The slightest cold wind blew on Songming's face, but it drenched his whole body like a pouring rain, and plunged into his soul like a thousand blades and arrows.

Since he came to this world, he has been living like a fish in water, he thinks this is his paradise, he thinks he is the BUG of this world, until today, he is the head of the drink.

He sat straight there, thoughtful, as if he had realized, and finally reluctantly recognized this bloody reality:

"I'm not a genius......"

He drooped his head and looked for the way down the mountain, but this way down the mountain, the path was tortuous, the east and west forked roads, stretching vertically and horizontally, like a labyrinth, bamboo, green pine, black thorns, strange stones, all kinds of obstacles.

"What about playing with me?"

Seeing that it was getting late, Songming simply jumped high, jumped directly from the mountain road, smashed the bamboo is bamboo, hit the pine tree is a pine tree, anyway, all the way down the way, to die ** up, not dead turned over.

He went down the mountain in hysterical way, standing at the foot of the mountain in a blur of flesh and blood, as long as the heart or brain did not suffer a sudden irreparable damage, he could not die, for him, the ** injury was just a drizzle.

What really hurts him is his soul, his self-confidence all along, and his leisurely stroll and blistering style.

……

The sky is getting dark, the stars are looming, and the moon is shining late.

"It turns out that there is a night in Lizhou......"

Song Ming looked back at Tianzhu Mountain, and the blue light seal on the top of the peak appeared blurry, ethereal, and unreachable in the fog.

Turning around and dragging tired steps, walking on the rugged grass and stone road at the bottom of the mountain, the pain in his body was numb, and he only felt deep exhaustion.

"Whoever rebels against heaven must first follow the way of heaven...... Since God does not allow me to cultivate, then I will start as a mortal, I am afraid that I will not be able to go back to the death training ground, it is better to settle down in Lizhou first, find a job, and then slowly figure it out, become the CEO, marry Bai Fumei, and walk on the peak of life from now on......"

Thinking about it like this, I can't help but get excited, and the soles of my feet are much lighter.

At this time, the starry sky gradually began to drizzle.

The rain and sweat soaked his clothes, and the blood stains were silently condensing, which made him itchy all over his body, and the fatigue left over from the previous descent, Songming stopped at this moment, found an open place, and sat on the ground to rest.

In the distance is the bustling night of Lizhou, with soft light and cool drizzle.

Songming wiped the rain from his face and looked forward-

At the foot of Tianzhu Peak is a surrounding grassland.

The grassland is not big, but it is very deep, the grass shape is like thorns, the grass depth is higher than people, the height is uneven, it faintly gives people a sense of the jungle, during which there is occasionally a wind sweeping, and in an instant there seems to be a song beast running, and the fierce birds fly together.

Song Ming quickly understood that this was not a grassland, this was simply a grass forest!

Suddenly, the coolness hit, there seemed to be some movement in the grass, Songming looked around, and his spirit was awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, an old and loud voice suddenly sounded, as if falling from the sky, but it seemed to come from the bottom of my heart, and it sounded low in Songming's ears:

"Don't disturb people fishing, or you'll die."

Song Ming stood up suddenly:

"Who is it?"

Looking around, on a high place in the western corner of the grassy forest, a dark figure was sitting on a boulder.

His curiosity broke through the sky for a moment, and he clapped his hands, and without saying a word, ran towards the shadow, all the way through the dense grass, and despite the thorns, he came to the boulder, and sprang upwards, and climbed up the boulder.

In front of him, an old man dressed in a white robe, lying on his side on the edge of the boulder, with his chin in his left hand and a wine jug in his right hand, stepped on the hilt of the long sword under his feet, and stretched the sword out of the boulder, the tip of the sword was tied with a red rope, and the other end of the red rope was not in the grass, as if he was fishing.

The night was dark, but it couldn't hide the old man's fiery red drunkenness.

The drizzle was drizzling, but it did not wet the old man's flowing robe at all.

Song Ming clearly saw that there was a gray cloth belt around the waist of the white robe, which seemed to loom like a seal; The back is printed with seven vermilion stars, which happen to be arranged in the spoon-shaped pattern of the Big Dipper, but the star at the top of the spoon handle is different, which is drawn by dotted lines, which looks a little dull.

Although the old man's eyebrows are white, there is no kindness on his face, his long hair is flowing, and his body is wild, not so much an old man who does not know the age of the old man, but a young ronin who is a wandering wreck.

As soon as Song Ming saw this dress, he knew that he had met a master today.

According to the novels and TV of the previous life, when you meet a master, you must stick it with a dead face, according to this ideological policy, he spoke out decisively:

"Old man, be careful of catching a cold......"

Seeing that the old man didn't answer for a long time, he raised his voice again and continued to harass:

"Old man, where are you from, how old are you, and what is your name?"

"Shh......h

The old man made a silent gesture and continued to stare at the grass, the drizzle and the night intertwined, like a cloak draped over his body.

Half an hour later, an old and loud voice sounded again, as if falling from the sky, but it seemed to come from the bottom of my heart, and it sounded low in Songming's ears:

"When the sea changes, the wind has withered. I've been wandering for too long, and I don't know who I am, and I don't know what my name was. ”

Song Ming thought to himself, this uncle's brain is a little abnormal, he forgot who he is, and he forgot what his name is, isn't that equivalent to amnesia? Could it be that I have watched too many Korean dramas?

No matter so much, his eyes shifted to the old man's "fishing rod" and continued to find a topic:

"What a long sword."

I didn't want to mention this sentence but mentioned the old man's interest, I saw him grinning and said excitedly:

"Do you mean Chihahime, who's as beautiful as herself."

Song Ming was a little puzzled, and couldn't figure out the logic in the old man's words:

"This sword...... And a woman's name? ”

"Of course, that's an old wife, don't beat her idea."

“……”

Song Ming couldn't cry or laugh, and after a few words, according to his speculation, ninety percent of the old man was brain-dead, and one percent might be a master, but although one percent was few, it was not completely impossible, so he continued to talk:

"I'm not an adult...... What are you doing all the time? ”

"Fishing."

"Fishing with a sword?"

"Fish with a sword."

"What can I catch in the grass? Bugs? ”

"Fishing for dragons."

"Are there dinosaurs in this place?"

"I mean the real Dragon's Roar."

"Dragon?!"

Song Ming was shocked, is there really a dragon in this world? Could it be that this old man is really a master? With the mentality that he couldn't miss any opportunity, he suddenly showed a bright eye, clenched his fists and closed his arms, revealing his lean and angular muscles, and said confidently:

"Senior, do you think I'm the dragon you want to catch?"

"You're thinking too much, young man."

"Okay......"

Song Ming was suddenly lost, but there was no look of giving up on his face, and he squatted up with his feet forked, like the sauce explosion in the movie "Kung Fu", left and right, and threw out a few punches vigorously:

"The younger generation has a better physique than the average person since he was a child, do you think I can become a samurai?"

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Preview: Chapter 0013, One-Winged Dragon

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