A tuft of hair's warning was still ringing in my ears and had not dissipated.
Ye Xiangyang's face was gloomy. They had the same ancestors and the same bloodline, but just because his father was not a warrior and was a bit honest, he would be bullied by them
"If you humiliate others, you will always humiliate them. What you force upon me, I will definitely return double. No one in this world can stop me from becoming a martial artist, and no one can deprive me of my determination to let my parents live a good life! I swear."
Ye Xiangyang stood up, feeling pain all over his body, a tearing pain.
They were really cruel and wanted to beat me to death, otherwise I wouldn't have been unconscious for half an hour before waking up.
Looking at the scorching sun hanging in the south sky, Ye Xiangyang was sure that he had been unconscious for at least quarter of an hour.
He quickly cleaned up and dealt with the marks on his body, trying his best not to let his parents know so as not to make them worry about him.
There is a spring on the road not far ahead, the Xuanwu Spring.
The reason why this spring is called Xuanwu Spring is that where the spring water comes out, there is a dark stone like a turtle lying on the ground. A stone above the turtle looks like a winding and twisted black snake, and a stream of crystal clear spring water spurts out of the snake's mouth.
The spring water is not big, it bubbles out from the spring eye and gurgles slowly.
Ye Xiangyang quickly washed his face, tidied his messy hair, and looked at himself in the spring water.
He found a black turtle the size of an egg in the middle of the spring, about half an arm's depth. The turtle's pair of black eyes were staring at him, making him feel very friendly.
Having never seen such a cute little thing before, Ye Xiangyang was delighted and quickly reached his hand into the spring.
"Ga ga ga," Ye Xiangyang laughed happily and grabbed the little turtle.
The little turtle's four claws were still moving and sliding in my hands; its body was ice cold.
When he was about to catch the little turtle from the spring, Ye Xiangyang felt that the little turtle suddenly disappeared.
A burning sensation rushed to his right hand, spread to his arm, and rushed towards his head.
"Oh no, the turtle is poisonous and it bit me." Ye Xiangyang thought sadly.
Looking at his palm, he saw a small black tripod growing in the palm of his hand. The small tripod looked like the little turtle just now, and there were no signs of bite on his hand.
The little turtle's limbs became the feet of the small tripod, and its head and tail became the ears of the small tripod. It turned into a small black tripod with four legs and two ears, and the tortoise shell pattern was clearly visible.
"Oh my god, I caught a little turtle and it became my tattoo."
Ye Xiangyang scratched hard with his left hand, and the skin on the palm of his right hand was almost scratched, but the color of the black tripod did not fade at all.
At this time, the burning pain no longer hurts.
The small black tripod looked like a real tattoo, engraved on his right hand.
Never mind. Find a place to pack your clothes. It’s best to keep them intact so your parents won’t worry.
But when he turned around, Ye Xiangyang was instantly petrified.
His father Ye Wentian was standing not far away, looking at his son's back as he took off his worn-out shirt. His back was covered in bruises and purples, with scars densely packed together without leaving any space.
Ye Wentian felt so distressed that he quickly came to his son and hugged him, tears in his eyes: "Kid, tell me who did it. Even if I have to risk my life, I will seek justice for you."
Hearing his father's words, Ye Xiangyang felt a warm current flowing from his heart to his whole body.
This is a father. No matter whether he has the ability or not, he will stand up and seek justice for his son when he is hurt.
"Dad, do you know? I have a second-grade martial arts talent." Ye Xiangyang asked without thinking, "I have the potential to become a martial artist, and martial artists are masters of our Zhenhai City."
Ye Wentian nodded and touched his son's head: "I heard about it, kid, I'm really happy for you."
"Dad, I have a two-star talent, so I can cultivate much faster than others. Can I avenge this grudge myself?"
Ye Wentian looked into the child's innocent eyes, and all the bitter and sweet emotions came to his mind. It wasn't that the child wanted to take revenge on his own, but that the child knew that there was no possibility for him to take revenge on his own.
It was even a question whether he could enter the Ye family compound.
Low strength, no status. In this Zhenhai City where martial arts is respected, what can a person who can't practice do
Ye Wentian felt a little bit of self-pity, and sighed quietly in his heart: "Okay, child, you must strive for excellence. Daddy promises you."
Ye Xiangyang nodded: "Dad, don't worry, in a month, as long as I become a disciple of the inner courtyard, you won't have to work so hard."
When he got home, the house was full of people. When the outsiders of the Ye family heard about Ye Xiangyang's second-grade martial arts talent, they came to congratulate Ye Wentian.
When these people saw Ye Wentian bringing Ye Xiangyang back home, they said enthusiastically: "Hey, Brother Ye, why did you bring the child just now? We have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Yes, you are lucky to have a talented kid like Ye Xiangyang."
"Yes, I have watched Ye Xiangyang grow up. I knew that this boy was definitely not an ordinary person. What do you think? I was right, wasn't I?"
…
Ye Xiangyang exchanged a few words with them and went into the house.
In the Ye family compound, Ye Yongqing stared at Ye Xingyue, Ye Xiangxiao, and Ye Xiangti, father and son, as they walked back and forth with stumbling steps. His face was dark and dull, a sign of unhealthiness, or perhaps poisoning.
He pointed at Ye Xingyue and the other two and said, "Second brother, look at the good boy you taught. Today, Ye Xiangyang just tested out his second-grade martial arts talent, and he was beaten unconscious by your two sons. The news has spread. Where is the face of our Ye family?"
"They are all descendants of the Ye family, with the same ancestor. Your two sons went to blackmail others before they even got any resources from the family. Is this how you educate your children?"
"Let them face the wall and reflect on their mistakes for a month. They cannot leave your house for a month. If they fail to do so, I tell you, the family will purge them and banish them forever."
"Think about it, they are all descendants of the Ye family. When they grow up, won't they be our strength?..."
Ye Xingyue glanced at his two sons coldly, sighed deeply inwardly, lowered his head and said, "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely punish these two boys."
Watching them walk away, Ye Yongqing sighed. With such a character, how can I safely hand over the entire Ye family to you, kid
…
A distinguished guest came to Ye Xiangyang's home.
Ye Xiangzhong is the eldest grandson of the patriarch and the eldest son of the patriarch's eldest son Ye Xingyun.
He came to Ye Xiangyang's house and saw that there was nothing else in Ye Xiangyang's house except three dilapidated huts, a shabby earthen pot under the grape trees outside, and some firewood.
Entering the house, Ye Xiangzhong saw that there was nothing else in the house except two shabby beds, a shabby wardrobe, a shabby table, and a few shabby benches.
He couldn't help but sigh deeply!
He gave Ye Xiangyang the healing medicine that the patriarch had asked him to send to him, the Eight Treasures Plaster for Traumatology, and fifty pieces of the inferior second-level Xuanqi Pills, which were used for cultivation, to Ye Xiangyang.
"Brother, don't take today's incident to heart. Ye Xiangxiao has been locked up for a month. As long as you become a family warrior, your family will be taken care of by the family."
Ye Xiangzhong said so.