Chapter 1 Angry

"I heard that you have recently abandoned literature and turned to martial arts, and started to show fists and kicks. Why? I also imagine that one day, you will achieve great martial arts and achieve longevity?"

Young Master Zhou stared at a young man who looked like a poor scholar, and said with a smile.

With a handsome face, he is dressed in white clothes, spotless, and his clothes are fluttering due to the mountain wind blowing from afar, just like a fairy in the world.

Standing behind him were two big men, both of whom were grown up in stature, especially the guy with the beard. His flesh and blood were strong, and he was strong at first glance.

"Although a certain is poor, he has a strong will. He abandons literature and pursues martial arts. He is unwilling. Why, are you afraid?"

Xu Yi stared at Young Master Zhou coldly and said, with a tough look that would rather die than surrender.

He spoke generously, but he couldn't help but beat the drums in his heart. He was afraid that the uneasy surnamed Zhou would play his cards out of the way, and if he managed to survive, he would die again.

Mr. Zhou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, he laughed loudly, the more he laughed, the more ridiculous he felt, he couldn't stand up straight from the laughter, and the two big men behind him also laughed out loud.

Finally, Young Master Zhou suppressed his smile, and reached out to pat Xu Yi's face lightly, "Back then, your grandfather gave my father a chance, and I had to give you a chance. Practice hard and don't let me down. By the way, the anniversary of the death of Duke Mingde is approaching. Remember to burn a stick of incense for Duke Mingde on behalf of my father."

Xu Yi snorted coldly and stopped talking, feeling extremely depressed.

This time, it was really difficult for him to deal with this damn Young Master Zhou. He had to imitate the usual temperament of the original owner of this body, but also try his best to avoid really irritating Zhou.

When Xu Yi was scratching his head, there was a sharp whistling sound from the distant forest. Mr. Zhou frowned and said happily, "Aha, it looks like there is a big guy. Xu Yi, count your luck, remember to practice well, if I see you next time, you still look like this, I don't think it's fun, then you go underground to accompany Mr. Mingde, haha..."

After finishing speaking, he stretched his body and ran straight towards the maroon horse that was parked ten feet away. The dagger on the horse's back was left with a sword and right bow, and the horses behind were also equipped with fishing nets, which were hunting equipment.

"The young master is leaving, you bastard, how dare you not kneel down to see him off!"

The bearded man sneered, and slapped Xu Yi's shoulder with a slap, before he spit out the force of the palm. He had already got on the horse, glanced at Xu Yi who was lying on the ground, unable to get up for a long time, smiled heartily, and walked away.

Xu Yi crouched on the ground, feeling the vibration of the horse's hooves trampling the ground gradually disappearing, then stood up, patted the dust on his body, looked in the direction where the horse team disappeared, and his eyes burst out with great anger, "Son of a bitch, you have angered me."

As soon as he felt angry, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, which caused him to collapse on the ground. He felt that his mind was turned into a pot of porridge, and a large number of memories flooded in like a flood.

It took more than an hour before he struggled to stand up. The place where he had been lying seemed to have been splashed with water.

Xu Yi struggled to get to the chair by the side of the wooden house and sat down, poured two large bowls of water, looked up to the sky and sighed, "I'm really bitter and bitter."

He has been in this world for more than half a year, and the unlucky ghost who inherited this body is also called Xu Yi. When Xu Yi first arrived, he also inherited part of the memory of this gentleman, so he dealt with Young Master Zhou like that.

Until now, when all the memories poured into his body, he didn't know what happened between Young Master Zhou and Xu Yi.

What a bloody drama!

It turned out that from the generation of Xu Yi's great-grandfather, the Xu family had a great martial arts genius Ming Degong, and the Xu family was revitalized because of this.

It was also from then on that Zhou Gongzi Gaozu, who had fled to Guang'an, became a slave of the Xu family.

From father to son, from son to grandson, the years change, and in a blink of an eye, the Zhou family has been slaves of the Xu family for three generations.

But in Xu Yi's grandfather's generation, the Zhou family gave birth to a remarkable son, that is, the second uncle of the young master Zhou, Zhou Daogan.

It should be said that the Xu family treats the Zhou family well!

When Zhou Daoqian showed his talent in martial arts, Duke Mingde was dead and the Xu family had no heirs. Xu Yi's grandfather chose to take the martial arts classics left by Duke Mingde and donated them to Zhou Daoqian. He also tried his best to support him financially.

After all, manpower is sometimes poor. Youdao is poor in culture and rich in martial arts, no matter how talented ordinary people are, if they have no financial resources to supply precious medicinal materials and martial arts classics, geniuses will become mediocre.

Of course, Xu Yi's grandfather's help was not selfless, it was just because Zhou Daoqian could go a long way in martial arts, and the Xu family would definitely receive the most support.

It is human nature for both parties to benefit from each other.

However, once Zhou Daoqian became a nobleman, his former status as a domestic slave became the laughing stock of his fellow apprentices. At first, he could bear it, but as time passed, he gradually became distorted.

One side is a high-ranking disciple who worshiped in the Lingxiao Pavilion, and the other side is just a rich gentry in the country.

Zhou Daoqian missed the Xu family, and the fate of the Xu family was doomed.

However, the Xu family used to be the head of the Zhou family. Zhou Daoqian was motivated by murderous intentions, and he also cared about his reputation, so he used a blunt knife to cut his flesh.

Through an unjust case, the grandpa of the Xu family was pissed off, and the Xu family was completely defeated.

In the next twenty years, under the suppression of the Zhou family, the Xu family's situation declined and gradually became unable to support it.

Later, the Xu family's wealth was gone, and Xu Yi's parents were used tricks by the Zhou family to do hard labor for the officials, and they were exhausted for life.

Xu's family was in decline, so Xu Yi was naturally unable to practice martial arts, so he had to read some poetry and books. At the age of sixteen, he made a living as Mr. Kai Meng in Xu's village school, and barely made ends meet.

That's it, after the Zhou family received the news, they used their means to lose Xu Yi's only livelihood.

The Zhou family hastened to kill them all!

Furious and fearful, Xu Yi unexpectedly died. His body was not cold yet, just as another soul came across time and space, making Xu Yi who he is today.

Memories merged, and Xu Yi gradually realized that emotions were also merged. He actually developed a bitter hatred towards Young Master Zhou and Zhou Daogan behind him from the bottom of his heart.

"Forget it, I borrowed your body to help you with this karma, so you can rest in peace."

Xu Yi looked up at the sky and prayed silently.

After resting for a while, Xu Yi got up and went into the dilapidated wooden house, made a hasty dinner, swallowed it in big mouthfuls, and went out the door.

The night was dark, and on the blue sky, hung a round of slanting moon, bright and bright, sprinkled with brilliance, reflecting the distant mountains and forests, like a silent prehistoric monster.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain forest, Xu Yi's figure suddenly accelerated, and he took a step, he was already far away, and after a few shakes, he had already entered the depths of the dense forest.

He found an open space and opened his posture.

call!

ha!

call!

ha!