Outside the first martial arts arena, in a secluded corner, a woman was hugging a young boy tightly, her eyes dim with tears, emotional, and choked with sobs several times.
The woman has an extraordinary temperament and a unique classical beauty. Her appearance is not stunning, but she is absolutely attractive. She does not wear any makeup, but she carefully grooms her temples. She has a meticulous seriousness and heroic spirit. Her purple dress is embroidered with blue lines, which sets off a beautiful look.
A sense of mystery and dignity.
It is none other than the thunder girl of the Valley of the Evil—Ling Qingnuma!
The boy she held tightly in her arms was the Young Master of the Villainous Valley who had run away from home for more than 20 years and had completely cut off contact with him—‘Tianleizi’ Zhao Zimo!
Twenty-seven years ago, Zhao Zimo, who was only 16 years old, stole the only nine space scrolls in the Valley of the Wicked. He avoided all tracking and crossed a series of spaces. He left the Valley of the Wicked far away and randomly passed it to the unreached world.
of land.
He left very thoroughly, taking away only the cub of the mysterious wild beast Three-legged Toad, leaving only a short letter - "I don't want to be the 'pet' you raised, I don't want to be raised in a greenhouse, I want to be alone
Grow up and explore the world. I don’t rely on heaven, earth, parents, or background. I only rely on myself and my blood.
Even if I die, my life will not be in vain.
Please respect my choice and do not monitor or search for me unless I return on my own. If you are discovered, you will kill your bloodline and never step into the Valley of the Wicked again for eternity."
His departure brought endless uproar and shock to the Valley of the Wicked, while his sonorous and powerful letter received heartfelt sighs and appreciation from all the 'wicked men'.
The words "Even if I die, I will not live in vain" made people like Chu Kuangfeng applaud repeatedly.
The Valley of the Wicked does not raise 'pets', and the Valley of the Wicked does not raise arrogant and arrogant people. Iron can be forged into steel only by hard work. This is the belief that many unruly people in the Valley of the Wicked abide by. Zhao Zimo can lead by example and leave stubbornly, how can he not let it go?
People admire it?!
Afterwards, the owner of the valley personally ordered that no one should follow him, leaving Zimo with a free and open martial arts journey and a chance to prove himself.
From then on, Zhao Zimo's existence gradually faded into everyone's memory, and Zhao Zimo's appearance was gradually blurred by the years. They only thought of it occasionally and mentioned it occasionally. People would murmur in their hearts: "Young Master, is he still alive?"
As a mother, Ling Qingnuma was proud of her child, proud of the stubbornness and tenacity, proud of the blood and dreams, proud of the bravery and understanding, gritting her teeth and refusing to send people to investigate, she endured
He was too careful not to send someone to inquire.
But in the dead of night, why didn’t I shed tears?
In the end, I just cruelly pretended that I had never given birth to such a child.
It's been twenty-seven years, exactly twenty-seven years. If it weren't for the portrait of Zhao Zimo when he was a boy hanging in her room, she would almost not be able to remember what her child looked like.
"You are finally back, my child, my mother is so proud of you!!" Ling Qingnum hugged Zhao Zimo tightly, not wanting to let go for a moment, and the hazy tears in her eyes eventually flowed down.
In just twenty-five years, he was promoted from a low-level Martial King to a high-level Martial Lord!
The pet three-legged toad that I carry with me has been promoted to the semi-sacred realm!
It doesn’t depend on heaven or earth, it doesn’t depend on parents or background.
He does not have the protection of the Valley of Evil, so naturally he will not have the treasures of heaven and earth to serve as 'snacks', nor the treasures of spiritual liquid to soak the pure body. He will not have the noble saints to personally experience and guide him, and he will not have precious
Environment to temper and temper.
He is not like the secret heir of any force, unlike the prince of the kingdom or the treasure of the ancient tribe. He has walked step by step, in the wilderness and between life and death, firmly and truly.
How not to make people excited, how not to make people proud!
If it weren't for the high stakes of this alliance incident, Ling Qingnum might have directly informed the whole valley and celebrated wildly. Chu Kuangfeng also carefully arranged for his close associates and only informed himself to avoid causing unnecessary sensation.
"I'm not back, I'm here to compete." Zhao Zimo, as indifferent and calm as ever, slowly pushed his mother away, took two steps back, and distanced herself.
"What?" Ling Qingnum gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"I gave myself a new name, Zhao Zimo! My current identity is that of a mountain wilder, not the young master of the Valley of the Wicked, nor the child of a saint. Standing in the Valley of the Wicked today, I am just a contestant from the wilderness.
By.
I am just me, I am still me. I don’t need any help, let alone any charity from you. No matter now or in the future, if you really treat me as your son, please respect my
choose."
"You are now a high-level Martial Lord. You have completely proved yourself and proved yourself very well. No one will question your ability anymore. You can come back.
You are now in the high-level Martial Master realm. Going from Martial Master to Semi-Saint is a crucial hurdle in the martial arts journey. It even determines your chances of becoming a saint in the future. I will talk to your father, your uncles, and even the Pure Land Chenyuan Pavilion.
Please contact us and we will gather all our strength to help you pass this hurdle."
Ling Qingnuma finally hoped that her child would come back, but she would not let him go so easily again.
Zhao Zimo frowned, his face slightly gloomy: "Do you know why I left? I just don't want to see you like this, I'm afraid to see you like this!! I just want to rely on myself, I don't want to rely on the background
, I hope that everything can be fought for by myself, relying on my own hands! Even if I lose, I will accept it, even if I die, I will accept it. Does becoming a saint have to rely on the family? There must be guidance from saints.
? I don’t believe it!! I believe in myself!”
"and you……"
"If you still treat me as a son and hope that I will grow up better, please let me go. Please don't put any shackles on me and don't let me have any burden." Zhao Zimo said very calmly, but his words were very harsh.
firm.
Ling Qingnuma opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
"I don't care about a semi-saint or a saint who was cultivated by secret methods!! I would rather use my own efforts and the opportunities I create to get the treasure for myself. Even if I end up being a semi-saint forever in this life, I will be proud of it.
Accept it! I'm proud of myself!!" Zhao Zimo looked calm, took two steps back, and bent deeply towards Ling Qingnum: "Please... let go..."
After a long stare and a long silence, Ling Qingnuma's heart trembled, her eyes blurred, and all the complexity turned into a bitter smile: "If you tell your father these words in person, he will definitely be very happy."
Zhao Zimo straightened up and looked at her calmly: "I will make you proud, make you prouder than you are today. You are my mother, please believe me."
Ling Qingnum suddenly felt a little tired and waved his hand feebly: "You... then... when will you really come back?"
"When I really want to come back, when the Valley of the Wicked needs me, I will come back, I promise." Zhao Zimo couldn't bear it, but he was firm in his martial arts, and he never wanted to become a hothouse flower.
"Okay, it's up to you." Ling Qingnum looked at the bustling first martial arts arena in the distance: "Are you friends with Tang Yan?"
"Have you investigated me?"
"No, don't get me wrong. Just now Chu Kuangfeng sent someone to inform me. I asked a person in charge of Tianyan by the way, and he said a few words briefly. Don't worry, I won't investigate you too much and stop here.
Won’t go any deeper.”
"thank you."
Ling Qingnum hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but ask: "Do you know about Tang Yan?"
"He has a bit of a rogue personality, and tends to be cunning in dealing with things. He laughs and curses casually, but he is trustworthy and can be a good friend." Zhao Zimo showed a slight smile. Although it passed briefly, it was already very rare: "
Tang Yan, Du Yang, Long Li, Chocolate...many people, we are all friends, we share hardships together, I cherish this friendship, really...I cherish it..."
Ling Qingnum finally saw a smile on the corner of Zhao Zimo's mouth. She also smiled and nodded vigorously: "Okay! Okay! I am actually satisfied to see you alive. I will give you some more time, please be nice."
Work hard and continue your journey. Before you truly return, the Valley of the Wicked is the Valley of the Wicked, and you are you. We have nothing to do with each other, and we will not deliberately provide you with any help. Even today's meeting does not exist."
"Thank you for your understanding!!" This is exactly what Zhao Zimo expected.
"Come on, let me hug you again." Ling Qingnum sighed quietly, hugged Zhao Zimo, and patted his shoulder gently: "Take care, come on, the moment you left, you were the hero in my mother's heart.
, your father and I are both proud of you! Really!! Son, we are proud of you!”
Zhao Zimo's heart trembled slightly, and he suppressed the warmth and haziness in the corners of his eyes.
"Okay, let's go, have a good experience of this game, you will gain something."
Zhao Zimo collected his emotions and turned to leave, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and looked back at his mother: "You just..."
Ling Qingnuma turned his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "What's wrong? Is there something else?"
"My father is not in the Valley of the Wicked?" Zhao Zimo remembered that his mother had just said, 'What would happen if my father were here?' Thinking about it carefully, it felt wrong.
"Oh, he's not here. He's been gone for a while."
"Where have you gone?"
"Went to a far away place."
"What?!"
"Don't get excited, it's not what you think. Your father, the master of Chenyuan Pavilion in Pure Land, and the guardian of the academy, went to a special place together to prepare for this alliance in advance."
A special place? Worthy of the three Holy Land Lords going there in person? Zhao Zimo frowned slightly, but without asking any more questions, he said "take care" again, quietly left, and after several twists and turns, returned to the first martial arts arena.