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Fortunately, the moonlight at the end of summer was exceptionally bright, and Morin could see the white robe in the distance, which was out of place with the surrounding scenery.

Feng Manyun's injuries were not all healed, because of a wealthy family, his body bones were weaker than ordinary peasant children. Even though his father had already dressed his wound with rare medicinal herbs in the mountains, and fed him some decoction to replenish his blood and return to the yuan, his face was still as pale as his long shirt, and several large wounds did not close.

is such a sick child, who has been standing outside the take-off and landing pad for almost two hours.

"Examiner, what did I do badly? Why am I not selected? Morin was familiar with this kind of fiery gaze, and every year in Golden Feather City, parents and children came to his mansion in a long line. With gifts of different specifications, I want to pull out one or two trainee hunter places from the palm of the deacon's hand. Most of the teenagers who came with him had such hot eyes, and Morin had been in charge of the assessment affairs for many years, and just one look could tell whether the child just wanted to be a hunter or really admired the honor of a hunter.

And Feng Manyun is undoubtedly the latter.

The examiner stopped in front of the airship and looked at the teenager in front of him who dared to block his way. He remembered the child, whether it was his clothes, the magical way he killed the dog dragon in the selection, or the fact that he had been cared for by the village chief during the debate with Magnini about the list.

"Send him away?" It was not clear from Morin's expression whether he was angry or not, and the accompanying hunter on the side asked with some uncertainty.

The examiner waved his hand and motioned for the entourage to put down the hand that wanted to pull the child, "The hunter selection, the selection is strong, you are not strong enough." ”

Hearing the examiner's undisguised bad comments, Feng Manyun's face turned even paler, "But I defeated the monster on the field according to your request." He raised his voice, "First!" ”

"At such a young age, how dare you speak so loudly to the chief deacon?" The attendant hunter on the side scolded.

"The way to take a trick is not the right way for a hunter after all." For some reason, Mo Lin was in a good mood today, and he didn't mind saying a few more words to Feng Manyun.

"But didn't the Feng Dust you chose also use some tricks to defeat the dog dragon?" The boy still asked reluctantly, "What's the difference with me?" ”

"How could your knife, if it wasn't for a coincidence, send the dog dragon to the top of the fence so accurately?" The golden civet cat is almost as tall as Feng Manyun at this moment, but it exudes an undoubted aura, "Hunters believe in strength, I can't let a guy with only good luck become a hunter, can you guarantee that every time you hunt, that monster will kill itself on the stone?" ”

"If it's a real knife in my hand, then with that pick, the dog dragon is already dead, so why bother to investigate what happened later?" The boy also tried to make his tone unquestionable.

Hearing this, Mo Lin suddenly laughed, he waved his hand to summon a hunter with a sword in his entourage, and slammed it the scabbard behind him, and the whole knife flew out of the sheath and stuck a few feet in front of Feng Manyun impartially.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance, if you can use this knife to make the pick on the day of selection, I'll make an exception for an extra spot in your village, and put your name on the list of trainee hunters."

As soon as Morin's words came out, not only himself, but also the hunters who followed him laughed, and the tall hunter who had offered his sword looked at the pale young man with a different meaning.

Feng Manyun has a good father, when he was a child, he said that he wanted to take an airship, and his father negotiated two places for them on the boat; He said he wanted a long knife like Uncle Hader's, and his father begged the best carpenter in the neighboring village to sharpen it for him on his back; But when he said that he was going to sit on the hunter, his father was rarely silent, and he did not stop himself, but he did not help himself.

He wanted to be a hunter, but he was on his own.

Feng Manyun didn't hesitate, nor did he feel anything wrong from the laughter around him. He took off the wooden knife behind his back and put it on the ground, wiping the sweat of his palms on the side of his robe.

He put his hands on the knife that was stuck on the ground, and the handle of the leather-wrapped blade was soft and cold. With a strong pull, the knife and the soil and stone rubbed out with a "bang" sound, and it was smoothly pulled out.

It's so heavy!

Feng Manyun wanted to put the knife in front of him and make a preparatory posture before making a move, but the knife seemed to be attached to the ground, and before the young man could turn the gesture of reversing his grip to a positive grip, he slid out of the young man's palm and fell heavily to the ground.

The laughter around them became even louder, and the hunter who offered the knife looked at the embarrassed boy in front of him with interest. His sword takes the route of heavy blows, with multiple lead wires on the back of the knife as counterweights, and lead blocks in the hilt. When caught in a group battle with small monsters, the weight of the sword alone can sweep the prey away. Hunters have been training for this mode of combat for too long, starting with a lead wire and slowly increasing to a weight that even ordinary broadswords can hardly match. How could such a knife be lifted by a weak teenager?

The boy looked at the falling knife and was stunned, then squatted down, ready to pick up the knife and make a second attempt. His limbs strained at the same time, as if he were going to tear the knife out of the ground, his pale face suffocated a flush, his teeth clenched, and little by little he lifted the weapon that held his future.

He finally stood up, his legs slightly bent, the tip of his knife pointing diagonally in front of him. The boy took a deep breath and jerked his knife upward, just as he had done at the tryouts.

"Bang dang!" The knife fell to the ground again, Feng Manyun's hands trembled slightly, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was too hard, and it actually made a bruise.

"Enough, you won't be able to lift this knife if you try 10,000 times." Mo Lin said coldly, and as soon as he flicked his sleeves, he wanted to walk past Feng Manyun's side.

"Let me ...... again Try it once. The boy gasped and said firmly and stubbornly. Without waiting for Morin to leave, he crouched down for the third time and grasped the hilt of the knife, which was already stained with his sweat.

"Get up!" He shouted, his face had turned purple, Feng Manyun didn't try to swing the sword, but little by little he wanted to raise the knife above his head, even if he could make the final stance of the blow in the tryouts. He could hear the creaking of his knees, and his arms trembling in front of him, but he gritted his teeth and lifted the knife upwards inch by inch.

The laughter of the accompanying hunters had dissipated at some point, and the only sound on the landing pad was the rustle of the night wind blowing the sand, and Morin watched the burlesque of the weak child with a calm face.

"Bell!" The sword fell to the ground again, and with this fall, Feng Manyun also knelt on the ground silently.

"That's ...... Is it okay? He asked, with exhaustion in his tone.

"Hmph, the arms are not straightened, and, can that be called a lift? You're just raising your sword. The chief deacon said unhappily that the boy had ruined his good mood by his stubbornness alone.

Feng Manyun raised his head and looked at the chief deacon, the heat in his eyes was fading little by little, but the hatred couldn't stop surging up.

Morin shuddered slightly, unwilling to face the child's gaze again, and walked towards the airship. The accompanying hunters also sighed and left with the chief deacon.

The tall hunter who offered the knife walked up to Feng Manyun, picked up his knife, and turned around to leave, but stopped again: "I'm sorry...... This knife of mine...... It's heavy. ”

As if he hadn't heard, the boy fell to his knees, his eyes as if looking at the void in the distance, and as if looking at the vast world at the southern end of the Great Snow Mountain.