"How is it possible, he actually blocked my full sword with one hand!" Because of excessive force, Zhang Dongxian's forehead burst out with winding and visible thick tendons at this time, and his hands were also trembling and shaking. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Co * Le * Speech * Love * First * Speech * Love * First * Hair ┡ Novel ㄟw.Ω1 He pressed down the hilt of the sword hard, although he pressed down the hilt of the sword, although he made a point, the blade that countered the blade of the sword, and only moved slightly, Sihao did not mean to fall at all, but between the sharpness of the touch, the sparks that burst out were more brilliant than before.

"Ah......." The roar spit out from Zhang Dongxian's mouth like a tide, his eyes were red, and all the strength of his body was mobilized, forcing the sword in his hand, and slashing the sword below with all his strength!

Zhang Dongxian's eyes began to be in a trance, taking him back to the painful memories of the past........

Born in a poor family since he was a child, he has been able to fill the cold and warmth of the world since he was a child, and has exercised it into an iron-like will! A family of three who have been running around day and night to fill their stomachs in the middle of the day at sunrise and nightset.

The parents dragged the elderly figure and led Zhang Dongxian, who was only seven or eight years old, to stagger down the street, with his hands on sticks, holding a bowl and bowing his knees to ask for a little food.

The sound of scolding, and even the beaters who used their hands at the time, added a lot of hesitant shadows to the memories of childhood. Rao is like this, Zhang Dongxian did not have the psychology of complaining about the sky and worrying about others, and the feeling of resentment gave birth to a trace of revenge in his heart.

In the illusory little heart, it seems to be looking forward to his own small figure, standing under the light, and the negative shadows that brought him all the memories of himself are swept away.

When the busy day of life that seemed extremely inhumane to others every night was over, the family of three reunited in this dilapidated old house that had been passed down for many years, and was able to shelter from the wind and snow.

Every time at this time, he will feel the happiest time, the shame and anger of the day are replaced by the love of his parents, and the special warmth of the home can still nourish his soul.

Sometimes he would ask himself why he couldn't live in those wealthy families and enjoy the glory and wealth like that little young lady.

With this immature little face, looking up at the sky and moon in the dark night, Zhang Dongxian was inspired by the light in the darkness with feelings in his heart. Maybe this is the will of God, this is life, this is the fair treatment of nature, some people are strong, everyone will be cowardly.

If you want to make your life better, you have to be desperately strong, so that you can turn your life around.

Suddenly, one day, an event completely changed the direction of his life. The wind howled and the rain danced wildly, and my father's illness completely broke out after suffering from long and cold years.

Heavy coughing broke the quiet atmosphere of the night. The mother hugged her father and cried helplessly, Zhang Dongxian looked at it tremblingly, his father's pale face was drooping, and there was blood in his phlegm!

"I'm going to the doctor to save my dad. Zhang Dongxian's unquestionable voice broke the sad atmosphere in the room.

At the same time, with a touch of shock and mixed emotions, the parents looked at this child who was less than the waist of an adult, and looked surprised.

The old and puzzled expression made him immediately realize something, and slowly took out a worn-out bag from his body, and shook out the same blooming silver from it, "Use this to cure my father's illness!"

"Oh my God!" the mother exclaimed, daring to cover her mouth tightly, for fear of being heard by others, and stepped forward to pull the child to her side, tremblingly holding the thing that shimmered silver in the dim light, "Where did you get so much money? We are a poor family, powerless, and if we don't do it, we will invite murder." ”

There was no response, and the childish face of the child was just a little more determined than before. His mother began to tremble, raised her hand and slapped him, the sound piercing the dull air and exploding in the room like thunder.

Zhang Dongxian realized his face, got up from the ground, stubbornly couldn't help but cry, and there was a trace of unwilling grievance in Weimi's eyes.

"Don't beat him, it's all my old immortal, it's all harming the whole family!" the father coughed again, and he couldn't help himself in pain. Why is this the case, if you are rich, you have to be qualified by those high-ranking officials and nobles, I can't be rich. I didn't steal this money and didn't rob it, I picked it up on the ravine, why can't I use it to save my life?

In fact, he also wanted to find the lost owner, and after picking up this bag of silver, he was nervous, excited, scared, and so on.

But in the vast mountains, after he drank loudly a few times, some small birds and beasts flew out of the jungle in fright, and some wild beasts roared angrily, and then they were quiet again.

Only then did it become clear that the silver was ownerless. Zhang Dongxian walked all the way back excitedly, thinking all the way about how to buy some delicious food for his parents, and some clothes, and then grab a few medicines to treat his father's old lung disease.

The children of poor families are in charge of the family early, which is a famous saying from an eternal experiment that has not changed through the ages. A child of his age, if he is placed in an ordinary family, or in the home of a high-ranking official and nobleman, he is tired of loving and does not know himself, even if he is rich, he will only think about how he can carry adult flowers, how can he have such a "meaningless" mature idea.

When he returned home, his previous thoughts were completely annihilated by the violent coughing sound coming from inside the door. My father's illness has worsened, and it has never been so bad!

When I pushed the door in, I saw my mother weeping and my father's withered face panting. Zhang Dongxian didn't want to talk about picking up the silver, but the matter was urgent, and he couldn't think about it.

The mother hugged Zhang Dongxian and cried, touching his little face that was still hot and hot, "Child, just listen to you this time, if there is anything in the future, your parents will block it." No, we're just doing cows and horses, and we're here to pay back the money. ”

The mother's meaning is that if someone leaves the money here, they will definitely come to find it, and if it is known that they have picked it up and used it privately, the consequences will be terrible.

The poorer and more vulnerable groups are, the easiest to retreat when they encounter twists and turns. Zhang Dongxian frowned, and comforted his parents: "No, mother, this silver is not a lot, and we didn't squander it, although it was used to save my father, it was also to save people's lives." I think the person who lost the silver would be happy to know it, because in this way he saved people's lives in disguise and won the seventh-level floating slaughter, haha. ”

From this moment on, he decided not to be weak or retreat, and to be strong in the future, to make himself strong, and the respect of the strong is the universal law that can be superior to others in this world.