Deep in the mountains, the blue star-weaving grass is softly connected together, dancing in the wind like wheat waves. When the sun shines down, it looks like a sky-blue ocean.
After many years, there has been almost no change here. It is still so remote and so poor, although the princess feels that the dreamlike scenery here is very beautiful.
If there are really some changes here, it is that the original "shanty town" has become bigger, with dozens of households turning into hundreds. People no longer need to live in shanty towns because there are already buildings next to the collection area.
The small bungalow is quite beautifully built.
The villagers still rely on collecting for a living, but at least now every household has a variety of sharp cutting tools, and there are also simple transportation vehicles on the road. The most important thing is that everyone finally does not have to work so hard, and they no longer have to suffer from the cold.
Hungry.
It was only at this time that various scenes from his childhood emerged in front of his eldest brother. He remembered Hu Zi who rushed into the fire desperately and carried him out, but he didn't find Hu Zi. What he found was an old grave.
The tomb is built under a big star-woven tree at the foot of the mountain. The tombstones are not made of boards, but are directly embedded with rough stone slabs.
The eldest brother remembers this place. He and Huzi planted the saplings with their own hands. Now the saplings have grown into towering trees, but the Huzi people are gone.
After many years of wind and rain, the writing on the tombstone has been blurred for most of it, but the four words "Tomb of Hu Zi" can still be vaguely read.
The eldest brother was very sad for a while. Although he knew that the life of a source energy user was much longer than that of ordinary people, he heard from the old man in the village that Huzi died when he was 20 years old. The reason was that people from nearby villages came to occupy the collection point.
In order to protect the children in the village, Huzi was unfortunately stabbed to death in a fight...
Like him, Huzi almost didn't even have a surname. He had no name during his lifetime and no name after his death. If it weren't for the four words on the tombstone, no one would know that there was a young man named Huzi buried under the tombstone.
The eldest brother caressed the tombstone and felt sad. After all, Huzi did not wait for the day when he came back to meet each other. Even if he came back today, he would not have achieved success or fame. He had been struggling all his life, and in the end he still got this kind of thing.
Unexplainable hesitation and confusion...
After leaving the cemetery, the eldest brother was about to go to the capital of the kingdom. When passing by the collection area, he suddenly found a ragged girl figure in the sun, harvesting star weaving grass skillfully. He was very familiar with this harvesting movement of lowering his head and pulling, because he used to be
Came here like this.
The eldest brother was moved by the scene and couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "How are you?"
The girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, with dark skin and rough hands, but she had a cheerful smile on her face, and she obviously didn't care about such hard work of gathering.
The eldest brother looked at her hand: "Hello, little girl, can you let me take a look at your knife?"
The girl hesitated, but still handed him the knife.
When the dark golden knife fell into the palm of his hand, the blood in the elder brother's body suddenly boiled. He always felt familiar just now and wondered if he had seen it wrong, but now he finally saw it clearly. The central part of the front of the blade.
It is really engraved with a delicate "D" character, and the other side of the blade is also engraved with a line of delicate words:
"What a blessing it is to be together, what a sorrow to be apart, what joy there is to live, and what sorrow there is to die!"
This knife was exactly the claw knife that he personally presented to Huzi when he left here. Unexpectedly, it was still there.
The eldest brother suppressed the excitement in his heart: "Little girl, how did you get this knife?"
The girl smiled, her smile looking happy and proud: "This was given to me by a big brother."
The eldest brother was suddenly stunned: "Brother? Which eldest brother?"
The girl smiled and said: "Yes, that's Big Brother. Not just one person, but everyone who has used this knife is called 'Big Brother'."
"Why?" The eldest brother was curious.
The girl put away her smile and said seriously: "They all said that this knife was left by a hero many years ago. It has been passed down to many generations. The first person to use this knife was called Big Brother.
Big brother said, this knife must be reserved for those who really need it, and it must be taken care of
Save it, use it, and care for it. Every generation of owners of this knife has fought, worked hard, and protected for everyone. They are all worthy of the previous one's entrustment and inheritance. No matter who gets this knife, they must
Should shoulder one's own responsibilities and mission, and go on bravely..."
The girl was describing eloquently, but the elder brother's eyes were moist at this moment. He remembered Huzi's promise to him before leaving: he would definitely use this knife well to help the people in the village and do his best.
Let everyone live a good life...
Huzi must have done it. He didn't know who came after him, but he believed that every inheritor must be like Huzi and leave it to those who really need it. That "big brother" will definitely do his best for it.
Fighting...
The eldest brother did not expect that his random act of thought would be praised as a heroic deed by the people here. This knife would actually be passed down from generation to generation, and it would be endowed with such a noble and profound meaning.
At this moment, the eldest brother couldn't help but think of his own life.
What have I been doing all this time?
What I did was just practice and practice and practice again, and then fight and kill each other. I thought this was the so-called hard work. I fought and killed for eighty years, so-called success and fame, so-called greatness.
Target, it seems like a joke now. Is he not even as good as the girl in front of me? Is he too far behind "Huzi" and the others?
At this moment, all the confusion and hesitation of the elder brother suddenly disappeared. He controlled his emotions and returned the knife to the girl: "Little girl, what is your name?"
The girl seemed even happier: "Haha, my surname is Ding. My name is Ding Wenhe. Uncle, you can just call me Wenhe."
The eldest brother also smiled: "Miss Wenhe, you don't need to call me uncle, just call me eldest brother."
"Big brother?" Ding Wenhe was startled, as if he thought of something, and said in surprise: "This is the first time I've seen you in the village. Are you the big brother..."
The eldest brother interrupted her with a smile: "I'm definitely not, but I envy you very much. Your surname is Ding and you just got this knife. Maybe one day, I will also have such a knife, and maybe this knife
It will also become famous all over the world and become the glory of the kingdom..."
Half a year later, the Martial Arts Conference was held as scheduled at the Royal Martial Arts Plaza in the Kingdom's capital. A total of more than 12,000 energy users from five countries gathered together to share in this grand event.
The competition is very simple. If you feel that you are unambiguous, go directly to the fighting stage in the square. If you are beaten down, you will lose. The one standing at the end will be the final strong one. There is only one rule: until the point is reached.
The rewards offered by the kingdom are also very generous. Of course, the source energy users themselves are not short of money and other external things. What everyone really values is the glory of the strongest king. Once he becomes famous and reaches the top of the clouds, he will be known all over the world.
This is the last day of the grand event. The martial arts square is not only crowded with people, but also on the viewing platform in the distance, the royal family, nobles and prominent figures from the sect forces are all here, waiting for the source energy powerhouse who will finally reach the top to appear.
There are only two people with the highest reputation for being strong in this period. One is Tianqing of the Kingdom. This person has made countless contributions in the long war with the enemy. He has a solid foundation and rich experience. He is a light-speed source energy user and has the level of War Lord.
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The other one is Yu Xingyang from the extraterrestrial demonic country. This person is equally impressive. He is a heat-type warrior who has risen rapidly in recent years. The "Phaseless Divine Sword" in his hand is said to be specially made of rare alien materials.
A sharp tool created.
Both of them passed five levels and eliminated a large number of masters to enter the final battle. At this time, the official has rang the bell in the square, and the decisive battle has begun!
The fighting stage hangs in the center of the square and can be clearly seen from all directions. The two figures did not go up the inclined ladder, but floated up. They were obviously very powerful.
Tian Qing has long been ready to go, and the long sword in his hand flickers into a brilliant sword flower. He is sitting on the home court, his combat experience is unparalleled, and he is favored and valued by the royal family. He is full of confidence to win this battle.
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In comparison, Yu Xingyang looked very young, but he seemed more stable. He crossed his hands, and the Wuxiang Divine Sword was held in his arms. He didn't even take out the sheath. It felt like he didn't hold the Azure Sky Sword.
It's the same in my eyes.
Tian Qing sneered: "I heard that the Wuxiang Divine Sword has no rival in the Demon Kingdom?"
The reason why he asked this question was because since Yu Xingyang participated in the meeting, the sword has basically never been unsheathed. The only time it was unsheathed was when he defeated the kingdom's genius Bai Pinghai in the last round. It was normal for Bai Pinghai to lose. After all, he was too young.
It was too low, but Yu Xingyang defeated the opponent with just one strike. This kind of strength is really scary.
Tianqing had studied the Yi Dao Tianqing repeatedly in the past few days, but unfortunately he had not come up with any key points. His aggressive questioning now was nothing more than the same old tricks, gaining the upper hand in terms of momentum.
Unexpectedly, Yu Xingyang not only refused to accept his trick, but actually joined his army: "I'm afraid that from today on, the Wuxiang Divine Sword will have no opponent within the five countries."
Tianqing sneered even harder: "Then I'll come and learn from you. Is there really no opponent?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly disappeared.
This is not a real disappearance, but multiple tangible and invisible transparent "mirrors" formed around Yu Xingyang, and the mirror image that appears turns out to be Yu Xingyang himself.
Just this move caused hundreds of thousands of spectators in the audience to burst into exclamations of exclamation.
This is the simultaneous release of "Phantom", "Shunpo" and "Afterimage". These three martial arts are the most basic martial arts of the light speed system, but their level is so high that ordinary energy users cannot reach it.
There are dozens of clones created in "Afterimage", and the clones still look like Yu Xingyang. "Phantom" has been practiced to the point where it is almost unrecognizable to the naked eye, and "Shunpo" is that each clone is rapidly changing instants.
Moving, the effect produced by the three martial arts was like a transparent ball completely enveloping Yu Xingyang inside.
Everyone opened their eyes curiously, how should Yu Xingyang deal with it?
