Are You OK

four

I moved up so quickly that I had passed his shoulders when I was thirteen or fourteen.Over the years, I acted honestly. When I let go of my revenge and saw me repeatedly practicing the only superficial exercises in my memory, he only used to strengthen my body, and occasionally he would use my half-style tricks.I just think those tricks are amazing, but I can't tell where they are.Asked how he knew it, he only said that it was taught by my parents.

There is a small town ten miles away from the village, and I follow the sealer to the market every month, carrying a few bamboo baskets and selling them, and buying some food and utensils.I was yelling that day when I suddenly saw two déjà vu jerseys flashing past the crowd.

A swell of blood hit my head, and my eyes were scarlet.Unable to control my hands and feet, I picked up the Mi Dao around my waist and plunged into the crowd and rushed away, chasing after the two of them, and beheading one of them.

The man suddenly turned around to avoid my blade, and at the same time a sword came out of its sheath and stabbed me.I staggered and retreated, and his companion had already slapped me, which just blocked my retreat.When I met a strong enemy, I threw Zhang Fa out of the clouds, and rushed up to the sword's edge with a full of hatred, a cold in my belly, but the blade in my hand arbitrarily cut off half of his bloody arm holding the sword and broke it. The bones hung down.

The two of them seemed to be shocked by my madness, and then suddenly withdrew from the broken arm, but the other one palmed the wind like a knife and slapped my Tianling Gai instantly.

Suddenly someone kicked my knees behind me. I was caught off guard, and the bottom plate was unstable, so I immediately fell to my knees, and I could barely escape the palm of my head.

When I fell, I passed the corner of the sequins.

This is the second time he has rescued me from behind.

Between the lightning and flint, he drew out the long sword that pierced into my abdomen, flipped his wrist, the man with the palm of his hand made it too late to take it back, and he patted the sword sharply, and immediately screamed blood. Note.I was lying on the ground in pain, almost fainting, and in a daze, I saw the stickman standing with a sword, without making any moves, but Sen Han's eyes were like hell.

The two of them were defeated, and the sealer dragged me onto my back, and went to the hospital for dressing.Then he didn't dare to stay for a long time, and hurried home with me behind his back.

After ten miles, he was panting and crumbling after he walked.I was unconscious in the pain, and it took me a long time to realize that he didn't have any internal energy in him.

I asked him in a mute voice, "Are you...are you okay?" He kept silent, took me home and put me on the bed, and suddenly slapped me with gold stars.

He said coldly: "The life I saved, who gave you the courage to throw away at will?"

I spit out a mouthful of blood and said, "Those people killed my parents..." He said, "So what? You go and die with them?" I said, "What's the matter? Killing is justified, they are so, I The same is true! You can fight so well, why don't you teach me and let me take away a few more villains?"

The sealer sneered and said, "You are really a born quack."

I was badly injured and developed a high fever in the middle of the night.I was covered in an ice cave, and someone picked me up in my confusion and poured bitter concoction into my throat.I was talking nonsense in my mouth, yelling and screaming for a while, and begging him to let me hide for a while, afraid that my father would come and pull my ears.I kept murmuring and begging him: "Don't leave me, don't leave—"

I don't remember how he answered.

Fives

When I recovered from my injury to be able to sit up, the sealer would tie my hands and feet with cloth strips as long as he went out, and locked me in the house.

I have the advantage of never resisting him in the face.In those days, I calmly recovered from my wounds, and when I had nothing to do, I remembered the tricks taught by my parents and the bamboo craftsman in my head. Conclusion: I am over fourteen and have missed the good years of martial arts.Even if you have met with mentors from today to catch up, there is no hope of defeating them in this life.

I'm not in a hurry anymore.When the dolls in the village tore open the window paper and looked inside, I was tied to the bed and humming.The doll smiled hippiely and said: "I heard that you were locked up for stealing things?" He was the son of the guy I used to smoke with bamboo sticks. His brain was not very good, his personality was stubborn and he rolled on the ground. A dirty face.

I also laughed and said: "It's really nonsense, I'm obviously doing a big thing."

The doll wondered: "What's the big thing?" I said, "I am looking for a pair of scissors. Only the fastest scissors in the world can break this cloth strip in my hand. But today, hundreds of people have come to try it. After that, no one can cut it."

The doll tilted her head and said: "I have a pair of scissors in my house, but my parents won't let me touch it." I smiled and said, "You can get it secretly and throw it in through the window. I'll know when I try."

After half an hour, I took a little coil and a dagger, turned the window and left the village.

I asked people about the direction of the Bakumen all the way, and at night I learned to be a beggar to find a place and clothes to keep out the wind and sleep.After wearing two pairs of shoes, they finally entered the boundary of one of their branches.

I searched for the busiest teahouse in the city, mixed up with a trick of washing dishes and pouring swill, and at the same time pricked up my ears to listen to the news of Bakumen.They have grown up to be overlords here, and even their parents have to give three points, and they dare to dominate when they come to the teahouse to listen to music.

If a person rushes to death to do something, he can always do it.I put on a smart face, and work faster and faster than anyone else.When I was taken to the lobby to work as a timer, it has been a whole year since I left home.I dreamed of a melographer only six or seven times.

He was always reprimanding me harshly the first few times, but afterwards he didn't say a word, just glanced at me indifferently, and walked away with his back.I chased him in my dreams, chasing into a chaotic dark night, and I couldn't find his shadow.Finally woke up exhausted, the clapper outside the door knocked down on the streets.

I am not afraid of death at all, I am just afraid of him, afraid that he is still waiting for me to go home.

six

During this period of time, I tried my best to figure out the details of the Bakumen, so when the scarlet-faced man was greeted by a group of scarlet-clothed men into the wing, I recognized him as a top leader.

I turned to the kitchen to serve food, shook out a packet of rat medicine from my sleeve and poured it into the soup, stirred it intimately, and placed it in front of him with a smile.

After half a stick of incense, there was finally a burst of noise inside, and there was a dying roar, which was really pleasant to hear.There was a loud noise from "Kara", and a large hole was knocked through the wooden wall of the wing.The lobby was suddenly chaotic.A group of people in scarlet clothes rushed out of the wing with their swords, their eyes searched around the crowd, and finally landed on my face, rushing in an instant.

I ran away, but where did I have time?Those people kept shouting, and the swords of the first two had chased behind me, and the cold was squeezing my muscles and bones.I had to turn around to parry. Seeing the two swords were slashed, the ghost drew near between the two of them, and pointed to one person's arm that was lightly fluttering. He actually taught his sword to turn halfway and swung towards my companion.While they were in a mess, I picked up the tea-bone dish on the table, and smashed it at the chasing soldiers as I stepped back.

Kancan retreated to the door, and suddenly a hand pulled me up by the back collar, took me in a vertical leap, and both fell on the horseback.He pinched his horse's belly between his legs and led me towards the city.

I turned my head in surprise amidst the bumps, but I didn't see the face in my memory.The person behind took off a human skin mask, revealing a face with thin eyebrows and long beard. He was a middle-aged man.

He rode all the way to the outskirts, before jumping off the horse with me, smiled and said, "Youth boy, your trick is really good, I don't know where to learn from?"

I froze for a moment and thought about it carefully, vaguely remembering that the trick was taught me by the craftsman.I warned: "No school, no school, I figured it out myself." I didn't want him but praised it: "Then you are a genius. Just now, that trick was quite the charm of an expert many years ago."

I moved in my heart and asked: "What kind of expert?"

He asked, "Have you heard of Gu Jiu?"

I never heard of it.The knights on the rivers and lakes, I only know my parents.

He asked again: "You don't know anything, why would you think of poisoning the Bakumen?" I told him about my life experience. He sighed with great emotion and sighed: "The Bakumen is fierce and rampant. Boss, I'm afraid they won't let go. If you want revenge, you might as well put under my side door and follow me to Cangzhu Mountain to practice."

I immediately knelt down to him and said, "Master."

I begged him to let me go home and say goodbye to my relatives and take some luggage by the way.He said that the Bakumen must be chasing me everywhere, and it is safest to leave earlier.

It takes half a month to drive to Cangzhu Mountain.My master is the younger brother of the other side head. This time I originally came here to visit friends, but in the end he picked up a disciple and went back.Since I entered his door, I began to practice martial arts day and night.Based on my age, I really can't get any good looks.Fortunately, the most famous side sect is not martial arts, but drug production.

A pack of rat medicine can kill a boss. After I refine the top-notch poison, will it be able to destroy the enemy?I concentrated on learning to collect medicines and recognize poisons, with a bloody dark fire burning in my heart, and a few relatively bright beliefs.

I want to impress the sealer.

I want him to know that I have broken out a world in the arena that he disdains.

What I want to do the most is to drag him out of that poor country and into this colorful world.

It has been half a year since Master finally let me go home.I carried a bag of medicinal materials for warming and replenishing health, but I was close to homesickness and lingered at the entrance of the village for a long time before walking towards the familiar shabby room.

He was still sitting by the window where he always stayed, bowing his head and cutting the strips.Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head to look at me.Suddenly, my heart was so embarrassed that I knelt before him.

He lost a lot of weight and looked haggard. He calmly looked at my new clothes and the saber hanging from my waist.I said: "I entered the side door." He was silent for a while, and slowly said: "You are fine."

He stood up and walked to the kitchen to make a fire and cook.I knelt for a moment, then got up to help him wash the rice and vegetables.He made two of them, and I set up two sets of tableware as before, and sat at the table with him to eat.

The cicadas rang outside the house.

I was brewing for a long time before I said, "You forgot your name and surname, I found it for you. You are..." He interrupted, "I know."

I was very surprised and said: "Your amnesia is a pretense? Then you... why don't you go back?" At the side door for the past six months, I inquired too much about Gu Jiu's legend.Thinking of him becoming famous as a young man and not failing in the battle of the sword, what a chic and happy scene!

He laughed.I don't see him smiling the most, as if I am always an ignorant child in front of him.He said: "Since you have checked it, you should also know that Gu Jiu is dead. He laid the blame for the traitor and was besieged by several former friends. Finally, he personally slashed his friend by the sword and left with his own skill.

I anxiously said: "Now your stigma has been cleared, even if your skill is gone, your reputation is still there. How many people are looking forward to your return... Don't you want to kill the person who blamed you?"

He said: "I don't want to. I have done enough killing karma, it is better to cut bamboo."

I thought to myself: You are a coward.

He brought me up, but I was the opposite of him.I suddenly understood that he would never look at me with admiration, just as I would never understand him.

Everything in my bedroom is still the same, cleaned unstained, and the bedding is stacked on the foot of the bed.I saw that it was inevitable to be sad in my eyes, and I quickly staggered my eyes.Until now, I will not be trapped by anything, whether it is the cloth that tied me that day or other ties.

I shook off the bedding and slept all night, and then folded it back the next morning.I put the things I brought to him on the table, and when I was about to go back to Cangzhu Mountain, I realized that a new roll of bamboo mat was added to the baggage.