"Ouch, it hurts me to death!"
When simulating a chaotic battle, even if the weapons used are just wooden branches, it can really be said that the "sword" has no eyes.
In the process of "fighting" with his opponent, Lin Gouzi's right arm was slapped without paying attention.
The sound was clear and crisp, and the boy immediately groaned in pain, his face was ferocious, and he grimaced in pain.
"Ha, you pronounced it wrong now!"
Er Pang smiled very proudly and said, "That sentence is not in the lines."
Lin Gouzi vigorously rubbed the area on his arm where the wooden stick had hit him. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead due to pain. He thought for a moment and guessed: "It's probably the storyteller who missed this sentence. In fact, Qiu Jin said it. Think about it, it hurts so much to hit you with a branch, but they used a sword, a real sword, something so sharp, it must hurt even more..."
"Do you think everyone is as afraid of pain as you are?"
The fat kid pressed his nostrils with his little finger and said with disdain, "My father once told me that the most important thing for a real man is 'not afraid of death', and for the sake of face, he will even lose his head." , they won’t cry out in pain, even if they die!”
Lin Gouzi muttered angrily: "What are you talking about? My head has fallen off, how can it still hurt? I'm afraid I can't even scream if I want to..."
"Don't worry about it. Anyway, I think that since Qiu Jin is called the 'Second Sword Master', he must be a very powerful person. Powerful people will not cry out in pain. My father has never cried out in pain. pain."
The second fat man was full of confidence and said with a certain tone, "Where in the world can there be a hero who is afraid of pain? There is no such reason."
Young Lin Gouzi pursed his lips, his eyes became firm, and he reluctantly agreed with his friend's statement, "Well, that's because I didn't act well. If I don't say it hurts, let's fight again!"
After speaking, there is no more words to say.
Both children seemed to be full of courage, courage, and extremely "brave and good at fighting", just like real "heroes" who were not afraid of death.
They started fighting again with the sticks in each other's hands.
This time, the force used was obviously much greater than before, and the force was barely restrained.
What a "battle"!
Two children on both sides of the war.
Both Lin Gouzi and Erpang, a young boy from the same town, were beaten hard several times. They were even more ruthless and ferocious than the fights between parents at home, leaving little room for each other.
The two children were still very young after all, and they couldn't bear the pain. They burst into tears from the pain, their expressions gradually became distorted, and their teeth bared.
Even though the pain was so great, the two of them had a tacit understanding and endured the pain without shouting.
If you want to show off your heroic spirit, a great hero or a man will never cry out for pain.
No matter how hard it is, you have to endure it!
"Hurry up and admit defeat..."
Lin Gouzi gritted his teeth tightly, his face flushed, and he screamed word by word with an angry frown, "You are about to die, I know it!"
The fat kid had been whipped for more than a dozen times. The pain was so painful that he almost wanted to die. His energy was exhausted and he didn't want to be beaten again, so he walked down the steps.
I saw that Er Fatty's knees were weak, and he immediately fell to the ground, pretending to be seriously injured, and gasped: "Huh, uh, I didn't expect that I would be defeated by you..."
After Erpang surrendered, the dozen or so children who were playing supporting roles, or in other words, minor roles, stood aside and shouted together, shouting emotionally: "Palace Master!"
Lin Gouzi's quick movements, which can be described as quick eyesight and quick hands, snatched the wooden branch from the fat boy's hand, held it in his hand and raised it, and said with a smile to the fat boy: "This open sky gate is mine now."
The skinny kid who played Wang Qinghong's son, Wang Xian, glared angrily, pointed at Lin Gouzi who was holding two "swords" in his hands and shouted: "Everyone, come together, kill this thief to avenge the palace master!"
Lin Gouzi, who was holding the wooden stick in his left and right hands, immediately took big steps with a clear goal. He hurried to the tree, picked up the big yellow dog he had raised for several years, and shouted loudly: "Zilei, let's go !”
The storyteller under the overpass told me that the big jujube horse was called "Zi Lei" and was a horse from the West. It was the favorite mount of the young swordsman Qiu Jin. It traveled thousands of miles a day and was as extraordinary as a land dragon.
In that incident ten years ago, the chivalrous man named Qiu left the Supreme Sword Palace on this famous horse and escaped freely.
"Woof!"
People and dogs were all running wildly.
Behind them are those children of the same age who are risking their lives to catch up. The young people in the small town have been running around and playing since they were young. They have a lot of energy and vigor, so their steps are not slow at all.
Not long after Lin Gouzi ran out with the family dog, his eyes suddenly flickered.
A man wearing a dark green robe and carrying a big bag behind his back appeared in front of him out of thin air.
Looking up, he saw a man with a very heroic and handsome face. His brows were full of color, like a character walking out of a painting.
This man carries a heavy bag on his back, whose weight is unknown, and on his waist are two three-foot long swords, one black and one gold.
The double-edged sheath is exquisitely exquisite, extremely gorgeous and refined, and is definitely not like any ordinary thing in the world.
If it’s an immortal weapon or a divine treasure!
Except for this man.
Beside him stood a young man wearing a blue robe.
Although the handsome man in green robe does not have a sword on his body, he is as majestic and majestic as a person from the immortal family. He is aloof and elegant, and is not inferior to the man carrying a sword in his bag.
Facing these two strange men who appeared here inexplicably and with unusual postures, the young Lin Gouzi, who was frightened, stood trembling in fear, stood still on the spot, his mouth was trembling, and he did not dare to raise his head and look at the people.
The young man just asked in a low voice: "Uncle, who are you..."
"Uncle? Who do you call uncle?!"
The man with a huge package on his back and a three-foot sword at his waist frowned, obviously not satisfied with this title, and said with a straight face, "My surname is Qiu, and my name has a golden character. Don't call me uncle, call me brother, Qiu." elder brother!"
Lin Gouzi was immediately taken aback. His eyes were as wide as bells. He was stunned for a while and said in disbelief: "Qiu... you are Qiu Jin?!"
At this time, the group of friends who were playing role-playing with the boy also caught up. Lin Gouzi was ecstatic and hurriedly said to everyone: "He, he, he just said, he is Qiu Jin! It is what the storyteller said. Qiu Lang!"
Ling Zhen smiled and said to Qiu Jin: "Brother Qiu's popularity is indeed frighteningly high."
All the children were stunned, and everyone stared in disbelief.
They raised their little heads and looked at the tall, handsome man with the sword.
A legendary figure.
Today, he actually appeared here!
