Yuantian

The small courtyard is only about ten square meters in size, with low courtyard walls and gravel exposed from some of the mud walls.

The courtyard is adjacent to three houses, which are also old.

The white couplets on both sides of the central hall are faintly visible, which looks quite dilapidated.

However, the small courtyard was cleaned very well.

Several pieces of clothes that were not completely dry were hung on the bamboo poles on one side of the eaves, and the large water tank under the eaves was mostly empty.

Integrating the memories of his previous life, to Wu Yuan, this seemed to be the home he had lived in for more than ten years.

In his previous life, he had a villa covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters, but since his sister got married, it was just a house.

But in this life, this small courtyard gave Wu Yuan the feeling of a real home.

This courtyard is actually the largest in the entire street.

In Wu Yuan's memory, the whole family moved in when his father was still alive when he was young and the family's finances were the best.

Later, he died in battle with his father, his family was in distress, and he had to support Wu Yuan's training in the Martial Academy, so he had to sell the house, so he couldn't afford to renovate it.

"Mother, brother is back." A childish and crisp voice full of surprise floated.

Whoosh~ Immediately afterwards, a skinny girl about eight or nine years old in gray cloth jumped out from the side room, her face was flushed and she was quite excited.

"Brother, hug me!"

"Okay." Wu Yuan smiled.

Taking a step forward, he took over the jumping girl with his right hand, and with a little force, he walked into the courtyard with one hand supporting her.

This is the game most often played by the siblings.

"Xiao Yi, what did you do today?" Wu Yuan asked casually.

"Follow mother in cloth village! Today I learned how to tie flowers with Sister Xing." The girl replied excitedly.

"Haha, Xiao Yi is really amazing." Wu Yuan smiled.

But Wu Yuan felt a little distressed in his heart.

Cloth Zhuang.

It was the Wu family who established several cloth houses based on the foundation of Licheng. For example, the 'Wu Xing Cloth House' in charge of the patriarch Wu Qiming ranked in the top ten among hundreds of cloth houses in Licheng.

Most of the Wu clan's hundreds of people are attached to this industry. Some are responsible for purchasing and weaving, some are responsible for dyeing, and some are responsible for selling.

Wu Yuan's mother is an expert at dyeing cloth!

It stands to reason that with Wu Yuan's father's death pension and family annuity, plus his mother's salary, it is enough for a family of three to live comfortably.

It's just that Wu Yuan's martial arts training can be called a golden cave for ordinary families!

If it weren't for the patriarch's efforts to overcome all opinions and support with all his strength for several years, Wu Yuan's mother alone would have been unable to support the family.

Because of this, Wu's families gossip a lot. After all, although Wu Yuan has some martial arts talents, he is not considered top-notch. He invested a lot of money in the clan, which may not be able to be realized in the future.

It's just that due to the authority of the patriarch, the houses dare not say more.

"My predecessor, I have practiced in the martial arts academy for many years, and worked very hard to reach the rank of eighth-rank warrior." Wu Yuan sighed secretly: "It is difficult to change one's destiny by following the steps!"

In the land of Middle Earth, martial arts are respected.

However, if they are only warriors of the third rank, they can at most be servants, guards, and bodyguards, and they will only become ordinary sergeants in the army and serve as cannon fodder.

At least one has to become a martial artist in order to change one's destiny!

From a seventh-rank warrior to a sixth-rank martial artist is an important hurdle in the middle-earth martial arts.

If you can't reach the seventh rank before the age of sixteen, under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible to become a martial artist in your twenties.

Martial arts training does not mean that the longer you practice, the higher your level will be!

When young, qi and blood are full of energy and vitality. Like the rising sun, there are infinite possibilities, and the entry will be extremely fast.

Once the age of 30 has not reached the point of "practicing viscera, washing marrow, penetrating acupoints and prolonging life", even if the body function has not declined, the life potential will decline rapidly, and it will become more and more difficult to break through.

"It was very difficult for Wu Yuan in the past to become a seventh-rank warrior before the age of sixteen."

"But now, here I am!" Wu Yuan had many thoughts in his mind.

If this body is eighteen years old, even Wu Yuan will encounter many difficulties if he wants to succeed in cultivation.

But a body of only fourteen years old?

It is the golden age of martial arts training!

What's more, although the talent of the predecessor was not outstanding, he could practice hard enough and his physical foundation was extremely deep.

"I don't know why I came to this world, but I will try my best to fulfill your wish."

With the passage of time, and blending with the memories and perceptions of his predecessor, sometimes Wu Yuan would have the feeling of "Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly".

I don't know if I came here through time travel, or if I experienced the wonderful science and technology federation from the big dream.

"Ka~" The main room door opened.

"Yuan'er, you're back." I saw a tired woman walking out of the dark room, holding tongs in one hand, as if she was lighting a fire.

There was a trace of soot on her face, and there was a morbid pallor on both sides of her cheeks, and the wrinkles on her forehead couldn't hide the beauty of her youth, and she was full of smiles.

This is Wu Yuan's mother, Wan Qin.

Over the years, they raised their siblings single-handedly.

"Mother, you don't need to give me hot food, I just came back from the General's Mansion with the patriarch, and I already ate." Wu Yuan said repeatedly.

talking.

Wu Yuan conveniently put down the tongs in his mother's hand, picked up the wooden barrel next to the water tank, and walked out of the courtyard: "Mother, you go wash up first, and I will take Xiaoyi to fetch water first."

Wells are usually drilled in wealthy mansions.

But in 'Wu Street Lane', there are usually more than ten families with one room sharing a well, which is considered a good living condition in Licheng!

With one hand supporting his younger sister 'Wu Yijun'.

The other hand fetches water.

It is difficult for ordinary people, but it is easy for Wu Yuan. He can take more than two feet in one leap, and is as agile as a cheetah, which made my younger sister burst into laughter and shouted, "Brother, hurry up!"!

In the main room, listening to the sound of water pouring into the tank and the laughter of the siblings, mother Wan Qin couldn't help showing a smile.

Life is difficult, and this pair of children is her hope and happiness in life!

... As the night deepened, my sister had already fallen asleep.

Wu Yuan came to the East Wing, where an oil lamp was lit, the light was dim, and his mother Wan Qin was weaving.

"Yuan'er, sit down." Wan Qin said.

"En." Wu Yuan nodded and sat beside his mother, and said softly, "Mother, I have something to discuss with you."

"You said." Wan Qin laughed, but her hands didn't stop.

"I will give up this year's martial arts competition." Wu Yuan said directly.

"What?" Wan Qin's complexion changed, her hands stopped suddenly, and she looked at Wu Yuan eagerly and puzzled: "Didn't your ranking keep improving in the past few competitions? It should be the first time to enter Nanmeng Martial Academy. No problem, why give up?"

On weekdays, she was very relieved of her son and didn't ask much about the situation in the martial arts academy.

But as a mother, how can you not care?

Nanmeng Martial Academy is far inferior to Yunwu Hall. After all, one recruits hundreds of disciples a year in one prefecture, and the other recruits dozens of disciples a year in three prefectures. Regardless of the overall talent of the disciples and the resources of the Martial Academy, It's all very different!

But in Wanqin's knowledge, being able to enter Nanmeng Wuyuan is already very good.

She didn't understand why her son gave up the martial arts competition.

"Mother, I plan to participate in the big competition next year, and I have a great hope of entering the Yunwu Palace!" Wu Yuan added: "The patriarch and the dean are very supportive of me."

Wu Yuan did not reveal the inside story.

Wan Qin was taken aback when he heard the words, but hesitated.

She trusts the patriarch 'Wu Qiming' very much, and also remembers that the head of the martial arts academy is a kind old man, but this is related to her son's future.

"Mother, if the child can enter the Yunwu Palace, he will be at least a fifth-rank martial artist in the future, and maybe even higher, and his father will be very pleased to know." Wu Yuan said directly: "No matter how bad it is, next year I will also be able to enter the south. Dream Martial Academy, it’s not too late to go a year later.”

"Fifth grade warrior?" Wan Qin seemed a little moved.

Because, she always remembered her husband's thoughts, that is, they could produce a fifth-rank warrior in this room.

Besides, she is very clear about what it means to be a fifth-rank martial artist.

In the entire Wu family in Licheng, there is not a fifth-rank martial artist. As long as one is born, not only the small family, but the status and power of the entire family will rise by a large margin.

In this world, wealth is just a derivative of force.

"Yuan'er, since the patriarch supports you, I won't say anything more." Wan Qin said: "However, don't be impulsive when things happen, and you must first pay attention to your own safety."

"My child understands." Wu Yuan felt warm in his heart, as parents, they often only wish their children to be safe.

"mother."

"This is a reward from the Martial Academy." Wu Yuan flipped his palm, handed out a bank note, and handed it to Wan Qin.

"One hundred taels?" Wan Qin couldn't believe it.

She worked hard for a month on weekdays for less than two taels of silver, and her annual salary was only twenty or thirty taels.

One hundred taels of silver is enough for an ordinary family of three to live for several years!

"Mother, the martial arts academy focuses on training me, and I will be distributed every month in the future." Wu Yuan smiled and said, "You take it first."

This is also the reason why Wu Yuan didn't take out one thousand taels all at once.

too much!

When mother Wan Qin saw it, she was afraid that she would be frightened.

"Yuan'er." Wan Qin looked at Wu Yuan.

She didn't know what to say for a moment, she knew that a powerful warrior's ability to earn money was amazing, but Wu Yuan was only fourteen years old after all.

"Mother, I will try my best to support this family with you in the future, and send 'Xiao Yi' to school tomorrow." Wu Yuan said.

"Well, send it to the school." Wan Qin nodded.

Rich people, even if their children have no martial arts talent, most of them will be sent to school, and then the imperial examination.

In this world, women can also participate in the imperial examination!

Without the power to restrain a chicken, he is expected to become a member of a party, like a county guard, who can make many fourth-rank warriors bow their heads.

If it weren't for the family being in dire straits, why would Wan Qin want her daughter to learn weaving at such a young age?

"Mother, from now on, don't work too hard." Wu Yuan suddenly said solemnly: "Go and buy more supplements, take good care of your body, after a while, I will invite the 'alchemist' to treat you well. "

"Alchemist?"

Wan Qin couldn't help but said: "It's too expensive! At best, I'll ask the doctor to take a look. I just need to have a good rest."

Mother Wanqin's health is not good, and she became sick from overwork. She fainted twice in Buzhuang, the most recent time last year.

If he had the peak strength in his previous life, Wu Yuan could check his mother's body one or two times, but now? Helpless!

The only way to rest assured is to invite alchemists.

"Mother, the child knows well." Wu Yuan said with a smile.

Wan Qin hesitated for a while, seeing his son's high spirits, he didn't speak again.

...

In the middle of the night, the whole street was completely quiet.

"Whoosh!"

An inconspicuous black shadow slipped out of the west wing room, jumped several meters high, and climbed onto the eaves.

It settles down silently, like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the darkness.

After only tens of breaths, Wu Yuan came to the river beach two miles away, which was extremely secluded.

The "Nanlong River" that runs through the entire city is wide and gentle, with buildings and boats coming and going not far away, and the pier is brightly lit.

"It's amazing."

"I was still thinking about what excuse I should find so that I can get the Grand Competition reward and not go to Yunwu Palace." Wu Yuan smiled slightly: "Unexpectedly, God is looking after me."

"Five thousand taels of silver is ten times higher than what I expected before."

"Control your muscles, relax your brain, and sleep deeply for an hour, that's enough."

"It's time to start today's practice." Wu Yuan's wrist shook slightly, his muscles and bones seemed to be shaking at the same time, and the utensils on his back suddenly flew up.

It was a long knife.

"Huh!" Wu Yuan's fingers were strong, as fast as lightning, and his five fingers stretched out and instantly closed together to grab the handle of the knife.

"Wow!" The knife slashed to one side, and then stopped suddenly!

Make this long knife just horizontally and horizontally, exactly.

"The two-hundred and thirty-jin long sword is not enough, is it possible to change it again?" Wu Yuan shook his head slightly, only to feel that the weight of the sword in his hand was lighter than last time.

It's not that the knife becomes lighter.

It's just that Wu Yuan is stronger!