In the prosperous imperial city, people come and go, the traffic is busy, and the flow is endless.
Lu Xiaoran brought his two apprentices to a corner of the imperial city.
It's a small intersection, not many people, so it's okay.
On the corner of the street, sat a one-legged beggar, dressed in tattered clothes. The messy long hair was sticking down on his face, making it impossible to see his appearance.
In the imperial city, there are many such beggars. After all, some monks fight with others, their cultivation base is abolished, and they can only live as beggars in the end.
Even though this is just a small intersection, there are several little beggars sitting there.
But this beggar is obviously different from other beggars.
He is not like other beggars who compromise and ask for a reward regardless of his dignity.
However, although he does not ask for a reward, his more miserable appearance can arouse the sympathy of others. Therefore, there are many more people who reward him than those who reward other beggars.
Naturally, this made other beggars unhappy.
It was almost noon that day, when there were not many pedestrians, a few beggars looked at each other and then surrounded each other.
"Boy, are you very good at robbing business? We all come out to beg for food, we shouted hard, worked hard, and only made a little money for food and clothing a day. You are better, sit still, don't say a word, and earn more than us every day. many."
The young beggar didn't answer, the eyes hidden in the messy hair were dim, as if he didn't take the little beggars in front of him in his eyes.
This scene naturally made the beggars who were already upset even more annoyed.
After cursing a few words, the crowd rushed forward, shot him, and beat him.
The young beggar did not resist, like a dead man.
Yun Lige and Fang Tianyuan, who were not far away, couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in their hearts when they saw this scene.
The thing they hate the most is bullying.
These beggars, because they have a lot of people, it's okay to beat a beggar in a group, and the other party is missing a leg, which is even more inhumane.
"Master, let's take action, these people are too hateful."
Lu Xiaoran didn't answer, just glanced at a figure in a black robe not far away, thoughtfully.
"Don't worry, he won't die in a while."
Then, in his mind, he began to call for prosperity.
"Prosperity, come out."
"Come, come, master, here I come."
"Call me the other party's information panel."
"Okay, it's being generated."
Soon, a light curtain appeared in Lu Xiaoran's mind.
Li Changsheng, twenty-five years old.
The original son of Qinglian Sword Sect, the son of the former Sect Master of Qinglian Sword Sect. The peerless genius, the genius of the sky, known as the reincarnation of the sword god!
His life was a miracle.
When he was born, the sword qi fell from the sky, and the swords trembled. Born with the sword bone, it is born with affinity for swordsmanship.
At the age of one, he entered the body forging, at the age of two he broke the acquired heaven, at the age of three he developed the innate, and at the age of four he became a master.
Before cultivating, he had already developed his sword intent, and after three years of practice, his sword intent had already become complete.
At the age of seven, the Qinglian Sword Sect had no one to teach.
Later, in the Jianzong ruins, he obtained the inheritance of the Sword Saint Litian ten thousand years ago, and his cultivation level made a leap.
At the age of twelve, he killed a desolate and ancient flood dragon, obtained the dragon's blood and quenched his body, and his cultivation level directly broke through the realm of creation, reaching the first level of the realm of breaking the delusion.
Qinglian Jianzong regards it as the next generation headmaster.
Naihe, at the age of sixteen, because of the marriage of the sect, he was offended and liked that girl's son of luck.
Needless to say, Li Changsheng, who was regarded as a miracle all his life, has since turned sharply down, not only was defeated by the opponent, but also maimed.
Li Changsheng, who is obsessed with martial arts, is naturally unwilling to be outdone, looking for opportunities everywhere to improve his cultivation.
However, there are still repeated defeats.
He has experienced nearly 20 battles, both big and small.
Every time, it ended in a fiasco. Every time, he was seriously injured and his cultivation was almost abolished.
Until the last time, the opponent completely dug out his sword bone, destroyed his dantian, meridians, body... making him a complete waste.
However, the other party did not kill him, but threw him to the Great Zhou Imperial City, became a beggar, and sent someone to supervise him.
As for Li Changsheng's parents, because they wanted to protect him, they were bombarded and killed by the other party, and their dead souls fell under Jiuyou.
...
Seeing this scene, Lu Xiaoran was so stupid.
If it wasn't for a later turning point, a son of luck came and beat Li Changsheng into a cripple, Lu Xiaoran would almost think that Li Changsheng was a son of luck himself.
He is simply too buggy.
More perverted than myself.
No, he didn't change himself either.
After all, Li Changsheng's cultivation technique and the bloodline he was born with must far surpass his own. His cultivation method is the best of the holy rank, and at that time, he only had the heavenly rank cultivation method.
But when he was twelve years old, he broke through the delusional realm. After cultivating for ten years, he broke through the Delusional Realm.
Moreover, he just practiced the swordsmanship in martial arts.
Lu Xiaoran is cultivating martial arts and formations, medicinal pills, refining weapons, etc. at the same time.
So, strictly speaking, Lu Xiaoran still has to surpass him by a lot.
However, such a perverted guy was eventually abused by the son of luck, and even his parents were sacrificed to heaven. How powerful does this son of luck have to be?
Just give up on him like this?
Ke Wangcai rated him as SSSSS, with a total of five S's, much stronger than any of his current apprentices.
It is a pity not to accept such a good disciple.
Lu Xiaoran estimated that if he absorbed him, he would definitely be able to improve his cultivation very quickly in a short period of time.
However, in this way, he will offend one more powerful Son of Luck.
Is the income worthwhile?
For a moment, Lu Xiaoran couldn't help but hesitate.
"Um...."
He rubbed his temples fiercely, trying to calm his mind, but he couldn't calm down.
"Master, have you thought about it? I think he is about to be beaten to death. If it goes on like this, you don't have to think about it."
Lu Xiaoran slapped his head hard to force himself to wake up.
"Go! Isn't he just a child of luck? I have offended so many, so this one is not bad. Take action."
Hearing Lu Xiaoran speak, Yun Lige and Fang Tianyuan shot at the same time.
In an instant, the little beggars were directly dealt with.
Li Changsheng, who was on the verge of being beaten, didn't thank Yun Lige and the two of them. His eyes were all ashes.
He had already lost his faith, his faith to live.
His kendo heart has been completely shattered.
Now, he has no hope of living.
Just living like this, one day, one day.
Even just now, even if he was beaten to death by a beggar, he would not struggle too much.