I am a madman

Zang Feng, eight years old this year, was born tender and quiet, with a pair of big black eyes always looking at people so quietly.

He is very sensible, and has been sensible since he was a child. Except for crying loudly when he was born, he has never made a loud voice since then.

The people on Dead Bamboo Cliff loved him very much, and felt that such a sensible child was really lovable. Whether it was the lady in the kitchen or the uncle in the garden, they always liked to hand him candy.

There is another reason why this child is so painful, and that is that Yazhu is too strict with him.

No matter how good Xiao Zangfeng performed, he would always be asked to be better by Yazhu, and he would never praise him.

Seeing that all the servants felt sorry for him, they wished they could give Master Shaoya all the good things.

So when the old cliff master was away, Xiao Zangfeng was still doing well, but when the old cliff master appeared, he would live in dire straits.

Fortunately, he was calm and steady, and he was treated like this since he was a child, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

He took many habits of being too strict with children as a matter of course. Slowly, that otherworldly atmosphere became more and more obvious, and the emotional ups and downs became less and less.

The servants often lament that the young master is colder than the old master, and has no feelings, just like a living statue.

The cliff masters of Dead Bamboo Cliff have been martial idiots for generations, pursuing the highest state of martial arts. In their hearts, swords are the expression of the highest state of martial arts, so they are the strongest swordsmiths.

But at the same time, each generation of cliff masters tried their best to abandon the sword and reach the state of controlling Qi and transforming swords, and everything can be a sword.

The old Yazhu was a master of martial arts, and he was a giant in the martial arts at that time, but he failed to reach such a state of heaven and man. It is a pity. The realm of heaven and man.

One day, Xiao Zangfeng was meditating in the ice spring, and was about to concentrate on starting to exercise his power, but he heard two servants discussing gossip about the world by the rockery.

"I heard that Nie Buqiu retired from the devil!"

"No!?"

"Sigh, when Devil May Cry Zi suddenly disappeared from the Jianghu, several people who had a close relationship with him began to keep a low profile, and Nie Buqiu seldom appeared again. I didn't expect that he has completely retired now."

"This is really... Tell me, why did that ghost suddenly disappear?"

"I guess, it's probably imprisoned by some crazy woman!"

"Forget it, you! Devil May Cry is superb in martial arts, how could he fall over because of one or two women?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid there are people in Jianghu who say that any hero died at the hands of a woman, but this devil may die at the hands of a woman sooner or later!"

"That's true for what you said. This guy has cheated so many women in just a few years, and all of them are strange women. Does he know some evil skills? Why are those women staring at him like flies?"

"He's invincible in charm. She likes it if she's a woman. What can I do?"

Xiao Zangfeng didn't understand the sourness in the servant's tone, maybe he didn't understand anything else either, the only thing he could understand was the word Devil May Cry.

The old cliff master once mentioned to him that a generation of influential figures who disappeared in the world not long after he was born.

He always remembered the complicated look in his father's eyes when he mentioned the number one disciple of Jiuxiao Palace who was named Devil May Cry Son...

Although he didn't understand it all the time, the special person to his father was also special to him.

It's so special that once you hear this chant, you can't help but keep listening.

From then on, no matter how busy he was and how harsh the practice he needed to accept, whenever he was free, he would come to the ice spring and listen to the servants discussing interesting things about the world.

I just hope to hear a little bit about Devil May Cry Zi among those gossips.

For Xiaozangfeng, Devil May Cry is a special kind of sustenance when he was young, he worships, admires, and even yearns for.

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Xia Mingyu, eight years old this year, was born white and tender, with big watery eyes like two black gemstones embedded in his face, and his small lips were slightly parted, looking silly.

He has fluffy red hair, which is carefully combed into a bun. The pendants on the bun hang on both sides of the ears. He swings around very cutely when he runs.

Because he has an extremely powerful mother, his family is rich. He can be regarded as a young master born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

When I was young and ignorant, I always felt that a place with mothers and sisters was home.

But after entering the private school, the master talked a lot and let him know that normal people are not like this.

Children from normal families have mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.

But he only has his mother, and a large group of sisters, no father and no brothers.

Xiao Mingyu is very sad, very sad, very sad, because I heard that a baby without a father will be bullied by other children.

He bit his finger and ran away from the private school, and came to sister Yanluo's room with teary eyes.

Pushing open the door with little effort, he choked up and asked, "Sister Yanluo, sister Yanluo... woo woo woo... are you there?"

Seeing the young master's clumsy little body appearing at the door, Yan Luo hurriedly put down the embroidery in her hand, came to the young master and embraced him in her arms, and said softly, "Little master, why are you crying? Who bullied our lovely young master?" ?”

"Sister, sister, why doesn't Mingyu have a father?" He opened his eyes wide, filled with tears, as if if Yan Luo said a wrong word, the tears would burst out.

Yan Luo was helpless, so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say, so she could only touch Ming Yu's tender cheeks, and smiled and pushed the trouble to others: "Sister Yan Luo doesn't know either, but your sister Feihong should know."

Mingyu is only eight years old, and his IQ is obviously much lower than that of his peers. He stared innocently, and said with certainty: "Really?"

The corner of Yan Luo's mouth twitched a bit, but she still said bravely, "Of course, how could Sister Yan Luo lie to you?"

So the silly and naive Mingyu happily ran to his sister Feihong's room.

"Sister Feihong! Sister! Sister! Are you there?" He walked around the room for a long time but did not see Feihong's beautiful figure, and walked out with his head drooping in disappointment.

"Huh? Young master, what can you do to see me?" A heroic woman was about to enter the room, and she asked quickly when she saw her cute young master was not very happy.

Mingyu was happy, and immediately asked: "Sister Feihong! Do you know why Mingyu doesn't have a father?"

Feihong looked at the lovely young master in front of her, her cheeks were red, her small lips were slightly parted, so cute, so cute, but the words she said made people feel distressed.

She knelt down gently and touched the fluffy red hair, and said patiently: "My sister doesn't know, the young master should ask his wife about this question."

Mingyu was a little unhappy, he frowned cutely, bit his finger, lowered his head aggrievedly and said: "But but, sister Yanluo said that sister Feihong knew about it."

Feihong's face immediately darkened, and she cursed in her heart: "You Yanluo, you know that things are not good and you will push the trouble to me?" !

She said to Mingyu: "Sister Yanluo is lying to you, she is the worst, the young master ignores her." As she spoke, she kissed Mingyu's tender cheeks twice.

Mingyu nodded in a daze, then ran to his mother's place again.

Ming Yu always felt that the smell in his mother's room was very good. He was too young to tell what the smell was, but he felt very comfortable. Every time he entered, he felt his cheeks were very hot.

Entering the room cautiously, I saw my mother reclining on the couch resting.

Mother's nails are very beautiful, he doesn't know what is exquisite and elegant, he only thinks that shiny ones are beautiful.

Mingyu's mother supported her forehead with one hand and put her other hand around her waist, she was fast asleep.

He frowned and sat in front of his mother, hesitating whether to wake her up now.

It seems that I slept soundly...

Just as he lowered his head and struggled, a soft hand touched his ear, and his mother's soft and sweet voice sounded in his ear: "Little guy, what are you doing?"

"Mother!" Ming Yu grinned brightly, as expected, children like mother.

But listen: slightly -!

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow mother".

The woman raised her eyebrows, ignoring the bastard who was crying loudly, and twirled the exquisite tobacco rod that she used for beating people just now to catch the candle next to her, squinting her eyes, and lit the tobacco.

She slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and lazily raised her head and asked, "What can you do to find your mother at noon?"

When he was wronged and crying, if there were sisters by his side, he would definitely be hugged and coaxed by the warm and soft jade, but if there was only this fierce mother by his side, then he would definitely end up being ignored.

The child who was ignored was very hurt. Hearing what his mother asked him, he immediately raised his ears and looked at his mother. His big red eyes were full of grievances. He asked bluntly, "Mother, why don't I have a father?"

"Why do you think of asking this?" Mother was surprised, she took the cigarette rod away and looked at him.

Mingyu said: "The master of the private school said that every child has a mother and a father. Why doesn't Mingyu have a father? What is a father?" He looked at his mother in distress and asked in distress.

Eight-year-old children are in the stage of being curious about everything. They often ask questions such as why the sun shines and why candles can be lit. At this time, adults have nothing to do.

But Mingyu is asking: Why do I not have a father?

After all, this is a poor child.

But his mother didn't seem to think so, she frowned and replied: "Isn't it enough to have a mother? What kind of father must I have?"

Mingyu was wronged, his little head didn't know how to answer his mother, he liked her very much and didn't want to leave her, but he also wanted to know where his father was.

Looking at the whirl on the top of her son's head, even though she was as strong as her, she couldn't help sighing. She lay flat on the couch, frowning, her face full of distress, and it took a while to tell her son: "Mother doesn't know who your father is. I don't know when I was pregnant with you. At that time, there were many lovers around my mother, and I couldn't tell who was your father..."

If it was a child from a normal family, he might be dizzy after hearing this, but Ming Yu didn't understand anything, and it seemed to him to be taken for granted, because let alone the time, even now, the lovers around the mother also come and go, in all kinds of ways.

Mother went on to say: "Originally when you were born with red hair, you just need to find a red-haired guy, but I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't remember when I got better with a red-haired... Mother can't help it... "

Mingyu didn't quite understand what his mother said, but he still understood that even his mother didn't know who his father was.

He was about to cry with his mouth curled up in grievance, but his mother hurriedly picked him up: "Okay, okay, you little guy, you want Daddy so much, mother will find one for you?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Looking at the boy in her arms with snot and tears streaming down her face in disgust, she sighed helplessly, thinking about whether she should send him anywhere to learn art... It's really annoying...

So, poor little Mingyu, carrying a small burden, was thrown by his mother to his later master...

After going to the Nine Heavens Palace, from then on, she was a passerby innocently, and went forward bravely on the road of treachery and evil...

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