Deep forest dense and lush, overlapping peaks towering high.

  A faint smoke rises in the distance, wheat waves rolling, peaceful and serene.

  A little radish head wearing blue clothes cried loudly, covered in wounds and hugging a small wooden sword, "Mother, how can I defeat Father?!"

  When it comes to the two words "Dad".

  That little radish head had a noticeable tremble in his tone, and his big wet eyes were filled with fear.

  When he was three years old.

  While other kids in the village were playing with mud, he was doing chores at home and learning to grow vegetables from Mr. Joqiu to make food for his mother.

  When he was four years old.

  While other kids in the village were still playing house, he was abandoned in the deep mountains to catch wild boars.

  When he was five years old.

  In the village, other children were still playing in the mountains, but he was forced to learn swordsmanship and get beaten.

  He is six years old now.

  Swordsmanship hasn't improved much, but resistance to being beaten has increased...

  That woman in red clothes smiled and teased: "Chen Nian, it's been more than a year, can't you even do such a simple thing?"

  After hearing this, the little radish head became even more wronged, and with a pout, he burst into loud wailing, "Mother taught me that Father said when he could take his move, when he wouldn't hit me, Nian Nian it hurts so much..."

  "Tsk tsk..." Chu Cha shrugged her shoulders, a look of helplessness on her delicate face. "You'd better learn well tonight."

  **

  The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the black birds fly south.

  A man in white clothes holds a branch and stands upright alone.

  Wearing stars and moons on his body, with wind and dust at his belt.

  On the surface, it seemed emotionless, but when those dark eyes scanned towards the red-clad woman in front, they were instantly filled with a gentle affection like water.

  He tossed the branch into the air and then caught it with a reverse grip after spinning around, "Do it like I just taught you."

  Chu Cha stood three meters away from him, slowly tightening his grip on the Qingfeng sword in his hand before charging straight at him.

  He only defended and didn't attack, he didn't even retreat, yet Chu Cha still couldn't touch a single corner of his clothes.

  Chu Cha slightly bit her lower lip, and a sly glint suddenly flashed in her eyes. She first made a fake move, then bowed her waist and swept horizontally towards his legs.

  But unexpectedly, Qingfeng Sword was directly trampled under Dusty's foot...

  Chu Cha's lips curled up in slight discontent.

  "You lost." Dusty's clear and cold voice sounded above her head.

  Chu Cha hummed softly and tiptoed.

  She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lower lip.

  "Who lost!"

  Ashes of silence.

  Chu Cha didn't concede defeat, and kissed him again, "Big brother, tell me, who lost in the end..."

  The branch rotated slowly in his hand, fell to the ground, and then grasped the girl's slender waist, holding her tightly in his arms.

  Bowing down, getting close...

  Accurately found her cherry lips opening and closing.

  I.

  The hidden dust startled with an open mouth.

  So it should be done like this...

  He learned it!

  The second day.

  Early morning.

  He took the initiative to find his father for the first time.

  Chu Cha sat down on a wooden chair beside her, eating the chestnuts that Dun Nian had roasted for her early in the morning while watching the play.

  Today is just another ordinary day.

  Dust and thoughts were completely defeated without any suspense.

  But after being knocked to the ground, he turned over and hugged Chen Ye's leg.

  Then climbed up along the way, finally hugged Dusty's neck, and kissed him with a "pa", "Dad, who lost in the end..."

  The man in white slightly frowned, with an undisguised look of distaste on his face. He raised his hand and grabbed Dust's collar, tossing him back onto the ground. "Come again tomorrow."

  Chén niàn màn màn zhuǎn tóu kàn xiàng yī páng xiào de qián xiōng tiē hòu bèi de niáng qīn, tū rán zhī dào le shén me.

  English Translation:

  Dust wits slowly turned his head to look at the smiling mother who was stuck to her back, and suddenly realized something.

  He is the lowest in this family...

  Deng Nian was finally able to catch up with Deng Ye's move when he was already ten years old.

  He is eagerly looking forward to a life without beatings.

  As a result, a package was thrown over?

  Is there also a letter of recommendation inside?

  Let him go to Mount Pinnara's Stone Guardian Gate to learn from a master?

  Is the leader that Jiang Xue aunt who often holds a curved knife and is furious?

  He suddenly felt his heart was very tired.

  He was originally not the one with the lowest status in the family, but rather he didn't have any status at all...

  Seventy years later.

  Deep in the mountains.

  An old monster was telling stories with several little monsters.

  "Unknown, know?"

  Several little monsters looked at each other and shook their heads one after another.

  The old monster is nothing unusual.

  After all, it's been over a hundred years...

  He continued with a nostalgic expression: "This is indeed a legend of our demon world, in the past he was the first great demon who would kill gods and demons if they dared to block his way, whoever dares to stand in front of him, within 100 meters, the Qingfeng sword at his waist will be unsheathed."

  When he got excited, the old monster's face was full of admiration and nostalgia, as if the person in the story was himself.

  But then his tone changed, filled with infinite sadness and resentment.

  "Later on, somehow or other, I met a human girl..."

  "He lost his Green Edge Sword."

  "There are monsters who survived from his hands and said that later he killed monsters with just a twig!"

  "Humans are all thieves, you'd better be careful!"

  Several little monsters nodded in unison!

  The tree's shadow sways gently, threads of golden light pass through the cloud layer and down, passing through the dense or sparse branches, shining onto the grass.

  The old monster sighed again...

  This nameless evil power is powerful, but it's still a big fool!

  What good can humans have?

  A brief century-long lifespan is merely a fleeting moment for these demons.

  And still weak and vulnerable!

  This unknown person was somehow bewitched and that human girl died, but he actually followed her in death?

  He's stupid to the extreme!

  Humans are all thieves, stealing not just weapons but hearts as well!

  ......