"I—My name is Liao Ping'an. "Le-wen," the thin boy with a bloody face whispered.

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed slightly, and he said, "You don't want to be my disciple?"

The young man named Liao Ping'an bowed his head and was silent, he had never heard of the name Mo Shouhei, and he didn't know how earth-shattering the seemingly ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him was.

After all, Liao Ping'an was only the lowest-level disciple of the Falling Sword Villa, and he had never seen much of the world at all, and he didn't know which of the strongest people were in this piece of heaven and earth.

For Liao Ping'an, the elders in the Fallen Sword Villa were already the strong men in his mind.

Mo Shouhei snorted, and with a wave of his hand, he lifted the young man in his hand, and the young man had a look of horror in his eyes, not knowing what this person was going to do to him.

"Whether you want to or not, I am a disciple of the black, there is no room for refusal, and you will be my disciple from now on. Mo Shouhei said extremely strongly, and a pair of eyes stared coldly at Liao Ping'an.

"Yes!" Liao Ping'an trembled, not daring not to agree.

With a flick of his black hand, Liao Ping'an was thrown to the ground at once, as if he had lost a useless thing.

"I won't help you anything, I want revenge, I want to inflict a hundred times the pain on those people, just let me live for a long time, even if I am trampled under my feet, you have to live. ”

"I can teach you the art of getting through the world, but if you're really a piece of waste, then I won't care about you, and it's better if useless things die sooner. ”

"In three months' time, if you are still alive, you will come to me again on this mountain. ”

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Liao Ping'an is still Liao Ping'an, and Falling Sword Villa is as calm as ever, but the only thing that is a little uncalm is that Liao Ping'an is disfigured.

Originally, there was no one to deal with Liao Ping'an, but now Liao Ping'an's appearance is completely ruined, and his face has become extremely ugly and hideous.

Liao Ping'an became even more silent, and that time when he was disfigured by that senior brother with a sword on the mountain peak, the elders of the Falling Sword Villa didn't ask at all, as if they had forgotten Liao Ping'an.

But there are also benefits after disfigurement, usually those who like to bully him seem to think that Liao Ping'an's face is too disgusting, so they didn't bully him anymore, so Liao Ping'an lived more peacefully for two months.

But in the third month, Senior Brother Zhang once again led someone to catch Liao Ping'an on the top of the mountain.

Liao Ping'an didn't resist, let alone struggle, just let them pull like an unconscious puppet.

"Senior Brother Liao, the wound on your face seems to have healed. Senior Brother Zhang said with a smile.

Liao Ping'an didn't speak, lowered his head and didn't look at Senior Brother Zhang, he was afraid that Senior Brother Zhang would find out and find the resentment in his eyes.

Seeing that Liao Ping'an didn't speak, Senior Brother Zhang was also very straightforward, and directly kicked Liao Pingsheng to the ground.

This kick is extremely hard, and Senior Brother Zhang's cultivation is not weak, which is not something that Liao Ping'an can bear at all.

I saw Liao Ping'an vomiting blood on the spot, and the whole person was lying on the ground trembling constantly, obviously the injury was not light.

Senior Brother Zhang's expression was indifferent, and he looked at Liao Ping'an condescendingly: "How can we have a waste like you in our Falling Sword Villa? If I let other Sword Dao sects know that my Falling Sword Villa has received a waste that can't even use a sword, wouldn't it be laughed at by others to death." ”

As he spoke, he kicked Liao Ping'an again.

Liao Ping'an snorted, and just wanted to raise his head, but was stepped on by the senior brother Zhang, who directly stepped on Liao Ping'an on the ground and couldn't move.

There was no one around to stop him, and at most, he just cast a few sympathetic glances at Liao Ping'an.

"The surname is Liao, otherwise you should get out of the Falling Sword Villa, otherwise you look like a ghost, I'm afraid you will frighten those junior brothers and sisters who have just entered the villa. Senior Brother Zhang laughed, with hideous and happy on his face.

The reason why he likes to bully Liao Ping'an so much is not that he really hates Liao Ping'an, but that he has an indescribable pleasure when he sees Liao Ping'an being bullied by himself.

Moreover, in his opinion, no one will care about Liao Ping'an even if he dies, and he can be regarded as the best use of bullying him.

Liao Ping'an still didn't speak and left the Falling Sword Villa? He did think about it, but when he thought that he would not be able to avenge his parents if he left the Falling Sword Villa, he would rather suffer more in the Falling Sword Villa than just leave.

"Don't look at it, how you greeted him before, how to greet him now, just keep your breath, otherwise you won't have to play after you die all at once." Senior Brother Zhang pouted and said to everyone around him.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at him, in the end, most of them punched and kicked Liao Ping'an, anyway, with Senior Brother Zhang taking the lead, they would not be afraid of anything.

After all, it's not once or twice that Liao Ping'an has been bullied, they are used to doing this kind of thing, and they even think it's quite interesting.

When night fell, Senior Brother Zhang left with everyone, once again leaving Liao Ping'an, who was half-dead and covered in bruises.

Only this time, Liao Ping'an was seriously injured, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and his internal organs were in severe pain.

Liao Ping'an's eyes were a little blurry, although he was beaten before, it was not as serious as it was today, and he didn't have the strength to stand up at all.

"Am I going to die?" Liao Ping'an muttered to himself, bitter in his heart, even more resentful and unwilling.

Liao Ping'an didn't want to die, he still had the revenge of his parents unavenged, he still had resentful people who hadn't been killed, she didn't want to die just like that, die in this place.

The tenacious will to survive made Liao Ping'an never pass out, just lying there staring at his eyes, even if his eyes were blurred, even if the pain in his internal organs was almost unbearable, but he just gritted his teeth and persisted.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

No one came to see if Liao Ping'an was still alive, maybe in the eyes of those fellow disciples, it didn't matter if Liao Ping'an was dead or alive, it was not worth caring about anything at all.

But Liao Ping'an didn't die, even if he was on the verge of death several times, he survived.

When Mo Shou Hei appeared in front of him, Liao Ping'an lay here for seven days.

"You didn't disappoint me. Mo Shouhei said lightly, and with a wave of his hand, he sent a pill into Liao Ping'an's mouth.

Liao Ping'an swallowed the pill, and the injuries in his body healed in an instant, and his strength recovered all at once.

"Disciple to meet the master!" Liao Ping'an knelt in front of Mo Shouhei, his voice firm, with a decisive momentum.

"From now on, you will be called Liao Yansheng. ”