The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

My name is Leng Qingsong.

The son of the former Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty.

A beggar in Maple Leaf City.

Now an ordinary sword cultivator on the small mountain of Qingyunzong.

If you want to let yourself say when is the happiest time.

I would answer without thinking: "The time when I was a beggar in Maple Leaf City was the happiest time for me."

I am only three years old, but my mind has already matured. I have seen too many people sacrifice their lives to protect themselves.

I grew up in the palace, and I was born with a noble status.

It's a pity that a so-called coup was launched under the arrogance of his father, who had an urgent hope for the throne.

The result is also expected, my father looks like a child in front of the emperor.

The father was slaughtered on the streets of the imperial city, without even seeing the palace gate.

The only thing that was not too stupid was to leave a retreat for himself and his mother, and immediately let the dead soldiers around him take his mother and himself out of the imperial city.

Also on that road, I have seen too many people who want to kill or protect themselves.

They died on the road alternately, and the shouts of killing still ring faintly in my ears to this day.

In order to avoid being chased and killed, my group could only go out at night, and I was also asked not to leave the carriage, and even the curtains were not allowed to open.

When we left, the weather was still hot, and it was a hot summer day. I don’t know why so quickly, but it snowed heavily and the wind was biting.

In the darkness, my young self didn't know when this escape would end.

The group of people who first arrived at his side became fewer and fewer, and his mother and queen died in front of him.

The first time he arrived in the wind and snow, he sat there blankly, watching the woman in front of him die in front of him.

He was one of the few people who made him feel a little warm in the Emperor's House.

Her appearance has been blurred, but the gentleness of her words and the eyes that always look at her with a smile.

It is the hope that supports me to survive these days.

When he saw her die in front of him, and his hope was shattered for the first time, he didn't want to live anymore.

It's very boring, living is really too hard for me.

This world is full of malice for him, so there is no need for him to stay above this world.

The carriage shattered, the queen's body disappeared, and she rolled onto the snow, looking at the long knife approaching her.

Ghostly men in black, holding bloody long knives, approached him like evil spirits in hell.

I closed my eyes as if I had resigned myself to my fate, and secretly swore in my heart that I would not be a human being in my next life. Being a human being was not good at all.

A huge air explosion sounded suddenly, and the expected long knife did not fall on him.

When Leng Qingsong opened his eyes and wanted to check, a hand suddenly covered his eyes, and the voice that pulled him out of hell sounded: "Children should not watch this scene!"

The voice is gentle and domineering, like an order and comfort.

Between the gaps between his fingers, he could vaguely see the shabby linen and the tenderness hidden under those indifferent eyes.

He was taken to a ruined temple, amidst a bonfire, and he saw that face.

He was obviously about the same age as himself, but his face was full of casual ease and an indifferent indifference.

The sense of vicissitudes of life that seemed to have been seen through for a long time was extremely contrary to that little person.

"Here, eat something, cry if you want, there is no one else here except me!" A roasted sweet potato was handed to him.

Under the immature voice of the child in shabby clothes on the opposite side, I couldn't help picking up the sweet potato that I wouldn't even look at on weekdays.

cry?

I haven't cried since I was born.

Even because he couldn't cry, the man in the imperial city once thought he was a disaster star, and the man named father even insulted him more than once.

I don't know how to cry, and I don't bother to cry.

Although I am only three years old, crying means cowardice!

He clearly told himself that he would not cry, but in that ruined temple, he hugged the roasted blackened sweet potato and cried loudly while he ate it.

The baked sweet potato is so unpalatable!

I also cried for too long!

I don't even know why I am crying, crying for my own misery, or crying for the mother who died in front of me.

But it was also after that day that I seemed to have grown up.

It was also from that day on that the endless pursuit behind him seemed to disappear.

He has also changed from the grandson of the emperor to an orphan in Maple Leaf City.

He wandered around Maple Leaf City all day long following that little man, mingling among the lowlifes that he had never even taken a look at.

Cheating, abducting and stealing, as long as it was a way for the two of them to survive, the child in front of him who was a head taller than him would do it.

Sometimes he would be beaten out in embarrassment, but that person would always pull him away with a smile on his face.

I also wonder why this person didn't take the first step and kill the adults behind him if he had such a high ability.

But this person told himself solemnly: "We are stealing other people's things, and it is normal for them to chase us."

This person would also take him to the fields outside the city in the middle of summer to steal sweet potatoes to eat.

Pulled out from the soil, hurriedly wiped the muddy water on it with his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth, it was crispy and sweet, mixed with the smell of earth, and he ate it with relish.

After eating in the field, his stomach was full, and he would take himself to lie in the sweet potatoes to watch the starry sky at night.

"You kid will be prosperous in the future, but you should think about labor and capital!"

I have heard this joke countless times, and I have agreed to it countless times.

Looking at the sky full of stars, the slightly undulating snoring beside him and the sound of insects in the field alternated together.

I have never slept so peacefully with that person.

The other party was just joking, but he made a serious note of it in his heart.

He was obviously only a head taller than him, but he stood in front of him like a mountain, shielding him from all wind, frost, snow and rain.

Let yourself feel a sense of security that you have never felt before.

It was at that time that I made up my mind that one day I would become the same person as the person in front of me.

Or become the sharpest sword in this person's hands!

Leng Qingsong came back to his senses, the figure of that person in childhood overlapped with Ouyang in front of him.

With a smile on his cold face, he looked at Ouyang and said softly:

"Whether I am the reincarnation of Li Taibai or not, I have always been the sharpest sword in my brother's hands! Please believe in this sword, even if it is a trick, please tell me where to swing the sword!"