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"You lost, and you lost completely, and now, your anger has already exposed your traces--Yi, you betrayed your waylessness, and you were carried away by anger. Is it empty? Hehehe. It seems that your master has only taught such a good disciple as Zero in his life, but it's a pity that he has no eyes. ”

Du Kekao stood in front of him in a black coat, he only raised one hand slightly, his five fingers were weak, and he didn't even have a sword, and that murderous aura alone could lock his body firmly, as if the power of life and death was held in that hand.

- "The murderous aura will only reveal where you are, and a true master of swordsmanship can only be considered to have learned until he reaches the realm of emptiness." ”

- "The sword is a murderous thing, whether it is to protect or destroy, it is only a matter of thought. ”

But, Master, I understand it all, and without power, how can I ......

Fire, corpses, green miasma, flames gnawing greedily, and the once peaceful town now has its dead body burning in the fire.

Without power, how can I protect them?

Without power, how can I get revenge?

Ten years ago, the town of Bluestone Street was still bustling on both sides, and Starfall was a large town, and the plains between the stars and mountains blocked the widening of the town's size, but it also brought a lot of traffic.

He listened to the shouts and sat down at the counter, staring at the crowd coming and going in a daze. People are running around, and vendors are shouting in the heat on the side of the street.

"Little Er, add a pot of wine!"

"Hey, come on!" He quickly held a small jar of wine over and added it to the guests.

He was an orphan and had no name, he once thought that his name was "Xiao Er", until one day the proprietress asked him to go to a restaurant on another street to borrow a few jars of wine for emergencies, and he knew that the people in other restaurants who wore white rags on their shoulders and greeted guests with a smile on their faces were also called Xiao Er.

The name is given by the parents, and the parents who receive the hair and skin of the body, without parents, naturally there is no name.

The proprietress told him this angrily, and then with a smile on her face, she turned to greet the guests in satin clothes.

The customers in the store called him Xiaoer, and the familiar people on the street called him "the little trotter of that restaurant".

Not having a name is not a big deal, just like he has no parents, and he never feels any inconvenience, but sees those children who have lost their relatives at an early age crying hysterically.

"Little brother, come here, come here."

One day in the winter, a man greeted him at the door, and the man held out a dirty hand to greet him, but the voice was not high, as if he was afraid of being heard.

He looked around, and there was no one else around, and he was sure that he was calling himself.

There were no customers in the restaurant, and the proprietress went back to sleep in the room on the second floor, and he was the only one here to watch the store. Winter is the off-season for the flow of passengers in the town, and the ocean currents near the coast are unstable, and ships are often wrecked and killed, so the maritime yamen is fortunate to close the passage there and no longer open the port. The liquor stores and inns were also deserted.

He walked over and didn't know what the man was looking for. The man was a middle-aged man, with some white sideburns, dressed in tatters, like a beggar, and his linen clothes were dirty, but his eyes were bright.

"Little brother, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name, you can just call me Xiaoer."

"How can a person not have a name?"

"The name was given by my parents, and I have no father or mother, so naturally I don't have a name. But it's okay. If you have anything to do, just say it. ”

The man put his hand into his bosom from the half-open placket, fumbled for a while, took out a dozen copper coins, and stuffed them into his hand.

"Bring me a jar of good wine."

He thought the man was a beggar, but he didn't expect him to be rich.

"Okay. Do you need me to warm the wine? There are seats in the store, so please come inside. I'll make a furnace. ”

The man waved his hand, motioning for him to keep his voice down. "No lukewarm, no lukewarm, I'll take it away, don't go in."

"Who?" The voice of the proprietress floated down from the upper floor, and soon appeared at the staircase on the second floor.

Presumably she heard the movement in the lobby, and she was very wary of him. He heard that the previous guy was kicked out of the restaurant because he sold wine and food to customers, but secretly hid the money he collected and was caught.

"It's a guest who wants a jar of wine to take away."

"Oh." The proprietress looked at the door, and the man quickly lowered his head, but he was still recognized.

"Boy, drive him away at once. I won't sell this wine. Her voice and expression became cold.

"Why don't you sell it? He gave the money. He thought that the proprietress thought that this man was a beggar who cheated on eating and drinking, so he said this.

"Give him back the money. Let him! Fast! ”

Seeing that the proprietress was angry, he had no choice but to kick out the ragged middle-aged man.

After that, the proprietress did not say a word about it, and he would be scolded when he asked, so he did not ask anymore, but he often saw the man, who seemed to wander the streets begging for money, but few people were willing to help him, and when they saw him, they were all like the proprietress that day, their faces were blue and cold.

Later, he found out that that person was this generation of Infinite Sword Saints, but that was in the past. He taught a madman, a madman who challenged martial artists everywhere, but did not follow the martial arts, and used the next three indiscriminate methods, injured many people in the martial arts competition, and also killed many mad apprentices.

Later, the townspeople sealed his gym together, and it was burned again, and his apprentice was abolished by Master Rito and became a waste. But he was so angry that he seemed to have gone overseas with a ship, but he was half disabled, so I am afraid he would die somewhere.

The murderer's name is Zero.

"But what does that have to do with him?" He asked, completely incomprehensible about this.

"The upper beam is not right, and the lower beam is crooked. There is an Asura in the Wuji Daoist Pavilion today, who knows if there will be a Lord Hades tomorrow. The drinker waved at him.

Why should people punish others for their faults?

He couldn't understand such a problem, he only relied on the perception of a teenager, and thought that a person with such kind eyes would definitely not be a murderous demon. He just wanted to eat something, take a sip of wine, and that's it.

And something else began to take root and grow quietly in his heart.

The man was a swordsman, once known as the Juggernaut.

He began to secretly bring wine to the man, all leftovers from the guests, and it was a pity to throw them away, and besides, the proprietress would not let him throw them, and the leftover wine in the cup would be poured over and over again to others, so it was better to keep it secretly, and whenever a small jar was full, he would bring it to him, and also bring some fresh leftovers.

He didn't know why people didn't like to eat leftovers, but they just took the leftovers to the back kitchen, poured them hot and served them on new plates, and people praised the food and drink.

After drinking half a jar of wine, the man's face gradually began to flush.

He finally realized that he was really a swordsman.

In the empty world, his sword turned into a sword shadow in the air, and sometimes his body disappeared, only to see a cold sword light crossing, and then see him standing with his hands in his hands.

But the man danced his sword only when he was drunk, and when he took it out of the dirty oilcloth bag in his bosom, it was as if it had suddenly had a soul. When he danced the sword, his footsteps and the hand that drew the sword were not drunk.

But when he was sober, he never said anything about it.

"Lord Sword Saint, please take me as an apprentice and teach me swordsmanship." One day after watching a man dancing a sword, he finally couldn't help but kneel.

"Nope." The man's face turned pale, and he stepped back.

With his sword stuck, he walked swayingly, no different from an ordinary drunkard.

It's like a long-rusted sword, there was a moment when it was sharp, but after it was rusted, it was no different from a hoe and sickle.

"No, I don't take apprentices, I don't know swordsmanship. No, ......" As if he had seen a terrible nightmare, he kept retreating, and finally even hugged his head, squatted on the ground and wailed.