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The next day, the middle-aged man woke up the young man directly, took out a stack of trays from his pocket, and said: "Child, this is the last savings in my life, I originally wanted to save more for you with this life, but now it seems that I can't keep you, I'll give it to you today, if you can come back, come and see me again, don't forget me, after all, you are the most distressed person in my life." ”

The middle-aged man's words were very plain, but in fact, his heart was also shocking, and his tears rolled in his eyes. Now there is really no one who can understand him, who would want to understand the inner thoughts of a bad old man, he has been strong all his life, and the ups and downs of life have also been experienced.

But he still felt very painful in this matter, he felt that God was playing tricks on him, why did he give himself so many benefits and then take away all these things in an instant. I thought that the young man would leave immediately with the money, but now he hugged the middle-aged man without saying a word and said, "Forget it, I'm not leaving, I won't leave you." Now I'm part of this family, and I'm not going anywhere. I am your child, I am not a child of heaven and earth, you see me, I am flesh and blood, I am a human child. ”

The middle-aged man almost burst into tears when he heard him say this, this is the most vulnerable time for a person, people's hearts are flesh and blood, and he has no way to convince himself not to move. He didn't want to keep him by his side, and he wouldn't be lonely and empty. But now he has long passed that emotional stage, and he knows that if he really keeps him by his side, it will be tantamount to harming him, and when he dies, he can inherit something from himself.

An acre of land, a thatch? No, no, no, this should not be the life that a person pursues, he should go to a broader sky to develop, not stay by his side and be a reckless man for a lifetime. So the middle-aged man changed his resolute stance again, and he said bitterly: "No, you can't think like this, you know? I, an old man, can live my life without anyone's care, but you still have a lot of time waiting for you to do something more important, right? So listen to me, let's go, I'll wait for you to come back in this place, and when the time comes, let's have a good drink, don't worry, I won't die if you don't come." ”

After that, this sentence really hit the heart of this teenager, who was not sensible before. When he went down the mountain, he said goodbye to the master so easily, and now it seems that the master is another scene, and no one will know the discomfort in his heart, although there is no beating by the master, there is no need to train every day, but those things are still vivid and unforgettable.

Every day is the same life, and since he can remember, the master has forced him to do what he has to do at any time of the day. For example, if you want to go for a run one day when the sun is not yet out, you are not allowed to stop from this hill to that hill, and after running, you have breakfast and wash your face and go to practice some very strange movements. At that time, the young man also thought about resisting, but he didn't dare, because this old man would always change his tricks to fix himself.

Maybe he won't punish himself at the first time when he makes a mistake, if he makes a mistake or is lazy in the morning, then he will be targeted by this action in the afternoon confrontation, and he will lose in the same place no matter what. The old man didn't feel sorry for himself, he didn't care when his little arms and legs were swollen, he just looked like he loved it, but the next morning he would leave some plasters on the side of his pillow.

Speaking of which, this plaster is also very magical, as long as you apply a little bit, it is simply a miracle medicine for external injuries, but the old man does not let himself bring it when he goes down the mountain. He also said that everything here could not be taken down the mountain, and it was the first time that he found out that the old man was an iron rooster, and he didn't pull out a hair!

But it doesn't seem right to say that, because the old man has given too much to himself, on the one hand, the best food, and on the other hand, the best clothes. No matter what it is, as long as it is what you need, it is always the best, and even now the more I think about it, the more I have a good impression of this old man, so that even those ways have all disappeared at this time.

But he remembered one more thing that also made his mouth pout, and that was that he always allowed himself to drink some messy things, sometimes red and sometimes green, and then blue, yellow, white and so on, once a month. Once I drink it, my stomach will hurt for several days, and I can't eat anything in such a situation. Even when he was dying of hunger, he wouldn't give himself anything to eat.

I remember the worst time I remember that at the beginning of February, he was forced to drink this thing again, and if he closed his mouth tightly and did not eat, he would pinch his nose, so that he had to open his mouth again, and when he just opened his mouth, this large bowl of bitter liquid entered his body.

Then things went bad, and he remembered that it was the first time he had drunk it, and as soon as he had drunk it, he was like a different person. I don't know what's going on in my head, it's just a blank, I can't think of things, in short, it's like a devil, turning everything here upside down.

At that time, he didn't stop himself from anything, anyway, that night he really bit like a mad dog and wanted to bite anything, including tree trunks and stones, and all the boy's teeth fell out that night. A mouth is full of horrific blood, he has no way at this time, no one can help him at this time, he can only rely on himself.

When the boy was running naked on the mountain, and his body was cut by some thorns, the old man did not pay any attention to him. He just looked at him blankly, and no one knew what he was feeling, as if something was cutting open his own entrails and sewing him back little by little.

Thinking of this, all the good things that the young man thought about before were overturned. He didn't have the slightest affection for the old man now, and even his good impression of the middle-aged man in front of him had disappeared. He didn't know that one of these two elders helped him cultivate into the most stable dantian, and the other gave him the most basic life.

(End of chapter)

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