The blood-scorching sun hangs above the blue sky, like a flash of bright red among the emerald green. It brings people visual enjoyment and impact at the same time, like a dream. They are amazed and sigh that today is another good weather.
The surrounding white clouds move with the wind, and you don't need to worry about tomorrow in a leisurely manner. You just need to follow the changes in the wind and travel across the vast land. The occasional change of color when angry shows its power that cannot be ignored.
At this time, in a small mountain village, a strong man's rough voice sounded from time to time, "If you can't persist like this, then you will definitely not be able to become a qualified martial artist and a qualified man in the future."
The strong man's face was serious, and there was a long scar on his right cheek, which added to his toughness and bravery. At this time, he was staring angrily, looking like an army instructor, with a burly figure and strong, dark muscles.
They all looked powerful and intimidating. In front of him, more than twenty children under ten years old were running continuously. Looking at their red little faces and the way they were breathing heavily, you knew that these children were already running.
Exhausted.
But there was no pity in the eyes of this strong man, only meticulous seriousness, and the whip in his hand kept beating. Children who couldn't hold on seemed to see the whip in the hands of this strong man.
The most terrifying thing, I don’t know where the strength came from, but I actually persisted again.[
Some adults around them were holding bows and arrows or hoes, and they were looking at these training children with smiles on their faces, because they knew that among these children, the hope of the village would be born.
Plop... At this time, a child seemed to be unable to withstand such rigorous training and threw himself on the ground. Dust rose up and attracted everyone's attention.
Seeing the child fall, the originally serious strong man's eyes showed a trace of worry, but he did not show it. He observed carefully for a moment and then shouted, "Zhang Tao, why don't you get up? Do you want to keep lying on the ground and be laughed at by others?"
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The little boy on the ground had a look of pain on his tiger-headed face, but his eyes were still unyielding. When he heard the strong man's cry, his arms like lotus joints kept exerting force, trying to get up, but after several attempts
They all returned to the earth, as if they never wanted to leave, and sweat dripped from their foreheads.
At this time, another child walked up to Zhang Tao. This child was pretty and took Zhang Tao's right hand with his hand. "Zhang Tao, get up, we can't admit defeat."
With the help of this child, Zhang Tao stood up. Although his body was a little shaken, he at least stabilized his body. "Lin Qian, thank you."
"No need to say thank you, aren't we good friends? Okay, keep working hard, you see Li Qiang and the others have already run ahead." After Lin Qian finished speaking, he took Zhang Tao's hand and ran forward together.
Zhang Tao ignored the dust on his face and followed the pace of his good friend, chasing the group in front with difficulty. At this time, in the laughter of their childlike faces, something called friendship was constantly brewing.
It took root, sprouted, and blossomed in the hearts of the two children.
When the strong man saw this scene, a trace of relief appeared in his eyes, and then he followed quietly. The sun was setting in the blue sky, and the blood was as red as the wash. The sun gradually disappeared on the top of the mountain, full of iron-blooded heroism like the blood of a hero, and as if
The bride-to-be is shy and rosy, tender and rosy, making people unable to take their eyes off her and feel relaxed and happy.
But on an empty flat land, more than twenty children stood staggering around, which really ruined the scenery. It made people shake their heads and sigh, "Today's training is over. Dongyue Continent is a continent where the strong survive. Our Taixiang Village
The future lies with your generation, but our village relies on hunting and farming for a living and is not wealthy, so only one of your twenty-odd children can stand out, go to a big city for further study, and become the dominant leader in the future.
The strong men come back to change the life of our village. This is also the only hope for our Taixiang Village. Do you understand?" The strong man's voice was majestic and powerful, and the children who were exhausted immediately stood up straight.
"Understood!" Although everyone wants to go out and see the world, and can learn internal energy and become a strong man who can fly on roofs, walk on walls and wield swords, but only one of the twenty or so people can become this lucky one. The competition is too great.
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The strong man in front of him is a martial arts master and the instructor of the village. He is responsible for selecting potential talents and then conducting basic training. This is also preparation for the future of the village.
This strong man is called Zhaolong, and I heard that he is well-connected outside. In this remote mountain village, Zhaolong is of course the object of everyone's respect. Just like the code of Dongyue Continent, the strong are respected, and the strong will naturally
will be respected by others.
"Okay, today's training ends here. Tomorrow is your rest day. Li Qiang, Lin Qian, and Zhao Manyu, you three deserve praise. Today's training is very good. Maybe one of you will represent the village's elite in the future.
And you must also learn from them." The strong man praised the three people loudly. Of course, the people who were praised were very proud. How could a child of how old know what a city is? They all focused on their own immature children.
On the face.
Zhang Tao's face was gray and mixed with sweat, and his face could no longer be seen clearly, but the disappointment in his eyes was obvious. Among the more than 20 children, Zhang Tao was considered a poor one. This seemed to be the so-called talent.
It's slowly manifesting itself.
Zhang Tao's father, Zhang Wanli, and his next-door neighbor Lin Hua were close friends. Since distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, the relationship between the two families has always been harmonious, and Lin Qian naturally had a harmonious relationship with Zhang Tao.
Zhang Tao is six years old this year, and so is Lin Qian. The two families originally wanted to get married, but they never thought that both boys would be born, so they could only be brothers. Lin Qian has been very smart since he was a child, can draw inferences about everything, and can think for himself.
He is also well-known in Taixiang Village, and can be said to be the most promising representative among the more than 20 people.
Zhang Tao is a simple and honest person. Although he is not stupid, he is far inferior to Lin Qian in terms of understanding adults' thoughts. Therefore, Lin Qian is quite powerful among children in the village, and both in terms of brain power and physical strength, Lin Qian
It actually developed in an all-round way and was praised by Zhaolong again today.
Perhaps seeing the loneliness in his friend's heart, Lin Qian didn't care about the dust on Zhang Tao's body. Lin Qian directly put his arm around Zhang Tao's thin shoulders and said, "It's okay. Our father will go hunting in the mountains tomorrow. Let's go have fun and relax together."
You can relax and learn. If you can become a great hunter in the future, you can also bring prosperity to the village."[
"Do hunters have the majesty of martial arts masters?" Zhang Tao murmured in his heart, thinking of the time when a white-browed tiger suddenly ran into the village. All the hunters in the village took out weapons to resist, but the white-browed tiger was not comparable to ordinary tigers. It moved as fast as the wind and had great strength.
Daqiu, and the fur on his body was so tough that ordinary bows, arrows, knives and forks were difficult to pierce, but at this time Zhaolong subdued the white-browed tiger with three punches and two kicks. Zhang Tao will never forget that scene.
Lin Qian didn't pay attention to Zhang Tao's thoughts. The two of them just skipped home. Lin Qian's father naturally greeted his son with a proud face. He could hear voices praising his son everywhere. How could Lin Hua not
Are you happy? It is an honor for your son to gain face for you in Taixiang Village.
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When Zhang Tao saw how outstanding Lin Qian was, he felt even more uncomfortable. Maybe his father wouldn't be proud of him? Thinking of this, Zhang Tao's head almost touched his chest.
"Tao'er, you're back? How was your training today?" At this time, a woman came out. This person was Zhang Tao's mother: Chu Xin!
Although Chu Xin is not very old, some gray hair can already be seen in her hair. Although the life in the mountain village is peaceful, her hope for a successful child can make Zhang Tao's parents age prematurely. The years of love will not take into account whether you have private maternal love.
It will only create randomly on your body, and then it will be satisfied with the white hair to prove its existence.
"Eh? Why is your face so gray? Did you fall? Are you injured?" Chu Xin saw her child's appearance and immediately thought of the hard training, which is not something ordinary children can bear.
Regarding his mother's concern, Zhang Tao felt warm in his heart, and his eyes suddenly became sore, as if something was overflowing. No matter where he is, a six-year-old child is still a child.
As soon as Zhang Tao enjoyed the comfort of his mother's arms, his father's sigh was as obvious as thunder. Suddenly, Zhang Tao's body shook slightly. Although he was only six years old, Zhang Tao knew why his father
Sigh, don’t those parents hope that their children will become successful?
And he was at the bottom in every training. How could his father not sigh? Zhang Tao silently vowed in his heart, "No matter what, I will not let my father down, and I will become a son that his father is proud of."
"Okay, Tao'er went and washed his hands and face. We are ready to eat."
Zhang Tao's father, Zhang Wanli, has a strong build and wears animal skins. Zhang Tao has always admired his thick arms. When he was three years old, Zhang Tao liked to fall into his father's hands. He always thought about how big his father's arms were.
What about huge power?
"How was your training today?" Zhang Wanli asked after seeing Zhang Tao finish washing.
"I came in last. I accidentally fell down. The ones who were praised were Lin Qian, Li Qiang and Zhao Manyu." Zhang Tao said in a low voice when he saw his father's dull expression.
"Really? This kid Lin Qian is really capable. Okay, Tao'er, don't worry about it. I'll take you hunting tomorrow to have a good time and let you see the life of a hunter." Zhang Wanli said with a smile, obviously he
No matter how disappointed he was, it could not affect his son. In his heart, there was no hope for his son to become a martial artist, so Zhang Wanli planned to pass on his experience as a hunter to his son, so that he could become an outstanding hunter on his own.
Seeing his father's envious expression, Zhang Tao wanted to work hard...
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