Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

Shun'an for 14 years.

New Year's Eve.

There are lanterns and festoons everywhere in Jiaxing City, and the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong.

In the northern corner of the city, a leaky house.

Painful groans exploded in the middle of the night, and in the distance was the joyous appearance of a family reunion.

In the room, a ten-year-old boy with ragged clothes and a dirty face was curled up beside the bed.

It seemed that the painful groans were too loud, and the boy woke up faintly.

His eyes were full of confusion.

"Pass... pass...you're awake, did mother disturb you?"

Mu Nianci's voice on the sickbed was intermittent like a candle in the wind, giving people a feeling of twilight.

"Ah, no."

Yang Guo was dumbfounded at this moment, a torrent of memories flooded his mind.

He suddenly heard someone calling himself, and subconsciously responded.

Looking at Mu Nianci who was dying on the bed, there was deep doubt in his eyes.

"Later... mother... cough cough... mother is afraid that she is going to die. I waited for mother... cough cough... after I left, I buried mother in the Iron Spear Temple outside the city..."

At this time, Mu Nianci's eyes were gray and his breath was dying. He coughed twice from time to time, but he couldn't say a word.

Yang Guo had just digested the memory, and stared blankly at the woman lying on the bed in front of him, the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry.

I am... Yang Guo?
Perhaps it was the fusion of memory, and a tear rolled down the corner of his eye.

"Mom, you'll be fine."

Holding Mu Nianci's withered hand, Yang Guo's eyes were slightly red, and he comforted him softly.

midnight.

In a daze, Mu Nianci seemed to see the white-clothed young man he had seen more than ten years ago when he was competing in martial arts to recruit relatives.

There was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

...

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Shun'an for 15 years.

New Year's Day.

Heavy snowfall.

Yang Guo sat in the air leaky wooden house, Mu Nianci on the bed had already turned into a cold corpse.

The tears in the corners of my eyes have dried up.

Thin and ragged clothes cannot bring warmth to oneself after all.

Looking at his dark and immature hands, Yang Guo showed a look of bewilderment.

He has indeed traveled through time, and he also has every bit of Yang Guo and Mu Nianci's ten years together.

and so……

He is Yang Guo.

Looking at the impoverished house, Yang Guo frowned immaturely.

bang——

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

The door was roughly kicked open.

The cold wind blew into the room along the open door, and Yang Guo, who was sitting on the bench, couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his dry eyes.

"Hey, little bastard, it's time to pay the rent today, you guys get ready."

The one who made the sound was a round, fat man with big arms, round waist, short limbs, and a golden jade ring on his thumb.

Yang Guo was stunned for a moment.

He rummaged through his pockets up and down, showing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Can you allow two days for the owner? Just two days."

Snapped--

A loud slap gave Yang Guo a stagger and fell to the ground.

Red and swollen palm prints appeared on his face.

"If you ask you to pay, just pay. How can there be so much nonsense? Get out if you don't pay. A little bastard, a sick ghost, still wants to live in vain."

When Yang Guo heard this, his eyes darkened.

"Why are you still not convinced, you little bastard? Am I wrong? You are a little bastard, a sick ghost."

Zhang Dafu glanced at Yang Guo contemptuously, and spat on his face.

Hearing the humiliation of the deceased mother, Yang Guo's eyes turned red.

Anger arises from the heart, and evil grows towards courage.

Grabbing a pair of scissors in the bamboo basket on the table, his eyes were like a hungry wolf.

With a penetrating luster, he fixedly stared at Zhang Dafu's neck in front of him.

Startled, Zhang Dafu took two steps back and almost fell into the snowdrift.

Looking at Yang Guo's posture of desperately fighting with him.

Zhang Dafu was disdainful at first, and then moved away from him.

He didn't want to exchange that cheap life in his eyes with his precious life.

"Little bastard, I'll give you another day. If I come again at this time tomorrow, I won't be alone!"

After uttering a harsh word, Zhang Dafu turned around and fled quickly.

pat-

With a blank expression on his face, Yang Guo closed the wooden door forcefully, so that he felt a little warmer.

"Zhang Dafu..."

Chewing the name carefully, a palpitating light danced in his eyes.

It was a crazy fire.

After half an hour.

Yang Guo dug out something similar to bark and grass roots, plus some wild vegetables, Yang Guo closed his eyes and swallowed abruptly.

There was a warm current in my stomach, and I regained some strength.

It's been a long time.

Looking at Mu Nianci who had been dead for a long time on the bed, Yang Guo still expressed indescribable sadness.

It was getting dark.

Yang Guo was holding a pair of shiny scissors.

Droopy eyelids, gloomy temperament.

Still wearing the tattered clothes from before, the scissors were carefully hidden in the sleeves, and he went out with his head down.

At a glance, the sky is covered with snow.

Only Yang Guo's figure is walking slowly, walking the most familiar road in memory.

Soon.

A house with two entrances appeared in front of me.

High walls and deep courtyards, cornices and corners.

Looking at the house, Yang Guo showed an intriguing smile.

Yang Guo doesn't like revenge overnight.

In other words, it is not an exaggeration to say that every grievance must be repaid.

He came to a corner with ease and looked at the low dog hole in front of him.

Without hesitation, he crawled over and just stood firm.

shadow.

A pair of glowing green eyes stared at Yang Guo.

"Dahei, it's me."

Yang Guo stretched out his hand, stroking the big black dog in front of him that was as tall as his stomach.

Yang Guo lived in Jiaxing City two or three years ago.

Because of Mu Nianci's illness, he went to work as a child laborer for Zhang Dafu.

They are used by them every day, but they can only maintain the most basic survival.

It was not until Mu Nianci was critically ill that Yang Guo left Zhang's mansion in order to take care of her.

Just ironic.

The house that was originally agreed to be given to Yang Guo, after Yang Guo, a cheap laborer, left.

Zhang Dafu started collecting rent every month.

Still sneering at Yang Guo and Yang Guo at every turn.

Thinking of Zhang Dafu's face, Yang Guo's hands holding the scissors became tighter.

Yang Guo has fed this black dog himself for a long time, so he is familiar with it.

The black dog rubbed Yang Guo's trousers affectionately, and then returned to the kennel because of the iron chain on it.

Silently gnawing on the big bones in the basin.

After finding the correct location, he arrived in front of Zhang Dafu's bedroom door.

Didn't meet anyone along the way.

Quietly dormant in the shadow of the corner of the door, waiting patiently.

After his hands and feet became numb and snoring sounded from the room, Yang Guo slowly opened the door.

The mahogany door is of good quality and does not rattle.

The corners of Yang Guo's mouth raised slightly, and he came to the snoring Zhang Dafu's bed in two or three steps.

At this time, his face was flushed, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

I don't want to drink less.

Plan your location in advance.

A decisive and sharp scissors stabbed at the fragile throat, while covering his mouth.

Zhang Dafu was in pain, he was about to get up abruptly, his short limbs grabbed Yang Guo indiscriminately.

In the blink of an eye, several bruises appeared on Yang Guo's body.

But Yang Guo seemed to have forgotten the pain.

Press with all your strength on the scissors.

Zhang Dafu wanted to make a sound, but his mouth was blocked, but he couldn't say a word.

He looked at the thin and frail Yang Guo in front of him in horror.

As blood continued to flow from his throat, the divine light in his widened eyes gradually faded.

Time passed minute by minute.

Until Zhang Dafu's short limbs swayed wildly for a while, and his body twitched twice.

Life has come to an end.

It was not the first time to kill someone, but Yang Guo still wiped his sweat nervously.

At this time Yang Guo just pulled out the scissors, two scarlet numbers popped up in front of his eyes.

[Zhang Dafu's crime: 2, the judgment is successful, and the balance is +2. 】

"Divine Condor... here I come..."

In this world, this skinny teenager showed the brightest smile so far.