The prosperous imperial city, people come and go, the traffic is busy, and the flow is endless.
Lu Xiaoran brought his two apprentices to a corner of the imperial city.
This is a small intersection, there are not many people, it's okay.
On a street corner, sat a one-legged beggar, dressed in tattered clothes. The messy long hair was sticking down on his face, making it impossible to see his appearance.
In the imperial city, there are many such beggars. After all, some monks fight with others, their cultivation base is abolished, and they can only live as beggars in the end.
Even if it's just a small intersection, there are several little beggars sitting there.
But this beggar is obviously different from other beggars.
He is not like other beggars, begging for a reward regardless of his dignity.
However, although he didn't ask for a reward, his more miserable appearance could arouse the sympathy of others. Therefore, the people who rewarded him were much more than those who rewarded other beggars.
Naturally, this aroused the displeasure of other beggars.
It was almost noon that day, when there were not many pedestrians, a few beggars looked at each other and then surrounded each other.
"Boy, are you very good at robbing business? We all come out to beg for food, we shouted hard, worked hard, and only made a little money for food and clothing a day. You are better, sit still, don't say a word, and earn more than us every day. many."
The young beggar didn't answer, the eyes hidden in the messy hair were dim, as if he didn't take the little beggars in front of him in his eyes.
This scene naturally made the already unhappy beggars even more annoyed.
After cursing two sentences, everyone rushed forward directly, shot at them, and beat them all together.
The young beggar did not resist, like a dead man.
Yun Lige and Fang Tianyuan, who were not far away, couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in their hearts when they saw this scene.
The thing they hate most is bullying.
These beggars, relying on their own people, can beat a beggar in a group, and the other party is still missing a leg, which is even more inhumane.
"Master, let's take action, these people are too hateful."
Lu Xiaoran didn't answer, but just glanced at a figure in a black robe not far away, thoughtfully.
"Don't worry, he won't die in a while."
Then, he began to call for prosperity in his mind.
"Prosperity, come out."
"Come, come, master, here I come."
"Call me the other party's information panel."
"Okay, it's being generated."
Soon, a light curtain appeared in Lu Xiaoran's mind.
Li Changsheng, twenty-five years old.
The original son of Qinglian Sword Sect, the son of the former Sect Master of Qinglian Sword Sect. The peerless genius, the genius of the sky, known as the reincarnation of the sword god!
His life was a miracle.
At the time of birth, sword energy descended from the sky, and ten thousand swords trembled. Born with the sword bone, it is born with affinity for swordsmanship.
At the age of one, he entered the body forging, at the age of two he broke the acquired heaven, at the age of three he developed the innate, and at the age of four he became a master.
Before cultivating, it has become Sword Intent, and after cultivating for three years, Sword Intent has become a master.
At the age of seven, the Qinglian Sword Sect had no one to teach.
Later, in the Jianzong ruins, he obtained the inheritance of the Sword Saint Litian ten thousand years ago, and his cultivation base made a leap.
At the age of twelve, he beheaded a desolate ancient flood dragon, obtained the dragon's blood quenching his body, and his cultivation level directly broke through the Delusional Realm, reaching the first level of Departure.
Qinglian Jianzong regards it as the next generation headmaster.
However, at the age of sixteen, because of the marriage of the sect, he offended him and liked the girl's son of luck.
Needless to say, Li Changsheng, who was regarded as a miracle all his life, has since turned sharply, not only was defeated by the opponent, but also maimed.
Li Changsheng, who is obsessed with martial arts, is naturally not to be outdone, looking for opportunities everywhere to improve his own cultivation.
However, it still failed repeatedly.
Large and small battles, experienced nearly twenty times.
Every time, it ended in a fiasco, and every time, he was seriously injured and his cultivation was almost abolished.
Until the last time, the other party completely dug out his sword bone, destroyed his dantian, meridians, body... making him a complete waste.
However, the other party did not kill him, but threw him to the Great Zhou Imperial City, became a beggar, and sent someone to supervise him.
As for Li Changsheng's parents, because they wanted to protect him, they were bombarded and killed by the other party, and the dead souls fell under Jiuyou.
...
Seeing this scene, Lu Xiaoran was so stupid.
If it wasn't for a later turning point, a son of luck came and beat Li Changsheng into a cripple, Lu Xiaoran would almost think that Li Changsheng was a son of luck himself.
He is simply too buggy.
More perverted than myself.
No, he didn't change himself either.
After all, Li Changsheng's cultivation technique and the bloodline he was born with must far surpass his own. His cultivation method is the best of the holy rank, and at that time, he only had the heavenly rank cultivation method.
But when he was eleven years old, he broke through the delusional realm. After cultivating for ten years, he broke through the Delusional Realm.
Moreover, he just practiced kendo in martial arts.
Lu Xiaoran is cultivating martial arts and formations, medicinal pills, refining weapons, etc. at the same time.
So, strictly speaking, Lu Xiaoran still has to surpass him by a lot.
However, such a perverted guy was finally abused by the child of luck, and even his parents were sacrificed to the sky. How powerful must this child of luck be
Just give up on him
But Wangcai rated him as SSSSS, with a total of five Ss, much stronger than any of his current apprentices.
It is a pity not to accept such a good disciple.
Lu Xiaoran estimated that if he absorbed him, he would definitely be able to improve his cultivation very quickly in a short period of time.
However, in this way, he will offend one more powerful Son of Luck.
Is the benefit worthwhile
For a while, Lu Xiaoran couldn't help but hesitate.
"Um... ."
He rubbed his temples fiercely, trying to calm his mind, but he couldn't calm down.
"Master, have you thought about it? I think he is about to be beaten to death. If it goes on like this, you don't have to think about it."
Lu Xiaoran slapped his head hard and forced himself to wake up.
"Go! Isn't it a child of luck? I have offended so many, and this one is not bad. Take action."
Hearing Lu Xiaoran speak, Yun Lige and Fang Tianyuan shot at the same time.
In an instant, those little beggars were directly dealt with.
Li Changsheng, who had already been beaten on the verge of death, did not thank Yun Lige and the two of them. His eyes were full of ashes.
He had already lost his faith, his faith to live.
His kendo heart has been completely shattered.
He now has no hope of living.
It's just such a lingering life, one day, one day.
Even just now, even if he was beaten to death by a beggar, he would not struggle too much.