Chapter 1 Rebirth

No one in the martial arts world knows about Dongfang Bubai, but few people know about Deng Jiuru. He is just a little shrimp in a small gang, but no one knows that Deng Jiuru and Dongfang Bubai grew up together with bare buttocks. Of course

, at that time he was not called Dongfang Bubai.

But in the year when the village was bloodbathed, Dongfang Bubai was rescued by people from the Sun Moon God Sect, and Deng Jiuru, who was destined to die after being stabbed, was also rescued by another passerby, but he also survived the disaster.

, Dongfang Invincible has become a myth in the martial arts world, and Deng Jiuru, because he has learned martial arts from this senior for two years but still has no progress, failed to become a disciple, and eventually became an ordinary person.

Deng Jiuru didn't feel sad. He was busy in the tea shop next to the official road with horsetail grass in his mouth. He felt that his life was quite comfortable. The elders in the sect were watching the scenery, but who could laugh?

In the end, he admitted that he was greedy for life and fearful of death and had no ambition, but peace was a blessing, unless he was a top master like Dongfang Bubai.

Yes, in Deng Jiuru's heart, Dongfang Bubai's impression was very contradictory. One was that he was a child who was quite innocent and crying when he was young, and the other was that like his changed name, no one could defeat him in the world.

First.

Of course, Deng Jiuru still had a feeling in his heart that was difficult to tell to others. He didn't know that he had other thoughts about his childhood. Is this a deeper friendship or love? But no matter what it is, it can only be

Just a fantasy.

Deng Jiuru could never forget Dongfang Bubai in his heart, but Dongfang Bubai must have forgotten all the past events a long time ago.

After spitting out the dogtail grass in his mouth, Deng Jiuru hummed a tune while serving teapots and teacups to a table of guests at the door. At this time, the conversation of the four people on the table reached Deng Jiuru's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

"What I said is absolutely true, Dongfang Bubai is dead!"

"Fart, he is the number one master, who can kill him?"

"You must be ignorant. No matter how powerful Dongfang Bubai is, he can't withstand being besieged by several people, let alone Ren Woxing, who everyone thought was dead, and Linghu Chong, who has amazing swordsmanship. Think about it, he Dongfang Bubai

Invincible is not someone with three heads and six arms, if he doesn't die like this, he is really a monster!"

The world is always like this. The strong ones who win are admired by others, while the strong ones who fail become the talk of the town. People who once made people dare not mention their names are now being commented on by several three-legged cats in a mocking tone. Deng Jiuru

My heart felt hot, and I smashed all the teapots and teacups on the guests at this table.

"Fuck your mother, you little brat, you don't want to live anymore, you'll burn me to death!" The strong man with a dark face who had been splashed with hot tea stood up with a "pop", picked up Deng Jiuru's neck collar, his eyes were wide open.

The frog is still bulging.

Deng Jiuru looked at the ferocious face in front of him and suddenly smiled contemptuously: "Bah, you are still here talking about Dongfang Bubai. You people are not worthy of carrying his shoes!"

"Good boy, you are Dongfang Bubai's running dog. I will kill you to eliminate harm to the martial arts world!" The man pulled out the long sword from his waist and penetrated his chest.

Deng Jiuru only felt a pain in his heart. He had been heartbroken just now. Now he was really heartbroken. Deng Jiuru fell on his back. The noise in his ears was the noise of the tea shop and the sound of blood flowing. But the clearest thing was that he had always been there for so many years.

The sound that echoes in midnight dreams.

"Brother Jiuru, you caught so many dead crickets for me yesterday!"

"I'll catch another one for you later. I'll make sure it's even braver than yesterday's, and I'll beat them all down!"

"Yeah! I'll go with you!"

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"Brother Jiuru, wait for me, ah, I can't swim, brother Jiuru..."

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When the sound became more and more hollow, Deng Jiuru's eyes refused to close. At the last moment when his consciousness dissipated, Deng Jiuru suddenly thought that the Dongfang Bubai in his memory was still a child. He didn't know what he would be like when he grew up.

appearance.

The moment he regained consciousness, Deng Jiuru only felt groggy, his body was in pain as if it was being torn apart, and there was endless darkness in front of him. His legs seemed to be filled with lead and he could not take any steps, and his throat felt like it was being squeezed.

It hurt like a burning fire, so I subconsciously shouted "water", and then I felt a cool feeling on my lips.

Water seemed to bring unexpected power at times like this. When Deng Jiuru opened his eyes again, he was immediately startled by the familiar face that appeared in front of him.

This man was his savior back then, and he was also the undestined master Su Baiyun who taught him kung fu for two years and finally left because he was dissatisfied with his qualifications. Is it possible that he saved him this time? In this way, but twice

A life-saving grace.

Deng Jiuru had ten thousand question marks in his heart, but his sore throat could not utter a single word. Perhaps Deng Jiuru's eyes were too obvious. The white-clothed swordsman saw the anxiety in his heart. At this time, he reached out and touched Deng Jiuru's head.

He opened his mouth and said: "You are too seriously injured and need to rest now. Listen to me. No matter how sad you feel now, don't think about it anymore."

Deng Jiuru blinked his eyes and suddenly realized something was wrong. The room in front of him was exactly the same as the one where he was recovering from his injuries when he was a child. And the Su Baiyun in front of him was not old at all, he was still so young and handsome.

After struggling to raise an arm, Deng Jiuru looked at the hand that was obviously a child's, and felt a turmoil in his heart.
Chapter completed!