The Ancestor of Body Repair

In the evening, the sun was setting, and half of the sky was dyed orange.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a dozen or so mountain streams are like golden ribbons, flowing down from the mountains and converging into a giant circular lake. From a distance, it looks like the mountains are weaving a golden thread. Clothes.

There is a yellow trail not far from the lake, which is the main road from the surrounding mountains to Huayuan City, and a small motorcade is coming from afar.

There were about fifty people in the convoy, some riding horses, some sitting in carriages, and there were a few crisp noises from time to time, and on either side were guards with knives with straight waists and strong clothes, and many carrying A burden, a handyman with a horse and cart.

At the forefront of the team, there is a horse that is different. This horse is black and shiny. It is taller and stronger than the surrounding horses.

Riding on the horse is a middle-aged man in brocade clothes, with a thin face, thick eyebrows and small eyes, high temples, and a faint twinkle in his eyes.

The figure looks a little thin, but the fingers holding the horse rope are unusually thick, and the whole person exudes a strong fierce aura.

"Uncle Yu, haven't you arrived at Huayuan City yet?" A tender voice came from the carriage in front, and the curtain was opened by a pair of fair hands.

The speaker was a little girl of about ten years old, with a baby fat face, a pair of big watery eyes under the slender eyebrows, full of aura, and there was a boy with a very similar appearance, who looked older than the girl. One or two years old, full of heroism between his eyebrows.

"Sister, didn't I tell you earlier, it's impossible to arrive today at the current speed of the team, so why bother uncle."

Before the middle-aged man could reply, the boy answered first, expressing strong dissatisfaction in his tone.

The little girl pouted and said, "Hmph, how old are you than me? Who knows if it's right or not. Dad said he would listen to Uncle Yu along the way, but he didn't say he would listen to you, so I don't believe you."

"Brother, I'm born smart, I don't know how to carry forward the Iron Fist Sect in the future. It took us nearly ten days to set off, and there were a few more carriages on the way back. If it took ten days to return, wouldn't it be... …”

Seeing that the two little ancestors tended to quarrel again, the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly.

He first gave a few words to the guards beside him, and then said to the carriage: "Young Master, Miss, it's getting late. We will rest by the Jinsi Lake for the night. We will leave tomorrow morning and we will arrive at Huayuan City at noon."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man ignored the more intense quarrel in the carriage and drove the horse back.

In the carriage at the back, there were teenagers, both male and female, who looked very smart, and they were all new disciples of the Iron Fist Sect.

Although this powerful sect of Huayuan City only occupies one city, its influence is not small, and the towns and villages in a large area around it are all under its control.

The heads of townships and villages, in addition to paying offerings on time, must select some children with extraordinary qualifications every ten years to replenish the Tekkenmen with fresh blood.

This caravan is here to pick up the disciples who are about to enter the school. Those children and teenagers with good qualifications will become inner disciples, and those with lesser talents will become outer disciples.

The surrounding towns and villages all hope that the children of their own villages can enter the Iron Fist Gate. If they become disciples of real power, not only will there be guards to guard them in the future, but the villagers will also have the opportunity to obtain superficial exercises, and the village will become more and more prosperous.

The fresh blood replenishment every ten years, coupled with the management of the surrounding towns and villages, has allowed the Iron Fist Gate to maintain the dominance of Huayuan City for nearly a hundred years.

"Get ready, set up camp at Jinsi Lake tonight." Under the instructions of the middle-aged man, several guards shouted at the carriages.

Hearing this sentence, especially after the three words Jinsihu, these children were all excited, chatting and discussing non-stop.

"Wow, it's time to go to Jinsi Lake. I heard from my father that Jinsi Lake is the most beautiful lake in our country. You must take a good look at it!"

"Who said that Jinsi Lake is the most beautiful lake, my family's Bibo Lake is!"

"I heard that the perch in Jinsi Lake has a very special taste, and it is a great delicacy in Luzhou!"

"Ah, I'm hungry."

Hearing the noise of the little guys in the convoy, a smile appeared on the stiff face of the middle-aged man.

"These are the fresh blood of the Iron Fist Sect. Back then, some of our brothers and sisters stayed by the Jinsi Lake for one night before entering the school. They were even more excited than them, and went down to the lake to catch fish together."

"But now Senior Brother Zhang...Hey, he grew up in this area, and he likes to eat the perch from Jinsi Lake the most." When he thought of Senior Brother Zhang, a little sadness flashed in his small eyes, and his expression was a little dazed.

"Guru..."

"Come on..."

Suddenly, a few strange voices came from his ears, and he couldn't help but look around, only to see two guards beside him staring at Jinsi Lake not far away, one rubbing his stomach, the other wiping it. Mouth drool.

The middle-aged man laughed dumbly and said, "Xiao Wang, Xiao Chen, find a few brothers who understand water to go down to the lake to fish, let's see if you are greedy."

"Elder Yu still understands us, brothers can't wait." The two of them raised their hands to say hello, and called out a few guards who were also eager to see through, and hurried towards the lake.

While running, their legs seemed to have a layer of air surging, and their bodies were extremely fast. It didn't take long for them to come to the lake. They took off their clothes and plunged into the lake. .

After a while, the convoy also arrived at Jinsi Lake, and several guards who were proficient in water swam out of the water one after another, and there were more than a dozen big and lively plump fish on the lake.

The handymen began to set up camp, make a fire to cook, and the children and teenagers in the car got out of the car and played around by the lake. The guards performed their duties.

Gradually, the sky darkened, and the children frolicking by the lake also reluctantly returned to the camp to the scolds of the guards, sitting by the campfire waiting for dinner.

Wang Xiaopang was patrolling the edge of the camp, but his round eyes looked at the grilled fish on the fire rack in the distance from time to time, and there was a hint of crystal color at the corner of his mouth, thinking about how many fish he could eat to fill his stomach.

At this moment, two figures suddenly appeared on the other side of Jinsi Lake.

"who?"

During the scolding, he used the bonfire in the distance to see the person coming.

Both figures were wearing clothes sewn from animal skins. One of them was an old man with white hair, wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes, a red mole on the left side of his dark face, a straight waist and a long breath, like a martial artist. people.

The other was a burly, short-haired man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

After Wang Xiaopang saw the old man's face clearly, he was slightly taken aback and said, "Are you Uncle Zhang? The father of the first elder?"

The old man looked at the young guard with a smile and said, "You are the guard next to Elder Yu, right? I have some impressions, could it be that Elder Yu is here?"

"It's really Uncle Zhang, and Elder Yu is indeed here, wait a moment, I'll let him know."

Xiao Wang was quite surprised, but before he could turn around, there was a whirring sound in his ears, and a middle-aged man galloped from the camp.

Lu Kun looked at the galloping figure, his pupils shrank slightly. The speed of the other party was beyond his imagination. According to his experience, this burst speed reached at least 100 meters and 9 seconds, or even faster!

Accompanied by a strong wind, a middle-aged man had already come to them, and he said respectfully: "Uncle Zhang, what kind of wind brought you here?"

Lu Kun on the side felt the other party's steady breath, not even a breath, and was even more shocked. Such a rapid explosion put a lot of pressure on the heart and lungs, but why did the other party seem to have no lungs?

"Elder Yu, he is Yu Yunye, one of the four elders of the Iron Fist Sect that Zhang Bo said. The speed of lifting a heavy weight is too terrifying..."

"Could it be that the martial arts in this world are as magical as those in those martial arts TV series?"