Volume 1: Northern Beauty Chapter 3: Three Years of Time
As for the others, it was only thirteen-year-old Qing Yan who broke through to Wu Jiang Sixth Level in the previous period of time. This made Qing Luo so happy that he could smile even in his dreams. At the age of thirteen, he entered Wu Jiang Sixth Level, two years earlier than Zhang Sun Qing Zi. It's worth noting that these two years are very significant. With Qing Yan's speed, he is no longer inferior to some natural talents! Therefore, Qing Luo has high hopes for this grandson hidden in his heart!
In a world that respects martial arts the most, people still talk about martial arts the most. Qing Shui is afraid to hear that dreadful word, so he would rather not sleep or eat and run to the mountains outside to quietly sulk!
As time went by, he became more and more indifferent, of course, except for his mother who could see his smile, even Qing Luo couldn't see it!
Qīng Shuǐ doesn't know that every time Qīng Yī sees that lonely and desolate small figure, she can't help but feel a pang of heartache. In the past three years, she has sought out countless precious medicinal materials to treat Qīng Shuǐ, but they have had no effect whatsoever. That cold and indifferent little face only reveals a warm smile when she is fast asleep and having a good dream!
"How did you run out? Don't practice martial arts, or Uncle will spank your butt!" Qing Shui's face only softened a bit when talking to Qing Hu.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt, what's there to be afraid of!" Qing Hu said nonchalantly. Qing Shui found it adorable that a seven-year-old child would say something like this, unaware that he was also just a child!
"Go, go back! Auntie will come looking for you again soon!" Qing Hu said with a flicker of his big eyes, full of vigor and energy!
Qīng Shuǐ saw Qīng Hǔ's robust body, then looked at his own thin body and couldn't help but let out a sigh. Was he really destined to spend his life like this? Why did so many people cross over, each becoming an unparalleled strongman, yet it couldn't be him? Was crossing over once easy for others?
Qing Shui and Qing Hu returned to the Qing house just in time for dinner, while Qing Yi was about to go find Qing Shui. Seeing Qing Shui return, he invited Qing Shui and Qing Hu to eat together. Today is the last day of the month, and on the last day of every month, the whole family gathers together for a meal, which also serves as a way to bond with each other!
Qing Luo is at the main table, with Qing He, Qing Zi and Qing Yan. Further down are other second-generation members, followed by a somewhat disorganized third generation!
Qingzi and Qingyao can sit there because of their strength, which is a motivating tool implemented by Qing Luo. The purpose is to mobilize the combativeness of these little guys, because sitting at the first table is an honor in itself, and pocket money is also much higher than others!
Qīng Shuǐ was quietly finishing his meal beside Qīng Yī, while others were all in groups of three to five, several people with similar strength gathering together. Qīng Shuǐ had always been a lonely person since he was young, and as his mother, Qīng Yī was at a loss.
Qing Yi sighed for three years, and in those three years, her own son had become like this. Three years ago, although he was downcast, it wasn't as bad as now. After all, sometimes she could still see his childish side. But now, that expression didn't look like a child's at all. If things continued like this, the child would collapse and fall apart. Looking at the lonely and desolate small figure walking away, Qing Yi's eyes dropped tears again!
Three years, don't know how many times I've cried!
Qīng shuǐ luò jiào de zǒu chū qīng jiā, tā chú le qù wài miàn de shān pō tā yě méi yǒu dì fang kě qù, zài yī cì lái dào bù zhī dào duō shǎo cì lái guò de dì fang, kàn zhe yuǎn chù de qiào lì shān fēng hé xuán yá, tā shèn zhī xiǎng guò yī sǐ le zhī, dàn tā zhī dào bù néng, měi cì kàn dào niáng qīn nà yīn qiè de yǎn jīng zhōng de xī wàng, tā jiù gào suǒ zì jǐ, zì jǐ yí dìng yào jiān qiáng de huó xià lái, bù wéi bié de jiù wèi nà yī dào xī wàng de yǎn jīng！
Qīng Shuǐ couldn't bear to be a useless person, the more he thought about it, the more sorrowful he became, and the more sorrowful he was, the more stifled he felt. He had an urge to go crazy, and he couldn't help but shout at the sky: "You scoundrel Heaven, I won't admit defeat! You oppress me, and I'll turn you upside down!" The childish, resentful voice echoed far away!
He ran towards the mountain like a madman, wanting to run out all his discontent and anger, otherwise he felt he would explode!
But his body wouldn't allow him to do so, in a few breaths he felt suffocated, yet he still gritted his teeth and continued to charge up the mountain as if unconsciously.
Sweat flowed down like a small stream, flowing into his eyes and stimulating his nerves and will! That was the effect of suffocation combined with the pain of the five internal organs!
"I won't give up, I want to get stronger, I want to hold on...!" Ran wildly for a long time, finally fell down and lost consciousness!
