"A few juniors won't let you use such tricks."
Before the guests in bamboo hats arrived, someone arrived first, holding a wine bag and twisting a sword in his hand, and landed in front of everyone. He did not look back, but turned his head slightly. He glanced at one of the people from the corner of his eye and saw that he was not injured at all. Then he looked back, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to himself: "It's okay, it's okay. If I were injured, I would be completely embarrassed..."
After stepping back a few feet, He Zhidao's figure emerged. At this time, there was no divine light in his eyes anymore, and he was full of death. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't do it. He could only keep breathing and staring at He Zhidao. The mysterious swordsman who became interested in ligers in the family fort but disappeared without a trace was originally thought to have lost interest in ligers, but unexpectedly he appeared here at this most critical moment.
"At the foot of the mountain, I saw that you had already damaged your foundation. If you don't use your internal strength indiscriminately, you can still survive for a few years. Today, you have been overdoing your luck. I'm afraid..." The man in the hat looked at He Zhidao, and then He said calmly.
Seeing that the other party did not speak, the corners of the mysterious swordsman's lips raised under his bamboo hat, and he continued: "Who are you working for, I have no interest in, and I don't want to know, but you can't touch the lives of these people."
The mysterious swordsman raised his head and drank a sip of wine from the wine bag, wiped his mouth with his wide sleeve, and continued: "It is not easy for you to practice martial arts. What you want is the liger. Now leave. Go, I won’t pursue it..."
"You agree with him leaving, but I don't agree..."
Miss Feng's voice came from behind the mysterious swordsman, causing the mysterious swordsman's eyes to shift slightly under his bamboo hat. The hatred of Fengjiabao and the death of the liger made Miss Feng no longer afraid, even if the mysterious swordsman in front of her was in front of her. After hearing his words, a powerful sword intent emitted from his body, making him tremble unconsciously, but he still looked determined.
"Interesting, I didn't expect that this time when I went north...I didn't meet the people I wanted to meet, but I met a lot of interesting people and things. Little girl, you..." From the corner of his eye, the mysterious swordsman saw that Miss Feng was not afraid at all. The look in his eyes and the smile on his lips became thicker, but before he finished speaking, He Zhidao's voice also came out.
He Zhidao felt that everything in front of him had begun to become blurry, the tinnitus became louder and louder, and it seemed that the severe pain in his chest and abdomen was gradually numb, and he lost consciousness. Maybe his end was coming, why? Dao was panting like an old dog in his twilight years, thinking to himself, but he couldn't die now, Ji'er hadn't gone far yet, so he had to hold on.
It seemed that his life was flashing before his eyes. Back then, he was just a beggar begging on the street. His parents died of illness and he had no money to bury them. He could only kneel down and beg the kind people passing by for some money to bury his parents. But the war was about to end, and the people had already Their pockets have been emptied by the war, and things like selling their bodies to bury their relatives will happen in three or two days. With so much to worry about, no one is willing to give this beggar any money.
If it is a girl, maybe a passing rich family can buy it as a maid. Even if the boy is bought, he will not be able to do hard work... People come and go, the sun rises and sets, and he kneels like this for a whole day, but still nothing. People can lend a helping hand, presumably, but in troubled times, when oneself is not protected, who can spare the effort to help others.
Not only that, even the tattered shoes on the feet of his dead parents were coaxed away by the beggars. The beggar did not want to see his parents die without even a pair of shoes, so when he was still young, he rushed into the group of beggars and wanted to help his parents. He snatched the shoes back, but all he got in exchange for the young man was a severe beating.
The beggar allowed the beggars to punch and kick him. Even though he was beaten until he vomited blood, he still held on to the two pairs of tattered shoes and refused to let go until his vision went dark and he fainted.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a strange room. His shabby single clothes were covered with brocade quilts. The silver charcoal in the brazier in the middle of the room was "cracking" and burning brightly. The room was as warm as spring, not to mention the items displayed in the room. The vases and desk were all of the highest quality, and even the silver charcoal in the brazier was beyond the reach of poor people like them.
Knowing that none of these things belonged to him, Beggar pinched himself several times before he was sure that he was not in the dream. The warmth in the brocade quilt made Beggar reluctant to leave. Just when he was greedy for the warmth, the door "squeaked" "I was pushed away with a sound.
Knowing that what was supposed to come would eventually come, Beggar reluctantly felt the remaining warmth in the quilt, then resolutely lifted the brocade quilt, bowed his head to the person who opened the door and bowed.
The person who came was dressed luxuriously, but his young face carried a power that made people dare not look directly at him. Just a glance made the beggar who was kneeling on the ground not dare to raise his head.
"Are you awake?" The visitor stretched out his hand and lifted up the young beggar who was lying on the ground.
"Young Master...no...my benefactor, the villain's body is dirty, don't dirty your hands." The beggar hurriedly moved away. Although he was born poor, he had seen rich people and knew that they despised the poor. The smell of sourness, the young man's luxurious clothes, looked different from ordinary people, for fear of getting his hands dirty.
The young master smiled when he heard the words, with a warm smile like this warm spring room, and then his slender hands still supported the beggar, and said softly: "Whether it is an emperor or a commoner, although they have different origins, they can reach the same destination by different paths. It will eventually turn into a handful of dust..."
Seeing that the young beggar didn't seem to understand what he was talking about, the young master patted his head and changed the subject: "Your relatives, I have sent people to bury them alive. If you want to pay homage, wait until you feel better." Yes, I will send someone to take you there..."
When the beggar heard that the young master had buried his parents for him, his heart was agitated and tears could not stop flowing from his eyes. He hurriedly kowtowed to the ground and said, "My benefactor is such a great kindness. I have nothing to repay. I only have this humble life. If my benefactor wants my life, I will give it to you." Take it at any time." After only three strokes, blood oozed from his forehead. Upon seeing this, the young master stretched out his hand to help the beggar, took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood from his forehead.
Although the pain was excruciating, the young beggar did not say a word. After wiping the blood, the young master withdrew his eyes from the beggar's face. The warm smile on his lips reappeared and he said, "If those beggars, for the shoes in your arms, , what should you do if I want to take your life?"
"I...I have a cheap life. If I fight with them at worst, even if my limbs are broken, I will definitely be like a mad dog on the street corner, bite two people to death, and die with me." The beggar's eyes revealed that the young man had no emotions. He spoke firmly and fiercely.
"Is it worth risking your life for just two pairs of tattered shoes?" the young master asked again.
The beggar's eyes were firm and he only replied with two words: "It's worth it."
The young master's warm smile appeared again, he stroked the beggar's dirty face and said, "Good boy."
Then the young master stood up and clapped his hands lightly. Footsteps sounded outside the originally silent house. Two armored men pushed the door open carrying a bathing bucket, and then a beautiful maid walked in lightly carrying steaming boiling water. Later, the table was filled with fragrant meals...
"You can stay here in peace..." The young master stood up, said lightly to the young beggar, and then left the room.
Looking at the steaming bath water and the table full of food, Beggar couldn't believe his eyes. It was a scene he had only seen in his dreams. He closed his eyes and concentrated, stretched out his hand and slapped himself several times. The slap in the face, until the sound of the maids covering their mouths and chuckling could be heard in the ears, and the beggar opened his eyes again, only then was he convinced that everything in front of him was not his dream...
In the next few days, the life of fine clothes and fine food made the beggar's originally thin body gradually grow stronger. Not only that, there were teachers and gun-and-stick instructors who came to teach the beggar every day... Although he was poor When I was born, I also knew that there is no free lunch in this world, but my benefactor did not show up again after that day, until more than a month later...
Seeing his benefactor again, the beggar knelt down and kowtowed, with blood coming out of his forehead again. The young master smiled and said, "Well, it seems that your body has been well maintained, but you have to remember that your body is affected by your parents... There is gold at your knees..."
"My benefactor's kindness to me is like the rebirth of my parents. No matter how good my body is, my skin, my knees... and my miserable life, it all belongs to my benefactor..." Beggar kowtowed again and replied.
Seeing this, the young master smiled and said: "In that case, I will give you a chance to choose. These days, you can also read and learn some boxing skills. You can leave on your own. I will give you a hundred gold. From now on You can live a peaceful life from now on. If you want to follow me, I'm afraid you will suffer some hardships. Don't talk about the current life, I'm afraid the sufferings you have to suffer will be a hundred times...a thousand times more than what you suffered before... "
After saying this, the young master once again exuded the majesty in his warm eyes that he did not dare to look directly at when he first met him. He remained silent and quietly observed the changes in Beggar's expression.
"I don't want any gold or silver. I just want to follow my benefactor and serve him from behind." The beggar kowtowed hurriedly.
"In that case, let's change places." The young master seemed to be very satisfied with the answer of the beggar in front of him. He shook his clothes, stood up and waved. In an instant, all the servants in the courtyard left, and in an instant, only the young master and the beggar were left. Two people.
"Come out."
The young master spoke softly, and the beggar only heard a crisp ringing sound. His eyes blurred and he saw a man holding a gun standing beside him. The spear was more than seven feet long, and the head of the spear was about seven inches more. It was square in shape and flat. Like buckwheat, the spine of the spear is high and thick, and two blood grooves are concave in the middle of the spine, which makes the beggar feel cold. A small golden bell is tied on the blood-red tassel one foot away from the tip of the spear. The expression of the man holding the spear is Indifferent, just standing there, all the plants in the small courtyard seemed to feel his murderous aura and quickly withered.
Over the past few days, Beggar has also learned some skills with guns, sticks, and kicks. Without looking at him, he knew that this man was a master among masters. He thought that the young master took a fancy to his life-threatening appearance and wanted to train him to become his guardian. , but since there is such an expert guard on the side, what else do you need to do? Beggar looked at the young master beside him in confusion.
"Since you have chosen to follow me, from today onwards, you will become his disciple. However, I ask you one last time, because the place you are going to next is an unforgettable nightmare place in your life. Do you think carefully about it? ”
The beggar did not think about it, but raised his head for the first time, looked directly into the young master's eyes, and said: "Master, you saved my life. I am willing to serve you all my life, even if it means using my life." .”
When the young master heard this, he looked up to the sky and smiled. When he lowered his head, he never saw the warm smile before. He just turned around slightly and turned to the silent man beside him, wearing a strong shirt and holding a spear, and said: "The way, this child I leave it to you. If you can survive, you should help me. If you die, you don’t need to report it to me, just bury it directly."
Hearing the young master's words, Qi'er was shocked, but before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, his vision went dark, and he didn't know anything next.
Thinking of this, He Zhidao's eyes full of death became clear again. He looked at the mysterious swordsman a few feet away and the several young people standing behind him, and spoke slowly with a tired and decisive tone.
"Go, wherever you go, I can't escape my destiny, and I can't escape it, and... none of you can escape either..."
Some people died, but not completely...
