The moon was as cold as water, and the cemetery was as quiet as death. The only sound that came from time to time was the scary hooting of owls. Zhang Biao was sitting in front of a tombstone--this was the last place his sister, Zhang Xiaomin, had lived. A young girl in her prime was lying there. Zhang Biao was smoking, the flickering cigarette tip lighting up his cold face from time to time. He hadn't said a word since Da Yimin left. He had thought about a lot of things in the past few days.
Zhang Biao's father died when he was seven years old. His mother left him and his three-year-old sister with his grandmother, then ran away and never came back. He remembered that his mother was a very beautiful woman. However, his grandmother often said that it was not good for a woman to be beautiful. If a woman was beautiful, she would cause trouble. It was not the woman who caused trouble, but the beauty who caused trouble!
His grandmother passed away when he was sixteen, and his sister, Zhang Xiaomin, was thirteen. After his grandmother passed away, all the burdens of life fell on Zhang Biao, who was only sixteen years old. In order to survive, Zhang Biao entered the Rising Dragon Hall without hesitation under the fierce opposition of his sister, Zhang Xiaomin. In the past eight years in the Rising Dragon Hall, Zhang Biao had risked his life for the Rising Dragon Hall, but in the end?
Zhang Biao didn't notice and let the cigarette burn his hand. He had only managed to snap out of his daze because his hand was burning. He pinched the cigarette butt between his left thumb and index finger and extinguished it, but the smell of roasted meat wafted out.
"Young man!" An old voice suddenly rang out from behind him---You have to remember, this is a graveyard, and it's a graveyard in the middle of the night. No matter how brave Zhang Biao was, he was still shocked by this voice. A thought instantly flashed through his mind-- Fortunately, when Zhang Biao turned around and saw the old man's figure, he finally relaxed. He had heard that ghosts did not have shadows. This old man had a shadow, which was a good indication that he was not a ghost. If he was not a ghost, Zhang Biao turned around again. He still did not want to talk.
"Young man!" The old man turned to Zhang Biao and jumped onto his sister Zhang Xiaomin's stele, looking like a monkey.
Zhang Biao felt that this was a great blasphemy to his sister. Anger instantly filled his eyes, and killing intent spread all over his body."Get down here!" He finally spoke.
"Are you going to kill the old man if you don't come down?”The old man was a little piggyback and had long snow-white hair. He was wearing a black brocade robe that was only popular in the last century. The entire left sleeve of the robe was embroidered with a dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Zhang Biao also had a dragon similar to this, but his was on his entire left arm. It was tattooed on his left arm, the symbol of a member of the Chaos Clan.
The old man said, but he had no intention of coming down. Not only did he not come down, but he also sat on the tombstone. His legs were drooping down, and his feet were gently knocking against the photo on Zhang Xiaomin's tombstone.
" You-" Zhang Biao was furious. He clenched his right fist and punched the old man's heart.
"Bang!" The old man didn't dodge, and even after Zhang Biao's heavy punch, he was still sitting there as steady as a mountain. On the other hand, Zhang Biao felt as if he had hit a huge rock, and his fingers were almost broken."Who are you?" Now, Zhang Biao felt that this old man was not that simple.
"This old man Tang San, in my early years I was called Tang San Shao. Now that I'm old, you can call me Tang San Ye!”
"Why are you looking for me, Zhang Biao?"
"I want to form a master-disciple relationship with you!" Only now did Tang San jump down from the monolith.
"Master and disciple fate?" Zhang Biao carefully sized up this Tang San in front of him. Perhaps it was because he was piggybacked, but in Zhang Biao's view, this Tang San might only be a bit taller than one and a half meters, but absolutely not taller than one and a half meters. His figure was also very thin, with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks. Fortunately, he had a pair of eyes full of heroic spirit.
"Young man, you must have heard of the legend of the Yin Yang Dragon Lord!”Tang San seemed to be extremely deliberate, swinging his left arm. The dragon embroidered with silver thread on the sleeves of the robe really seemed to be rolling along with his swing.
"Of course!" It was said that the Yin Yang Dragon Lord was a secret sect. Although it was already the 21st century, there were still legends of this sect in the capital. According to the legends, if one could be chosen as a disciple by the Yin Yang Dragonlord, they would obtain supreme power. It was said that the current City Lord of the Capital was the disciple of the Yin-Yang Dragonlord. As for immortality, no one would believe it now. The earth was about to explode, let alone humans. The people of the 21st century only wanted power-the supreme power: "Don't tell me you're a member of the Yin-Yang Dragonlord!”
"To be precise, I should be the Venerable Yang Dragon!”Tang San was still lightly waving his left arm: "In the Yin Yang Dragon Lord, other than the Lord and the Yin Dragon Lord, I'm ranked third! However, this is only the ranking. In terms of strength, I'm much stronger than that old woman Yin Dragon!”
"Why me, Zhang Biao?"
"There's no reason! I've been observing you for a long time. I like you!”
"Is that all?"
"That's all!"
"Is there no such thing as me, Zhang Biao, having a good root bone and a good character?”
"What?" "You say your character is pure and good? Don't forget that you're a hooligan in the hall. A hooligan with a good character. You're joking--you're really good at joking!”
"Since you want to be my disciple, what do you plan to teach me?”
"Same old rules, I naturally have to give you supreme power!”As he spoke, a pitch black card inexplicably appeared in Tang San's hand.
Zhang Biao looked at the card very carefully--it was the size of a poker card, but there were no poker numbers drawn on the card. Instead, there were two intertwined silver dragons. Those two dragon shapes were even more like the one embroidered on Tang San's sleeves.
"This is your identity!" Tang San raised his hand to wipe the card, and the two dragon shaped balls formed a circle, shrinking in the middle of the card. Five golden diamonds formed a semicircle under the dragon pattern. Above the dragon pattern, a crown worn by ancient emperors slowly appeared.
After Tang San finished doing all this, he threw that card on Zhang Biao. Zhang Biao only felt as if a sharp thorn had pierced into his heart. He could not help but let out a sharp snort, and his entire person fell into a coma. Then, as if his muscles and bones had been pulled out, his strong body fell limply to the ground.
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