The wind is surging in the Eastern Wasteland, the undercurrent is surging in the Southern Tomb, and the strong men from the North are coming.
The emergence of the Holy See has affected the entire Holy King Continent.
Compared to several other areas, Southland is extremely peaceful.
Tiannan.
Luck is like mist, the land of demons, Qing Cang, True Dragon Realm, Seven Tombs of Evil Sect...all kinds of mysterious places make up today's Tiannan.
This day.
Wu Lingling, Xiaozhu and the others ran back from the Northland like crazy.
The inheritance of the underworld is still going on, but they obviously can't stay any longer.
Besides, in the eyes of Xiaozhu and the others, Tiannan is their territory, and they cannot leave it for too long.
"Lingling, you go patrol the left side, and I'll patrol the right side."
Xiaozhu shouted.
"good."
"This is our territory, and the boys must take care of it."
"good."
"If you are disobedient again, you can tell me."
"good."
"Can you say a few more words?"
"Aqing is back, I don't want to patrol anymore."
Wu Lingling muttered.
"Hey, your situation is too small.
Now that the younger brother is back, we should be even more vigilant, what if the younger brother doesn’t let us become the boss?"
Xiaozhu is so angry.
"Isn't the boss the strongest?"
"Our situation is special..." "Okay, everything you said is right."
Wu Lingling sighed and immediately raised her head: "Do you eat bugs?"
"I am a bamboo, insects eat me."
"..." Wu Lingling shook her head and ran away.
Xiaozhu snorted, held up the lotus leaf, and took steps as if he didn't recognize his relatives.
Walking along the way, you feel like a king inspecting his territory.
"Well, after a few days since my little brother came back, Tiannan has become more and more prosperous. Big brother, I'm very pleased."
Xiaozhu put his hands on his hips and laughed.
Everyone around them had their mouths twitching.
Um.
As long as Xiaozhu is happy.
...The fight for the Holy Seat in the Eastern Wasteland is getting more intense.
Although some people from Tiannan also went to fight for it, the people in Donghuang found that Tiannan didn't seem to be that interested. This made the monks in Donghuang somewhat suspect that Tiannan was plotting something.
But what they don't know is.
Tiannan monks, the Northland has the underworld to inherit, the Eastland has the place of origin, not to mention the Southland, Tiannan is now like a fairyland outside the world.
It's not that they don't want to fight for the Holy See, but they are just too busy! Besides.
In the eyes of many Tiannan monks, the powerful Holy See has not yet appeared.
Moreover, if you seize the Holy See, won’t you be able to take it back before you become a saint?
So they are really not in a hurry.
Even Yu Xiaoqing and the others occupied Huangquan, but everyone went up to sit on the Three Holy Seats of Yama, not thinking about whether to inherit the Holy Seat completely... The feeling of being so wealthy is obviously not something that outsiders can understand.
at the same time.
Under the sky.
Su Xuan and Su Nianxie were enveloped in circles of light.
The avenue is full, and the consciousness sinks into the unknown illusion.
Su Xuan has opened the endless dream and rebuilt Su Nianxie's faith.
...Qingshui Country.
Wucheng is a world where martial arts is respected.
"boom!"
A young man fell heavily to the ground.
"Haha, Su Nianxie, you are a waste! They say a tiger father has no dogs, but you are worse than a dog!"
The jeers continued.
Many people around looked at the young boy in civilian clothes who fell to the ground. There was no sympathy in their eyes, only ridicule and disdain.
The young man’s name is Su Nianxie.
The son of the patriarch of the most powerful family in Qingshui Country.
The leader of the clan is the Martial Saint of Qingshui Kingdom, who holds a high and powerful position.
but.
Su Nianxie had mediocre qualifications since childhood. Although he was the son of a martial saint, he was extremely disliked and his status was extremely low.
"I, Su Nianxie, will never be like this forever!"
The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up and walked out.
The jeers all around were even louder.
"The patriarch really gave birth to a waste!"
"I heard that the patriarch is planning to expel him from the family tree!"
"Well done, our Su family shouldn't have such trash!"
Su Nianxie gritted her teeth and forced herself not to turn her head.
A father should not be a father! Su Nianxie can only strive for self-improvement! Su Nianxie has known since he was a child that the only person he can rely on in this world is himself! "Grandpa told me that martial arts is in the heart, not in qualifications! My qualifications are mediocre, but I have a strong heart in martial arts.
Don’t be weak to anyone!”
Su Nianxie walked out of the majestic Su Clan compound, and his small figure disappeared into the crowd.
The edge of Wucheng.
In a desolate courtyard.
This is the old Su house! The Su clan was not strong in the past, but the current prosperity of the Su clan is due to the head of the Wu Sheng clan.
When Su Wusheng was young, he did not get along with his family and was even expelled from the Su clan.
For this reason, the Su Wu Sheng Order established a lineage, while the original Su clan completely declined.
"grandfather."
Su Nianxie ran into Su's house.
A rickety old man sat in the small courtyard.
His body was full of decay, but his slightly swaying body seemed to contain the true meaning of powerful martial arts.
"Have you met your father?"
the old man asked.
"No, he doesn't want to see me."
Su Nianxie looked sad.
The old man was silent and continued: "It seems that he is determined to expel you from the Sioux tribe."
Su Nianxie shuddered, and then looked at the old man with clear eyes: "He can single-handedly create the Su clan today, and so can I!"
"Haha, grandpa is very pleased that you have such confidence."
The old man laughed, stood up and touched Su Nianxie's head, saying: "Don't let your martial arts practice fall behind today."
"Ten years are like one day, and I will never forget it!"
Su Nianxie shouted.
The sun sets in the west.
The young man who was sweating profusely practiced martial arts, but his performance was mediocre.
The old man stood on the edge with a serious expression.
"The way of martial arts, tempering flesh, blood, body and bones! Strong physical body, strong martial arts! You are born with mediocre qualifications, so you have to work twice as hard as ordinary people!"
The old man shouted sternly: "Su Nianxie, tell me why you practice martial arts!"
"We should help the strong and support the weak, and stick to our hearts!"
The boy yelled.
The old man continued: "Your father has been very brave and fierce throughout his life. He believes that force can solve everything. You must not imitate him!"
"yes!"
"The most powerful martial arts is never just for yourself, but also for the common people and the mountains and rivers!"
The old man warned: "When you truly understand what martial arts is, no matter how mediocre your qualifications are, martial arts will still flourish!"
Su Nianxie was shocked, and persistence appeared in his eyes: "Grandpa, I will work hard!"
In the dead of night when people are quiet.
The lights in the old man's house gradually went out.
The coughing sound kept coming.
Su Nianxie stood quietly outside the door, her eyes full of worry.
In the entire Su residence, there were only their grandfather and grandson, and a butler.
The old man's health is very bad.
If the Sioux people are willing to come up with medicine for treatment, the old man can live for a few more years.
but.
Su Nianxie went to seek help several times but to no avail.
"When a person becomes stronger, will he really be so heartless?"
Su Nianxie said to himself.
But soon.
Su Nianxie shook his head: "No, he is him, and I am me! In this life, I, Su Nianxie, will look up to the world and live up to the people around me!"
The next day.
Su Nianxie got up early and headed towards the Su clan again.
In the courtyard.
The old man walked out of the house, a trace of unbearability flashed across his old face.
but.
The old man closed his eyes slightly, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
"Nianxie, you have to be strong."
The old man murmured to himself, his appearance was exactly what Su Xuan looked like when he was old.