His talent is extraordinary, except for his father, other coaches are constantly praising him, coupled with high-intensity hard training, his sword skills have become more and more refined, and he has been promoted to the intermediate level, winning the first place in the youth competition of the knife gate, and winning the honor of the first swordsman.

This is not a too unexpected achievement, but it is still very gratifying to be able to become the focus of the audience, the attention of everyone, and win the real prize rice grain back!

He was elated, raised his head all the way, and went home with prizes and bonuses, wanting to surprise his father who had just returned from killing the enemy.

"Dad, I'm back!"

Excitedly rushed to the front of the house, his voice was full of joy, he hid the medals and prize money behind his back, and planned to enter the house and take them out again, but he saw his father sitting there quietly, his expression was not so much indifferent, but more disappointed.

"Are you proud of winning some of your peers? Take out your knife and slash at me, so that I can see what I can see. ”

Hearing this, the joy in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he didn't ask his father how he knew it, nor did he dare to resist his father's request, so he put the prize in his hand on the ground, drew a knife in his hand, and slashed towards his father.

This knife is his own proud move, hidden yin and yang mysteries, changeable moves, uncertain and uncertain, it took three months to practice, and it is invincible in the big competition.

However, his father's expression was indifferent, and he also pressed his cultivation to the middle level, using his flesh palm as a knife, concentrating his strength, relying on listening to the wind to identify the position, avoiding his own false moves, and even looking at the transformation of virtual and real for a moment, his strength was not smooth, and he slashed heavily on the side of the knife, and the treasure knife flew out of his hand, and he defeated himself in one move.

"It's easy to defeat others, but it's really difficult to defeat yourself, you can't be overjoyed with a little achievement, how can you become a talent...... A little victory, a fluctuating mood, what kind of climate has it become?"

My father's lesson was like a bucket of ice water in the head, and I was like falling into an ice cave, and my whole person was completely frozen, speechless, full of disappointment and frustration, but I could only continue to listen to the teaching.

"Practicing knives is the most important way to cultivate the mind, if you are so active and insincere to the knife, it is not good to practice. ”

After that, my father led him to the outside of the city and distributed the generous bonus to the poor people in the countryside.

Those villagers praised themselves repeatedly, calling themselves young heroes, which really gave them a feeling of being respected and a sense of becoming a hero, but when they returned home, they looked at the empty rice tank, and there was a sound in their stomachs, and all the good moods completely dissipated......

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...... When did the chivalrous road that was once willing to be like liquor start to become a dead end full of thorns and can't be walked?

At that time, I was so naïve, and I had no doubts about my father's beliefs.

...... Following the long river of time, looking at the past, Rao is heart is as strong as iron, and it is inevitable that he will have complex feelings, if it is not for the rest of the Yuan Shen at this moment, returning to chaos, I am afraid that his face will not be very good-looking.

...... Now that we have come to this point, there is nothing to worry about anymore, and the key is to wake up to the imprint of the past.

After the big competition of the knife gate, my father said that his sword skills were small, but his heart was biased, and if he went on like this, it would be difficult to get a glimpse of the peak of the knife path, so he quit the task in the door, stayed away from the battle array, and took himself to travel around the world, practicing knives while doing chivalry.

At that time, the demons and the human race were fighting, everywhere was smoke, ruins and bones everywhere, and the family Gaomen relied on the magic circle to fight against the demons in the city and the mountain gate to stabilize the situation, and the vast fields and countryside became abandoned places.

Demons are rampant, bandits are numerous, and even officials and soldiers from all over the country come to loot from time to time. But all those who have some ability have fled with their families, and they have sold their strength in the city to barely survive, and those who are left behind are either old, weak, sick and disabled, or they really have no savings, and they are reluctant to use this little land and broken houses.

He followed his father and acted chivalrous in these places, expelling some lonely demons and small groups of bandits for the villagers, and he usually had no income, and he couldn't even eat a few meals, but he still spent a lot of time and physical strength to hone his sword skills every day.

"Go on! That's not going to work, you're also the boy of the Situ family?"

"I've only been practicing for four hours, what are you pretending to be dead? Will the demons and evil ways sympathize with you?"

"Only by comprehending the essence of this trick can you rest!"

"I can't even hold up this little training, what big can I do in the future?"

Similar words rang in my ears every day, along with the protest in my stomach, and I had to gradually begin to wonder if the path I had hoped for was really meaningful.

On that day, he and his father traveled through a village, and heard that demons had been coming to attack them lately, and they had taken the villagers away for blood food.

The father took the request and went into the mountain alone, while he stayed at the entrance of the village to prevent the missed demons from coming and killing again. Afraid of the demons, the villagers hid in their houses, leaving themselves alone, under the scorching sun, watching hard, their mouths dry and their stomachs wailing.

When the sun set in the West Mountain, I was anxious, and I was about to ignore my father's arrangement and go into the mountains to search, and I was able to see if I had any luck, and hunted some wild things that were not alienated under the demon atmosphere and demons, and used them as rations, but I waited for the monsters that attacked.

It was a demon deer with a body comparable to a fierce tiger and a strength comparable to a colossus, with fur as hard as gold and iron, a pair of horns on its head, extremely sharp, it could easily poke two holes in the rock wall, and it could directly spew demon qi in its mouth, even if its intelligence was not high, it was the product of mutation, and it was already close to the level of the demon king.

He fought to the death, and comprehended the essence of the knife technique, so he cut off his head, broke three ribs, countless abrasions and scratches all over his body, and was drenched in blood, paralyzed on the ground and unwilling to move, but he didn't have the excitement and pride of killing a strong enemy, he only felt tired and hungry, and his wounds were so painful that he wanted to cry, and he was worried about his father.

...... If it weren't for the hunger and lack of strength, he would definitely have been able to kill this monster earlier! At least, it wouldn't have hurt like this?

...... According to the villagers, it was a fierce tiger that was wreaking havoc before, with a larger body and even able to speak, which could not be said to be a real demon king......

...... Daddy hasn't eaten for a long time, and he's hungry more than me, if he meets a demon king who is much more powerful than this deer, will he be able to hold on?

"Well done!"

I was still worried, and in the afterglow of the sunset, a figure, swaying, appeared on the mountain road. The blood and wounds on my father's body showed how fierce the battle had just broken out, and the huge tiger head he carried in his hand showed the final winner of this battle.

Putting down the tiger's head, my father caressed the deer corpse, and from the wound on the head, he figured out the process of this battle, and showed a relieved smile on his blind face.

"You're about to get to the top level...... Much earlier than I did......"

The father turned around and stroked his cheeks with his rough palms, his shrunken eyes were obviously unable to see anything, but he stared at himself tightly, and said with relief: "My father's talent is limited, his eyes are blind, and the way of the knife has come to an end, and my son is the hope of Situ's family...... It is my hope for the future, and my achievements in the future will definitely ...... It must also be taller than me. ”

If it was usual, in the face of his father's rare encouragement, he might have jumped up with joy, but at that time, he was hungry and dizzy, full of pain, and couldn't listen to half a sentence, and finally let go of his worries about his father's safety, and said sullenly, "Dad, I'm hungry." Or we'll have dinner here and then ......."

The corpses of monsters, not every one of them can be eaten, this demon deer will spit poisonous mist, the corpse is definitely not edible, their father and son have a bloody battle, shelter the place, and don't even collect money, these villagers should always do their duty and help provide some food......

But for this reasonable and even aggrieved request, my father hesitated, he had never faced demons, and he was not the slightest timid, but before this reasonable request, he seemed extremely embarrassed.

Finally, my father shook his head, his face full of pity and perseverance, "I've been hungry for a long time, but the people here are already so poor, how can I take their rations? ”

"But ......"

I wanted to say it again, but my father pressed his shoulder, tightened his face, and said, "Child, you remember that the value of a man is to be able to endure it when it is important...... But it's just a little more hungry. ”

“...... Dad, we have been four whole days, and the grain of rice has not been eaten. ”

He was full of resentment, looking at his father's face, but he couldn't say more, the two of them froze there, and my father wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by a shout from the village.

"Situ Daxia, are you back?"

"The youkai is dead!"

"My son, you can look at it!"

It seems that a sharp-eyed person finally found out that the battle was over, and the hero had returned, and the news came out, and the village chief rushed out with a group of villagers, and saw the corpses of the two giant demons on the ground, or praised Situ Daxia's might, or wailed and cried, paying tribute to the dead relatives, friends and family.

The village chief had to welcome his father back to the ancestral hall of the village, and say something, but his heart was still resentful, hungry and thirsty, and he became more and more impatient with meaningless verbal flattery and praise, and returned to the village alone under the pretext of resting and healing, avoiding the crowd, and walking around at will by the sunset.

...... I'm so hungry...... It hurts......

Although the life in the Badaomen is hard, at least food and clothing are not a problem, but following his father to travel abroad, it is the norm to be hungry and full, and I don't know if the taste of meat is an exaggeration in March, at this moment I am screaming in my abdomen, my whole body is in pain, my eyes are black, and I almost want to faint.

I miss the old days infinitely...... The days when my mother was still there...... Especially...... The soup she made with her own hands......

...... Where can I find something to eat......

...... I want to eat rice...... And meat...... How long has it been since I had meat......

Walking and walking, I suddenly smelled a smell, it was the aroma of roast chicken, if it was in the past, but ordinary, it was crumbling at the moment, but it seemed to have encountered some delicacies outside the sky, and I lost my mind, and I couldn't care about anything else, all the way along the fragrance, and rushed to find it.

At that time, I was only full of the smell of roast chicken, and there was nothing else, and before I knew it, I didn't hesitate to enter the door without hesitation.