Above the Sword God

There's No Mistake in Alert and Alert

Night of Ye's Residence.

Inside Ye's residence, a ten-year-old boy was holding a black board of shiny boxes. The boy wrote something on the black board, he wrote the word "Move.." then the statue of the war soldier in front of him moved, starting from the foot of the step, followed by a hand and finally walked towards the boy in a position that would slash him. Behind the boy was Grandpa with a sinister face watching over the boy.

" Ye Guo ! " the call from the grandfather was a sinister face with a hoarse voice - a scary hoarse.

The fingers of the boy who was flinging the gray color in a state of moving the magic pen stopped moving, then moved again, as a result the position of the statue that was about to slash it stopped in a state of raising the sword.

" Your ! it's almost !" relieved the boy by the name of Ye Guo.

" Hem, you are in a hurry to complete the order on the statue ! is this the ability of a stage three warrior ? " exclaimed the grandfather, with a hoarse voice - hoarse scary.

" Your ! grandpa ! what can a third stage warrior do ? just physical hard while his soul ability is low ! " reply to the boy.

" You know it !" hoarse - hoarse voice grandpa.

" Grandfather ! I must grow my dian immediately ! otherwise I could limp ! it takes a lot of energy and sense, while my innate sense is not broad enough" Ye Guo said.

" good ! tomorrow we'll find the resources ! " the old man replied, then let out a gray energy carrying Ye Guo out of the spooky room.

This sinister grandfather was Ye Zheng, a god stage cultivator of the Ye family.

Evening Day: The Ming Family Residence.

The sound of a single flute was being heard by a boy in his tens. The flute carried a voice with a joyful spirit, as if - would the one who was listening want to go back to childhood, run around chasing kites and manage to get it.

Applause from visitors began to echo, crowded, then stopped.

" Right, young master Ming is very skilled" praised the other visitors. A lot of compliments come from visitors.

" Want to play kites again !" call other visitors.

" Oh !" bring another visitor.

The boy walked backstage, there was already a man of forty.

" Ming Tao ! good ! you can influence them with your flute !" said the man.

" Thank you Dad, if I could grow a soul ear and my lamp then the result would be more than this" replied the boy.

" Slow - slow, too fast is not good, too slow is not good, while middle - hands are hard ! as artists, we can't just pursue results, processes and emotions are important !" the father's advice.

Night Day : The House.

" Yang Yue ! already ! when your energy runs out, my body feels good !" advice of a grandmother who collapsed in a long chair. The grandmother named Yang Lin, was trying out the ten-year-old skill of Yang Yue.

" Granny ? how dizzy ? is it mendingan? yang Yue asked, her voice was like the voice of a child that had to be guided the entire time.

" Already ! you just need to grow your soul, grandma heard that the brats from other families have already reached the stage three warriors, the same as you, if you have no other advantage, you have no other advantage, then as a woman who will grow up beautifully will be so troublesome "thank Grandma Yang Lin praised her own granddaughter.

" I'm not afraid ! if they dare, I will beat them !" resolute Yang Yue.

" You are still a child, do not know what the man's heart is like, there is no harm in being alert and alert" the grandmother's advice to her own granddaughter.