"Hehe, the old man actually sealed a cup of fine wine for so many years!"
In the majestic palace, a young man untied a cup of fine wine that had been sealed for many years, squinted his eyes, and couldn't help but feel comfortable.
"This time, I, Ling Feng, can benefit a lot."
He hummed softly, held the cup of wine, drank it down in one gulp, and smashed his mouth. Unfortunately, there was no taste.
"Ouch..."
suddenly!
Ling Feng screamed, and his body, as strong as a holy soldier, suddenly set on fire. Even if a powerful golden sun emerged from his body, he could not stop that kind of self-burning.
Immediately, his flesh and blood disintegrated, his eyes went black, and his consciousness fell into the darkness of wonton...
Shenwu Continent, Lingwu Academy, at the foot of the mountain.
The sun sets in the west and the autumn wind blows.
A thatched house with bright surroundings and an old bamboo bed that creaked and trembled as if it might collapse at any time.
"Ouch, it hurts..."
Lingfeng's mouth was dry, his hands and feet were numb and cold, and his whole body seemed to be torn apart, especially his head and chest, as if his flesh and blood had been torn apart, even his eyelids were as heavy as mountains, and there was darkness all around.
"Ma Dan, I didn't expect that I, Ling Feng, would burn myself to death because of a broken cup of wine!"
Ling Feng is the Martial Saint!
He has outstanding talent. He became a martial arts disciple at the age of four. He joined the martial arts master at the age of six. He suppressed the younger generation of the Holy Mountain at the age of seven. At the age of thirty, he entered the realm of martial arts and became the youngest martial saint in the history of the entire Holy Mountain.
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That year, he secretly sneaked into the Hidden Gong Palace of the Holy Mountain and looked through all the Kung Fu techniques. Finally, he found an ancient wine in the secret room of the Hidden Gong Palace, which had been sealed for many years, so he became very sad.
's self-immolation.
"Ouch..."
Suddenly, Ling Feng's head felt a sharp pain, and a stream of mixed information suddenly poured in, making him dizzy.
"I, Ling Feng, am not dead yet, I am actually reborn!"
That mixed information came from a young man, the owner of this body.
What surprised Ling Feng was that this boy was also named Ling Feng. He was only nine years old, but his fate was even more miserable than his.
Ling Feng has been lonely since he was a child and was abandoned on the street. On a cold winter day, a girl named Ling Qing picked him up from the snow and revived him with her body.
The name Ling Feng came from Ling Qing, which means cool breeze.
In Shenwu Continent, martial arts are promoted and gods are worshiped. Warriors have nine realms: martial disciple, warrior, martial master, martial spirit, martial emperor, martial saint, martial master, martial god, and martial emperor.
Even the weakest warrior can break rocks and cut waves, and the most terrifying Martial Emperor can even turn rivers upside down and shake the world to its core. Of course, that is the ultimate realm of all warriors.
Therefore, in Shenwu Continent, every young man will become a warrior as his biggest dream in life.
However, Ling Feng's body is weak and his meridians are strange. Although he can practice martial arts, his body and meridians cannot withstand the warrior's true energy and will collapse at the first touch.
To put it bluntly, it’s glass veins!
"What a waste body. I miss me, Ling Feng, the youngest Martial Saint, to be reborn in such a waste body." Ling Feng couldn't speak, but his consciousness was very clear.
You cannot practice martial arts with glass veins. Once the martial art is activated, the warrior's true energy in the meridians will shatter the meridians and flesh and blood, killing you in an instant. This is a kind of constitution that cannot be used again.
But unfortunately, he was reborn in such a useless body.
Young Ling Feng died tragically because of this!
Since childhood, Ling Feng and Ling Qing have been dependent on each other for life. For Ling Feng, his life was saved by Ling Qing.
Ling Qing has always loved him very much. Lingwu Academy will distribute a spiritual nourishing pill every month, but every time Ling Qing just takes a small bite and takes the rest down the mountain for him to eat, hoping to cure him.
His glass veins.
This made Ling Feng very touched. He respected and loved Ling Qing very much and regarded her as more important than his own life. Unfortunately, how could glass veins be cured by a few soul nourishing pills?!
Just three days ago, three outer disciples of Lingwu Academy spoke rudely to Ling Qing and insulted her as a black-bone spirit, which angered Ling Feng.
They can insult him as a waste, but they can never insult his little sister Ling Qing.
Those are Ling Feng's reverse scales, which will be injured if touched.
Ling Feng was so angry that his face turned purple, he gnashed his teeth, and took action with anger. As a result, the warrior's true energy in his body went berserk, shattering his meridians, and he died tragically.
"Sister, you will be lonely alone, right?"
The last trace of obsession of the young Ling Feng also disintegrated and dissipated...
"Lonely siblings!"
Ling Feng sighed softly. From the memory of the young Ling Feng, he learned that Ling Qing was also an orphan. He lost his parents when he was three years old and was raised by his grandmother.
However, when she was five years old, her grandmother also passed away, leaving her alone and helpless.
That year, she traveled alone across mountains and rivers to arrive at Shenwu Academy. With strong willpower, she climbed Lingwu Mountain and passed the exam to enter Lingwu Academy.
Later, Ling Qing picked up a baby. Her whole body was swollen with pain and her face was bruised. She put the baby in her arms and used her body to warm the baby to life.
That baby was Ling Feng, and it was precisely because of this that Ling Feng was weak and sickly.
At this point, they were alone and dependent on each other.
A few days ago, Ling Feng's bloodline collapsed, and it was she who carried Ling Feng back with her frail body.
Ling Feng's body was cold, so she used her petite body to hug Ling Feng tightly. She was so cold that she never let go.
In the middle of the night, she shed tears and called Ling Feng's name affectionately again and again until she fell asleep.
That was the first time Ling Feng saw the young lady cry, and it was also the last time he saw her cry...
"I, Ling Feng, am a Martial Saint with amazing talents, but now, I want to live for you once!"
On the bamboo bed, two lines of tears fell from the corners of Lingfeng's eyes.
The former martial saint Ling Feng stepped on the geniuses with his feet, shook the elders with his fists, and shone brightly in the sky.
Now, he was reborn in a useless body, his meridians were shattered, and he was even more disabled than before.
However, he has to live again.
Not only for himself, but also for the lonely "little sister".
"I took a peek at the Holy Mountain Techniques, three thousand volumes. Since the meridians have been abolished, let's start with body training and embark on the path of martial arts step by step."
Ling Feng was silent for a moment, and then murmured.
Refining the body and entering the Tao!
There was once such a person whose meridians were shattered, but with great perseverance, he survived the hardship and climbed to the top step by step.
That peerless figure is the Holy Lord of the Holy Mountain!
"Squeak"
The rough bamboo door of the thatched house was pushed open, and a petite, frail figure walked in.
"Crack" a pile of firewood fell to the ground.
"Xiao Feng, are you awake...are you awake?"
A clear and choked voice sounded next to Ling Feng's ears, and a young girl stiffened and stood on the spot.
Drops of clear tears dripped down her thin face. She cried with joy, Ling Feng came back to life.