A few days had passed since Li Yuan began practicing martial arts,and soon, Mu Yi and Fan Tu joined him.Though they had no prior experience, their spirit never wavered.
Under the morning sun, three small figures stood in Li Yuan's courtyard.Their breaths were ragged, hands trembling from the seemingly simple exercisesthat now felt grueling.Yet none of them complained.They smiled at one another, encouraging each other in silence.
"I want to become strong, but I also want to keep laughing,"said Mu Yi, his smile as bright as ever.
"I don't want to be weak if something happens to my family,"whispered Fan Tu, his voice quiet but steady.
Li Yuan looked at them,and for some reason, the world didn't feel as cold as the old books had described.
Ziran Village, their home,was a small settlement of just over a hundred people.A peaceful village, hidden among mountains and dense forests.There were no grand buildings, no advanced technology,yet there was something irreplaceable—tranquility.
At the heart of the village stood a small school,where children learned to read and write.Not far from there was the house of an old healer,always filled with the scent of herbs and dried leaves.
The weekly market was a gathering place for villagers—selling crops, livestock, and wild game.
The people of the village lived simple lives.Mornings were spent in the fields,afternoons planting or harvesting,evenings feeding livestock,and nights gathered with family.
Li Yuan watched them closely—the rough hands that toiled,the weary yet peaceful faces,the carefree laughter of running children.
The world beyond might be vast and full of challenges,but here... life felt enough.
Yet behind that peace,Li Yuan and his two friends were quietly growing.Layer by layer,they built not only their strength,but also their hearts.
And amidst that warmth,without realizing it...the seeds of change had begun to grow.