He Bushun once asked the master why he was chosen as an apprentice, and the old man He told him with a smile that it was nothing, but he felt that you kid had a ruthless spirit, and with this ruthlessness, he should be able to practice a little famous.

He Bushun just sighed and didn't say anything more, but from that day on, he was more ruthless to himself than to his enemies.

In just one year of hard work, just the stone lock of practicing made him break more than a dozen pairs.

The cocoon grinded out of his hand was so thick that the palm of his hand was a whole circle, and when it was swollen, he couldn't even hold the chopsticks when eating, so he simply picked up the bowl, no matter what he was eating, even if it was a fish, he poured it directly into his mouth.

Because Master said that only when you have enough food can you have the strength to practice.

After practicing, he has leisure, he likes to sit at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the old locust tree outside the courtyard in a daze.

The disciples in the past saw this young uncle sitting at the door, and at first they came to say hello, but after a few scoldings, no one was willing to pass in front of Old Man He's door.

He doesn't care about others pointing fingers at him, and he doesn't care about others saying that he has a violent personality and is difficult to achieve.

If you don't make a big deal, you don't count what you say, you have to say it to be counted, but there is one thing, my master and his old man like to be quiet, you don't have long eyes, and you always like to run here when you have nothing to do, I will scold one when you come to one, and I will scold a pair when you come to two!

After a long time, even the rivers and lakes have spread that Old Man He's beloved apprentice, that is, the scary guy who is young and has a big generation, has a temper that is not ordinary.

The disciples in the door even rushed to tell each other, so they put a sign outside Old Man He's residence that there was a vicious dog inside, and no one should enter.

When a new disciple enters, he doesn't even talk about the door rules, so he warns him first, don't go to Old Man He's residence to hang out, if he is seen by that guy, he will be scolded and beaten if he doesn't get it right.

The new disciples were still very puzzled at first, there were such lawless people in the door, why didn't the head of the sect come forward to take charge?

After staying in the door for a while and understanding the subtleties, those new disciples realized that even the head of the sect had to call that guy uncle, no wonder he was so unscrupulous.

He Bushun offended everyone, and always put on a stinky face in front of outsiders, but in front of the master, his mouth was sweeter than smeared honey, and he often coaxed Old Man He to laugh.

When the disciples in the sect who were forced to come to deliver food heard this, they all felt that He Bushun was hollowing out his mind to curry favor with Old Man He, so that he could use Old Man He's reputation to play prestige outside, so he was charged with double-facedness.

No one knows what kind of person He Bushun is, and He Bushun also feels that there is no need to explain, in his eyes, there is only one person who is the most important, and that is his master.

He Bushun, who was holding the Rippleless Sword in his hand, suddenly remembered the Southern Xinjiang general who the master had been staring at closely.

In the entire battlefield, the only one who can really pose a threat is this southern Xinjiang general, as long as he is killed, the master will not need to take any more actions, and he will no longer have to take risks.

The master stared at the eyes of the general of Southern Xinjiang just now, and he saw it all in his eyes, he knew that the master was really moving this time, and he had no intention of going back alive at all.

Why don't you follow this thought, the sword moves with your heart, and you can't help but say, and the sword will stab at the general of southern Xinjiang.

rushed up and wanted to block He Bushun's way, all of them became dead souls under the sword in the blink of an eye, He Bushun stabbed more than a dozen people to death in a row, but the momentum of the forward rush did not decrease at all, and he went straight to the southern Xinjiang general.

All of this was seen by the old man He in the distance, and after seeing He Bushun's intentions, the old man He was suddenly shocked.

"Why don't you do it, you little bastard! You give me back! For the first time, the old man, who had been indifferent to people for decades, looked panicked in front of people, shouting loudly regardless of his identity.

Master's shout, how could he not hear it, but he had already made up his mind, since this sword had been pierced, there was no reason to take it back.

"Master! It's what you said, every sword has its reason, and if you stab it, you must not go back, this is the righteousness of the sword! ”

When Old Man He heard this, he was like being struck by lightning, and he was full of remorse, going to his mother's sword righteousness, where is more important than the life of the apprentice.

Although the general of southern Xinjiang has also been distracted, he doesn't know if it is because he is burly and different from ordinary people, he seems to still retain some of his mind, and he is not like the group of southern Xinjiang soldiers on the battlefield who only know how to rush, and they are rampage aimlessly.

From beginning to end, the southern Xinjiang generals carried his frighteningly large mace, standing motionless, but the greedy gaze flashing in his eyes was even stronger than those of his southern Xinjiang soldiers.

It was a bloodthirsty thought, like thousands of ants, tearing open his skin, devouring his flesh, and finally seeping into his bone marrow.

Seeing that He Bushun rushed towards him, the general of Southern Xinjiang could no longer suppress the desire for blood in his heart, and the loss of his medicinal power made him lose the last trace of his sanity in an instant.

The corners of his mouth showed a strange smile, as if he had already won the battle before the two of them had even fought.

He Bushun knew that this was not the other party's self-confidence, but he didn't have the slightest idea of retreating, the closer he got to the opponent, the calmer his heart became, and the power of the sword in his hand had reached its peak unconsciously.

Just when the two were only a few steps away, the general of Southern Xinjiang suddenly let out a loud roar, and then waved the mace in his hand and smashed it towards He Bushun.

He Bushun, who was about to rush in front of the other party, realized the gap in strength between the two sides.

Not to mention the level of skill, just talk about the length of the weapons of the two, and the opponent is already invincible.

He Bushun's Rippleless Sword was still some distance away from the opponent, but it had already entered the attack range of the opponent's weapon, and He Bushun's original intention was to take the enemy's life, so it changed from offensive to defensive to defensive.

And when the giant mace fell from the top of his head, He Bushun's heart was cold.

He finally understood why the master didn't let him fight the person in front of him, because the other party's blow alone was enough to break him to pieces.

When He Bushun was dying, he suddenly stopped, and the sword also stopped in mid-air.

He turned his head and looked at the old man in the distance who was yelling loudly and telling him to go back quickly.

He Bushun would love to go back, if he could really go back.

He gave the old man one last look, then closed his eyes.

The young man standing with his sword in his hand, under the roaring blow of life, showed a smile of satisfaction, as if he remembered the happiest thing in the world.

No one knew why the young man could still laugh before he died, only the old man understood.