Sweeping the heavens at the beginning

Everyone turned their heads and saw Qiu Zhuang holding a shining sword and looking at Qiuyue fiercely:

"Qiu Yue, I want to duel with you!"

Qiuyue froze for a moment, frowned, and glanced at Yang Wenxin again, not knowing what to say.

"Qiu Zhuang, what are you messing around with!"

Jiao Meimei immediately stepped forward, grabbed Qiu Zhuang's right hand holding the sword, and wanted to take the sword away, but soon, she found that Qiu Zhuang's hand holding the sword was still motionless.

No matter how Jiao Meimei tried to snatch it, she couldn't take that precious sword away.

"Sister Meimei, get out of the way, don't let me accidentally hurt you!"

Qiu Zhuang's voice was like a winter solstice cellar, but there was a fire in his eyes, which made Qiuyue feel a little silent.

He never thought that Qiu Zhuang would hate him so much as an uncle.

"Qiu Zhuang, nonsense, this is brother Wenxin's friend!"

Jiao Meimei gave a loud shout.

"To be his friend is to be my enemy!"

As Qiu Zhuang said that, he threw Jiao Meimei to the ground with a fierce look on his face.

Yang Wenxin was taken aback, this kid actually has such great strength!

"Qiu Zhuang, you..."

"I stole the master's grandfather's kung fu!"

Qiu Zhuang said coldly, with an aloof expression on his face.

Yang Wenxin was taken aback, this kid is very honest, but he was able to learn such a level by stealing kung fu, he is simply a martial arts genius.

Zhao Tianhong has principles in teaching martial arts. He doesn't teach too many things, and only pays some trivial things, but these things are enough to make a name for himself outside.

However, this kid actually stole something that Zhao Tianhong didn't want to teach, then it might be difficult for him to get along in the orphanage in the future.

Stealing kung fu in the martial arts has always been a taboo!
"Master!"

Qiuyue glanced at Yang Wenxin.

Yang Wenxin nodded: "Be careful!"

Autumn clothes can't beat Qiuyue, that's for sure.

After all, the age is there, Qiuzhuang is only seven or eight years old, even if he practiced sword to death, it would only take two or three years, but Qiuyue has decades.

"Okay, I will fight with you!"

With Yang Wenxin's consent, Qiuyue broke off a branch from a nearby tree, stepped forward and said to Qiu Zhuang.

Qiuzhuang snorted coldly and said, "Go get the sword!"

When Yang Wen heard the news, he couldn't help laughing: "Qiu Yue, take the sword!"

Qiuyue nodded, pulled out the saber behind her, then walked towards Qiuzhuang and said, "Let's take out the sword!"

Qiuzhuang nodded slightly, also in a ready posture.

The two made moves at the same time, without any problems, Qiuyue knocked down Qiu Zhuang, and pointed her sword at Qiuzhuang's throat:

"Boy, you are still far behind!"

Qiu Zhuang's face turned pale instantly, and he looked helplessly at Qiuyue in front of him, not knowing what to say.

"Come home with me, the Qiu family treated your family badly before, now it's time for us to repay you!"

"Hmph, it's because you can't compete with the Zhou family, right?"

Qiuzhuang looked at Qiuyue in front of him coldly, without any emotion in it, "My father told me before he died, that sooner or later you will not be able to compete with the Zhou family, and you will come to us!"

"Dead? What are you talking about, your father is dead?"

Qiuyue was startled.

Hearing the words, Qiuzhuang smiled and said:

"Otherwise, how could I appear in the orphanage? You drove our family out of the house in order to fight for power. Now you know that my dad is useful? It's too late!"

When Qiuzhuang heard the words, he swung Qiuyue's sword.

Qiuyue was still immersed in the sorrow of her fourth brother's death, and she didn't react at all. The next moment, Qiuyue drew her sword and swiped towards her throat.

Seeing this, Yang Wenxin suddenly shot out a silver needle from his hand, and he threw the sword away in a daze.

"Boy, are you going to die like this? Don't you want to avenge your father?"

Yang Wenxin stepped forward slowly, with a gentle expression on his face.

At this moment, Qiu Zhuang looked at the sword he had planted on the ground, and then at Yang Wenxin. He felt that Yang Wenxin in front of him was like a god, and he actually used a needle to pry his sword away.

"You... who are you?"

"If you are willing to call me master, maybe I will be your master!"

Yang Wenxin smiled slightly, walked up to the autumn clothes, and stroked his hair, "Why, are you interested?"

Qiu Zhuang in front of him is definitely a martial arts genius. Although he was defeated in a duel with Qiuyue, there is a age gap between the two parties, so it is natural to be defeated.

This does not mean that autumn clothes are bad, because in Yang Wenxin's memory, Lonely Chuuxue also practiced swords in this way when he was young.

This is a genius comparable to the characters in a novel!

"Are you willing to accept me?"

Qiuzhuang looked at Yang Wenxin with an incredulous expression on his face.

He once heard his father say that the more masters, the weirder their personalities, and the standards for accepting apprentices are extremely high.

But today, Yang Wenxin actually wanted to take him as his apprentice just by looking at him a few times!

"If you don't want to, forget it!"

Immediately afterwards, Qiuzhuang baldly heard Yang Wenxin's cry, and immediately knelt down on the ground:

"Master, please be respected by your disciple!"

Yang Wenxin nodded slightly, but soon raised his head to look at the sky, with a look of embarrassment on his face:

"What gift should I give you?"

"I don't want gifts, I just ask my master to avenge me!"

Yang Wenxin was taken aback, but he didn't expect that Qiuzhuang would hate his elders so much, but he shook his head and said:

"Yes, but I won't help you kill your own family!"

"it is good!"

Qiuzhuang nodded, looking excited, "Master, my father was killed by the Zhou family, please help me kill that enemy!"

What Qiuzhuang said really made Yang Wenxin a little unexpected. He originally thought that Qiuzhuang would say the names of the Qiu family, but he didn't expect him to say the Zhou family.

If Yang Wenxin remembered correctly, the hostile family that Qiuyue had mentioned before was the Zhou family.

Thinking that the two sides should have this feud, right?
Qiuyue on the side heard the words, her eyes were tearing, and she shouted with resentment:

"The Zhou family, it's the Zhou family again!"

"Don't be so hypocritical. If it weren't for you back then, where would the Zhou family have the strength it is now?"

Qiu Zhuang scolded.

Hearing Qiuzhuang's words, Qiuyue's whole body shook, her head drooped immediately, with an angry expression on her face.

As Qiuzhuang said, the Qiu family was almost able to completely destroy the Zhou family under the leadership of Qiu Zhuang's father, but the head of the Qiu family was bewitched by the beauties of the Zhou family, which saved the Zhou family from disaster.

And Qiuzhuang's father was kicked out of the family by a group of people because of disagreements with the Patriarch of the Qiu family.

More than 20 years have passed, and the Zhou family endured the humiliation for the past 20 years. Now they finally showed their wolf claws and scratched the Qiu family's heart fiercely.

"We are all guilty!"

After a while, Qiuyue let out a long sigh.