Luo Xingchen was in a green hill and started his own training method. His fist hit the rock, his leg knocked on the rock, and his head hit the rock. After a hellish temper, it didn't have much effect. On the contrary, She was scarred and staggered when she walked.
The guards of two great spiritual auras not far away guarded him silently, staring at his back, and shook his head and sighed, deeply saddened.
"Young Master... Why bother to ask for trouble like this!"
"It's really unfair, the young master is suffering..."
They watched Luo Xingchen grow up from childhood to adulthood. Luo Xingchen knew about Corporal Lixian since he was five years old. He likes to have fun, no matter what the adults ask, he answers like a child prodigy.
Later, due to changes in the family, Luo Xingchen's talent was extinguished, turned into a waste body, and began to be taciturn, and his personality became cold. It is difficult for anyone to see him smile again. Once he gets angry, it is absolutely desperate, and I can't stop him. Even the gods can only kill him, and the saints can't stop the thoughts in his heart.
I am afraid that Luo Xingchen has long been bearish on life and death, others are afraid of death, he is not afraid, he has almost lost everything, what is terrible.
Today, Luo Xingchen only has a firm belief in his heart. He would rather be broken into pieces than a dog without dignity, and would rather be broken into pieces than a dog without dignity!
After a long time of self-harm, Luo Xingchen became scarred again and lost his strength. He packed up his clothes at will, picked up the water bottle, and walked slowly towards Tianyun City, without a trace of emotion on his face.
Walking on a path between two mountains, suddenly a gray-black figure came into view. It was an unkempt old man with white hair and a rag shirt like a beggar. He curled up and leaned against the side of the mountain. Of the stone wall.
The old man had a gray-headed face and a haggard face. The whole person seemed to lack nutrition, so thin.
But his lean and embarrassed body, his eyes revealed a deep and shrewd temperament.
Luo Xingchen glanced roughly, and even if he turned a blind eye, he continued to walk forward.
His pace hasn't slowed down at all. For so many years, he has already seen the world through. He sympathizes with the old man and feels that he is a poor man, but such a way of living is better than death.
"Puff!" Just as he looked indifferent and kept moving forward, there was a sudden loud noise against the ground, and his two hands instantly grabbed his legs, causing a tremor in his heart.
He bowed his head in surprise and found that the withered white-haired old man was holding his legs tightly, with a pitiful look, and spit out ambiguous words: "Young man... Let me make a living! Old man, I've been hungry for five days, and I'm about to die... Whoops..."
As he spoke, the old man groaned tremblingly, and every sound was filled with sighs.
Luo Xingchen looked indifferent and took out a bag of coins from his waist. This was the exclusive currency of Blue Wind Continent that could be used to exchange items.
The old man slowly opened the purse and took a look. When he saw, he suddenly drooped, curled his lips, and mumbled: "I can't eat this! Old man I can't walk because I'm too hungry. How can I spend my money? what!"
After muttering, he clung to Luo Xingchen's thigh again and rubbed it with his dirty face, like a child, crying: "Young man! You do it well, give me a bite! Woo! Uh..."
Luo Xingchen was expressionless and calmly said: "I have nothing to eat on my body right now, or you can let it go first and I will go home and get some for you."
The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then he sighed, with a bitter face: "Oh... my old bone, I don't know how long I can last, let alone there are wolves, tigers and leopards in this mountain, you have the heart to treat me Are you throwing here alone? Young man... You are all right..."
Luo Xingchen frowned, and suddenly committed a hard time. This old man was almost like brown sugar, easy to approach and difficult to entangle, and he couldn't help but quickly turn his brain to think about countermeasures.
After a while, he suddenly thought that it was so strange that an old man from the deserted mountains and ridges appeared here like this.
Luo Xingchen glanced at the old man with suspicion, and asked: "Old man, why are you living here?"
The old man shook his head and sighed bitterly, with a sad tone: "Oh... my grandson was taken by a big man and said he was the messenger of the Ziyin Sect. He wanted to accept my grandson as a disciple... I'm happy old man, my grandson I was picked up. A few days later, a few came to pick me up and said that I was allowed to go to Ziyinzong to enjoy my luck, but my life was not good... I met a big monster on the road and they fought, and then the monster died. They are also dead, and I don’t know the way. I just walked like this for half a month. A few days ago, I still had some dry food. In the past few days, I didn’t even have anything to eat, alas..."
Luo Xingchen listened to it, and suddenly realized that this old man's grandson had an extraordinary talent and was admired by an expert. After apprenticeship, he sent someone back to pick him up. As a result, this incident happened. It was really a human tragedy.
"Oh... I'm hungry..." The old man clutched his abdomen, groaning in pain, looking at Luo Xingchen pitifully, and finally moved him with compassion.
Therefore, Luo Xingchen carried the white-haired old man on his back and walked slowly, but he himself was injured and had almost no strength, so it was very difficult to carry it on his back. On the way, the old man coughed and moved. It's really inexhaustible to talk about, but it's troublesome to him.
"Oh... my arm is sore..."
"Oh... I have a backache, please go up."
"... My legs are numb..."
Luo Xingchen was sweating profusely, but his expression was as usual, his pace was slow, but he was very steady, trying hard not to shake, the reason was that he didn't want the old man to fall and be injured.
As the sun sets, the sky is getting late, and a cool breeze blows, Luo Xingchen finally feels that his breathing is a lot smoother, and the sweat drops on his body are gradually evaporating.
In the darkness behind him, several people have been watching him silently, preventing him from discovering that these people are all loyal martial servants of Luoshen Palace.
"Oh, the young master is still kind-hearted... See you in my pity." A Wu Shi silently sighed.
"He was inherently kind, if it hadn't been for seven years ago, how could he be what he is today!"
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The sky finally turned dark, Luo Xingchen was panting, and he walked with the old man on his back with scars, and finally reached a tavern. He put down the old man and shouted: "The shopkeeper, bring up all the delicious food here!"
"Okay-guest officer, wait a moment."
In a short while, there was a table full of wine and food. The old man couldn't wait to gobble up food, eating out one plate after another, making Luo Xingchen look dull, he absolutely believed that this old man I'm starving.
And he also began to slowly pick up the food, chewing it slowly, and after a while, the old man swept away a table of food.
Luo Xingchen drank slowly, and he was almost full. The old man sat on the opposite side with a foot on the corner of the table and was using bones to floss his teeth. His feet seemed to have never been washed in a lifetime, exuding waves. Luo Xingchen didn't care when he was hungry and smelly, and he picked up his cup and drank leisurely.
At this moment, two people walked into the store, a man and a woman, each wearing a hat, a black shirt, a white shirt, a man and a woman holding weapons.
As soon as they sat down, they all pinched their noses, and the woman even glanced at the old man with a disgusted foot-scraping not far away, and said coldly: "Huh, where is the beggar, don't get out!"
The old head was as deaf as he hadn't heard, still doing his own actions, Luo Xingchen drank the wine, glanced at the two of them, and didn't care.
"Boom!" The black-shirted man slapped the table suddenly, causing the teacup to vibrate and jingle to land on the table.
The old man was trembling with fright, and fell to the ground with his butt, Luo Xingchen frowned, his face chilling.
The black-shirted man stood up, his tall body stood upright, and quickly walked towards the old man who fell to the ground and trembling, and said in a condensed voice: "Give you three breaths time, either roll! Or die!"
"Oh... Ah..." The old man trembled all over, got up embarrassedly and hid behind Luo Xingchen, shrinking his head in fear.
Luo Xingchen stood up all of a sudden, looked at the black-shirted man calmly, and said: "Give me a face, this is my elder."
The black-shirted man immediately glanced at Luo Xingchen's whole body indifferently. A black shirt was also rubbed torn by the rock, and his face was still bruised.
He smiled coldly, and said coldly, "Hehe... One big and one small, two beggars, give you face? What are you?"
After all, he put one hand on the hilt of the sword, and he was ready to draw the sword. For a while, the entire tavern was full of murderous aura.
The store owner and Xiao Er were so scared that they hid in the dark and did not dare to come out.
Luo Xingchen was expressionless, staring indifferently at the person in front of him. Although he had no realm, he could also judge that both of them were strong in the spiritual energy realm, and he, a useless person, was also injured.
However, Luo Xingchen was calm and breezy, without a trace of fear. The sharp and cold eyes made the black-shirted man's heart angry, and he immediately drew his sword. Just after this, Luo Xingchen shot like a bowstring. After coming out, he slammed into the black-shirted man in an instant, so that he didn't even pull out his sword.
The black-shirted man was shocked, and quickly wanted to exert his strength, but Luo Xingchen knocked him down in one fell swoop, and immediately his two hands leaned toward the black-shirted man's face like claws, piercing the former's eyes, fast and cruel! Stable and accurate!
"Sneer!" "Ah—" The black-shirted man let out a terrifying scream, his eyeballs were directly blinded by Luo Xingchen's fingers, blood ran out, and he burst out with all his strength, and a burst of energy made Luo Xingchen instantly As soon as it flew, Luo Xingchen flew upside down like a kite with a broken thread, knocked down on a table and stool, making a cracking sound, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
The black-shirted man had a squalid face, gritted his teeth, drew his sword and stomped like flying, and shouted fiercely, "I will let you die!"
Luo Xingchen's eyes burst red, and he stood up with all his strength in an instant, and rushed towards the black shirt man!
"Shit!" The black-shirted man pierced his chest with a sword accurately, and there was no change in his expression on his face. Instead, he leaned forward and slammed his body forward, making the sword pierce his chest deeper. , He was desperately holding the body of the black-shirted man, like a wolf, opening his mouth and biting the black-shirted man's throat!
"Ka!" The blood splashed, and the man in black didn't expect this boy to hide. His throat bone was directly crushed, and his neck was stunned, and his body fell back on the ground.
Luo Xingchen, with a sword stuck in his chest, stood tremblingly, his mouth raised, with a sneer smile, two rows of teeth were stained with flesh and blood, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at the white-shirted woman. It made her feel cold all over, and her expression changed in amazement!