One thousand six hundred and thirty-nine, the three young masters of the Wang family
Ninefold Dragon Sky, Western Region!
This is an extremely desolate area. There are often no human beings for miles around. Even some lone thieves have never been interested in this place because there is no oil or water in this place at all.
In this desolate area, there is a small village. A small river passes along the village, adding a bit of vitality to this remote village.
Bang bang bang bang...
A young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, stood by the river and threw stones into the river boredly, making the sound of stone flakes floating across the river from time to time.
This young man looks rather ugly, with flaring ears, a sunken nose, huge lips, and a protruding forehead that looks like a longevity peach. If some ordinary children saw it, they might be frightened to the point of crying.
"Alas... I have been practicing this technique that my cousin secretly gave me for three months, but there is still no improvement. It seems that I, Wang Zilang, really have no chance to practice!"
After the ugly boy threw a stone again, he retracted his palm and seemed to be running some kind of skill. However, he couldn't see a trace of pulse energy from his palm, so he couldn't help but murmur to himself melancholy.
This young man's name is Wang Zilang. In fact, he comes from a rather noble background. He is not a native of this village called Wuhuang. He is the third young master of the Wang family in Yulong City, which is hundreds of miles away.
It's a pity that Wang Zilang has been diagnosed as having an innate and inexhaustible pulse since the day he was born, and it is a special type of innate and inexhaustible pulse. It is impossible to cultivate even a trace of the pulse energy.
Among the families of Jiuzhong Longxiao, it doesn't matter if you are ugly. As long as you have strong cultivation talent, who dares to judge your appearance?
But when a dignified third young master of the Wang family cannot cultivate pulse energy and is so ugly, the situation is completely different.
Just like the Zhao family's spiritual pill in Qianlong Continent, because it would turn into a flesh ball from time to time, the Zhao family's relatives regarded him as a monster. In the end, even his own biological father and biological brother had to put him at risk.
Death place.
The situation of Wang Zilang was actually better than that of Lingwan. When he reached adulthood and still had not developed pulse energy, he was sent directly to the Wuhuang Village. The dignified third young master of the Wang family ended up like this.
In fact, it is also because the current Wang family in Yulong City is not the only one of Wang Zilang's lineage. It has internal and external troubles. Who would care about such a waste who cannot practice?
This is undoubtedly a relief for Wang Zilang. As the saying goes, out of sight is out of mind. The farther away from those snobbish Wang family members, the less humiliation they will have to suffer, right?
However, Wang Zilang never gave up hope. Over the years, he kept changing his techniques to see if there was any technique that could miraculously cultivate his innate pulse energy.
However, the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. During the period when he was sent to Wuhuang City, Wang Zilang changed several skills, but he was still disappointed.
Three months ago, a cousin from the second wife of the Wang family sent Wang Zilang a technique that was quite suitable for beginners to practice, which made him excited for several days.
It's a pity that three months have passed, and Wang Zilang has become very familiar with the operation route of this technique, but there is still no sign of pulse energy in his body.
Even though Wang Zilang knew that diseases such as congenital terminal pulse could already be called terminal diseases in mainland China, yet another disappointment still made him feel melancholy and he did not even want to return to the village.
"Huh? What is that?"
Just when Wang Zilang was feeling extremely depressed, his eyes suddenly turned and he murmured. Then, in the river where he could see, a figure like a floating corpse suddenly appeared.
Gudu!
Just when Wang Zilang thought that it might be a corpse that accidentally drowned upstream, he suddenly saw an inconspicuous bubble appearing in front of the head of the "corpse".
"Is he still alive?"
Although Wang Zilang did not have pulse energy cultivation, his eyes were still very good, and he also knew that if it was really a dead body, it would definitely not be able to breathe, and it would be impossible to create blisters.
Even the blisters might be a coincidence, spit out by a big fish at the bottom of the river, but Wang Zilang was kind-hearted and decided to fish out the body and take a look first.
Wang Zilang looked around, ran to a short distance and dragged a long pole, and then, using all his strength, he panted and moved the body to the shore.
When Wang Zilang dragged a wet body to the shore, he was out of breath from exhaustion. After all, he was only a young man and had no pulse to support him. It was really a big effort.
"Surprise...really not dead!"
After Wang Zilang took a few deep breaths, he finally put his hand to the man's nose. When he didn't feel the breath, he pressed it on his jugular.
And when Wang Zilang felt the faint beating, he jumped up as if he was frightened. He secretly thought that this guy was really lucky. He didn't know how long he had been floating in the water, but he didn't drown.
It's simply a miracle.
"You look to be a few years older than me, and you seem to be a miserable person as well!"
Wang Zilang took a look at the half-dead body. When he saw that this was just a handsome young man wearing coarse clothes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.
So without much hesitation, Wang Zilang directly stretched out his hand and pressed the young man's abdomen. After pressing for dozens of times, the man spit out a large mouthful of sewage.
However, even though he vomited out the turbid water in his chest and abdomen, the young man in rough clothes still did not wake up. He must have been unconscious for too long and needed a period of recovery.
"Zi Lang, are you lazy again? Have you finished carrying water today?"
Just when Wang Zilang was staring at the young man in rough clothes, a familiar voice suddenly came from the direction of the village entrance, making him tremble and look in the direction of the sound.
Upon looking at it, I saw an extremely thick figure walking quickly. He looked to be in his twenties. He had a rough look on his face, and he didn't look like a good person at first glance.
"Brother Hu, I rescued a person in the river, so I was delayed!"
Seeing the thick figure approaching quickly, Wang Zilang naturally wouldn't say that he was feeling melancholy. He stayed in a daze by the river for a while, and could only blame the reason on the guy who was fished out of the river.
Snap!
Unexpectedly, just after Wang Zilang said a word, he was slapped with a whip on the face. It turned out that it was the strong Hu Ge who waved his right hand lightly, and the long whip in his hand struck Wang Zilang on the face like a spiritual snake.
Immediately a trail of blood appeared.
The strong man named Brother Hu is named Zeng Lianhu, and his father is the village chief of Wuhuang Village. It is worth mentioning that although Wuhuang Village is extremely remote, the village chief and his son are two genuine people.
Cultivators.
Wuhuang Village belongs to Yulong City hundreds of miles away, and the village chief Zeng Changshou was originally a slave of the Wang family. Because of his ability, he was sent to take charge of Wuhuang Village. Although he didn't have much money, he was still a powerful person.
When they were in the Wang family, the Zeng family did not dare to do anything to Wang Zilang, the third young master of the Wang family. However, when Wang Zilang came of age and had no trace of pulse energy, and was sent down to Wuhuang Village by the family, they became a little unscrupulous.
A good-for-nothing young master who was abandoned by his family is probably worse than some branch clan members, or even some well-established family slaves. In this continent, strength is respected after all.
Especially here is Jiuzhong Longxiao, a useless person with no cultivation. It is okay to be born in an ordinary family, but to be born in a prestigious family like the Wang family is simply a shame.
Therefore, both the Zeng family and his son believed that Wang Zilang, who was suffering from a congenital disease, would never have a chance to turn around again in this life. He had transformed from a former domestic slave into a superior who could bully the third young master of the Wang family at will. This Zeng family
Father and son have always enjoyed this.
"Zi Lang, you have to remember that you are no longer the third young master of the Wang family, but a handyman in my Wuhuang Village. If you can't finish the water today, you won't be able to eat at night!"
Seeing that this third young master of the Wang family, who was always lazy, dared to find excuses, Zeng Lianhu immediately became unhappy. After whipping Wang Zilang, he still felt that he still had some unfulfilled feelings and sneered.
Although this Zeng Lianhu only had spiritual pulse level cultivation, he was far from being able to compete with Wang Zilang who had no cultivation. Moreover, this was not the first time this happened, so he could only say nothing, but he could not compete with him.
The shape doesn't have much action.
"Brother Hu, as it is said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, can you let me help him back to the village first and then come over to fetch water?"
Wang Zilang endured the severe pain on his face and pointed at the young man in rough clothes lying on the ground. The words that came out of his mouth finally made Zeng Lianhu turn his attention to the young man.
"Why are you saving this half-dead guy?"
Zeng Lianhu had a cold heart, and subconsciously wanted to go against Wang Zilang, but just as he spoke in a cold voice, his eyes lit up and he turned his attention to the waist of the young man in rough clothes.
There, there was a rather gorgeous waistband around the young man's waist. After seeing this waistband, Zeng Lianhu immediately changed his mind, secretly thinking that this time, he might make a lot of money.
"Do you still want to eat? Why don't you go fetch some water?"
Zeng Lianhu suppressed the greed in his heart, then turned his head with a cold face and pointed at the bucket over there. The words that came out of his mouth made Wang Zilang feel a little embarrassed.
"Then he..."
Wang Zilang had a pure heart, and he really wanted to save people to the end. At this moment, he couldn't help but think that even if he didn't eat at night, he had to put the young man in place first.
"You can rest assured that this guy has been handed over to me. I promise to save him!"
As if he was a little impatient, Zeng Lianhu waved his hand towards Wang Zilang, and then impatiently carried the rough-clothed boy on his shoulders, and soon disappeared at the entrance of the village in the distance.