Chapter 1 : I Have a Dream
"It's born stupid, you have to resist every time, you have to be beaten every time, so cheap!"
"I never thought I would make such a profit as a garbage worker, is there any truth?"
"Haha, the more his grandfather as a garbage worker earns, the more we snatch!"
"This fool is going to be fired today. I'm afraid we will lose all our money in honor of us."
The three teenagers were holding the silver coins they just grabbed, and said in a frantic manner, Xue Hao's face was somber and cursed: "This stupid lack of fucking furious, broke Lao Tzu's wealth!"
On the ground not far from the three, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was lying in a ragged suit, covered with dust, but he was handsome and handsome.
The young man swept away the dull and stale eyes of the past, his eyes turned into a clear and bright, looking at the vast sky, the vast waves of the blue waves, his heart turned into a huge wave.
"This is-my body!"
There was a long sigh in his heart, and the maturity and vicissitudes beyond his age flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, the youth is Yang Qingxuan from the earth.
After disappearing from the Bronze Ancient Formation, consciousness, or the soul, has been integrated into this body, as if you were returning home, and the birds returned to their nests.
If it is said that Yang Qingxuan, the master of Huaxia, is the main soul, then what was originally in this body is only the residual soul of Yang Qingxuan.
At this moment, the two souls are one, and they are perfect.
Afterwards, all kinds of things happened, and the memories in the residual soul poured into Yang Qingxuan's mind intermittently, and they had some vague understanding of himself and the world.
I am a student of Tianyi College. I have a grandfather named Yang Zhao who works as a cleaner in the college for himself.
Today is the annual assessment of the college. On the way back to the college, I met Xue Hao and stole their living expenses.
"Fool, Uncle Ben is in a bad mood today. Learn a few dog barkings for a pastime. Let them pass if you are barking."
"Haha, this fool has an incomplete intelligence quotient, and he should be a dog to learn how to bark!"
Yang Qingxuan was sorting out her thoughts, and the ears heard the ridicule and abusiveness of the three, extremely bad.
"Mum, uncles are talking to you, don't lie on the floor and pretend to be dead!"
Xue Hao pointed at Yang Qingxuan's head and kicked him.
Yang Qingxuan saw that the kick was fierce, and sat up suddenly, avoiding that kick.
Xue Hao stunned, thinking it was a coincidence, scolded and rushed forward, "I kicked you, dare to hide?" Another kicked off.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly turned around, and between the opening and closing of her eyes, there was a flash of coldness, and she said, "Is Rumei mother looking for death?"
Xue Hao was stared at him with an inexplicable tremor in his heart, and he gave birth to a hint of fear, and asked subconsciously: "What do you mean?"
"It means-are you fucking looking for death ?!"
After the words fell, Yang Qingxuan's face sank, two fingers lightly tapped, and a cyclone hovered in the palm of his hand.
A seemingly careless finger is a very powerful "flawless finger" in Chinese martial arts. At this moment, his two souls are one, his body is full of energy, and his body is full of endless power.
There is no phase and no phase, condensed into reality, like tofu, easily poke into Xue Hao's calf, and "Biao" opened a blood hole.
"Ah! It hurts!" The scream of screams shook the birds and leaves.
Xue Hao's face was so pale, his eyes were as dead as fish, and he couldn't believe looking at his calf.
In the place where Yang Qingxuan pointed out, the blood hole had a baby's fist big, and the blood "汩汩" flowed down, and it instantly stained the ground.
He was a little stunned and couldn't react.
Zhou Cang and Hu Ding also had their heads sullen for a while, and split their heads and covered their faces with anger and shouted, "Fool, what are you doing ?!"
To put it bluntly, one person held his palm with one hand, and the other with his right hand condensed, attacked from the left and right sides.
In their eyes, Yang Qingxuan should be the lowest level of garbage. Let them be bullied and squeezed. This has been the case for three years, and it should continue to be so in the future.
They discriminated from Yang Qingxuan from their bones and discriminated against them weakly.
However, this kind of weak as garbage in their eyes, at this moment dare to resist, so that the two of them become angry and stunned.
After Yang Qingxuan made a move, he stood still, and the past appeared in his mind ...
The law of the world is the strong, the weak is like an ant, like a chopping block of fish, which can be slaughtered and insulted by anyone.
"You are the descendant of the Yang family. Even if your grandfather does everything, he must cultivate you into a true warrior!" Yang Zhao is full of expectations, but in those deep eyes, there is an undetectable melancholy and sadness.
The young Yang Qingxuan couldn't understand the sadness, but she could see the gray curly hair, and she could see the body of Xiao Shou on the ancient road, condensing into the back of the cricket in the cold wind.
The back is as heavy as a mountain, lingering in his mind, constantly lashing him forward.
In his mind, maybe he didn't understand the cruel rules of the world, and never thought of getting ahead.
It is just a small obsession, no matter how hardship, patience, ridicule, bullying, and how helpless, depressed, painful, embarrassing, never gives up!
For fifteen years, the summer has been extremely cold, and spring has come to autumn.
"Because I have dreams!"
"I want to be a true warrior!"
The seed of dreams buried deep in my heart finally broke out with the return of the main soul and began to take root ...
When his thoughts returned, Yang Qingxuan slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a faint light in his corners, and a sharp murderous spirit shot out of his eyes.
I bounced my coat inadvertently, shaking off the dust from it, and the white robe danced without wind, swinging in front of me like water.
Hu Ding and Zhou Cang trembled at the same time, and an ominous premonition swarmed into their hearts, adding more energy to their hands and screaming, "Fool, how dare you resist?"
"It's time to collect the money!"
Yang Qingxuan's face was cold, and a trick "Pingsha Luoyan" kicked Xue Hao's crotch, and a "bang" crackling sounded. Xue Hao screamed, his face became purple, and the whole person was blown out.
Hu Ding and Zhou Cang's attack followed immediately, and the roar continued: "Fool, dare!"
Yang Qingxuan sneered at the corners of her mouth, and her hands were round in front of her.
From the beginning, the wind moves, and with the dancing of both palms, a circle of air curtain is formed in front of them, and a whistling sound is emitted, which continues to expand.
"Kang Long has regrets!"
The fallen leaves all over the ground rose up with the cyclone, floating like a panlong in the void. Yang Qingxuan faced Qingjun, standing in the chaotic rain of flowers, if the soldiers fell from the sky.
The Chinese Empire, martial arts is prosperous, and the dragon-strike technique has a total of eighteen vigors. The waves are like the sea, and in one way, they are like mountains and mountains, endless!
Yang Qingxuan immersed himself in this practice for more than ten years, and he shot it with 18 strokes. The true elements in the body run endlessly in the meridians, like a river rushing and never ending!
Even if it is a steel warrior on the earth, genetically enhanced humans, under this palm, it will be wiped out.
The perfect integration of spirit and flesh brought the power of this palm to the extreme, and the sound of "popping" bones continued to be heard in the body. All meridian blockages instantly opened up, and the vitality was like a bamboo shoot after a rain.