Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

What is the purpose of practicing martial arts?

Lin Hu himself didn't know the answer to this question.

Perhaps it was because on that day, the troops of Qishan Road seemed to descend from the heavens like divine soldiers, wiping out the Heshan Gang, sweeping away the Prefect's Mansion, avenging him, and restoring peace and order to Shanling County.

Perhaps it was because in the Mu residence, he experienced the joy of being treated as a human being for the first time, wearing clothes he had never seen before, drinking juice he had never tasted before, and having his own little room.

Perhaps it was because Mu Ling'er, a noble young lady, spoke to him gently and kindly, telling him to stand up straight and make eye contact when speaking.

Perhaps it was because Uncle Qin, who taught him martial arts, told him that only by mastering martial arts could he protect himself, protect others, and fight for what he wanted.

Or perhaps it was simply because, during his most tense and panicked moments, there was a gentle older sister who always took care of his emotions.

For an innocent young boy, just a little bit of care is enough to help him overcome all difficulties.

This is the age when we crave warmth the most, and also the age when we are most likely to fight desperately for others.

No matter how much he said or how many thoughts he had, Lin Hu couldn't explain what his true inner thoughts were.

Among the vast sea of ​​humanity, how many can truly understand their own innermost thoughts?

In the end, Lin Hu was just a boy with nowhere to go, living a life of just getting by.

For more than a decade, it has been like this: living in a daze, struggling to survive in this world, and going against life.

Lin Hu was genuinely at a loss when suddenly brought up these "high-level" things.

What grand dreams, what serving Lord Mu, becoming a general, becoming a renowned figure...

These things were all too far away from him, like the stars in the sky, unreachable.

All Lin Hu knew was that the Mu family had given him a chance to live and a job he could do for the rest of his life.

He had plenty to eat and wear, lived in a clean house, slept on a soft bed, and occasionally ate things he had never seen before.

Most of the people in the manor were kind and gentle, and they took good care of him. He even received his own monthly stipend, which he could use to buy things he wanted.

Although he has never spent a single penny on his monthly salary to this day, he still found a secluded place to hide it.

Back in Shanling County, these were things he never dared to even dream of.

The things the Mu family gave him were of such high value that they could buy countless "lower-class" people like him.

Having received such treatment, what reason is there not to work hard?

As for why he was working so hard in this freezing weather, even Lin Hu himself couldn't explain the reason.

Perhaps it was because he was actually looking forward to this scene, hoping that the person he called Sister Ping would care about him, even if it was just a few words of advice.

Or perhaps it was just that he had this kind of spirit in his heart, and he persevered as he practiced.

As for how tiring or difficult it was, Lin Hu didn't really think about it too much.

After all, no matter how hard or tiring it was, it was still much better than when he was in Shanling County.

As for Mu Ling'er's question, Lin Hu actually didn't understand it at all.

Practicing martial arts is not an easy thing. In his opinion, a young lady like Mu Ling'er only needs to enjoy herself every day.

The gentlemen, ladies, young masters, and young ladies of Shanling County are far inferior to Mu Ling'er in terms of status and position, but they all act like they own the place. They refuse to walk on their own and even have someone kneel on the ground to serve as a stool when they get off the carriage.

Countless servants were tortured to death.

In Lin Hu's world, a master is already considered very good as long as he doesn't mistreat his servants every day.

Not to mention someone like Mu Ling'er, who took the initiative to talk to him and unintentionally fulfilled his small expectation.

It must have been incredibly fortunate for him to have met such a wonderful family and such a caring sister like Sister Ping.

If there had to be a reason for practicing martial arts, Lin Hu felt from the bottom of his heart that it was to repay this kindness and protect the young lady and Sister Ping.

only……

For Lin Hu, who was used to looking down, raising his head while speaking was extremely difficult; it had long become a survival instinct for him.

Whether walking on the street or talking to people, whatever he was doing, he always kept his head down, avoiding the gaze of others.

He had tried very hard to overcome his fear, but he still couldn't. He knew he was just an insignificant nobody, and that he should just keep his head down.

Without seeing his face, one cannot see his fear, his unease, or even his barely concealed inferiority complex.

……

"What are you all doing out in the snow in this freezing weather?"

"Greetings, Lord Mu!" ×3

"Peace and safety!"

Lin Hu bent down, Xiao Ping curtsied, Wang Pingshan chuckled and scratched his head, and Mu Ling'er jumped up and threw herself into Mu An's arms.

Mu An gently caught Mu Ling'er as she lunged at him, a slight smile curving his lips and a soft voice.

"Little Ling'er has grown taller again, I can hardly carry you anymore."

Mu Ling'er curled her lip and scoffed. She didn't believe Da'an's nonsense at all!

There's a saying that goes something like this: "Lord Mu's mouth is a lying devil!"

The older women in the red-light district all say that, it can't be wrong!!!

The little guy pressed his whole head on Mu An's shoulder and started chattering away.

"No, I was very gentle!"

Mu An smiled, raised his hand and ruffled Mu Ling'er's hair, "Why are you all gathered here instead of going inside in the snow?"

Upon hearing Mu An's question, Mu Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she jumped out of his arms. Standing on the snow, she made a fist and struck a mysterious pose.

"Exploring life, discussing the future."

*Pfft*

"What are you laughing at! I'm serious!"

"It's alright, it's alright, this is a good thing, it means you've grown up, Ling'er..."

Mu An suppressed a laugh and said a couple of things, then asked curiously, "So, what conclusions did you come to?"

One question immediately brought Mu Ling'er back to reality; she spread her hands and shook her head.

"No!"

Seeing her so self-righteous, Mu An was secretly delighted. He smiled and put a fluffy hat on Mu Ling'er's head, then touched her ears, which were red from the cold.

"If it's not there, it's not there. It's not something that I have to think about clearly."

Mu Ling'er, however, disagreed. She sighed like an old scholar, "How can that be? How can life be lived without goals!"

Mu An shook his head at the precocious appearance of the child. He raised his hand and moved the plate from the maid's hand in the distance. He then took out a table and chairs from his spatial bag and placed them on the snow.

"Have a couple of sips of hot tea to warm yourself up."

Mu Ling'er held the cup with both hands, but still wouldn't let it go, saying, "That's what the book says, Da'an, do you think I'm wrong?"