Why is the system dad angry again?

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, but the changes in the world of cultivation can be described as earth-shaking.

Demon Lord Mofutu attacked Tianyuan Palace secretly. The brother-in-law of Ye Xiao, the master of Tianyuan Palace, died in this war. His wife was so distraught that she almost fell into a coma. The Qianyuan Sect suffered heavy losses again. A mysterious strong man took action and defeated Mofutu. His power caused the world to eclipse him.

According to bystanders on that day, it was like destroying the world and destroying the earth.

From that day on, the relationship between the human race and the demon race became even more serious, and they could be said to be at odds with each other.

In the same year, Tianyuan Temple teamed up with the demon clan to kill all the demon clan forces, opening a new picture in the world of cultivation.

The former territory of the Demon Clan became a no-man's land after the Demon Clan was destroyed. Later, new tribes moved there. After ten years of hardship, it became a barbaric land, also known as the Barren State.

The spiritual energy in the wild land is thin, and no strong people can be born. Anyone who can practice will be sent to the martial arts hall. When the major sects start to recruit disciples, those with potential will be sent there.

In the wild land, even if you join a third-rate small sect, it is an honorable thing, and joining a large sect is even rarer.

In the tenth year of the new calendar, in a small village a hundred miles away from the deserted city.

A group of teenagers wearing coarse linen clothes were beating a thin and ragged young man, swearing all kinds of dirty words.

The young man protected his head and did not resist. Instead, he allowed them to beat and scold him, and he would naturally leave when they were done venting their anger.

This kind of drama happens almost every day, but it happened again today.

"Damn, I'm tired from beating him. This little bastard is really thick-skinned."

"Brother, why don't you beat this kid to death, so that he won't have to hang out in front of you every day."

"Pah!" A slap was thrown on the face of the younger brother who came up with the bad idea. The leading young man said with an angry face: "Do you think I don't want to? You don't know what kind of shit luck this kid has got, to be able to be seen by the martial arts school." Come on, if we kill him, the martial arts school will definitely come looking for him."

The younger brother covered his swollen face and said with a flattering smile: "The boss is right."

"Let's go." The arrogant young man spat out and staggered away with his little brother.

The boy on the ground, with bruises from being beaten, climbed up from the ground tremblingly. When he saw them walking away, he carefully ate the steamed buns he had protected in his arms.

"Why don't you let me take action?" A clear voice suddenly rang.

When the boy heard the sound, he looked around in panic, and then breathed a sigh of relief when he once again made sure that the sound was only heard by you.

"I'm just getting beaten. I'm used to it. Didn't you say that you haven't recovered yet? I don't dare to bother you." The young man's tone was very respectful, as if he was talking to someone important.

The origin of this sound starts from three days ago.

The boy's name is Aman. He is thirteen years old and is a wandering little beggar. He also came to this place called Baimu Village from another town.

Three days ago, he was begging on the street as usual and met an innkeeper's son. He was beaten severely because he accidentally soiled his clothes.

Ah Man was beaten half to death and dragged his half-disabled body back to his thatched house. Just as usual, when he was about to take a nap to recover from his injuries, a spiritual light fell in the sky.

He still remembers the feeling at that time, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, his body and soul were feeling hot. What changed even more was the sea of ​​consciousness that had been sealed for many years, as if something was stationed in it.

When he woke up, a day and a night had passed, and all the injuries on his body were healed. Even the spiritual energy appeared in his body, no matter how he practiced before, as if the blocked meridians were suddenly opened.

Just when he was happy about this, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Who are you? What is this place?"

Ah Man thought he had encountered a ghost, and it took him a long time to believe that the person who said this was really in his body.

It was a remnant soul.

He said his name was Lin Tangzhou, he didn't know how he appeared here, and he had forgotten many things.

Ah Man felt the existence of the sea of ​​consciousness for the first time, so he deliberately went to have a look in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he saw Lin Tangzhou in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The two strange auras of black and white converged and dispersed in his soul, unable to merge together.

Ah Man felt that there must be some great power in front of this person, because just by looking at him, he felt a strong sense of oppression, which almost made him kneel down.

Lin Tangzhou said that because he was a remnant soul, he had very little strength left, and wanted to use his sea of ​​consciousness to recover from his injuries. In return, he could teach Aman how to practice.

In his opinion, although Aman has no cultivation level, he has excellent bones. His sea of ​​consciousness and meridians were deliberately sealed by others. As long as he can unlock them, he can practice, at least he will not be bullied in the future.

When Aman had just reached the Qi refining stage, people from the martial arts school discovered him and invited him to study at the martial arts school. There was no tuition fee and food and accommodation were included.

Ah Man agreed immediately, and Lin Tangzhou agreed without feeling any discomfort.

Today was originally the day for Ah Man to report to the martial arts gym, but he met that arrogant young man on the way and was beaten again.

Lin Tangzhou asked Aman to use his mental skills to recover some of his injuries.

Ah Man obeyed and ran his mental skills while walking, and unknowingly he broke through to the second level of Qi Refining.

When he arrived at the martial arts gym, he happened to meet the steward who invited him to the martial arts gym that day.

The steward was already at the foundation-building stage. When he felt that he had actually broken through to the second level of Qi Refining, he nodded slightly. After all, when I saw this kid yesterday, he was only at the first level of Qi Refining. It seemed that he could be molded well. seedling.

The apprentices in the martial arts school all live in Datongpu, and Aman also got a new set of clothes.

He was very happy and quickly took a bath and put on new clothes.

Only then did Lin Tangzhou realize that Ah Man was actually very good-looking, with delicate features, especially those clear and clean eyes.

In fact, Ah Man was not born a beggar. Two years ago, he had a happy family, but his parents passed away and his uncle wanted to kill him in order to fight for the family property. Ahman spent a lot of effort to escape, but he was penniless and could only rely on begging to survive.

"Little fairy, do you think I can go back and take revenge when my cultivation level improves?" Aman sat beside the newly made bed and asked with a thoughtful look on his face.

Lin Tangzhou: "Why not? As long as you become stronger, no one can bully you."

"Okay!" Aman said seriously: "When I return to my hometown to take revenge, I will take you to find your family and friends. If they know that you are still alive, they will be very happy!"

"Family...friends..." Lin Tangzhou was sitting cross-legged in the air in Aman's sea of ​​consciousness. Judging from the different shades of marks on his body, his soul was indeed incomplete now, with good and bad parts, as if it was full of... Like cracked jade, it seems that it will break into pieces in the next second.

"Maybe……"

He himself couldn't remember any family he had.

But as the injury slowly healed, he thought of a few place names. Maybe he could really wait until Aman grew up and go there to see, maybe his memory would be restored.