Chapter Twenty-Eight: Martial Arts

The bright moon hangs high under the night sky, the stars are hidden in the sky, and a golden moon shines on the earth, making the vast land yellow and yellow.

The bright moon teardrops, the weathering is impermanent, the snow falls in winter, and the spring buds are ready to go.

Time does not stop, between the rise and fall of day and night, the annual rings of the ancient tree grow by one year, the towering branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the body is as green as jasper.

"Spring is coming, and it's the season of abundance. The shadow of decay looked up at the moon and sighed, feeling the alternation of the years.

Inch light always passes unconsciously, and in a flash, it is not seen in the three autumns, the world is still the same, and the years are as usual.

"Emperor, nameless, it's really confusing, when will you have your real name. Gently wipe the stone tools in your hands and question your heart.

Nameless, and how to make people remember.

"Mao Thirteen", watching groups of children, playing happily in the village, there are three or four years old, there are also seven or eight years old children, they often work together, go around doing mischief, and from time to time they cause big trouble.

A slight smile, it is a silly smile, it is an obsession, it is persistence, as if thinking of some fun, but also nostalgia, so that Thirteen will never get tired of laughing.

There is no one to talk to, no one to listen to, only self-digestion, sadness, always infects others.

Weak, begging, will only annoy others, so don't dare, don't dare,...... , so scared, scared .......

From now on, he will never tell his story to others, and he once hoped that someone would understand him, someone who could understand him.

However, his story is, after all, only his story, who does it have to do with whom? What does it have to do with it? Who cares about a person who is invisible.

Now that his story is over, my story has just begun.

"At this time, I hold the sword and engrave the emperor's oath on the heavy dragon platform, an oath...... , two oaths...... , three oaths...... , I don't ask heaven and earth to respond, I don't ask for the sun and moon to witness, I just want to have a clear conscience in this life. ”

"On the way forward, no matter what awaits me, I think I will eventually meet that like-minded person again, and you and I will have good luck in our lives. ”

Among the thousands of avenues, under the laws of heaven and earth, despite the many prohibitions and layers of constraints, there will always be people who want to challenge the rules, and want to re-establish order, control everything, and dominate everything at will.

Whether these are the desire for power or the unbridled ambition, someone will challenge it, and someone will protect it, just as the words good and evil are not mutually exclusive, and just like heaven and earth are one but difficult to be one.

The flame passed down from generation to generation is always burning, and even a faint light will light up the flame of hope, a bright and dark corner.

The glorious end of eternity, the eternal sun and moon remain unchanged, just like the end of a brilliant era, like the decline of a prosperous world, just like the destruction of a powerful race.

In this world, there is never a shortage of those so-called powerful overlords, nor are there any shortage of those so-called kings, heroes will appear in every era, the difference is who he is a hero.

Just like the departed, there will always be someone who will inherit the immortal faith, inherit the will, and continue to move forward silently in the dark, even if it is a deception from the beginning, it is better than a dream of nothing.

Even if the generations change, the times change, there is no history to record, no story to circulate, there will always be someone to inherit that will.

Even if the bloodline is broken, even if the name is annihilated in the long river of time, the new flame will still shine, the will will never disappear, and there will always be someone who will carry the banner and lead everyone to continue to move forward.

Immortal faith, unyielding bones, people who do not believe in gods and Buddhas, people who do not respect ghosts, and the heart that respects heaven and earth, yearns for the glory of the ancestors, and expects the glory of the future.

This is something that has been handed down a long, long time ago, from generation to generation, has long been engraved in the soul, has long been flowing in the blood, and has long been buried in this world.

After a long period of waiting, under the tempering of countless disasters of heaven and earth, the strong man who was forced to rise up, for the so-called future, gambled on his fate, fought everything, and carried this will to declare war on this ruthless world of heaven and earth.

The smoke will not be extinguished because of someone, the killing will not stop because of someone, and the scars of the earth will not forget the pain because the bones are filled.

One side sings and the other enters the play, the undercurrent in this world has long been surging, the world has long been fighting, and this land is no longer peaceful.

At this time, in the far other corner of the Great Wilderness, perhaps it is the entanglement of fate, or the evil fate of the previous life, the same scene is also being staged.

Take the oath on the stage, tear your tears, ignore everything the moment you put the crown on your head, and start to dominate everything the moment you hold the scepter.

There is a blade of judgment in the heart, and the light of judgment in the eyes.

Glory is added, scars are hidden, from now on, there is no real name for generations, and in the future, there will only be contention in the world, only war can survive, only war can survive.

War and war, heaven and earth struggle for hegemony and catastrophe, the wilderness world has been fighting more than wolf smoke since then, this is destined to be a world of great contention, this is destined to be a dream of troubled times.

Seeing that the field was full of people, one by one they hummed loudly, and between the powerful fists and feet, there were gusts of wind, the punch of those teenagers, the kick of those big men, the sky trembled, and the sound effect was overwhelming.

Men and women, young and old, all red-faced, have long been conquered by these powerful young men in the village, I don't know how much effort they have put in, how much sweat they have shed, and how many tears they have swallowed for this day.

Today, the warriors from thirteen large and small villages in Chonglong Beishan gathered in order to show the weak strength to the great wilderness and show their strong arms to their relatives for this day's martial arts.

The shining chests of these big men reflected the bright light, and the strong muscles did not know if one punch could kill a tiger.

The big men stepped down, stepping on the puffs of smoke and dust, and the teenagers waved their fists, dripping with sweat and splashing water.

The bare arms, the smooth upper body, the mysterious beasts and beasts are engraved, and the esoteric and cumbersome pictures and texts are really difficult to justify.

The banner depicts a totem that has been passed down from ancient times, and is hung high on a large tree, and the banner made of the skin of the fierce beasts of the wilderness is stirred by the roar of these warriors.

Whew!

The stone hammer weighing more than 100 catties played a lot of tricks in the hands of these soldiers, and there was even a copper hammer wielding in the field, which looked like it was a thousand catties, which was really shocking.

The chains were pulled with a clanging sound, and the sound of clattering rubbed on the ground, and there were strong men comparing their strength, and the ropes in their hands had long been replaced with iron chains, and even so, the people watching were worried about whether the chains were strong enough.

This is the difference between a practitioner and a mortal, mortals have limited strength, while a practitioner, who cultivates to a certain point, is said to be able to move mountains and reclaim the sea, pick up stars and take the moon.