"Go away, little bastard, if you were not young, I would definitely kill you on the spot!"
At the entrance of the village, a tall and thin old man casually threw the girl in his hand out.
Tang Qingxi rolled on the ground for several times, then reluctantly stood up and looked back at the old man with cold eyes: "I'm not a bastard!"
"Not yet? If your mother's bitch had not died early, I would have killed her today!" The thin old man's face was full of anger. "My son Haotian hammered the Wulin. Your mother is a sword Wulin. Aren't you a bastard who can awaken a plant Wulin?"
The old man could not stop cursing: "My son died in the Wulin Hall. I thought he had a posthumous son as a thought, but he is a bastard! You bastard deserve to die! Tang Hao, the man who killed my son, deserves to die! Get out now, or you will die!"
"I said, I'm not a bastard." Tang Qingxi looked at the old man as if he were a dead man.
She is still young, only 6 years old, and has just awakened from the Wulin. But one day, she will kill this person!
She is the leader of the Migration Palace. She has been wandering the Jianghu for several years, and has not suffered such humiliation!
With that, Tang Qingxi turned around and walked towards the mountains outside the village.
She won't say anything provocative, but she has a grudge.
She was born in the Tang Clan in the middle of Sichuan in her last life. She has amazing talent since childhood. She is not the oldest in the same generation, but only she can bear the name of Miss Tang.
Although the elders of Tangmen are a little stupid, they forced her out of Tangmen.
By coincidence, she moved to the Palace of Flowers. Her cultivation speed shocked everyone, and she became the leader of the Palace of Flowers step by step. It was also Huashan's five best swordsmanship contests.
Unexpectedly, an accident came to the world dominated by Wulin, turned into a baby, and became one of the third generation disciples of the so-called Haotianzong.
Unexpectedly, on the day of Wu Soul's awakening, he was so humiliated that he was expelled from the sect.
Tang Qingxi knew that there was no problem with her blood, but her spirit of the Haotian Hammer could not be awakened.
It's a pity that the people of this sect are not only counselling, but also stupid.
Lift up your left hand, a dark plum blossom, surrounded by the cold air, so the spirit appears in the palm.
This is indeed a martial spirit that has nothing to do with his parents. It originates from Tang Qingxi himself. This is the symbol of the last generation, the Flower Transfer Palace - black jade plum blossom.
"The black jade plum blossom is in hand, Haotianzong, wait for me!" As soon as he brushed his sleeves, Tang Qingxi did not turn back, and his figure gradually disappeared into the jungle.
"Seven elders, after all, this is a six-year-old child, and there are countless ghosts and beasts in the mountains..." A man behind the skinny old man said reluctantly.
"She deserved it when she died. If she hadn't been young, I would have done it directly." The lanky old man snorted coldly and turned to leave.
A month later, in the conference hall of the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City.
The young Tang Qingxi was brought into the hall by a bishop, who then left her alone. The bishop bowed out respectfully.
In the extremely wide meeting hall, Tang Qingxi was alone, looking very quiet.
Tang Qingxi stopped and stood without looking askance, waiting quietly.
Although the surroundings are resplendent, when she was also the top of the Jianghu, she had never seen anything precious.
When the three meter high arch opened, a soft voice sounded, "Are you the child from the Haotian Sect?"
"Not bad!" Tang Qingxi answered loudly and looked at the arch.
The famous Pope of Wulin Temple was surprised to have the chance to see her, and he looked forward to seeing her.
Soon a woman came out of the arch.
He was tall, wearing a luxurious black robe with gold patterns, and his long hair was tied up and spread behind him.
Its white skin and nearly perfect face, coupled with the invisible nobility and holiness shown on its body, make it impossible to resist the feeling of worship.
Of course, Tang Qingxi was not like that. She always looked calm, and only half bent down after the woman appeared and said, "I have seen the Pope."
Bibidong also looked at the girl standing in the center of the hall. She was very young, with a childish face and deep eyes.
There was still a scar on his cheek that had not healed. It was said that the child had walked alone through mountains.
Slowly came to Tang Qingxi, and saw Tang Qingxi looking at himself fearlessly. Bibidong raised his hand and gently stroked the scar on her face.
"Come on, kid." Her voice was more gentle. She bent down and took Tang Qingxi's hand, led her to the seat beside and sat down.
"Why did you leave the Haotian Sect?" Bibidong began to talk about business.
Tang Qingxi raised his hand and showed his soul: "Because my father is the soul of Haotianchui, my mother is the soul of sword, and my soul of sword is this."
Bibidong looked at the black flowers in Tang Qingxi's palm and was slightly puzzled: "I have read many books and records in the Wulin Hall, but I don't know what you are."
"Well, I don't know what it is anyway." Tang Qingxi shrugged her shoulders, she recognized it, but the world may indeed be the first time that this Wulin appears.
Unless there is a very small probability, there is a senior in the Migration Palace who came to this world before her.
"Then give it a name and type it." Bibidong is still soft, with a kind of earnest and persuasive tone.
"In a word, when I woke up, I was born with full soul power. Anyway, this should not be an abandoned Wulin. Can I join the Wulin Hall and be cultivated in the Wulin Hall? I hope one day I can return to the Haotian Sect and return all the humiliations they gave me. At that time, I can also guide you."
Tang Qingxi has always been a man of two generations. Since he was young, he has kept a record of the gratitude and resentment between the Haotian Sect and the Wulin Hall. From the conversations among the people in the Haotian Temple, he has basically heard a lot.
This is also the reason why she came to the Tiandou Imperial City and went directly to the Wulin Hall.
She also knew very well what the Pope was trying to do by putting down his airs and treating himself so gently.
Hearing the words, Bibidong was silent for a moment before saying, "You really don't look like a six-year-old child."
Tang Qingxi tilted his head, and then reluctantly looked at some of the children's postures: "This is not good. It shows that I am not a fool, and I have innate soul power. You can rest assured that you can cultivate me."
"And..." Tang Qingxi raised his hand.
The black light flashed, and Tang Qingxi's Wulin petals scattered around the two people: "This should improve my value."
Bibidong could not help but exclaim: "The natural talent field? You, the martial spirit, are stronger than I expected."
Tang Qingxi took back the field, twirling a petal in his hand and playing with it: "I named this Wulin Moyu Plum Blossom."
"Well, it's called black jade plum blossom." Bibidong agreed to get down, stood up again, and then extended his hand to Tang Qingxi.
Tang Qingxi put his little hand into his palm with a good grace.
Bibidong led her out gradually, and her soft and melodious voice echoed in the hall: "From today on, you are my disciple."
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