Many children in the family looked down on Qing Shui. After all, in a world where martial arts was respected, who would look down on a loser who was destined not to be able to practice martial arts? His only friend was Qing Hu.
In this world, he was destined to be lonely from the moment he could walk until he was confirmed to be unable to practice martial arts.
Although Qing Shui's actual age is already twenty-six, eighteen years in the previous life plus eight years in this life, so he is not like other children who have no one to play with, cry or make trouble. Almost no one saw Qing Shui cry or make trouble.
Qing Shui also didn't want to play with those little kids who would make a big fuss over trivial things and even cry. He felt bored. However, Qing Shui was very happy for Qing Hu, his "brother". Qing Shui was always looked down upon and even spurned by others behind his back. This becomes even more precious. Although the other person was just a child, it still made his heart warm.
The head of the Qing family, Mr. Qing Luo, is at his peak. Except for the second son, Qing He, who has reached the ninth level of martial arts commander, he has struggled to break through. The other sons are all at the eighth level of martial arts commander, but some are at high points and some are at low points.
Now only Qinghe is concentrating on martial arts, hoping to one day enter the tenth level of martial arts master, reaching the highest level acquired the day after tomorrow. Only in this way can someone from the second generation be able to compete with the famous families in Baili City.
There are several geniuses among the three generations. The eldest grandson Qingzi has reached the seventh level of military commander at the age of 21, and even Qingluo trained him personally.
As for the others, Qing Glaze, who was only thirteen years old, broke through and entered the sixth level of military commander some time ago. This made Qingluo so happy that he could laugh from his dreams. He entered the sixth level of military commander at the young age of thirteen, and was even better than his eldest grandson Qingzi. Two years earlier. It should be noted that these two years are of great significance. Celadon's speed is no longer inferior to some geniuses. Therefore, Qingluo's high hopes for this grandson were hidden deep in his heart.
In a world where martial arts is respected, the most talked about thing is martial arts, and Qing Shui is most afraid of hearing that terrible word, so he would go outside to the mountains to be in a daze as long as he didn't sleep or eat.
As time went by, he became more and more indifferent. Of course, except for his mother who could see his smile, not even Qing Luo could see it.
Qing Shui didn't know that Qing Yi couldn't help but feel cramped in his heart every time he saw that lonely little figure. In the past three years, he had sought countless precious medicinal materials to treat Qing Shui but had no effect at all. That cold little face could only heal after falling asleep. A knowing smile appears only when you have a good dream.
"Why did you run out? If you don't go to practice martial arts, your uncle will spank you." Qing Shui's face only became softer when talking to Qing Hu.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, so what are you afraid of?" Qinghu said nonchalantly. Qingshui saw that a seven-year-old child said this very cute thing, but he didn't know that he was also a child.
"Let's go back. Auntie will come to see you again soon." Qinghu blinked his big eyes and said angrily.
Qing Shui saw Qing Hu's strong body and then looked at his own thin body and could only sigh helplessly. Did he really spend his life like this? Why were there so many people who traveled through time and each one of them became a peerless strong man? Why I can’t count myself as one. Is it easy to travel through time by myself...