Tianyuan Continent, Yan State.
A rolling river crosses the border of the country. It is mighty and mighty, with various weather conditions. The water vapor reaches the sky and flows eastwards like thunder.
"Silk!"
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, when the weather was so cold and the ground was so cold that his breath turned to ice, a pale boy stood barefooted in the shallow water of the river, his lips turned purple and his whole body shivered due to the cold water. Waves of waves pushed him from side to side, and when he was blown by the wind, it was freezing cold, and his skin felt as uncomfortable as a knife.
But he gritted his teeth, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and kept punching with great perseverance, causing water to splash everywhere, and he persisted for an hour. Although he clearly knew that this body-refining method that relied on ice water to stimulate potential would cause huge damage to the body. The reason for this is for no other reason than to become stronger!
Ye Ming is fifteen years old this year and was born next to the Ye family in Shanshui Town. When he was ten years old, his parents offended a big shot in Maple Leaf City and both of them were killed. From then on, he secretly vowed to become a strong man and avenge his parents!
But four years have passed, and now he is not even a first-level martial artist! Originally, with his qualifications, if nothing unexpected happened, he would now be at least a third-level martial artist. But half a year ago, his meridians were destroyed by Ye Zhenying, the grandson of the clan leader, and he became a useless person who could not practice martial arts!
The reason is that he once obtained a precious red dragon grass by chance, but it was known to Ye Zhenying before he could use it. The other party immediately led several evil slaves to snatch it. Not only did they take away his Red Dragon Grass, they also brutally destroyed his meridians, making him a useless person who could not practice martial arts!
Suffering such a blow, Ye Ming never despaired. If you don’t have meridians, then train your body! If the Ye family doesn't provide resources, then use the lowest level of body-harming ice water body-refining method to practice! So, throughout the winter, he soaked in ice water to stimulate his life potential. His hard work paid off, and now his physique is quite tough, capable of fighting against a warrior at the second level of blood refining realm.
"Wow!"
Finally unable to hold on anymore, Ye Ming stood up from the river, white steam steaming all over his body, and every inch of his skin and bones were trembling. The cold and numbness in his body quickly turned into heart-wrenching pain, while his expression was dull and his eyes were as cold as the weather.
"It is rumored that people who have mastered body refining are as powerful as great martial arts masters. However, this ice water body refining method is too harmful to the body. If things go on like this, I am afraid that I will not live to be twenty years old. But I can't care about that much, no matter what. If you want to continue practicing, you must not only avenge your parents, but also seek justice from Ye Zhenying! God! My parents were killed and my meridians were destroyed, but you can’t even think of defeating me!!" A look of determination showed on his delicate face.
Ye Ming changed his clothes and returned to the Ye family mansion.
The Ye Family Mansion is the largest and most luxurious garden-style residential area in Shanshui Town, with rows of houses covering an area of more than ten acres. There are five steps to the first floor and ten steps to the pavilion. The buildings are all tall and magnificent, with carved beams, painted columns, and gold and silver embroidery. But in the corner of the mansion, there is a dilapidated courtyard wall with a low thatched house inside, which is where Ye Ming lives on weekdays.
Not long after Ye Ming returned to the thatched cottage, he heard a "bang" sound and the courtyard door was kicked open hard. A young man in gray clothes with a pointed head and a long-faced young man wearing a brocade robe and an arrogant expression walked in. The young man in gray clothes was holding a bowl of sea with an impatient look on his face. The bowl was very dirty, the rim was damaged, and there was a layer of black grease on the outside, emitting a strange smell. The bowl was filled with messy leftovers, and many fish and chicken bones that others had eaten were piled into a sharp pile.
The young man in gray clothes is a servant of the Ye family who does odd jobs, named Hu San'er. The young man in brocade robes had peach blossom eyes, thin lips and pointed chin, and was born with a feminine look. He had his hands behind his back and looked like he was watching a good show. Ye Ming naturally knew this young man. He was the son of Ye Yelie, the second son of the patriarch Ye Wansheng, and was half a year older than him. Since the death of his parents, Ye Zhenxiong has often brought his minions to bully him, and his character is extremely bad.
"Tsk tsk! Isn't this Ye Ming, the little genius of our Ye family? Your face is pale and your limbs are trembling. Could it be that you have been to the Li River again and used ice water to refine your body? People, you have to be self-aware. If you are useless, you are useless. No matter how hard you try, it's useless." Ye Zhenxiong curled his thin lips and said sarcastically, "I'm talking about trash, it's dinner time, let's eat."
Hu Saner immediately cooperated and smashed the Haiwan on the ground. Then he glanced at Ye Ming contemptuously, hugged his arms and said, "Eat quickly, I have to put away the bowl." Looking at his look and tone, it seemed that he was Ye Ming. Like the master of the house.
Ye Ming suddenly became angry. Although the food he sent before was bran bran bread and gruel, it was still fresh. It's good now, those bastards actually gave him leftovers on purpose!
Seeing Ye Ming's ugly face, Hu San'er sneered, raised his eyebrows and said: "Hey, what's the matter? You don't want to eat? If you don't eat, I'll feed it to the dogs! Do you still think that you are the little genius who was a third-level martial arts disciple? "
Ye Ming had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Hu San'er, was it your idea to give me leftovers to eat?"