Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

Tianji Villa.

The little boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes had dozens of silver needles stuck in his body. He was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still didn't say a word. He Xiaohui, who was standing beside him, turned her head away with pity.

After the injection was finally completed, the little boy swallowed several large black pills that were extremely bitter without changing his expression.

He Xiaohui handed over the candied fruit: "It's been bitter for our little treasure, come and have something sweet."

Fang Duobing ate it obediently and picked up his small wooden sword: "Mom, I'm going to the back mountain to practice swordplay."

He Xiaohui hesitated to speak: "Xiaobao, that guy is dead, how about... let's not practice anymore, you just managed to stand up, mother is afraid of tiring you out."

Fang Duobing frowned and said, "Mom, my master is the Sword God Li Xiangyi. He is the best martial artist in the world and will not die. He promised me that he would take me in as his disciple once I have mastered the sword skills."

He Xiaohui looked at her son's big, dark, bright eyes and could not say anything else: "Then go ahead. Don't get too tired."

"Don't worry, mother."

After Fang Duobing passed away, He Xiaohui was very worried.

"Alas, our Xiaobao is willing to endure any hardship and punishment just for what Li Xiangyi said. I can't bear to see him like that."

The maid advised: "Don't be sad, Madam. The young master is more lively and cheerful than before, and he is more energetic. This is a good thing, and he will get better and better in the future."

He Xiaohui sighed: "I hope so."

I really hope that Li Xiangyi is still alive so that Xiaobao can get what he wants.

Everyone in the world knows that Tianji Villa is rich enough to rival a country, and its owner He Xiaohui is married to the current Minister of Revenue Fang Zeshi.

The couple had only one son, who was as precious as a piece of gold and jade, and was the center of all love and affection, more precious than their own eyes.

However, this precious little master had been weak and sickly since childhood. In order to help him grow up smoothly, he was called Duobing and given the nickname Xiaobao.

Although the young master is weak, he has great ambitions.

He is obsessed with martial arts and has dreamed of becoming a great hero since he was a child. When he grows up, he travels around the world, helps the weak and fights for justice.

However, when he was ten years old, he was so weak that he could not even stand up, let alone practice martial arts, let alone swing a sword.

When he was ten years old, Shan Gudao, who claimed to be his "uncle", came to Tianji Villa to teach him martial arts, with disappointment and disgust in his eyes.

"You are so useless. You can't even hold a sword. What's the point of learning martial arts?"

After Shan Gudao left, the dejected young master sat in a wheelchair, bending over and struggling to reach the sword that had fallen on the ground.

A loser like him wants to learn martial arts and become a hero? Forget it.

Just when he was feeling sad, a free and easy voice sounded above his head.

"That sword is too heavy and not suitable for you. Use this wooden sword instead. If you can practice a hundred basic sword moves with this wooden sword, come to me and I will accept you as my apprentice."

A small wooden sword was handed to him. When Fang Duobing looked up, the man had already turned and left, leaving him with only his back.

He was a young man with a high ponytail and wearing a white tights. He held a sword in his right hand and put it behind his back. His back alone exuded an indescribable spirit.

The boy put a candy in his mouth as he walked: "A swordsman must hold the sword tightly in his hand and never lose it again."

In the young master's eyes, that person was glowing, walked into his life, and became his goal and direction.

There were two words engraved on the hilt of the wooden sword - Xiang Yi.

Fang Duobing knew him. He was the junior brother of his "uncle" Shan Gudao, the leader of the Sigu Sect, the Sword God Li Xiangyi, who became the best in the world at the age of fifteen.

He decided that he wanted to become someone like Li Xiangyi!

In the back mountain, the young master waved the wooden sword in his hand earnestly again and again with a firm look in his eyes.

"I must practice my sword skills well and satisfy my master so that he will accept me as his disciple."

The boy was so absorbed in his practice that he had no idea that his idol was watching him from the tree.

Li Xiangyi held a candy in his mouth and watched the little boy swinging his sword again and again, feeling very uncomfortable.

He had already learned from his master that this boy was not actually his senior brother's nephew, but his biological son.

Unexpectedly, his senior brother hated him so much, but his son admired and respected him.

Fate is so fickle.

Li Xiangyi looked at the little boy and thought: Shan Gudao has no talent in martial arts, but his son has good aptitude.

This look lasted for an hour.

Fang Duobing put away his sword, panting with exhaustion. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, drank a sip of water, and sat under a tree to rest.

The boy's shoulders, which had been straight all along, slumped down. In fact, he was also afraid in his heart, afraid that the rumors in the world were true.

Is the Master really dead?

Fang Duobing's eyes were red as he whispered to himself, "I have already mastered a hundred basic sword moves. When will you come to check on me, Master?"

"I've checked it out, and it's well practiced."

Fang Duobing looked up suddenly and saw a figure falling from the sky and standing in front of him.

Even though he had never seen Li Xiangyi before, and the person in front of him did not have a high ponytail and was dressed more like a scholar, Fang Duobing recognized him as Li Xiangyi at a glance.

Because he was holding a sword in his hand, with the words "Shao Shi" written on the hilt. That was Li Xiangyi's sword.

The young master was able to break a huge weight and cut off his neck, turning his bones into soft ones.

"Hey, hey, hey, little brat, don't cry."

Tears were streaming down the child's big eyes. He had been terrified by hearing about Li Xiangyi's death these days, and he finally couldn't hold back his tears when he saw him alive in front of him.

Fang Xiaobao tugged at Li Xiangyi's sleeve and cried loudly: "Woo woo... I knew you would be fine."

Li. Sword God. Number One in the World. Xiangyi was only twenty years old at this time. He was a rare genius in martial arts, but he still had trouble coaxing a child.

In a hurry, Li Xiangyi took out a candy, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into the child's mouth: "Don't cry, or I will leave."

Fang Duobing tried hard to hold back his voice, but tears were still falling.

Li Xiangyi felt a little soft-hearted when he saw those big eyes. This child didn't look like his father at all. He must have taken his mother's appearance.

Since he has decided to take him in as his apprentice, he will definitely teach him well and will not let him follow in the footsteps of his senior brother.

When He Xiaohui, attracted by her son's crying, rushed over with a sword in hand, the first words she heard were:

"Fang Duobing, from now on, you are my Li Xiangyi's apprentice."

He Xiaohui looked over in shock. Young Master! It was really Li Xiangyi!

Fang Duobing's tears stopped for a second, his big eyes were red, he knelt on his knees with a plop, and said loudly:

"Disciple Fang Duo is ill and is here to see Master."

Then he kowtowed three times, raised his head, looked at Li Xiangyi with sparkling eyes, and called him happily:

"Master."

Fang Xiaobao has a pair of big, black and bright eyes. When he looks at people happily, he looks like a cute training dog. No one in Tianji Villa can resist him.

Li Xiangyi couldn't resist and was touched by her cuteness.

He touched Fang Xiaobao's head and pulled him up: "Hurry up, your leg has just healed, your mother must be worried."

He Xiaohui appeared and said with a smile: "From now on, my Xiaobao will trouble Master Li. Please move to the manor and let Xiaobao make up for your teacher's tea."