And look at the suspicions of others like ghost fire, and boldly go to the night road you want. - Thousand Troops.

Founding Gong Yunwu Wang Qianjun jumped into the sky in the distance with a wine glass: "That was the first time in my life that I knew that in this vast and chaotic world, there could be something worth fighting for and changing, rather than willingly choosing to accept it."

I didn't sleep that night, I listened to the sound of the storm all night, and when the sun rose the next day, I made up my mind.

I don't want to be what that person calls a lowly worm, I want to be myself, an upright person who can choose to change his own destiny.

If this road is destined to be full of hardships and dangers, thorns and barren beaches, but as long as I can see a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope that I can say to this world that he is wrong.

Then the gods of the sky can no longer stop me, I want more and more things that belong to me in this world, I will no longer be trampled on the soles of my feet by others, I will go to a very high position, and then say something wrong to some things in this world.

It was this belief that allowed me to survive the troubled times, knowing that there were crocodiles in the deep pool, and someone had warned me, but I had to wade through the water.

Obviously there are tigers and jackals in the mountains, and someone has warned me, but I want to rush in.

Because my goal has not yet been achieved, because my fate of being as humble as a worm has not been changed.

I don't want to be trampled on the soles of my feet and follow behind other people's horses again! ”

The historian standing on the side of him pondered for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "Can this be passed on?" ”

The prince smiled softly: "How do you want to write?" ”

The historian thought for a long time: "It's just eight characters." Respectable and fearful, fearful and terrifying. ”

King Yunwu nodded: "Since it is such a rare and respectable word, then the troublesome historian will write it for me, and it will be passed down in the Qing History, so that future generations can know that the fate of the insect can be changed when they see it!" ”

When the historian died, the transcript was made public. Later generations of historians recorded it, and Chu Historical Records Yunwu Wang turned.

The man in the dilapidated hut no longer looked at the lightning and thunder in the sky, he turned his head, and the whistling wind in his ears was mixed with the thunderous roar of the young man just now.

The boy's arched body was already beginning to tremble in the wind, but his head was raised high, the flames in his eyes were not extinguished, but blazing like a fire, and a huge roar came out from his bony body, which was the energy he had hidden for many years.

The boy stood alone in the wind, and behind him was the extremely gloomy sky, but the boy was fearless, with unprecedented courage, as if there were thousands of troops behind him.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

The man had a gloomy face, trembling and holding on to the hilt of the knife to prop himself up, and also bowed his body like a young man, and said coldly.

"I know!"

"Do you think you'd do such a whimsical thing?"

"I'll be sure!"

The man walked over slowly, reached the young man's eyes, looked at the bruised face, and said in a deep voice.

"I'm telling you, you can't do it!"

The anger in the boy's eyes was ignited, and he felt contempt in the man's eyes, and the boy was like a volcano that was ignited in an instant.

He no longer feared this cold man in his heart, his head leaned forward slightly, and there was a fiery heat in his tone, which was enough to ignite the flames of the entire troubled world, and he gritted his teeth and said stubbornly.

"I can, I can, I will do it!"

The man's eyes were bottomless, like a hundred-year-old deep well, he took a deep look at the young man in front of him, and took a heavy breath, the figure of this young man coincided with the lion-like figure in his memory at this moment.

"You're forcing yourself, you'll know the difficulty one day, and then shake your head and give up!"

"Then I'll force myself for the rest of my life!"

The man's tone had softened, and he shook his head and whispered.

The young man's face was stubborn, and the light in his eyes never diminished.

"Have you ever had a knife in your hand?"

The man staggered and sat down again, asking nonchalantly.

The boy froze, he didn't know how to answer, he thought it was the man in front of him who was still humiliating him, he pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

"Would you like to learn a knife?"

The young man's back that was about to turn away stopped again, and the whistling wind in his ears quickly drowned out the words, but there was no doubt that the young man heard it, and with a suspicious gaze, he looked at the man who was cowering in the corner in a daze, his eyes stunned.

"Why are you teaching me?"

"There's no why, I'm willing to teach!"

The man's eyes were closed as if he was pretending to sleep, and his tone was full of blandness, as if it was not worth mentioning.

The young man walked quickly to the figure in the corner, and when he was only one step away, he knelt heavily on the ground, bowed three times and bowed nine times, and was extremely respectful.

"Well, from now on, you will call me teacher, and I will teach you the martial arts that are enough for you to accomplish the goal in your heart, but you have to promise me to remember what you said today, and don't give up, even if you die!"

The man opened his eyes, and there was more solemnity in his gaze, looking at the young man kneeling in front of him.

The boy didn't speak, but when the man finished speaking, he knocked his head on the bluestone floor three times, so heavy that when the boy got up, he felt that the world was flipping.

"What's your name?"

The young man's face darkened, and he shook his head lonely, "I'm just a vagabond, I don't have a name!" ”

"Well, from today onwards, you will be called a thousand troops, a thousand troops of thousands of horses!"

The young man's eyes were sparkling, surprisingly bright on this dimly dark night, and he whispered his name softly, over and over again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.