Late at night, Tianchi Town.

In the Zhao family's mansion, the sound of punching the sandbag came. Zhao Jin was wearing strong clothes and his fists fell on the sandbag like raindrops. Next to him was a middle-aged man with his hands behind him, flowing with a strong fist spirit, and his eyebrows were filled with indifferent and arrogant attitude, and he said lightly: "The fists should be heavy, and you should do your best to each punch. If a warrior dared to punch with all his strength, for fear of hurting himself, how could you climb up step by step?"

"Yes, Master!"

Zhao Jin's fist strength is even more powerful.

On the side, Zhao Jin's father frowned and said, "Immortal Master, can my family really enter the house and become a martial artist in the first realm?"

The middle-aged man sneered: "What's wrong, Zhao Tai, since you asked me to come over to teach your son's boxing skills, but you don't believe in my boxing skills? If that's the case, you can find another skill!"

Zhao Tai hurriedly clasped his fists and accused him of guilt, saying, "I don't mean that, it's just... My family is quite dull in martial arts. He is sixteen years old and still hasn't entered the realm of a martial artist. I'm a little worried."

"I worry too much!"

The middle-aged man sneered: "Your son is dull, my boxing skills are not dull. As long as he practices boxing diligently, let alone a first-level martial artist, what if he breaks the realm and becomes a second-level martial artist in a short time? However, you must prepare a batch of high-quality injury medicine, otherwise his muscles and bones will be damaged, and the secret injuries and sequelae will probably affect his lifelong martial arts practice."

"Yes, obey the order!"

Not far away, Zhao Jin's punch was more powerful than the other. This set of tiger fists was like thunder. When he punched out his fist, his mind was full of scenes of being defeated by Lin Zhao's punch. So he punched faster and faster, and finally a slight sound was heard in his sweat. The young man's heart suddenly became clear and his energy continued to expand.

After breaking the realm, a martial artist in the realm!

"father!"

Zhao Jin was overjoyed and turned to look at his father: "I... am a martial artist in the first realm? Master, am I a martial artist in the first realm?"

"Um."

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded: "It's just the first step. Is it worth your joy? Go take a bath immediately and remove the impurities in your body. After an hour, you will continue to practice boxing. You want you to break through the realm within ten days and become a martial artist in the realm of blood circulation."

"Yes, Master!"

Zhao Jin was ecstatic and walked towards the bathroom. He clenched his fists and raised his lips: "Lin Zhao, if I don't kill you, don't call Zhao Jin, wait and see!"

...

Three days later.

Lin Zhao returned to Tianchiling from the beacon tower and obtained a month's vacation after the military camp was paid. The Tianchi Army's reserve service has always been like this, allowing the young men to practice themselves, and the army will not intervene.

When Lin Zhao returned to his ancestral house, the venison jerky dried outside had almost dried. Fortunately, it had not rained these days, so he moved all the way back to the house to store it. Then he carried the fishing rod and the fish basket and ran all the way to the Baiyu Creek. Sure enough, he had not come back for three days. More than ten fish were harvested in the V-shaped trap, including three of which were enough to spread a lot of dried fish, and he could even sell it to a hotel for some money.

But recently Lin Zhao practiced boxing diligently, and his physical strength was consumed a lot and his food was consumed a lot. Just as Chu Huaixi said, a martial artist who wanted to climb altitude step by step must eat meat. It is not enough to eat vegetarian food. Eating vegetarian food cannot provide such physical fitness as practicing boxing. Therefore, it is best to deal with these fish into dried fish and eat them slowly in the future.

He thought to himself and sat on the stone bridge and started fishing.

Until the evening, when the school was over, Zhang Liucheng, who was dancing around with a wooden sword, came, and was not in a hurry to go home. He squatted beside Lin Zhao and watched him fish.

"Lin Zhao."

Zhang Liucheng asked without hesitation, "What does it feel like to be poor?"

Lin Zhao thought for a while and said, "I didn't have the last meal after eating. What's worse is that I didn't even have the last meal. When my stomach was so hungry that I was rumbling, I wanted to eat the mud on the ground."

"That's really miserable..."

Zhang Liucheng said: "When you were the poorest, how poor were you?"

“There’s nothing to eat…”

Lin Zhao pursed his lips and said, "When I was six years old, my family had stopped. At that time, I couldn't stand being hungry. I secretly dug other people's winter potatoes on the ridge of the back mountain to eat. I couldn't eat too much raw. I ate too much that day because I was too hungry and ate too much. The winter potatoes were poisoned. I still remember the sound of my mother crying..."

Zhang Liucheng was stunned and murmured: "Do you miss her?"

"Think of it..."

Lin Zhao looked at the water and remembered the scene when he was poisoned by eating winter potatoes. His mother hugged her and cried heartbrokenly. Her eyes suddenly turned red and she said, "If it weren't for me, my mother wouldn't have suffered so much."

Zhang Liucheng seemed to understand and said, "But without you, she wouldn't see any hope, and it would be even more painful."

Lin Zhao's nose felt sour and almost cried, saying, "Aren't you going home to do the homework left by the teacher? Are you looking for a beating?"

"oops!"

Zhang Liucheng slapped his thigh and said in anger, "Eight out of ten things in the world are not satisfactory. I am very unhappy now. Why are there such things like schoolwork in the world?"

Lin Zhao glanced at the little bastard and said that he was in a blessing and didn't know how to be blessed. He thought of himself. After his mother passed away, he never went to school again. Although he has known a lot of words now, he is not considered a scholar after all.

...

As soon as Zhang Liucheng left, Lin Zhao immediately put away the fishing rod and the fish basket, and carried his fish home. It drooped at dusk at night, and the world breathed in. After eating and drinking, it was the best time to practice boxing, so he hurried back.

But when he walked past the school, he couldn't help but look into the school.

Lin Zhao knew that he was not exactly Kobayashi, but his memories had been integrated. He completely empathized with all his experiences when he was a teenager, and he also lost his parents when he was seven years old. How similar is that, in fact, to a certain extent, he is Kobayashi, and Kobayashi is himself.

After taking a look at the school again, Lin Zhao felt bitter.

When he was six years old, his father had been away for more than a year. His mother was seriously ill and his family was getting more and more tight. The school teacher told every student to write notes for copying books. The family had no money. My mother cut it with white paper and bound a book with needle and thread. Lin Zhao also wrote it very carefully. When he was taken to work on his studies the next day, the school teacher threw away Lin Zhao's book and said, "What's the thing you are? Can't you buy a decent pen?"

That day, Lin Zhao cried extremely sadly.

On that day, the bookstore owner, the middle-aged scholar who was full of scholarly anger, became anxious for the first time. In the evening, he stood in front of the school and cursed, such as "Can you be a teacher if you are a flies?" and "It is a shame for you to be a rat."

Lin Zhao didn't quite understand what he was scolding, but he knew that the boss of the bookstore was a good person, a good person.

...

When he looked up, he saw Qin Suihan, the owner of the bookstore, standing not far away in a gray-white Confucian shirt, smiling gently at him, his smile as if he was an elder.

"Boss Qin!"

Lin Zhao ran several steps to Qin Suihan and said, "Hello, how is the business of the bookstore today?"

“Not very good.”

Qin Suihan smiled and said, "Let's just have enough food and clothing."

"oh?"

Lin Zhao quickly walked into the yard of the bookstore, stretched his head to look at the large water tank under the white trees in the bookstore, and there were two fish in it, one white and one black, which seemed to be the kind of fish that could not be eaten ornamental. So he immediately took out a few fresh fish from the fish basket and threw it into the water tank. Then he turned around and ran out in a hurry.

"Why!"

Boss Qin laughed: "Brother Lin, what are you doing?"

Lin Zhao waved his hand while running, saying, "Cook food and drink for Boss Qin, no need to thank you!"

Qin Suihan chuckled his beard and smiled even more gentle.

"Such a young man, so comfortable~~~"

...

night.

After Lin Zhao had enough food and drink, he started practicing boxing again, wearing boxing spirit, and was full of wind in the yard. He practiced until late at night, took a cool shower and prepared to go to bed.

Just before going to bed, a white light flew out of the ancient sword and turned into the white dragon goddess again.

"Sister Bai?"

Lin Zhao was also shocked.

"Why, I'm afraid of me?" asked the goddess.

"I'm not afraid, but I'm afraid, mainly because I'm timid."

“Hmph~~~”

The White Dragon Goddess glanced at the boy and said, "When I met the Snow Girl and almost got killed, did you blame me for not taking action?"

Lin Zhao frowned: "No, after all, you have no obligation to save me, but I'm also very surprised. Since there is an agreement between you and me to carry swords, why doesn't Sister Bai take action to save me? After all, after I die, no one will carry swords for Sister Bai."

"Is that true?"

The White Dragon Goddess approached, looked at the boy's face, and smiled and said, "Idiot, you're dead, I can find someone to carry a sword again. There are not many true immortals in the fifteenth realm of the world. Aren't there all the fools with two legs everywhere?"

Lin Zhao hugged his knees: "That's right..."

Then, he fell silent.

"What, are you angry?" The White Dragon Goddess smiled.

"No."

Lin Zhao got up and began to apply medicinal wine to his fist that was scratched by the wooden stake.

"What's the use of practicing boxing?"

The White Dragon Goddess leaned against the window, and the moonlight shone on her shoulders. It was very beautiful. She looked at Lin Zhao, smiled and said, "It's better for me to teach you how to practice swords. What's the best martial artist in the sky in the future? Even if he is an extremely high martial artist at the Thirteenth level, he will be killed by the top sword immortal with a sword?"

Lin Zhao was stunned and silent.

"Don't want to?"

The White Dragon Goddess smiled slightly and asked gently, "Do you want to die?"

Lin Zhao looked up at her and said, "I said a few words to me before my father went down the mountain. The first sentence was to let me learn boxing with Uncle Long, because I am not qualified and it is already quite good to be able to learn boxing well. Don't be too greedy and not chew too much. The second sentence was to let me take good care of my mother. Now that I have not taken good care of my mother, I have to practice boxing well. So Sister Bai, it's not that I don't want to learn swords from you, but I just promised my father's things that I want to do."

The woman in white was slightly stunned, then reached out and rubbed his head, and smiled and said, "Then practice boxing well, but you have rejected your sister once, so if you dare to speak up and learn sword from me in the future, I will slap you to death."

...

Lin Zhao's heart trembled slightly. She was serious and there was no need to doubt it.

The White Dragon Goddess is about to return to the ancient sword, but before leaving, she suddenly looked back and asked: "Tell me, is it that I am beautiful or that snow girl? Don't lie, otherwise I'll see it all the way to die. When you look at the snow girl's chest and butt, your eyes are straight."

“…”

Lin Zhao was shocked and paused for a few seconds before saying, "It's just as beautiful, but you are much more elegant than her, like a fairy in the sky."

“Hmph~~~”

The goddess smiled slightly and turned into a ray of white light that penetrated into the sword body.
Chapter completed!