The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 112 Song Fusheng
practice martial arts.

One day without stopping, from day to night.

Such a harsh life lasted until he was 13 years old.

The old owner brought back another child from outside, with a yellow and thin face, like a thin monkey.

He stood in front of the hall and took a look at it from a distance.

With a disdainful look.

Looking at the child kneeling in front of the old village owner, his thin body could hardly bear any weight. The protruding bones on his back could be seen on the thin clothes, one by one, like the joints of bamboo.

But when he raised his head to serve tea, Song Fusheng realized that he had thought wrong.

The kid has a bearing.

Stubborn and serious.

Compared with his frivolous temperament, this child will definitely be able to live better in Fengqingyue Baizhuang.

He blocked the juniors who had finished their morning class to the door of the room.

"what's your name?"

"Brother Hui, my name is Xu Weize."

The child stood in front of him peacefully, holding a wooden sword for practice in his hand, and his face became rounder after entering the village.

A pleasing appearance, like a doll in a New Year painting.

This is the first time he has shown kindness to his younger brother.

Out of sympathy and apology.

Just looking at this young man, he would think that the young man in front of him was suffering for him. Even though he knew that this young man was willing and tenacious, he still couldn't help but take it for himself.

Maybe. Over the years, I have longed for my loved ones too much.
One more person can share more energy of the owner.

Xu Weize's arrival allowed him to focus more on what he liked to do - he could often run out of Zhuangzi to listen to books and operas.

These are things he has never been able to do.

He used to be like a bird in a cage.

Longing for the farthest freedom.

But had to be bound in place.

Because of this, he was glad for the child's arrival, so he was doubly kind to the child.

Every time I go out, I bring him some small things. Seeing him cheering for joy, I can't help but sigh -

He may not be a good apprentice.

Not a good owner of the cat either.

But he will be a good brother.

……

As usual, he ran out of Zhuangzi to listen to the opera and listen to other people's stories.

Listening to stories that seemed far away from him, and sometimes very close.Sometimes, he is also the person in those stories, the next owner of Feng Qingyue Baizhuang, the genius of Taizhou.

He didn't believe it.

He never thought about it that way either.

In his master's heart, he will always be a cheap person who only knows about romance.

So when he returned to Zhuangzi, he heard the servants discussing that Junior Brother Xu was the master's close disciple and would definitely become the next master.

He wasn't angry either.

On the contrary, it should be taken for granted.

When he ran out to listen to the play.

The younger brother is practicing.

When he ran out to listen to the book.

The younger brother is practicing.

He sighed countless times.

The position of the owner of the villa should be occupied by the younger brother.

It's a pity that this kid has only a tough mind.

Qualifications are not excellent.

If it weren't for this, I would have been flying like a bird, and my junior brother would have lived a more relaxed life.

……

He has already prepared his heart, and he is waiting for the day when the owner of the village will hand over the responsibility to his junior.

But he never thought of it.

The owner of the villa called him to stop himself.

In the hall that had received countless people, the owner's voice was still serious and cold.

"Your junior is innately dull and unbearable. I don't know what has fascinated my mind, and now I can't even break through the fourth level of the mind."

"The position of owner cannot be given to a mediocre person who can't even break through the fourth level."

Hearing this, he felt a chill in his heart.

Sure enough, the old village owner said coldly and ruthlessly: "I will go to find the person from the hidden sect next year. You should put away your fun and do what you should do. It is best not to leave the village..."

He couldn't hear what the owner was saying.

I just think about it.

Junior brother has worked so hard.

But... the reality is sometimes so cruel.

The moment he turned around, he seemed to see a hint of gray clothes.

Those were Xu Weize's clothes.

But when he caught up with him, the corner of his clothes had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He lowered his outstretched right hand dejectedly.

I don't know how much the junior brother listened to what he said just now.

Or maybe it was my hallucination.

That couldn't be better.

……

The eighth day of April.

The only way back to Feng Qingyue Baizhuang from Taizhou City.

The bamboo forest is deep and quiet, with little wind movement and the bamboo leaves rustling.

He had just finished listening to a play, and he couldn't get enough of it.

It is rare for him to be happy a few times in his life, he just wants to live in the pleasure of that moment, and put all the burden and responsibility behind him.

He hummed a famous ditty from Taizhou City.

Only at this time he is the most relaxed, and only at this time, he has the most flaws all over his body.

The wind stopped.

The bamboo leaves are moving.

That is murderous!Someone is chasing him!
Menacing.

It's just that I don't know that he is a person who is full of love all day long, what is the value of being hunted down?

He ran forward, and the footsteps behind him became clearer.

Ten people... no, twenty people.

Looking at the breath, it should be between the martial artist and the martial artist.

You know, I am afraid that I will die here today.

In the bamboo forest, it is extremely quiet, and it can be regarded as the end of my ridiculous life.

A man dressed in black jumped in front of him from nowhere and blocked the way.

This person's palm technique is very good, the two of them have corrected hundreds of moves and there is no difference between them.The footsteps behind him became more and more hurried.

"Fengqingyue Baizhuang's Gentleman Sword is nothing more than that!"

"Yeah, I've never mastered kung fu!"

He smiled wildly that day.

Since people know that they will die.

It is inevitable to give birth to a generous emotion.

"However, I am a low-level swordsman, and I am upright. I don't want to die in the hands of you low-level killers!"

He made up his mind and fell off the cliff next to the bamboo forest.

At that moment, he seemed to have turned into a stone in a mudslide, rolling down along the sharp corners of the stone.Even if he hunched up his wounded body, it was still bruised.

When the pain is extreme.

He could feel his knee hitting something.

……

He thought he was dead.

It's okay to die.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in Feng Qingyue Baizhuang.

"Brother! You wake up! It's been three days!"

He looked at the worried-looking young man in front of him. He had green stubble on his face and was sallow and thin. Just by looking at him, he could tell that he must be taking care of himself in a well-dressed manner. He immediately had no suspicion at all.

And his master, after learning that he woke up, just asked someone to bring him a sentence.

"When you are well, leave the village. You should also find a way to make a living of your own."

He smiled.

He is full of life.

Time to be free at last.

When he loses all use value.

……

　Stay at home, code words, read books and watch movies (〃〃)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)