered: "The power of the fist is forward, twisting the waist and shoulders, and spinning the arm inward! The fist is like a galloping horse, and the horse will go out with its strength!" At the same time, it is exactly the same as the entry-level disciple who just started.

It’s not that Ye Qing has a high talent, but that he has been in the Mengshan Martial Arts Hall for two years. On weekdays, he has learned seven or eight parts of the essence of the mind when practicing boxing. He looks decent when practicing boxing.

After practicing for a while, Ye Qing was sure that he had mastered what he had learned today, so he calmed down and said to himself: "Master Lei Wu just said that martial artists are the beginning, and they have to go through the Nine Routes and Seventh Realms to learn martial arts! What does these Nine Routes and Seventh Realms mean?"

Ye Qing kept his mind. If he heard the statement about the Nine Routes and Seven Realms in the future, he would be able to solve his confusion today. He was different from ordinary people. He learned a little today and learned the second move tomorrow, and he was very scattered. Over time, Ye Qing gradually learned to organize these messy knowledge, but there were hundreds of questions in his heart.

"Brother Ye Qing! You are indeed here!" Wang Gouzi, who is also a traitor, ran to the schoolyard panting. Wang Gouzi is the son of Uncle Wang San. The two of them have been playing well since childhood to be like brothers. Wang Gouzi is a simple and honest person by nature and is at ease with the situation. He has no idea about everything, but he listens to Ye Qing.

Wang Gouzi knew that Ye Qing was obsessed with martial arts, which was not a secret. Although he was also a traitor, he was very satisfied. He just wanted to continue working here safely like his father. In a few years, he might be a chef and a career.

Wang Gouzi ran anxiously and panted, and said stutteringly: "Hurry up... Come with me, my father said there is something to do with you!"

Uncle Wang San saw Ye Qing as if he had left, but he would not call him often on weekdays. Ye Qing knew it, so he turned around and left with Wang Gouzi.

The two of them came to the kitchen. Uncle Wang San was already waiting in front of the door, holding a bag in his hand. When he saw Ye Qing, he sighed and said, "Uncle San has claimed your leave! Tomorrow is your father's death day. Go back to the grave and kowtow to him, burn some paper money, and do your best!"

Ye Qing never forgot this day, but he was an orphan, and he was very thoughtful, far beyond ordinary teenagers. He was reluctant to express it easily. After nodding, Uncle Wang San gave more instructions, and Ye Qing got on the way alone.

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Chapter completed!