A thin and old figure shuttled through the mountains and forests, unkempt and covered with smoke and dust. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The wrinkles on Info's face are like the folds of black steel formed by the gradual solidification of molten iron, which are hard and vigorous. His eyes were unusually clear, like those of a baby.

Le Bu Leng left Tianxin City and did not fly, but walked along the barren mountains and mountains towards the Emerald Forest.

Hurry during the day and meditate at night. When he was hungry, he picked wild fruits and killed wild beasts, and when he was thirsty, he drank water from streams. Measure the earth with footsteps, feel the eternal earth, and life is as humble as dust. Look up at the sky, lost in the vast starry sky where countless geniuses have written their legends.

He remembered some things when he was a child, his talent was not the best, nor the worst, but his temper was undoubtedly the most twisted. After so many years, at such an age, my temper has not improved at all.

It's like the Impact Grandmaster, failing every time.

Failure and ridicule are probably the things he has experienced the most in his life.

There was so much content that he needed to take his time to recall. The courage that he had forgotten slowly became vivid.

His youth, his beliefs and dreams, his pride and perseverance, are all in this all kinds of courage.

There is the courage to make a desperate bet, the courage to survive with a broken arm, and the courage to start over.

There is the courage of youth, the courage of the prime, and the courage of the twilight years.

He once sat upright in front of the desk under the bright window and longed for it, he once sweated and wet his clothes, regardless of cold and summer, winter and summer, he once held a power in his hands, he once climbed the peak of ten thousand people, took the sky and picked the moon, drank and sang wildly, he once stepped on the glacier to see the snow field surging recklessly, he once walked alone in the desert to chase the sunset and saw the lonely smoke into the sky, he once leaned on the head of the city to watch the thieves and bandits kneel and beg for mercy, he once heard his name in front of the heroes and lost his blood and bowed his head to listen to the training.

In the first half of his life, the world ridiculed him, calling him strange and proud, laughing at it and defeating.

In the second half of his life, he was a guest in the pear cloud seat, and he was called a teacher all over the world, and he was afraid of it.

Floating and heavy, there are sorrows, joys, pains, hatreds, but no regrets.

When he looked back on his magnificent life, all the troubles of Tianxin City, the rise and fall of the world, the life and death of all beings, and all the distracting thoughts were like scattered smoke clouds, disappearing into the wind.

The heart is like glass, not stained with dirt.

In this way, he made the final pre-war preparations. At this time, the joy is not cold, and it is an ascetic believer who makes a pious pilgrimage. The holiness in his heart is the coming war, his life.

Eight failures, eight struggles, and eight enlightenments.

Walk and stop, think and sleep.

Alone like a rusty lone sword, breaking through the rain and cutting the wind, there is no edge, barefoot like a cliff-climbing old vine, looking at the Emerald City from afar.

I have seen the scenery of the world, tried all the heroes in the world, and exhausted the master of my life.

Stride with your head held high, and sing a long song.

Le Bu is cold, there is only one battle left in this life.

In the bamboo forest of Songjian Valley, the blue and white pattern under Duanmu at dusk changes again.

Blue and white, the 1,200th species.

In Blackfish Mouth Mountain, a windmill sword is stuck diagonally on the ridge. The colorful windmills with sword tails point straight to the sky, and when the wind blows, they will hula and hula and spin.

The sunlight shines through the windmill sword, falling a large area of shadows, which are scattered. Everyone hid in the shadows, sat on the ground, and took advantage of the gap to replenish the Yuan Force.

Shi Zhiguang's face was full of frustration, his eyebrows drooped, and he looked at the ground with his chin propped up, and said nothing.

His performance today was terrible, he couldn't grasp the rhythm of the sword master, and he failed several times in a row. Each dash of the Windmill Sword needs to be consistent with the attack of the Sword Tower. In addition, any sprint cannot exceed 50 zhang, and it must change direction.

With the lightning speed of the windmill sword, he needs to maintain a high level of concentration, and the slightest distraction will make mistakes.

Gu Xuan sat down beside him, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted, "No one does it better than you!"

This is not a kind word.

Don't look at Shi Zhiguang, who is burly and honest, he looks like a big man who is good at brute force. But among the three sword masters, he has the most talent and the best performance.

Shi Zhiguang didn't make a sound, so he couldn't comfort him at all. Having just discovered his talent, he was desperate to make a difference.

Is it going to be like that again?

Life after tasting respect and envy is like being painted with bright colors, and I can no longer endure the barrenness of only black and white.

Gu Xuan didn't know how to persuade Shi Zhiguang, but seeing that his mood was so low, he felt that he had to say something.

"Shi Zhiguang!"

In the other corner, Ai Hui, who had just put down the Yuanli soup, shouted loudly to this side.

Shi Zhiguang's body shook, hesitated, and walked towards Ai Hui with his head down.

Gu Xuan was worried that Shi Zhiguang would be trained, so he hurriedly followed.

"Sit. ”

Ai Hui's tone was inaudible with joy and anger, a thin figure covered in bandages, and two black chips on his face.

Usually, everyone doesn't know how funny it is to laugh at the boss in private. But at this moment, Shi Zhiguang didn't think it was funny at all, he felt weak in his heart, and he always felt that there must be murderous under the bandage.

Shi Zhiguang muttered: "I, I'll just stand." ”

Ai Hui snorted coldly: "Tell you to sit down, and now you will start disobeying orders?"

Shi Zhiguang's heart trembled, and he hurriedly sat down, his legs together, his hands on his laps, and sat upright.

Gu Xuan secretly sighed in his heart, he made up his mind, if Shi Zhiguang was trained, he asked for intercession.

Ai Hui coughed lightly: "Why are you so depressed? It's not your fault that you don't do well." The windmill sword is a new weapon, and everyone is groping for it. It's normal to fail, it's not a big deal. Failure can be tolerated, but you can't be without fighting spirit, if you look like this again, I'll change someone!"

Shi Zhiguang hurriedly raised his head and straightened his chest, his strong chest muscles were almost comparable to that of an orangutan, and he hurriedly said, "Boss, I have fighting spirit!"

Gu Xuan glanced at Ai Hui in some surprise.

In everyone's mind, the boss is an extremely strict person. In cultivation, as long as there is the slightest mistake, waiting is definitely a punitive cultivation. Moreover, all kinds of tricks emerge one after another, and every day of cultivation will not die, but also shed the skin. Moreover, he doesn't talk about any affection in his cultivation, he is iron-faced and selfless, and everyone is very afraid of him.

However, although everyone complained, Ai Hui set an example, participated in cultivation together, and demanded himself to the same standards, so everyone was also convinced.

The last time Ai Hui single-handedly overthrew the entire Thunder Sword, everyone admired it very much.

I have to admit that Ai Hui still has a very good set. What seemed like a nonsensical selection at first turned out to be of practical use. And the players have some unique talents, but their individual strength is very ordinary. Therefore, there are no arrogant people in the team, the atmosphere is very harmonious, and the atmosphere is very good.

Gu Xuan's mentality was also changing unconsciously. I used to be alone, and I didn't feel anything. For example, sweating with everyone every day, waving the sword over and over again, and accepting punishment together, everyone's feelings are unconsciously much deeper.

Especially some time ago, due to Ai Hui's injury, the task of leading everyone's cultivation fell on Gu Xuan.

Gu Xuan began to have an extra habit of taking care of everyone.

Seeing that Shi Zhiguang was going to be trained, he hurriedly followed over and prepared to intercede, which was the case.

Ai Hui coughed lightly again: "Although the responsibility for the mistake is not yours, you still have to continue to improve." Our life and death are all in your hands, Zhiguang. ”

Shi Zhiguang was suddenly excited, his face turned red, and he said loudly: "My subordinates must live up to their mission!"

When has he ever been so taken seriously?

Thinking of his heavy responsibility, he only felt full of energy, and he couldn't wait to rush to the windmill sword and start a new cultivation.

"Good. Ai Hui nodded, as if he was very satisfied: "However, it is useless to rely on blood and courage alone in battle, we still need to improve the level of strength." Therefore, in order to improve the strength of the sword master, I have carefully prepared special training for you. ”

Shi Zhiguang stiffened his neck and shouted loudly with all his might: "My subordinates must complete the special training!"

He made up his mind that no matter how much blood or sweat he had, he would complete the special training.

Ai Hui waved his hand: "Not only you, but all the sword envoys must complete the special training." Gu Xuan, call the other two people. ”

The other two sword envoys also hurriedly ran over and stood straight beside Shi Zhiguang. Compared with Shi Zhiguang's fighting spirit, the two of them were a little weak in their hearts. Ordinary cultivation is so terrifying, the special training in the boss's mouth, how terrifying it will be!

They are ready to go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire.

The other team members also came over, and they were very curious about what the special training prepared by Ai Hui.

Seeing everyone coming, Ai Hui coughed lightly: "The sword master needs to maintain a high degree of concentration for a long time, which is the most difficult place. This special training is also aimed at this. So, our special trainer, embroidery!"

There was a sudden silence and then an explosion.

"Embroidery! Oh my God!"

"Isn't the boss crazy?"

......

Shi Zhiguang, who was still enthusiastic just now, suddenly seemed to be frozen in ice, stunned.

The other two were also full of disbelief.

Ai Hui snorted: "Do you know anything about embroidery?" Come, Shi Zhiguang, you say." ”

Shi Zhiguang stammered: "I know, women embroider." ”

This familiar answer suddenly brought Ai Hui closer to the whirlpool of memory. In that familiar yard, an old man once followed a young man's path.

Almost subconsciously, Ai Hui blurted out: "One-sided! superficial!"

"Embroidery needs to be based on Yuan Li as a needle, lead embroidery, it is very easy to have a thick thread, leather cotton silk has soft and hard, the pattern is complicated, it is very easy to embroider a powerful embroidery, you can control ten Yuan Li needles at a time, embroidery from different parts. And the top embroiderer, do you know how many Yuan Li needles can be controlled at the same time?"

"How much?"

"The previous record was 949 ......"

No one noticed the deep remembrance and longing in Ai Hui's hoarse voice, and his flying thoughts fell on the sunshine in the afternoon sunshine in the small courtyard and the embroidery workshop where the loom was constantly sounding.

Master, master, and disciple also began to teach embroidery.