Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 513 Little B

  There is soup in the bowl,

  The soup is very clear,

  A few grains of brown rice are undulating, and two unknown vegetable leaves are floating.

   Gently blowing, rice grains and vegetable leaves float to the side, and the soup in the middle is as clear as a mirror, reflecting a young man's face.

   This is a slightly square facial features.

  A head of thin, long hair yellowed due to lack of nutrition, growing in a disorderly manner, like dry grass scattered on the cold winter ground.

  Under the bushy eyebrows, there is a pair of straight eyes, which give people a dull and sluggish feeling, without the agility and vitality that this age should have.

  Under the plain bridge of the nose, the slightly thick lips are chapped and purple, with bloodshot eyes visible in the clefts, which have not been moisturized for an unknown period of time.

   "Little B!"

  Uncle Zheng’s voice sounded from the side:

   "Don't be in a daze, drink quickly, and you can get the second bowl after drinking."

"Oh!"

   Ripples appeared on the surface of the water, and the eyes of the silhouette reflected on it retracted, showing a bit of maturity, nodded, picked up the bowl and drank heavily.

  This kind of clear soup lacks water, how can one bowl fill you up?

  ...

  During the seventh to ninth year of Yonghe reign of Emperor Shun of Liang Dynasty, Kang, Ping, and Ji were hit by severe drought year after year, and the fertile fields failed to harvest, and the people were displaced.

  Natural disasters and turmoil, the three continents are full of bandits, and even spread to other state capitals.

  The villagers of Wagou Village also had to stay away from their ancestral land, and were dragged by refugees into the land-rich Qizhou. Xiaoyi, who is fifteen years old, is one of them.

  After several months of running around, the villagers have already dispersed, and their relatives are also missing.

   Fortunately!

  Kunshan city received tens of thousands of refugees under the order of the imperial court. The rich businessmen, tycoons, and gangs in the city took turns to give porridge to appease the refugees.

  Xiao Yi is one of them.

  However, after many twists and turns along the way, the former Xiao Yi has already left in his sleep, replaced by a ray of distraction from the Ruins Realm.

"correct."

  Uncle Zheng, who I met not long ago, licked the soup dregs at the bottom of the bowl, and asked:

   "I keep calling you Xiaoyi, but I still don't know your last name?"

   "My last name is..."

  Zhou Jia was stunned, and Fang said slowly:

   "The surname is Zhou, Zhou Yi."

   this life,

  Only Zhou Yi.

  After the words fell, he suddenly sighed in his heart.

   I don't know if it was intentional by the main body, or the distance is too far away, everything he experienced in the Ruins Realm is like a fantastic dream to him.

   There is a general outline, but the details are extremely vague.

  Only the memory of the earth is still clear.

"Oh!"

  Uncle Zheng just asked casually and didn't care. After licking the bottom of the bowl, he pulled Zhou Yi up and ran to the team to get the hot porridge.

  In order to guard against being discovered, they did not choose the team that received the porridge for the first time.

  The uncle is a little lame, and he walks with a limp, but his speed is not slow.

   Zhou Yi is not very old, but he is not short in stature, he is a full head taller than the other party.

  He was wearing hemp shoes, the uppers of which were tattered, and three of his five toes were exposed, and the rags on his body also gave off a stench because they had not been washed for a long time.

  The one serving the porridge was a maidservant with delicate features. When the two of them approached, she subconsciously frowned, pinched her nose and hurriedly filled the porridge.

   "Go, go!"

   "Why is it so smelly!"

  I have encountered many refugees in the past two days, but this is the first time I have encountered such a smelly one.

  Zhou Yi smiled dryly, and hurried away with the bowl in his hand.

  The smell on his body is not only dirty, but also a bit of corpse smell. This kind of smell can't be covered even if he hasn't washed his body for several months.

   Fortunately, he is alive, and the stench will dissipate naturally after a while.

   "when...when..."

   A rush of gongs sounded from not far away.

   "The Lin family is hiring!"

  An elder in green shirt held a gong in his hand, and shouted while beating:

   "Young people under the age of sixteen can come and have a try. If they meet the requirements, they can enter the Lin Family Martial Arts Academy. You don't have to worry about eating and drinking!"

"Lin?"

   "The Lin family on the mountain, they even came out to appease the refugees?"

   "Lin Family Martial Arts Academy, this is a good place!"

   "..."

   Suddenly, whispers sounded.

   Zhou Yi stopped his head to eat and drink, looked up, his eyes were slightly bright, and he was obviously moved.

   Judging from the voices of other people, the Lin family's status in Kunshan City should be extraordinary, and it is very different from the rich merchants who give porridge.

   And you can practice martial arts!

  He knows that there are extraordinary beings in this world, and maybe joining the Lin family will give him a chance to get in touch.

  Even if these are not mentioned.

   Merely including food and drink is a great temptation for him now, and Zhou Yi can empathize with what the original body encountered along the way.

  The taste of starvation and suffering is not at all pleasant.

   "Little B."

  Uncle Zheng looked sideways:

   "You don't seem to be sixteen years old, you might as well go over and have a try. If you have a way to survive, you will live without hope."

"Um."

   Zhou Yi nodded:

   "Please trouble uncle to look at my bowl."

   "Go."

  Uncle Zheng waved his hand:

   "I'll wait for you where I live. It's best to join that Lin family, so that uncle may still be able to get your light in the future."

  Zhou Jia chuckled, got up and ran towards the direction of the sound, following the flow of people.

  ...

"How old are you?"

"fifteen!"

"fifteen?"

  The strong man guarding the goal raised his eyebrows slightly:

   "This size doesn't look like fifteen."

   As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Zhou Yi. His speed was not fast, but for some reason it was difficult for people to dodge, and he clasped his wrist precisely.

   After pinching a few bones, the strong man pouted:

   "It's really fifteen years old, let's go in!"

"Yes."

   Zhou Jia cupped his hands, and was surrounded by people behind him to a spacious courtyard. After a while, the place was already full of people.

  They are all young people, mostly in ragged clothes, yellow and thin, but there are a few clean teenagers among them.

   These people are not refugees at a glance.

  They also want to enter the Lin family?

  In the middle of the courtyard, there is a high platform, on which stands a burly man with two exquisitely shaped chairs behind him.

  A beautiful figure sat on one of the chairs.

   The other one is empty.

  Qianying wore tulle on her head and said nothing. A young man in brocade clothes stood aside, bending over and whispering something.

  Someone in the crowd said in surprise:

   "That young man seems to be the young leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, and in his capacity, he is still standing. What is the origin of that woman?"

   "Is the Lin family that powerful?"

   "Hush..."

   "Silence!"

  The big man on the high platform seemed to notice something frowning, looked in the direction of the sound, pointed his hand, and said in a cold voice:

   "Come here, throw those two people out!"

"Yes!"

  There were some men dressed as guards around the courtyard. Hearing the sound, they separated the crowd with their big hands, and carried the two young people out like chickens.

   Their faces were fierce and their eyes were sharp. The two teenagers were so frightened that they lost their voice on the spot, and their bodies were paralyzed into a pulp without any resistance.

   "Remember all!"

  The big man on the high platform glanced at the audience, first cupped his fists and raised his head far away, Fang said in a muffled voice:

   "It is a gift from the Lin family that you are able to come here today. Don't be ignorant of good and evil. Honesty and obedience are the basis for entering the martial arts academy."

   "Nonsense, they are your fate!"

"Yes."

"Yes…"

  Under the stage, there were sparse cheering sounds, and more fearful eyes.

"Humph!"

  The big man snorted coldly, as if he didn't expect the people present to remember, he waved someone to fetch the censer, lit a stick of incense and inserted it into it.

   Then look into the field:

   "The Lin family never wants trash, but the best among their peers. I'll give you the time to burn incense, and listen carefully."

   "What I'm talking about is a way to break through the customs, you can step into the exchange of blood!"

  "Insufficient qualifications, forced cultivation will only damage the body, so success or failure depends on what kind of roots God has given."

   "Arrogance rushes into the sky, blood flows impermanently..."

  The big man didn't explain too much, he directly talked about the method of breaking through, and didn't say much about what is breaking through and what is changing blood.

   On the contrary, he explained the method of breaking through the customs very carefully.

  Zhou Jia held his breath and concentrated, without thinking about other things, he first memorized what the other party said, and then tried to follow suit.

   Breakthrough!

  Carry the Qi and blood and hit the porch.

  If successful, you can exchange blood, and you will have the foundation for practicing martial arts.

   failed,

   Naturally, everything is off!

  Hold your breath, hold your breath... Exhale, feel the heat in your chest, imagine a burning fire in your mind, and drive the fire to sweep your body.

  I don't know when, a faint layer of smoke appeared in the arena, following the blood of many young people in the arena, it submerged into their bodies.

  Smoke enters the body, and the circulation of Qi and blood suddenly accelerates.

   "Poof!"

   Zhou Yi vomited blood with his mouth open and staggered.

   "Poof!"

"what!"

   "..."

   At the same time, many people woke up from the so-called 'Chongguan', most of them vomited blood, and some passed out directly.

   "Trash!"

  The big man's eyes were cold, he ignored these 'breaking' people, and focused on the few remaining people in the field.

  Thirty-five...

"Um!"

"I can not stand it any more!"

  In just a short moment, some people couldn't bear it anymore, and they opened their eyes and gasped desperately. Fortunately, they didn't vomit blood, they just showed discomfort.

   There are twenty-seven left, and the big man's face remains unchanged.

   "Peng!"

   One fell to the ground.

   Soon, like dominoes, one after another fell to the ground.

  The complexion of the big man finally changed.

   until…

"what!"

   One person raised his head to the sky and yelled, his body was steaming with heat, and the young people beside him stepped back again and again, leaving an open space.

   "Break the level!"

  The big man's eyes lit up, and he jumped towards the young man.

  He didn't accelerate under his feet, but he was able to leap five or six meters with ease. His explosive power was astonishing, which also made Zhou Yi's eyes twitch and his heart feel hot.

  Martial arts!

   Really has martial arts!

  Although he can't go high and high, he is already far beyond ordinary people.

   On the high platform.

  The figure in tulle straightened her body slightly on the chair, and the soundtrack was surprised:

   "The first time I cleared the level, I broke through the level and entered the blood exchange. I didn't expect to meet such a talented young man once I came out."

  The voice is clear and clear, like a yellow warbler. She should not be very old, but her tone is old-fashioned, with a kind of superiority.

"Yes."

  Wen Sanjing's bow should be:

   "Second Miss, Hong Fu, this kind of talent is unique, but to be able to appear among a group of refugees, this person is lucky, and met you, Second Miss."

"Um."

  Second Miss has a smile on her voice:

   "Ask what his name is, stay with you for a while to learn the rules, and then go up the mountain after the New Year."

"Yes."

  Wen Shanjing should be, but he can't help but sigh with emotion about this person's luck, and even change his mind suddenly.

  Offstage.

  The big man slapped the young man on the shoulder and shouted loudly:

   "Good boy, what's your name?"

   "Liu Mengyan!"

   "Liu Mengyan? This name is elegant, can you read?"

"know!"

"well!"

  The big man was overjoyed and praised again and again.

  Knowledge of characters shows that the previous family environment was not bad, and knowing certain rules, the key is to save the time for reading and literacy in the future.

  People who practice martial arts also need to know how to read, otherwise they will not be able to achieve great success.

  The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, except for Liu Mengyan who successfully broke through the pass, there were twelve people who persisted until the end and were left behind.

   As for the others...

  All were kicked out.

   But it also gave me a chance, as long as I successfully cleared the level within the next year, I can come back to seek another door.

  (end of this chapter)