"My, my name is Liao Ping'an." The thin boy with a bloody face said in a low voice.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said, "Are you unwilling to be my disciple?"
The young man named Liao Ping'an lowered his head and said nothing. He had never heard of the name Mo Shouhei, and he had no idea how earth-shattering the background of the seemingly ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him was.
After all, Liao Ping'an was just the lowest disciple of Yunjian Villa. He had never seen much of the world and had no idea who the most powerful people were in this world.
For Liao Pingan, the elders in Yunjian Villa are already strong in his mind.
Mo Shouhei snorted, and with a wave of his hand, he picked up the young man in his hand. There was a look of horror in the young man's eyes, not knowing what this man was going to do to him.
"Whether you are willing or not, there is no room for rejection for the disciple that I, Mo Shouhei, have chosen. From now on, you will be my disciple." Mo Shouhei said very forcefully, looking at Liao Ping'an coldly with his eyes.
"Yes!" Liao Ping'an was trembling all over, not daring not to agree.
Mo Shouhei flicked his hand and threw Liao Ping'an to the ground, as if he had thrown away a useless object.
"I won't help you. If you want revenge, if you want to inflict a hundred times the pain on those people, just let me survive. Even if you are stepped on by others, you must live."
"I can teach you extraordinary skills, but if you are really a waste, then I won't care about you. It would be better for the useless thing to die as soon as possible."
"After three months, if you are still alive, come back to see me on this mountain."
Liao Pingan was still Liao Pingan, and Yunjian Villa was as peaceful as ever, but the only thing that was a little uneasy was that Liao Pingan was disfigured.
No one had ever interacted with Liao Pingan in the first place. Now that Liao Pingan's appearance has been completely ruined and his face has become extremely ugly and ferocious. When his fellow disciples saw him, they were as if they saw an evil ghost. They were not willing to look at him seriously and isolated him even more. .
Liao Pingan became even more silent, and the elders of Yunjian Villa did not even bother about the disfigurement by Senior Brother Zhang with his sword on the mountain peak, and seemed to have forgotten Liao Pingan.
However, there were benefits after being disfigured. Those who usually liked to bully him seemed to think Liao Pingan's face was too disgusting, so they stopped bullying him, allowing Liao Pingan to live in peace for two months.
But in the third month, Senior Brother Zhang once again led people to capture Liao Ping'an on the mountain peak.
Liao Ping'an didn't resist, let alone struggle, just letting them pull him like a unconscious puppet.
"Junior Brother Liao, the injury on your face seems to have healed." Senior Brother Zhang said with a half-smile.
Liao Ping'an didn't speak, lowering his head and not looking at Senior Brother Zhang. He was afraid that Senior Brother Zhang would discover the malice in his eyes.
Seeing that Liao Pingan didn't say anything, Senior Brother Zhang was very straightforward and kicked Liao Pingsheng to the ground.
This kick was extremely powerful, and Senior Brother Zhang was not weak in cultivation, so it was not something that Liao Pingan could bear.
Liao Pingan was seen vomiting blood on the spot and lying on the ground trembling. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
Senior Brother Zhang looked coldly and looked at Liao Ping'an condescendingly: "How can we have a waste like you in our Yunjian Villa? If other swordsmanship sects know that our Yunjian Villa has accepted a waste who can't even use a sword, Wouldn’t that mean you would be laughed at by others?”
With that said, he kicked Liao Ping'an again.
Liao Pingan grunted, and just when he wanted to raise his head, Senior Brother Zhang stepped on his head, directly trampling Liao Pingan to the ground and unable to move.
No one around him stopped him. At most, they only gave Liao Ping'an a few pity looks.
"My surname is Liao, you should get out of the Falling Sword Villa, otherwise you will scare the junior brothers and sisters who have just entered the Villa." Senior Brother Zhang laughed with ferocious joy on his face.
The reason why he likes to bully Liao Pingan so much is not because he really hates Liao Pingan, but because he feels an indescribable pleasure when he sees Liao Pingan being bullied by him.
Moreover, in his opinion, no one would care about Liao Ping'an even if he died, so bullying him was a waste of money.
Liao Ping'an still didn't say anything and left Yunjian Villa? He did think about it, but when he thought that he would not be able to avenge his parents after leaving the Falling Sword Villa, he would rather suffer more in the Falling Sword Villa than leave like this.
"Don't look at it. You greeted him the same way you did before. Just keep your breath. Otherwise, if you kill him all at once, you won't be able to play anymore." Senior Brother Zhang curled his lips and said to everyone around him.
Everyone looked at each other, and in the end most of them punched and kicked Liao Ping'an. Anyway, with Senior Brother Zhang taking the lead, they wouldn't be afraid of anything.
After all, bullying Liao Pingan was not done once or twice. They were used to doing this kind of thing and even found it quite interesting.
As night fell, Senior Brother Zhang led everyone away, leaving Liao Ping'an once again half-dead and covered in bruises.
Only this time, Liao Ping'an was seriously injured, with blood pouring out of his mouth and his internal organs experiencing severe pain.
Liao Pingan's vision was a little blurry. Although the beatings in the past hurt, they were not as severe as today. He had no strength to stand up at all.
"Am I going to die?" Liao Pingan murmured to himself, feeling bitter, resentful and unwilling.
Liao Ping'an didn't want to die. He still had the revenge of his parents yet to be avenged, and he still had people he hated to kill. She didn't want to die like this, in this place.
Liao Pingan's tenacious will to survive kept him from unconsciousness. He just lay there and stared, even though his vision was blurry, and even though his internal organs hurt so much that it was almost unbearable, he just gritted his teeth and persisted.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
No one came to see if Liao Pingan was still alive. Perhaps in the eyes of his fellow disciples, it didn't matter whether Liao Pingan was dead or alive. It was not worth caring about at all.
But Liao Pingan did not die. Even if he was on the verge of death several times, he survived.
When Mo Shouhei appeared in front of him, Liao Ping'an lay here for seven days.
"You did not disappoint me." Mo Shouhei said lightly, and with a wave of his hand, he sent a pill into Liao Ping'an's mouth.
Liao Ping'an swallowed the elixir, and the injuries in his body healed instantly, and his strength also recovered instantly.
"Disciple pays homage to the master!" Liao Ping'an knelt in front of Mo Shouhei, his voice firm and decisive.
"From now on, your name will be Liao Cansheng."