Ling Feng sat on the train bound for Jiangcheng, although he had been looking out the window, what he was thinking about was what the old Taoist priest had said last night.

Ling Feng has always thought that he was a tragedy, but he only remembered that he was adopted from an orphanage by an old Taoist priest when he was a child, and Ling Feng only had a vague memory of this. Since he was a child, he has been wandering around with the old Taoist priest, and it is estimated that most of the Huaxia Kingdom has been run over, and he has also run a lot of foreign places.

Ling Feng has always been called by the old Taoist priest, and rarely called the master, and Ling Feng's master never cared. Ling Feng was forced by the old Taoist priest to do things he didn't like, especially when the old Taoist priest asked Ling Feng to read poetry and books, and his reputation was: cultivating sentiment. Ling Feng has never been very "cold" about this, but Ling Feng has always been very concerned about the training of the old Taoist, in Ling Feng's words, he can hoe the strong and help the weak by learning a good skill, can help people in need, and can also heroically save the beauty at the right time, Ling Feng has always advertised himself as the former.

This wandering life has not ended until the last two years, and the master and apprentice have settled in a fishing village near the river, but the old Taoist priest has never stopped training and torturing Ling Feng every day.

And last night, the old Taoist priest took the initiative to tell Ling Feng about his life experience and parents. Ling Feng was also embarrassed after hearing this, when he saw other children coquettish in front of their parents before, the family was happy, and he couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his heart. And years of training and wandering have also caused Ling Feng to look at the world with a different eye, indifference mixed with infinite enthusiasm.

The master and apprentice talked a lot last night, and finally the old Taoist priest said to Ling Feng: "You have been training with me for so many years, I have never told you your life experience because I am afraid that you will be distracted by training, now you can accept all this when you grow up, there is no feast in the world, I can teach you about the same, now it is the world of you young people, let you stay by my old man's side all the time, you will also feel bored, on the table is the train ticket to Jiangcheng, tomorrow afternoon." “

"You can go to your parents and investigate the truth about the accident that year, or you can start your own life anew. But no matter what kind of life you live, remember: there is so much injustice in the world, you can't expect yourself to change anything, and all you can do is do what you should do within your means. With great power comes great responsibility. That's it, you also rest early, don't miss tomorrow's train. I asked Uncle Zhang next door to take you to the train station by car tomorrow morning, pay more attention when you are out alone, and come back to drink with me, an old man, when you are tired. ”

At this time, Ling Feng's heart felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, and as soon as his nose was counted, tears couldn't help but fall.

The old Taoist priest patted Ling Feng's shoulder and said meaningfully: "You are a man now, and men don't flick when they have tears." And I told you that what I taught you is not to bully and suppress others, but we can't let others bully us at will. Also, the ghost head on your left arm is the mark of our master, so don't let outsiders see it. In short, remember, it's best not to make a move as a last resort."

Ling Feng wiped away his tears and nodded vigorously.

The old Taoist priest picked up his old cigarette gun, stuffed some tobacco leaves, smoked dry tobacco, spit out two puffs of smoke rings, and then continued: "Don't forget the time for tomorrow afternoon's car, I put a few thousand yuan in the bag, the big city is not like our small countryside, no money is not good, and I gave you a small gift, which is also in the bag, you can see for yourself." I went to drink at the house of the old man in the former village, who had just slaughtered a fat pig. I won't send you tomorrow, you have to take care of yourself. In the future, when the matter is done, bring more good cigarettes and wine to honor me." After speaking, the old Taoist priest smoked a dry cigarette and left, humming a small tune.

Ling Feng looked at the distant back of the old Taoist, knelt down with a plop, and said, "Master, I won't let you down, I'll accompany you when I come back after I settle everything."

And why didn't the old Taoist priest want to go to the station to see off Ling Feng, he was afraid that he couldn't help crying in front of his apprentice. After so many years of getting along, the old Taoist priest has already regarded Ling Feng as his son, and all his hard work and experience are placed on Ling Feng. On the one hand, he was looking for a successor for himself, and at the same time, he hoped that Ling Feng could help him complete what he had not done back then.

The old Taoist priest didn't dare to think about it anymore, because his eyes had already begun to moisten, he shook his head, and continued to hum a minor tune, and his loud voice floated through the fields.

Ling Feng stood up and sat on the stool, but he didn't bother to open the bag to see what gift the old Taoist priest had given him. He sat like this until dawn, and when it was almost 10 o'clock, Ling Feng began to pack his luggage. It's actually quite simple, it's just a suitcase. Ling Feng, like the old Taoist, pays attention to being at ease with what happens, and does not pay much attention to himself. Ling Feng dragged the box to the small courtyard in front of the door, looked back at the hut where he had lived for several years, and felt a long feeling.

Ling Feng took a ride to the train station, and in the car, Ling Feng opened the bag given by the old Taoist priest, which contained a ticket and a few thousand yuan. However, the gift given by the old Taoist priest aroused Ling Feng's interest. THE OBJECT IS WRAPPED IN STRIPS OF CLOTH AND IS ABOUT 12 CM LONG. "Could it be ......", Ling Feng's heart tightened, and he slowly tore open the strip of cloth.

The dagger that Ling Feng had always wanted, the old Taoist priest had taken it out and admired it, saying that this dagger named "Black Crow" was the only one left for him by his master, but as for the master, he didn't say much. Ling Feng carefully held the black black and looked left and right for a long time.

The scabbard is very simple, it doesn't look special, it's just that it has a "ghost head" head. It's the same as the tattoo on my left arm, but it's much smaller.

Ling Feng pulled out the shell of the knife, a cold light flashed, and the dagger only had one side of the blade, which was extremely sharp, and it could be said that it was like sharpening iron like mud. At the beginning, in the wandering experience with the old Taoist priest, he also visited famous experts to identify this dagger, but he never found out what the real ingredients of the dagger were.

Ling Feng put away the dagger and put it in the pocket in his arms, the master gave him the dagger he valued the most, that is, Ling Feng inherited his will, Ling Feng also knew that the master wanted to be able to complete things independently and use his own ability to solve the stumbling blocks that stood in his way.

The car drove farther and farther, and Ling Feng looked at this place where he had lived for many years, and couldn't help but feel it again. Rearranged the bag, took a few hundred yuan and put it in the pocket, it was inconvenient to put the money in the bag after all, Ling Feng put the small bag in the suitcase, so it was more convenient to pick it up.

The car had driven far away, and the village was no longer visible, Ling Feng looked up at the sun overhead, and took a "HIKE" hat from the suitcase that he had bought for 10 yuan, and he still bargained with the vendor for a long time before buying it.

After Ling Feng put on his hat, he looked at the sky in the distance and thought: I finally have to say goodbye to the past, master, Lei, Ziling, I will miss you. What will the new city, the new life, the new me be?