Valkyrie legend

Chicheng, a medium-sized town in the south of the "Raging Flame Mountains" in Liaozhou, Tang Fengguo, the folk customs are sturdy, and everyone practices martial arts. Although the place is small, it is well-known throughout the country.

And the Ding family is one of the best big families in Chicheng.

At this moment, the season is near the end of the year, and in the twelfth lunar month of winter, heavy snow is flying, which makes Chicheng, which is like a cast-iron mountain, more solemn.

In Ding's mansion, on a small ground in a courtyard, the grass, flowers and leaves have long withered, and twelve thick wooden stakes were mortared on the ground paved with obsidian, and several hard black paulownia trees were interspersed on each stake. , standing next to it was a child with a bare upper body who was constantly hitting these wooden stakes that were much taller than him.

The child's slightly dark face has a pair of eyes like stars in the night, tight lips and long black hair fluttering with the cold night wind, accompanied by sweating movements, like a machine without thinking, Except for the "bang bang" sound of hitting the wooden stake continuously, the child did not stop for a moment.

call!call!call!

Violent panting came out of the child's mouth continuously, but the movements of his hands still did not stop at all, and judging by the weather, he might have been practicing since the morning, and at this time, it was about to enter the first watch (evening) After [-] o'clock), the surroundings of the mansion are already brightly lit.

sand!sand!sand!

Just as the children were already in selfless training, there was a sound of footsteps not far away.

"Sheng'er!" A loud and majestic voice came, but it was a burly man in a white robe.

call!

Hearing the call, the child stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, shook his arm that was numb due to long hours of crazy exercise, then wiped off his sweat, turned around and said respectfully: "Father!"

Looking at the resolute eyes of the child, the man in white robe secretly sighed in his heart. Ever since his wife passed away, the child has locked himself here all day, except for eating and sleeping, it is endless training. If this continues, sooner or later will collapse.

Slightly moving his lips, the man originally wanted to say something, but in the end he sighed lightly, shook his head and said, "Sheng'er, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."

The child ignored his father's expression, still pursed his lips, shook his head, and said in a firm tone: "The child is not tired, the child still needs to..."

"Nonsense!!!" The man suddenly shouted angrily, his originally calm appearance seemed to be forced to panic at the moment, he approached the child and grabbed his arm, looking at the bruises on it, said in a deep voice, "You Look, you have already practiced like this, do you want to continue??? If you continue like this, not only will you not be able to improve, but your life may be in danger!!!"

To the man's words, the child remained silent.

Seeing this, the man sighed again, let go of the child's arm, and said earnestly: "Are you going to continue? I don't think your mother wants to see you like this, right?"

Hearing this, the child trembled slightly, then raised his head, looked at his father with a complicated expression and said, "But tomorrow... I really don't want to give up! I don't want to disappoint my father! I don't even want to disappoint my mother!"