The time of the day passed quickly, and everything was not much different from the previous days There is only a sword in Yun Ting's eyes, and there is only a sword, and he keeps practicing the sword. can only be honest with the sword and dedicated to the sword, so that we can complete the next thing to be completed and unfinished. Oh, there is a little difference today is the gathering body of the resentment behind the Beacon Fire Opera Prince, he has already stood behind Yun Ting and stabbed out thousands of swords, although it is only a wooden sword, there is no intention to really hurt Yun Ting, but that resentment! It reminds Yun Ting all the time, making him tense all the time. This is a natural vigilance mechanism, just like induction, for a master like them, as long as a threatening attack appears, the body will naturally respond and make a gesture, so as to facilitate the fastest and best way to fight back.

"Look at Mao! Haven't you seen a handsome guy?! Yun Ting, who couldn't bear it anymore, stopped practicing his sword and turned around and yelled.

The princes of the Beacon Opera looked at him in surprise, smacked their mouths, and said slowly: "Where am I looking at you!" ”

"I'm looking at this blue sky, this green land and the birds in the distant sky~Ah~ What a beautiful thing to do~ In comparison, what do I see you doing? No matter how handsome you are, can you be as handsome as this beacon? This beacon fire is the existence of the princes who once played! ”

The wooden sword in the hands of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera held the sword flower, and his face was filled with a very unbeatable smile, which made people want to rush up and hit it a few times, but they were helpless.

The princes of the Beacon Opera are such a person, and those who are a little more psychologically fragile will be beaten by his mouth cannon to hurt their hearts, liver, lungs and stomach. It's just that there is another premise of the mouth cannon, that is, there must be kung fu in the hands, and ordinary people will die miserably if they hit the mouth cannon indiscriminately. For Yun Ting, who has been vaccinated, this is not a matter at all, compared to the strange encounters in his previous life, and the strange things with the princes of the Beacon Opera, this is just a drizzle.

"Looks like you don't want to eat at night, do you?" Yun Thunder Pillar stood with his sword on his face, a vague smile on his face.

"Humph!" The princes of the Beacon Opera spewed out two air currents from their nostrils, with a look of disdain, "Just you?" The dishes are so unpalatable that Uncle Ben is too lazy to eat them! Take the money and beg me to taste it, and I won't go! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Ting's smile became brighter and brighter.

"Third Senior Brother! Beacon said that the food you made was too unpalatable, and if you gave him money, he wouldn't eat it! He shouted.

The faces of the princes of the Beacon Opera changed, and it was too late to cover Yun Ting's mouth again, and he had to escape as fast as he could when his feet moved, but no matter what, it was too late,

"What? Beacon that kid dared to judge his brother's cooking skills. At the beginning, every time he opened a meal, he was the first to eat, and he said that it was very delicious! Attaboy! ”

"Hey, don't do it, third senior brother, wow, the gentleman doesn't do it, everyone is his own person, so don't use such a barbaric way."

"What? You call me savage? What is that gentleman, come here, don't run, third senior brother, I will explain to you how the gentleman was beaten, and let you know why the gentleman didn't do it, it was because he couldn't move! ”

"Senior brother, I was wrong! Stop it! Ah......h

The screams of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera echoed, and they were heard out of the remote courtyard. Fortunately, this place is in a remote area, otherwise anyone who hears this scream will have a feeling of thinking about heaven and earth, and crying alone, thinking that something inappropriate for children is happening here. Beside it, under a mulberry tree in the yard, Yun Ting no longer knew where to find a small bench, sitting on it with his feet crossed, his head in one hand, and a homemade bamboo drink in the other, sitting under the tree, taking advantage of the crisp astigmatism projected by the sunset, and happily watching the chase drama being staged in the yard.

"Yunting, I won't let you go! Ahh ”

Somewhere, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and there was a black shadow like thick ink around the whole person, and as soon as the eyes penetrated it, it seemed to be absorbed. This is a human figure, and it can only be seen as a human figure, and it is still so dark in the afterglow of the setting sun. He walked away step by step, raised his head, and looked at the roof of the house on the north side of the courtyard, and his gaze penetrated through the person lying on the roof.

Yun Ting shuddered, he had been lying on the roof like this for a long time, bathed in the sun, blowing the wind, squinting his eyes, it was good. It's just that I don't know why, the cold just now made him shiver involuntarily.

Yun Ting opened his eyes, and saw the sad and angry faces of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera appear, staring at himself, looking very deeply, very deeply, and for the time being, the word "affectionate style" can also be used.

He couldn't help but shiver a few more times, Yun Ting straightened up, changed to lie down, sat on the roof tiles and glared back.

"What do you see, you still said that you have seen a handsome guy, but you have never seen someone as handsome as me, right?" Yun Ting said. At this time, the sun tasted a little lazy, so even he spoke with a little laziness, and yawned, which made people want to sleep even more.

"Alas~" The princes of the Beacon Opera sighed and sat down beside Yun Ting, with a sad and indignant face, he rubbed his chest with his hands and grinned with his teeth. It was the place where the third senior brother Zhou Wen hit, and there was a big black palm print on his clothes, and under the palm print were gray-brown lines, half-dry, making the white robe very dirty, like.

This palm is nothing, and there is a sense of proportion between each other's brothers and sisters, but it is the palm print, and the traces like water, that make the faces of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera stink like. It's a sludge masterpiece! Now it's the Three Kingdoms, the Three Kingdoms without laundry detergent and washing machines, and if you want to wash your clothes, you have to rub them to death! And he has no sister-in-law, no sister-in-law, no younger siblings, only his own hands.

Thinking of this, the faces of the princes of the Beacon Opera became more and more bitter.

"Damn, it's all because of you, jealous that I'm handsome! Brother, I never thought you were such a person, really! We've known each other for so many days, and it's true that there aren't many feelings left, but how can you stab me in the back? The feelings of many days really broke my glass heart and turned it into scum. ”

"And you still let the third senior brother take charge today, my God, can the third senior brother eat the food with his heart? Even if you torture my body, my tongue will be tortured, and my soul will be traumatized! ”

As soon as the princes of the beacon fire show are free, they will talk non-stop, and there are a lot of balabalas. If people can become sparrows, then the princes of the Beacon Opera will definitely become sparrows, and they are the first ones.

"Alas......" Yun Ting also sighed, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and said loudly, "I didn't expect it, the third senior brother said that you said that his cooking is not delicious, so he asked me to rest tonight and asked us to taste his cooking skills!" ”

Speaking of this, the two sighed in unison. If I knew that this was the result, we wouldn't have hurt each other, and then we would have to hurt each other again at night, and when I think about it, I feel a little throbbing in my stomach.

The princes of the Beacon Fire Opera shook their heads helplessly, fell backwards, and lay down like a cloud, with their hands folded under their heads. He looked at the clouds in the distance, he didn't know what he saw, what he thought, he could never be still, he became very quiet at the moment.

"What are you thinking?" Cloud Thunder turned his head sideways.

"I wonder how long these days can continue?" The princes of the Beacon Opera were a little embarrassed.

His eyes reflected the distant clouds, and his clear eyes were so clean that they could distinguish black and white, very spiritual, and a little more sharp. He looked, watched, as if he wanted to see an end to the endless distance, the endless sky,

"Yun Ting, you know what? I like this life, I like it very much, very, very much. I thought I would never be able to be so comfortable in my life. ”

The princes of the Beacon Opera smiled gently, and their voices became low.

"I was an orphan in reality since I was a child, I grew up in an orphanage, I received the relief of the empire, I lived, I went to school. I thought that the world was so kind, and I was grateful to the empire for allowing me to survive and find my own direction and pursue my own future. But one day, all of a sudden, I found that there was still so much injustice, so much black and white, and I couldn't tell the difference between black and white. ”

He let out a slight sigh and continued, "Originally, I shouldn't have time to play games right now, because I would have been a student at Imperial University. yes, it would have been. However, I really didn't expect that when you were replaced by someone else, you called the police, and it was not the police who were waiting for you, but another group of people. They stuffed you in a bag, punched and kicked you, beat you half to death, and threw you into a broken ship and sent you to Junk Star. ”

"I thought I would have been a mechwarrior, a battleship captain, or perhaps an Imperial mech-maintainer. But I never thought that I would become a waste picker, a maintenance worker. If supercomputers are really as selfless and fair as we imagined, and so powerful, how can such a thing happen? ”

Yun Ting listened for a long time, and finally stopped being silent, but interrupted loudly. He said, "No, it's human. Even if supercomputers have infinite intelligence, they are only tools, and they cannot directly interfere with or influence all kinds of human behavior, including imperial decision-making, including the so-called "justice" of justice. ”

"It's just a computer, and it's an old immortal at best. Human beings do not trust everything, let alone anything they create, no matter how flawless it may be. Humanity, the vast majority of people, is in the imagination, afraid of being replaced one day. Yun Ting smiled bitterly.

The princes of the Beacon Opera nodded, smiling brightly.

"So why not laugh? I'm lucky to be alive. And, too, I found another dream. ”

The smiles of the princes of the Beacon Opera were very bright, and the clouds could not see the slightest resentment towards the past, nor the slightest gloom and depression. What he saw was a smile, so bright and brilliant that even the orange-red sunset in the sky dimmed.

"I have a dream. One day, I will be able to use my sword, the black and white of the world, to punish evil and promote good. Punish me for not being able to endure it, and behead me for not tolerating it. ”

"I'm going to be a hero. Like the heroes in Jin Yong's novels in the Tianyuan era, but I won't be them. I want to be my hero, a guy who can tell the difference between black and white for the world. The princes of the Beacon Fire Opera closed their eyes leisurely, and a smile hung on the corner of their mouths.

"Yunting, don't do evil in the future, otherwise this hero will definitely strip you naked and throw you on the street."

"Really?" Yun Tingwuer smiled.

This is the Beacon Opera Princes, the Beacon Opera Princes he knows, the Beacon Opera Princes who have never changed. He can establish a chivalrous village, so that the major princes and lords of the Three Kingdoms are frightened, and they dare not do too many things that anger and resentment, for fear that one day when they open their eyes, there will be a sword hanging in their throats. Let them gnash their teeth, both afraid and hateful.

It can also be when Dong Zhuo entered Beijing and abolished the young emperor, an iron sword entered Luoyang, fought outside the Changle Palace, and blood was splashed ten steps. In the end, he was painted by Lu Bu's Fang Tian, and even the halberd was nailed to the gate of Changle Palace, and the long sword in his hand had not fallen when he died. After his death, Dong Zhuo paraded the corpse on the street and exposed the corpse for ten days.

His dream is to be a chivalrous man and be his own chivalrous man. It's a very simple dream, but it's not easy to do, and it's not so simple later.

Now, of course, this guy is dishonestly resting one foot on Yunting's calf, his eyes closed, but the evil smile on his face reveals the fact that he is not sleeping.