readx;? In the twilight, the beautiful sunset is reflected on the river like a colorful picture, the spring breeze in May gently blows the river, the small river is rippling with blue water, the scales are shining, as if there are thousands of koi fish jumping, it looks beautiful. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A teenager stood by the river, constantly waving his wooden knife into the air.

The wooden knife cut through the air and made a slight whistling sound.

One knife, another knife.

The young man's action of swinging the knife looked very clumsy, and every knife he swung out was crooked, and the trajectory of none of the knives coincided, and many warriors who passed by the river couldn't help but shake their heads when they saw his way of swinging the knife.

The reason for shaking his head was not only because the boy's knife technique looked very clumsy, but also because of the boy's empty right sleeve.

When the boy swung the knife, the empty right sleeve swayed back and forth with his movements, which was very eye-catching.

Obviously, the boy used to use his right hand to make knives, but after some kind of accident, he lost his right arm and was forced to start practicing left-handed knives again.

The warriors who passed by all sighed in their hearts.

They knew very well that for this young man, the path of martial arts had almost come to an end.

Although the humans on the Divine Continent did not cultivate Dou Qi until they were about fifteen years old, they had been exposed to various weapons since they were very young, and many teenagers had more than ten years of experience in using weapons before they officially cultivated Dou Qi, so they were able to spend most of their energy on improving their Dou level instead of practicing martial arts when they were cultivating Dou Qi.

However, this young man had to spend a lot of time learning the left-handed sword because of his broken hand, so he missed the golden age of cultivating his fighting spirit, and in the eyes of passing martial artists, the young man's martial arts future had long been bleak, and there was no future at all.

Ignoring the strange stares cast around him, the young man was expressionless and brandished the wooden knife in his hand.

The breeze brushed his wooden face, and the warm sun shone on his dark skin, and he sweated like rain, as if he didn't know what tiredness was.

What the passing warriors didn't know was that the reason why this young man's sword skills were so bad was not only because he used his left hand, but also because for most of the boy's life, he learned not sword techniques, but sword techniques!

This teenager is Su Yu's junior high school classmate, a graduate of Lianyue High School this year, Wu Dao.

More than five months ago, he chose to quit the Gu family. As a martial slave, he was severely punished by the Gu family, lost his right arm holding the knife, and became what he is today.

But his heart did not feel the slightest regret, but was relieved and full of joy.

Because he was finally free again.

Even the price paid for this is extremely painful.

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

The sun sets and night falls.

The stars are shining, and the river is shining with a little light particles, as if the canopy is upside down, which is intoxicating.

Under the dim street lamp, Wu Dao's movement of swinging the knife gradually became slow, his breathing became more and more rapid, and a pale look appeared on his dark face.

However, he did not stop there, but gritted his teeth, clenched the wooden knife, and continued to swing.

Another half hour passed.

With a "snap", the wooden sword fell to the ground, and Wu Dao staggered to the ground, gasping for breath.

Feeling the soreness coming from his left arm, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, then looked up at the beautiful night with a satisfied smile.

"Hey, I don't know what you're happy about. A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

He turned his head to look, and saw a man in blue sitting on a roadside bench not far away, with Erlang's legs crossed and his hands spread.

This man doesn't look very old, about thirty years old, with good facial features and handsome appearance, and there is a small tattoo under the corner of his left eye, which is a little far away, and Wu Dao can't see what this tattoo is for a while.

Wu Dao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Uncle, are you talking to me?"

"Nonsense. The man replied casually, "Is there anyone else here besides you at night?"

Wu Dao glanced around, then shook his head and said, "It seems that there is no one else." ”

"I said you're a bit stupid. The man rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "No wonder your knife skills are so bad, it seems that it is because your brain is not very good." ”

Hearing the undisguised ridicule in the man's words, Wu Dao did not get angry, but smiled honestly and said, "Let the uncle laugh."

The man was stunned for a moment, then muttered softly, "With such a good temper, what a boring guy." ”

With that, he turned his head away.

Wu Dao scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

After a pause, he stood up with his wooden knife and began to swing it again.

"Hey. The man suddenly spoke again, "When you swing the sword, there is a shadow of the sword, you kid used to use a sword." ”

Wu Dao nodded.

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't learn good swordsmanship, why do you want to learn swordsmanship? Since you are already missing an arm, you should practice the weapons you are familiar with." ”

Wu Dao replied lightly.

"Give up, with your qualifications, it's hard to achieve anything in swordsmanship. ”

"Oh. ”

"It's still too late to practice swordsmanship again, don't delay your future. ”

"Oh. ”

"Did you kid listen to me?"

"Oh. ”

"Oh oh oh oh oh you're big!" The man suddenly slapped the back of the chair heavily, "With all due respect, if you continue to practice like this, you will not be able to make a name for yourself in your life!"

He shouted these words at the top of his throat, and the voice of a man echoed by the silent river.

It's impossible to practice anything famous in a lifetime!

Lifetime!!!

Hearing these piercing words, Wu Dao finally stopped waving his knife.

"So what?"

Wiping a handful of sweat from his forehead, he turned to look at the man, grinned, and laughed, "I like to practice knives, I want to be a knife master, that's enough." ”

Although there was a smile on his face, the tone of his speech was extremely serious, and he didn't mean to make a joke at all.

The man was stunned for a moment, and did not say a word.

Wu Dao turned around and continued to swing the knife.

After a while, looking at Wu Dao's sweaty back, the man said, "What's your name?"

Wu Dao. ”

"No knife?" The man was stunned when he heard this, and immediately laughed out loud, "Your name is a bit interesting, you don't have a knife in your life, but you are obsessed with a knife, it's funny!"

After laughing for a while, he removed the smile from his face and said with interest: "Boy, do you want to learn the real left-handed knife technique?"

"Absolutely. Wu Daotou said without looking back.

"Good. The man stretched, got up and walked behind Wu Dao, and said, "If you want to learn from me, I will teach you." ”

"You?" Wu Dao turned around again and said suspiciously: "Uncle, you are a knife"

Before the word "guest" could be blurted out, he suddenly stood motionless as if he had been struck by thunder.

The man was sitting on the dimly lit bench before, and he couldn't see what the tattoo on the man's face was, but now the slender man stood in front of him, and he finally saw the man's tattoo clearly.

It was a cyan word for "love".

A faint scar slashed across the word "love", splitting it in half.

Two words flashed through Wu Dao's mind.

Slash love!

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