The young man looked carefully at the shore and saw a very strange person appearing.
A hunchback.
Martial arts practitioners, not to mention virtual warriors, even the little master who controls the inside can easily control all parts of the body. Compared with the invisible energy and blood, the bones are obviously easier to control the plasticity.
A hunchback almost never appears on any martial arts practitioner, so is this servant in front of me? servant? Reporter?
Or is it because of its special abilities?
"come out!"
The young man didn't know where this man came from, but when he was chasing him just now, this man hadn't appeared yet. Could it be that he was here to save him?
I can't run away anyway, let's see what happens.
The young man jumped out of the lake and apologized: "This Noble Phantasm is only used for emergency purposes. I was planning to return it, so why go to such a big fight!"
With that said, the young man threw the precious phantom in his arms to the leader opposite.
Only now did the young man see the person opposite him clearly. For some reason, the person taking the lead was not as angry as before, and his expression was much calmer. Could it be that the hunchback was an old acquaintance? Did you speak for yourself?
The young man was thinking randomly, but he saw the hunchback take out a piece of cloth from his arms and throw it to the young man.
The young man opened it and saw a broad sword embroidered inside!
The young man said excitedly: "Okay! Very good!"
But he didn't expect that the leader opposite was also holding a piece in his hand. He turned it over and had a broad sword embroidered on it, and he shook it at the young man.
The young man was shocked: "What? Are you also..."
The leader nodded, made an invitation gesture, and said, "Are we together?"
The young man had never been so happy in his life, and nodded desperately: "Okay! Okay!"
When we meet, we forget all the grudges with a smile. If we ask about fate, we will be the first to rise up.
………………
The feathers of the golden velvet bird are woven into a coat, which is smooth and shiny on the outside and can't find any gaps inside. You can't feel the cold wind when wearing it in winter, and you can't get any sunlight in summer.
Although there are many velvet birds, they fly high and are difficult for ordinary people to catch. The more powerful virtual warriors don't bother to catch them, and ordinary ones can't catch them. This leads to the fact that there are very few velvet birds on the market and they are also very expensive. Not many people could afford to wear them, and all of them were of high status. They were either high-ranking officials in the imperial court or powerful officials in the sect. Even wealthy businessmen could not afford them.
A man wearing a brocade jacket stood on the frozen lake. Hundreds of people stood upright on the shore not far behind him.
On the other side stood an older man, wearing ordinary leather clothes. In winter, it was not very cold, but not too warm either.
The man in brocade clothes said: "You still have to block me!"
"Bad beast, no matter how many times you tell me, you can't get involved in this matter!"
Jin Rongyi: "We are feuding, even if we fail, what does it have to do with you? Purgatory City will not look for you!"
"Hmph, if I was afraid of being implicated, why didn't I kill you earlier!"
Jin Rongyi: "Yeah, I've always been curious. You snatched me to keep me by your side and taught me martial arts, just to make us kill each other. Why did you tell me all this later and you didn't take revenge?" "
"Hmph, it's none of your business!"
Jin Rongyi: "Now that you have put aside this grudge, I won't care about it anymore. We have nothing to do with each other from now on, so why do you still stand in my way!"
"You have learned my martial arts, and you are my successor. Now you commit suicide. Who will pass on the martial arts in the future? Who will make it famous all over the world? My few disciples are not as good as you, but you have learned Xingyi. If you don’t pass it on, who will?”
It turns out that I was worried about inheritance.
Jin Rongyi: "You have practiced this martial art for many years, and I think you have a deep understanding of it. If it were you, would you go?"
Practicing martial arts is like writing an essay. No matter how well a person writes, it is difficult to read it. The difficulty is not the words or the story, but the meaning and the emotion hidden between the lines.
Being able to see and understand are not the same thing. Just like killing someone, everyone knows what it means, but not everyone can understand the feeling of killing and the state of mind at the moment when the decision is made. The same moves will grow and become more powerful in the future. Very different too.
Jin Rongyi completely understood the martial arts of the older man. He was the kind of person who not only wrote well but also understood. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was better.
Martial arts is the same as character. People who are too rough are not suitable for delicate concealed weapons, and people who are too particular don't like hammers.
thump!
"I can go for you!"
The older man knelt on the ground. He really couldn't bear to see such a good young man like Jin Rongyi fail in the process of becoming an emperor.
Jin Rongyi walked to him, helped him up, and walked sideways.
"Master! If I retreat today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to advance even further in the martial arts you taught me!"
Tap!
Jin Rongyi flew away, and he thought about it for a long time on the lake, leaving only the simplest hope.
Survive!
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"Don't worry about me. No matter how much noise you make, you must succeed. You must succeed!"
A man stood on the top of the mountain and said to Qi Zimo.
Qi Zimo stared down into the distance.
“The noise is definitely not small, but it’s the most suitable place!”
Man: "Here? Those people can't beat me, including me. How can I help you? Are you lying to me?"
Qi Zimo: "Lie to you? Why should I lie to you?"
Man: "No matter what your plan is, it requires our capabilities. It's too far here and we can't even feel the enemy. How can we attack?"
Qi Zimo: "You don't have to worry about this, you will know when the time comes!"
"Don't worry? How can you not worry? This is not your business alone. What if you fail at that time? Do you want me to survive in this world?"
Qi Zimo: "How come, if we fail, Purgatory Gate will let us go?"
"Didn't you choose the location here just to allow us to stand by and escape the pursuit of Purgatory Gate?"
Qi Zimo pinched the man's arm.
sturdy!
Qi Zimo: "You are overthinking. How can you not make good use of such a strong body? The more people come, the more energy and blood they will have, the better!"
"But no matter what ability you use, we can only play an assisting role here!"
Qi Zimo also climbed to the top of the mountain and stood in a row with the man.
"Otherwise? This is already the greatest help. If it weren't for that person, you would be of no use at all!"
The man said excitedly: "Look down on us? No matter how low my martial arts skills are, I will still do my part. I want to enter the city!"
Qi Zimo patted the man on the shoulder and said: "It's not a look down on, but a fact. No matter how many people come in the end, you will not play any role in front of the emperor. I have deeply realized this back then. In this case, why bother?" adventure?"
The man understood that Qi Zimo was not worried about people, nor was he leaving a way for everyone to survive, but because he was too weak. So weak that they appeared in front of each other. It would be better to hide behind them, disrupt the enemy's mind, and make those few people even more worried. Complete the task well.
A deep sense of powerlessness. For the first time, the man felt that he was so weak. How could a virtual warrior be so worthless? He was a commoner in front of the emperor? Or a minister? Or are they local officials who slaughter people at will?
People say that if you want to conquer a mountain, you have to climb to the top. The man is at the top right now, but he feels very uncomfortable in his heart. Instead, he is overwhelmed by the mountain at his feet. What is the dignity of the top of the mountain? The foot of the mountain is the same as it, they are all part of the mountain, and those are just people's wishful thinking.
Maybe Yamamoto didn't care at all.
Just like the emperor, he didn't care about their group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals at all.
So, what should Qi Zimo do?
Some people died, but not completely...
