On an untrodden mountain peak in Yunjian Villa, a group of young disciples were laughing and playing around a thin and short boy, hitting and kicking the boy from time to time. The boy begged for mercy, but it had no effect.
When these young disciples got tired of playing, they dispersed in twos and threes, leaving the beaten and bruised boy lying on the ground, no one cared about him.
The young man, like the others, was a disciple of Yunjian Villa, but he was different from them. Because of his extremely poor foundation, cowardly temperament, and the lowest background, he was often bullied by his fellow disciples.
It is not that the elders of the master sect of Yunjian Villa are unaware of such things, but few people pay attention to such things and turn a blind eye.
After all, he is just an ordinary disciple. Who will care about his life and death? Even if someone beat him to death, he would only give the perpetrator a slight reprimand and not take it too seriously.
The young man struggled to get up from the ground. The wounds on his body hurt so much that he took in breaths and tears kept falling.
However, the young man only shed a few tears and quickly wiped them away with a stubborn look on his face.
Although he was cowardly, he was very strong. Even though he was bullied by his fellow disciples, he never left the Falling Sword Villa.
He wants to learn superior swordsmanship here, practice hard here, and then return to his hometown to avenge his parents.
For this purpose, the young man had to swallow it by himself no matter how much he was wronged.
As for resenting his fellow disciples, that's out of the question. The young man mostly hated himself for being too weak and unable to do anything.
"Father, mother, you must protect me in heaven so that I can avenge you as soon as possible." The young man sat on a cold stone and whispered softly, with a smile on his bruised face.
Every time he was bullied by his classmates, he would recall the time he lived with his parents. Those were the only days when he felt happy. It was precisely because of such memories that he was able to be so strong.
Above the sky, a pair of cold eyes looked at the young man silently.
A few months later, the young man was again forcibly taken to this mountain by many of his fellow disciples.
"Liao, I asked you to help me wash my clothes, but why did you tear my clothes instead?" A rather handsome young man asked with a smile, but seeing his smile, the young man surnamed Liao trembled. .
"Senior Brother Zhang, I accidentally tore your clothes. I will definitely mend them for you." The young man said quickly. He knew that he would be beaten again this time. He only hoped that these people would beat him lightly and not It hurt like last time for more than a month.
"Mending? I don't wear mended clothes. How about this? If you make a lot of holes in my clothes, I will make a few cuts on your face. How about it?" The young man said with a smile, but what he said, But it frightened the young man.
The other disciples present were also a little surprised and looked at the young man in astonishment.
"Senior Brother Zhang, isn't this a bit too much?" someone said cautiously.
The senior brother named Zhang immediately glared at this man, who shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything more.
"Brother, why don't we forget it and just beat him like before." A female disciple advised.
But Senior Brother Zhang shook his head: "No, I have to slash his face a few times today, it's not a big deal."
"No!" The young man begged for mercy again and again, with a look of horror on his face.
I saw Senior Brother Zhang take out a long sword from Jiugong's bag and scratch the young man's face directly.
Blood flowed out, the boy let out a cry of pain, and his face was instantly bruised.
Senior Brother Zhang's face showed excitement, and he struck down with another sword. He controlled the force very well, and it would only cause the young man to suffer flesh and skin injuries, but it would not cause him to be too seriously injured.
The young man screamed and struggled with his hands and feet, but he was grabbed by several people at the same time and couldn't break free at all.
"Please! Let me go! I will never dare to do it again!" The young man begged, with sharp pain coming from his face. The bright long sword was still dangling in front of his eyes, making him even more frightened.
"I haven't had all the fun yet." Senior Brother Zhang sneered, with a trace of ferocity in his eyes. He swung his sword again and directly cut off a piece of flesh on the young man's face.
At this time, the young man's face was covered with scars, and blood was flowing everywhere. Some of the disciples present showed unbearable expressions. Although they often bullied him in daily life, they had never been this serious. This was really... Somewhat cruel.
But no one dared to say anything. Senior Brother Zhang is one of the highest-ranking disciples in Yunjian Villa, and there are several family elders in Yunjian Villa. It is not an exaggeration to say that he covers the sky with one hand. How can ordinary disciples dare to Offend him
"Alas." Everyone could only look at the young man who was crying and begging for mercy with pity. Who made him unlucky enough to be targeted by this senior brother Zhang.
With another sword blow, the young man's face was covered in blood and flesh, completely losing his original appearance. In addition to his eyes, there were wounds on his lips, nose and even ears.
Everyone knows that this young man is completely disfigured. Unless he can find some elixirs to change his appearance, or his cultivation reaches the realm of spiritual origin, he will have to bear this face for the rest of his life.
The young man was filled with resentment, and his eyes were fixed on that senior brother Zhang. At this moment, the young man hated this man deeply.
"How dare you stare at me like that? Do you believe that I will dig out your eyeballs?" Senior Brother Zhang said with a smile. The sword in his hand had begun to swing in front of the young man's eyes, and it might pierce the young man's eyeballs at any time.
"Senior Brother Zhang, although this kid is hateful, we still have to keep him and play with him slowly in the future," someone said.
Hearing this, Senior Brother Zhang seemed to think it made sense. He nodded, put away his sword, and stopped torturing the young man.
The person who spoke breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have a good relationship with the young man, he just couldn't bear it.
"Let's go and practice swordplay." Senior Brother Zhang greeted, and everyone went down the mountain together, leaving the dying young man lying on the ground with his face covered in blood.
A few hours passed, and the blood on the young man's face dried up, and he lay there as motionless as a dead corpse.
A blurry figure came from a distance. The young man shivered, thinking that someone was torturing him again. He turned around with difficulty to look, but it was someone he had never seen before.
"Do you think you are useless?" The voice of the visitor was cold, but it suddenly made the young man angry.
"I'm not a waste!" the young man roared, but his current appearance looked particularly miserable.
"For everything those people have done to you, I can give you the opportunity to repay them a hundredfold." The man added.
The young man was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
"Tell me your name. From now on, you will be my apprentice."