In the Divine Sword Sect, the former genius, and now the loser, the golden knife boy Ming Feng seems to have suddenly grown old.

A few days ago, Ming Feng was still a young man who exuded a thousand miles of light, but in just a few days, his light disappeared, and the golden knife was also dim, and his face was full of scum, as many vicissitudes as there were.

Perhaps, old age is not a noun, but a verb.

Because aging is often done in an instant, at a certain moment, something happens, and then people are old.

Just like today's Ming Feng, he was still a person admired by countless people a few days ago, and he was still a genius that countless people pinned their hopes on, so he would always be a teenager at that time. But now, he's a loser, and those who surround him, have gone around someone else.

"Loser!" Mingfeng spilled the wine violently, and then cried on the table.

Outside the door, Yun Xiaosheng, who originally planned to comfort Ming Feng, listened to the crying, he suddenly couldn't find any reason to go in, maybe if he went in at this moment, the other party would take his comfort as a mockery.

Gently putting down a pot of wine, Yun Xiaosheng left, he planned to wait for his senior brother to calm down in a few days, and he was coming to him.

The people inside the house were still crying sadly, and the people outside the house had been replaced.

Feng Lao didn't walk in, he just stood, and then quietly listened to the apprentice's cry, and after listening for a long time, Feng Lao left, and while walking, he said to himself: "Feng'er, I'm sorry.... It's because the master is too weak and didn't teach you well, that's why you will lose, so I'll go and ask the sect master to teach you, so that you will get better. ”

The people inside the house finally stopped crying, and another person came outside the house.

"Loser, are you willing to fail?" the man pushed the door in and asked.

"Your words, repeat them!" Hearing this, Ming Feng stood up, held the dim golden knife, and glared at the comer.

"Loser, are you willing to fail?" is very gentle when he comes to come, because he will meet the requirements of others.

"Loser!" Ming Feng repeated two sentences in a sad voice, the golden knife in his hand suddenly fell, and now he has no heart to raise the knife, because this person is right, he is a complete loser.

"Are you willing to fail?" the visitor walked two steps, closed the door gently, and asked again.

As soon as the words fell, Ming Feng felt that the surroundings were full of killing intent, as long as the mysterious comer made a move, Ming Feng felt that he would die, but Ming Feng didn't care, at this moment, maybe death was also a good relief for him.

After two more sips of wine, Ming Feng asked the mysterious comer, "If you want to kill me, don't you do it?" If the time drags on, no one can escape our sect master's knife. ”

"The first knife in the world is indeed one of the strongest in the world, but unfortunately, there are still many people in this world that he can't kill. The comer replied with a smile, and then continued: "I'm not here to kill you, I'm just here to ask you a question, loser, are you willing to fail?"

Same tone, same question.

Willingly?

Ming Feng joined the Divine Sword Sect at the age of seven, and for more than two hundred years, he swung his sword tens of thousands of times day and night, never neglecting a point every day, he was pinned on by countless people, and as time passed, he regarded all hope as the only goal of life.

All his life, he has been living for the Five Great Sects, but all of this, just a few days ago, was gone.

All, now Mingfeng, has lost the reason to live and the belief in living.

"What if you are unwilling, I can't even take a knife, he is the real genius, he is the real hope of the Divine Sword Sect. "I drank it in one gulp, and laughed at myself, whether it was resignation or resentment.

"Hope?" said mockingly, then sat down, and asked, "Who made this word, and who gave hope?"

"Genius?" asked again in the same tone of mockery, and the man continued: "Who made the word? Who is the genius of the world?"

"If you lose once, and someone else says that you are not a genius, you give up on yourself, so, hope, genius, these two words, are they set for you by others, or are you set for yourself?" the comer's tone increased a little and continued to ask.

"Then what can I do! Now that I've lost!, what else can I do!" Mingfeng slammed the flask to the ground.

"Wine, there are a lot, bitters, spirits, dessert wines. Every time he said a word, the person who came would take out a pot of wine and put it on the table, a total of three pots, one pot was left by Yun Xiaosheng, one pot was put next to Ming Feng himself, and one pot was brought by this person himself.

"One kind of wine is not suitable, and another kind of wine is to drink, have you really thought about it, the five great competitions, is it really the fate you want? Have you really thought about what you want?" pointed to the three pots of wine on the table, and the visitor asked slowly.

"What the world wants you to do, you take it as what you want to do, before the world wants to do it, can I ask for your consent?

"You are a knife man, everything is taken by the knife, the road asks the knife, don't ask your heart!"

After speaking, the mysterious comer left slowly, leaving only one sentence: "Hongchen accompanies the boat passengers, one drink and one walk alone." Heaven and earth are free guests, one line and one drink alone. ”

Ask the knife, don't ask the heart!

As soon as the words entered his ears, Ming Feng's heart jumped again, he picked up the dim golden knife, and at this moment, he finally saw the true appearance of the knife, not the dazzling golden light before.

The dazzling golden mangs are the expectations of the master, but now the dim knife really belongs to his Mingfeng.

Genius, what is a genius! is to evaluate yourself, as long as you feel that you are a genius and have been walking on this road, you yourself are a genius.

Hope, what is hope! It is the blooming of one's own heart, if the heart beats for oneself, the red dust is full of red dust, and everywhere is hope.

Enlightenment, pick up the knife, get up, and do it in one go!

At this moment, Ming Feng may not be a teenager, but his heart beats more than a teenager, because he has his own way.

.....

"Master, I'm going out on a trip. "On the top of the mountain, Ming Feng saluted the old man.

"Okay!Good!Okay!Yes, it's worthy of being my apprentice!Hahaha!Yun Tianqi, your apprentice won, but my apprentice even won!" Laughing three times, saying three good times, Feng Lao felt that the laughter at this moment was the happiest laugh in his life.

....

At the top of the clouds, the white man and the white knife gently looked at the people and knives in the distance, and said with a smile: "Come on, boy." ”

After that, people looked back, and the voice of cold frost came out: "Within my sight, there will be no treacherous conspiracy!"

"They are all the ones who left their names on the Monument of Destiny, why should they be so targeted. The voice came out, and a man with a star map on his back appeared next to him.

Subsequently, the two of them were speechless, and after a long time, after Ming Feng left completely, the person with the star map on his back said with a smile: "The first knife in the world, worthy of its name." At least when it comes to teaching people, I might as well do it. ”

"If you don't leave, the knife will ask you to leave. "It's a pity that Yun Tianqi still has no good words to say.

"It's a pity that such a genius can't be used by me. With a sigh, the person carrying the star map disappeared.