The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 488

As soon as the words fell, the figure in black veil suddenly rose up, like a ghost in the night, and hit Ren Xiaoyao in the face with a palm. Ren Xiaoyao moved to the side, easily dodging it, and counterattacked with a palm, but was easily resolved by the opponent.

"It seems that you do have some abilities." A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in black veil, and his attack became more fierce.

Under the moonlight, the two figures intertwined, and the shadows of their fists and palms intertwined into one. Every move and every style contained deep internal strength. The surrounding trees were shaken by the strong wind and the leaves were flying.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, the child suddenly summoned up the courage and shouted, "Brother, come on! You are the best!"

Ren Xiaoyao felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this, and his strength seemed to double. He found the right moment and suddenly launched a palm force that had been accumulated for a long time, hitting the black-veiled man in the chest and knocking him back several steps.

The man in black veil staggered back, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, leaving behind a sentence: "Ren Xiaoyao, we will meet again later."

Ren Xiaoyao heaved a sigh of relief after the man in black veil disappeared. He turned to look at the child and said with a smile, "See, courage can sometimes become a kind of power, right?"

The child's eyes sparkled with unprecedented determination, "Yes! I want to be a hero like my big brother in the future!"

The night is still dark, but in the darkness at this moment, there seems to be a dawn. Ren Xiaoyao walks side by side with the child, his back elongated in the moonlight, leaving behind a legend about courage and growth.

"Remember, a true hero must not only have extraordinary martial arts, but also have the heart to protect others." Ren Xiaoyao patted the child's shoulder, his tone full of encouragement and expectation, "You have taken the first step, and there is still a long way to go in the future. Keep going, and you will definitely achieve something."

The child nodded heavily, his eyes full of longing and determination. The two continued to move forward, the outline of the village gradually became clear in the night, and in the dim lights, there was the warmth and tranquility of home.

"Big brother, if I become strong one day, will you take me to travel the world?" the child asked expectantly, his words revealing his longing for the unknown world.

Ren Xiaoyao stopped and looked at the distant sky, where the stars were like the guide of his dream. "As long as you are ready, nothing is impossible in this vast world." His voice was gentle but full of power, "But before that, you need to learn more, not only martial arts, but also wisdom and kindness. The world is dangerous, only with justice in mind can you be invincible."

The child's eyes became more determined, as if at that moment, he had seen his future self, a brave and fearless hero who could stand on his own.

They finally returned to the village. When the villagers learned what had just happened, they gathered around to ask questions. Ren Xiaoyao described his experience lightly, downplaying the danger and emphasizing the importance of courage and unity. After hearing this, the villagers were both worried and proud. They were worried about the possible threats to the village and proud that a person like Ren Xiaoyao had emerged in the village.

As the night deepened, Ren Xiaoyao, led by the child, came to the village ancestral hall. This was where the ancestors of the village were enshrined and it was also the most sacred place in the village. The child took Ren Xiaoyao's hand, knelt devoutly, and made his wish.

"I hope that one day, I can protect more people together with my big brother and make the world a better place because of our existence." The child closed his eyes and muttered silently, his childish voice full of faith.

Ren Xiaoyao was filled with mixed emotions when he heard this. He thought of his past, the days when he faced the wind and rain alone, and now that he had someone worth protecting by his side. He gently touched the child's head and vowed in his heart that he would make this little wish come true.

"We will all become stronger, not just you, but me as well." Ren Xiaoyao promised softly, his words full of expectations and determination for the future.

The moonlight shines on the two of them, creating a warm and hopeful picture. At this moment, for both Ren Xiaoyao and the child, it is a new beginning, and a new journey is about to begin.

"Let's go home. Tomorrow is a new day and we still have a lot to do." Ren Xiaoyao stood up, took the child's hand, and walked towards home.

The child followed closely, with firm steps. He already had a direction in his heart. It was the fire ignited by Ren Xiaoyao that illuminated the road ahead. In this land nourished by courage and hope, a new legend is quietly being written.

The night wind was cool as it passed through the alleys of the village. The lanterns hanging under the eaves on both sides swayed in the wind, casting mottled light and shadows. Ren Xiaoyao and the child gradually disappeared at the end of the path, leaving behind only a series of footprints of varying depths, recording this warm journey home.

"Big brother, do you think there are really so many adventures and challenges in the martial arts world?" The child looked up at Ren Xiaoyao, curiosity and excitement flashing in his eyes.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled, his eyes gentle and far-reaching, "The Jianghu is so vast that nothing is impossible. There are happy revenges, as well as life and death; there are heroes saving beauties, and even more wits fighting evil. But remember, behind every adventure, there is a test of courage and wisdom."

The child was fascinated by the story, as if he had been in one of the thrilling stories. They passed through a bamboo forest, and the moonlight shone through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, casting dots of silver light, like a dream. At this time, a strange sound broke the tranquility of the night, and the two of them stopped involuntarily.

"What's that sound?" the child asked in a low voice, holding Ren Xiaoyao's hand tightly.

"Shh, let's go and take a look quietly." Ren Xiaoyao motioned the children to follow closely and tiptoed towards the source of the sound.

After passing through a dense bamboo grove, I saw a little fox trapped in a hunter's trap, struggling helplessly. Its eyes were full of fear and despair, and when it saw someone approaching, it let out a series of mournful cries.

The child felt pity and wanted to rush forward to rescue it, but Ren Xiaoyao stopped him, "Wait, we have to be careful. If we rush forward directly, we might scare it."

Ren Xiaoyao took out a piece of thin rope from his sleeve and slowly approached, trying to make himself look less threatening. While he gently comforted the little fox, he carefully put the rope on the trap mechanism and gently pulled it, and the trap was released.

The little fox was able to escape, looked at them gratefully, and then quickly disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest. The child's face was filled with a satisfied smile, "Big brother, it feels so good to help others!"

"That's right," Ren Xiaoyao nodded, "In this world, every life deserves respect and love. Your kindness is your most powerful weapon."

The two continued on their way home, the child's steps seemed to be even lighter, his heart was full of strength. And Ren Xiaoyao, in this simple act of kindness, found inner peace and satisfaction.

"Big brother, I want to be a hero like you in the future, traveling around the world and doing good for justice!" The child's words were full of determination.

"I believe you can do it," Ren Xiaoyao stopped and looked at the child seriously. "Everyone has a fire in their heart. The key is how to make it burn, illuminate their own path, and warm others."

The moon was high in the sky, the night was getting darker, and the outline of the village looked particularly peaceful and tranquil in the darkness. Ren Xiaoyao and the child walked side by side on the way home, their shadows stretched on the ground, as if foreshadowing that although the road ahead was long, each other's company would be the most solid support.

"No matter what the future holds, remember our agreement." Ren Xiaoyao said softly.

"I will never forget it, big brother." The child nodded heavily, with determination and longing in his eyes.

Under the cover of night, two figures gradually blend into the warm light of home, and under this calm, a story about growth, courage and protection is slowly unfolding.

"Oh, right," Ren Xiaoyao suddenly remembered something and took out a jade pendant from his bosom. It was engraved with intricate cloud and dragon patterns and shone with a warm luster under the moonlight. "Take this jade pendant. It is not only a family heirloom, but also a symbol of courage and wisdom. When you encounter difficulties or make important decisions, it can remind you to stick to your original intention and achieve your goal."

The child took the jade pendant with both hands, feeling its heavy weight, as if he had also accepted Ren Xiaoyao's trust and expectations. "Big brother, I will cherish it, just like you are always by my side."

"Well, it's getting late, and there are still many things waiting for us tomorrow. Just consider tonight's experience as the beginning of your little journey in the world of martial arts." Ren Xiaoyao smiled, patted the child's shoulder gently, and turned to walk towards his own yard.

The child stood there, watching Ren Xiaoyao's back disappear behind the door, his heart surging with unprecedented passion and dreams. He tightly grasped the jade pendant and made a wish to the night sky: "One day, I will become a hero that can make my big brother proud."

The night wind blew again, bringing with it the faint fragrance of the distant mountains and forests, as if responding to the child's promise. He took a deep breath, took a step, and ran towards home, his heart filled with infinite longing and determination for the future.

At this moment, under the old locust tree at the edge of the village, a pair of sharp eyes quietly observed all this in the dark, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth. "Ren Xiaoyao, after not seeing you for many years, you still like to accept disciples so much. This time, don't blame me for being ruthless..."

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the night became darker, foreshadowing that the peaceful village was about to face unknown storms. And on this ancient land, a new legend was quietly brewing.

The next morning, the sun shone through the mist and shone on the quiet village. The child woke up early, still holding the jade pendant tightly in his hand. He looked at the first ray of sunshine outside the window, with a determined light in his eyes. Everything last night was like a dream, but so real. Today, he decided to work harder for that distant but clear dream.

"Xiaofeng, come and have breakfast. You have to help your uncle Liu in the fields today!" The mother's gentle call came from outside the door.

"I'm here, mother!" The child came out in response. His name was Xiaofeng, and his face was filled with unprecedented vigor. At the breakfast table, Xiaofeng chewed a cake while thinking about how to use his free time to practice martial arts. He knew that without a master like Ren Xiaoyao to personally guide him, he had to work harder.

In the afternoon, after helping with farm work, Xiaofeng secretly ran to the river outside the village and imitated Ren Xiaoyao's posture in his memory to practice basic boxing and kicking. Although his movements were awkward, every time he punched and kicked, he was full of strength and determination.

"Hey! Ha!" Sweat slid down Xiaofeng's cheeks and dripped onto the grass, leaving a string of marks of his efforts. A voice echoed in his heart: "Only by keeping your original intention in mind can you achieve your goal."

Just as Xiaofeng was immersed in his own world, a gust of wind blew by, bringing a fallen leaf that lightly touched the tip of his nose. He looked up suddenly and saw an old man in gray clothes standing not far away, with a kind look and a smile on his face.

"Young man, you're training very hard." The old man's tone was filled with appreciation.

Xiao Feng was stunned and quickly saluted: "Senior, who are you?"

“You can call me Wu Chenzi. I see that you have a unique talent for martial arts. If you don’t mind, I’d like to give you some pointers.” The old man spoke slowly, with a gleam of shrewdness in his eyes.

Xiao Feng was overjoyed when he heard this, but he also replied politely: "It is my honor that the senior is willing to teach me."

So, Xiaofeng began to practice martial arts under Wuchenzi's guidance. Day after day, whether it was scorching sun or freezing cold, the master and apprentice could always be seen training hard by the river. Xiaofeng made rapid progress, his moves became more sophisticated, and his eyes revealed a determination beyond his age.

However, the good times did not last long. On a stormy night, a group of mysterious men in black suddenly broke into the village. They came aggressively and headed straight for Ren Xiaoyao's residence. The village was immediately plunged into chaos, with flames shooting into the sky and cries everywhere.