.The beginning and end of the legend.

The second strata of the Tianwu Realm, Wufu Island.

This is a floating island with a warm climate, which is like spring all year round. I like rain. There are three months of the year when it is raining, three months when it is pouring heavy rain, and three months when it is dark clouds covering the sky...

The humid climate nourishes every inch of land on the floating island. The island has prosperous plants and magnificent mountains and rivers. The only two cities have large populations, small bridges and flowing water, clean environment, and the lives of the people are quite rich. Although there are displaced beggars on the streets, most of the people are willing to work hard and still have enough food to eat. This is a floating island full of a comfortable atmosphere.

This floating island is under the rule of the Li family, but because it is located in a remote location, the Li family only sent dozens of warriors to guard the place with an ordinary army of a troop of thousands of people. The army has nothing to do on weekdays, and its biggest responsibility is to collect fixed taxes from the people in the city every month.

It's rainy and rainy again in the afternoon.

In the drizzle, the girl in a blue cloth shirt was carrying a bamboo basket in one hand and a blue cloth shirt, with her eyes closed, and a bamboo stick in her hand, constantly touching the ground and moving forward in the alley.

The girl is not as beautiful as a sinking fish and falling geese. She is beautiful in nature, but she is petite, has a clear face, and her eyes are closed and her eyes are particularly adorable. Seeing her eyes closed and she explores the way with bamboo sticks, she is obviously a blind girl who cannot see the bright world.

The drizzle drizzled on the girl's beautiful face. She smiled and finally walked into a courtyard.

"Puchi, puchi, puchi..."

The hot breath lingers in the courtyard, and rhythmic sounds keep ringing.

When hearing this sound in front of the courtyard, the girl smiled in surprise and excitement, looked ahead blankly, shouting: "Batian, Mo Batian! Are you back?"

In the middle of the courtyard, a large hot iron pot stood, filled with red iron sand. A strong man with his upper body was covered in sweat, sweating, constantly churning the iron sand in the large iron pot with a pair of flesh palms.

These iron sands are not ordinary iron sands. They are specially used by men to polish the "turtle iron" with the strongest heat in the Tianwu Realm to grind it into pieces, load it in an iron pot and heat it with a fire, specifically used to cultivate the iron sand palms.

This special iron sand, after being heated until it turns red, has a terrifying temperature comparable to hot magma.

But this man covered in sweat was so hot that he was unaware of it. He rushed towards the hot iron sand with an extremely heroic speed.

"Ya'er." Hearing the girl's voice, the man suddenly stopped, raised his head, and revealed a rough and heroic face.

Mo Batian!

"I'm back this time so fast, half a month. No, it's only fourteen days." The girl stood there blankly and said happily.

Mo Batian walked up with a stinky sweat, and a bear hug hugged Ya'er in his arms, smiling satisfied: "Because I miss you."

Ya'er stared at her godless eyes, smelled the familiar smell of sweat, and a happy smile appeared on her clear face. She giggled and said happily: "Although I can't see it, I can hear it or smell it, and I will never forget your smell."

...

night.

The drizzle finally stopped, and the dark clouds disappeared under the blue and ink night sky, revealing the stars in the sky. The bright moonlight barely illuminated the narrow courtyard.

A bonfire rose in the yard. Ya'er was wearing a patched coat and curled up her delicate body and sat in front of the bonfire. Her blank black eyes were facing Mo Batian, who was eating voraciously opposite her, with a happy smile on her lips.

"Ya'er, the rice you cook is fragrant." Mo Batian burped with satisfaction after catching three bowls of fragrant rice, and said with a smile.

"It's good if Batian likes to eat." Ya'er laughed happily as she heard the satisfied burp of the man opposite.

"Ya'er, have those bastards bullied you recently? If they dare to do anything, tell me, I'll beat them all over the ground for teeth." Mo Batian said solemnly.

"Of course not. They are afraid of Batian and are afraid of death now." Ya'er said with a smile: "Where did Batian go this time? Is it dangerous?"

"It's okay. But this time I finally got the title of the mid-level samurai warrior and made a little more progress. On Turkish Island, I fought with the main staff of the Hurkish Martial Arts Hall. His swordsmanship was so powerful that I almost cut off my hand..." Mo Batian gestured hard through the bonfire, although he knew that Ya'er could not see it.

"Are you injured? How is your hand?" Ya'er said anxiously. Because she could not see Mo Batian's appearance, she was even more worried, thinking that Mo Batian's hand had been cut off.

"Hahaha..." Mo Batian laughed happily and said loudly: "Of course I'm fine. Master said that my iron sand palm is the most powerful kung fu in the world. In the end, of course I hit the owner of the museum and looked for teeth all over the ground, and he also learned a very powerful new trick...."

"Huh..." Ya'er patted her **, revealing her cute expression that she had survived the disaster: "I'm scared to death."

Through the fire, Mo Batian looked at the cute expression of the blind girl in front of him, and was a little stunned.

So beautiful!

She cares about her appearance being more beautiful.

"…"

"?"

"What's wrong? Batian, why don't you talk?" Ya'er said anxiously.

Mo Batian once again laughed heroically and touched the back of his head awkwardly, saying, "Ya'er, you are so beautiful. It would be a pleasure to see you every day."

Ya'er's cheeks had two more blushing, a little shy, and a little frustrated, "Ya'er is really beautiful? Did Batian comfort me? Actually, Ya'er is an ugly monster, otherwise, since she was a child, the neighbors and people in the town would have been bullying me? Ya'er must be very ugly."

"Nonsense!" Mo Batian said seriously: "Ya'er is the most beautiful. Even if Ya'er can't see it, she is still ten thousand times more beautiful than those smelly women."

Ya'er said happily: "After Batian goes out to practice, you must remember to come back. Is it okay for Ya'er to cook for you every day?"

"Of course." Mo Batian said happily: "When I complete my agreement, I will stay in Gofukushima, protect you every day and let you cook for me every day."

"The three-year agreement that Batian has been concerned about seems to be approaching." Because of the cold night, Ya'er curled up, and Mo Batian put down his outer shirt and gently draped it on the girl's shoulder.

"I have three months left, and I have to find a way to find Lao Chen's whereabouts." Mo Batian sat down next to Yaer and said with anticipation.

"Is he very strong? Who is he? Batian must be careful." Ya'er said, leaning her little face against Mo Batian's shoulder.

"Old Chen is my best brother. I must surprise him this time when I go to find him. He must have never expected that I have entered the realm of Qingtian." Mo Batian said in a longing mood, hugging the blind girl in his arms tighter.

"Batian, no matter what you become, you must come back. I will cook for you and wash your clothes... I feel so happy just like that." Ya'er hugged the strong body of the man beside her and listened to the strong and powerful heartbeat.

"Of course, I will protect you forever." Mo Batian said solemnly, hugging the girl beside him tightly, and he suddenly felt very happy.

After saying goodbye to Chen Musheng and leaving Fengyue Island, he began a wandering practice life.

From one floating island to another, from one city to another, visit martial arts schools everywhere, challenge famous masters from all over the world, make yourself stronger little by little, and practice unswervingly.

In the martial arts of Iron Sand Palm, he walked at the forefront of all warriors from ancient times to the present, and entered a state that his predecessors had never understood. No one knew that even he himself did not know what kind of state he would reach in the end?

Looking forward to the three-year appointment, he worked hard to make himself stronger and stronger. After experiencing battles of all sizes, he saw more strange things. After a year and a half after leaving Fengyue Island, he accidentally came to Gofukushima.

Here, I met Yaer who had been blind since childhood and could never see the light on the street.

Because he was born a blind man, Ya'er was the object of fun for his neighbors since he was a child. With the passage of time, Ya'er grew up to a sixteen-year-old girl.

Although she could not see the light, God gave her a pretty face and great luck.

On the streets of the town, Yale, who was teased by several rogue warriors in the town, was favored by God, and she waited for the stubborn Mo Batian.

Everything is fate. Mo Batian was already a warrior at that time, and he used his proud iron sand palm to hit several rogue warriors to squirt shit and urinate.

Maybe it was because of pity for this blind girl, Ya'er, or maybe it was because of her clean and innocent smile that touched this harsh man.

Every time Mo Batian returns from practicing, he will live in this narrow courtyard. Ya'er cooks for him and washes his clothes. He will add fuel to the fire and tells Ya'er the experience of his practice...

When you go to a thrilling place, Yaer will scream in fear, and when you talk about happy places, Yaer will dance excitedly.

Although she couldn't see it, the stubborn Mo Batian thought this girl was so beautiful.

Everything was so natural that he felt that he fell in love with the blind girl and that he was willing to last forever such a wonderful day.

...

"Batian, it's great to be with you."

"Haha...I feel so too."

"Batian, what do you look like? In the next life, maybe Ya'er is no longer blind. Ya'er wants to be with you, but will she not recognize you?"

"Don't worry. We will protect you in the next life, in the next life. It doesn't matter if I can't recognize me, I will remember what Ya'er looks like."

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