CHAPTER XXVII

I can't lose to those two guys, it's a matter of will, not of talent. I'm the strongest, I'm the strongest!

Looking at the two who were far ahead, Burning Heaven did not hesitate to expend more physical strength to speed up his pace, tightening the distance between them little by little.

He is unwilling, he is really unwilling!

When Lin Yege could still cultivate, he was overwhelmed by the three swords. Listening to his father's sighs every night, he hated himself very much, hating why he was not the strongest.

Why did they seem to be able to achieve such an achievement without having to work hard, but his hard work every day and night of cultivation was used by them as a stepping stone!

From then on, he vowed to surpass everyone and do whatever it takes.

He wants to win and prove that he is no worse than others!

"I'm not a substitute, I'm not a substitute. A flash of madness flashed in Burning Sky's eyes.

In fact, up to now, Lin Yege and the others have been sweating and raining.

As much as others are coerced, they bear even more. Every step is a heavy step on the unyielding road, and it is not like the previous conversation and laughter.

But that wasn't enough to get them to just give up. Lin Yege is unyielding to support him to go on, but what is the red hair going on?

"Lin Yege, do you know? ”

This time it was his turn to be surprised, he had nothing to envy.

He doesn't even know if he has a life to live, but you have a bloody sword with a promising future to envy me.

The redhead didn't explain, just raised his head to look at the upper echelons of the Fourth Courtyard in mid-air. He was looking at a person, someone he had feared since he was a child.

"Everyone only sees the weakness of your sword when you abandon your sword, but what I see is freedom, the freedom to choose your own destiny. Ever since I was a child, I have been expected by everyone in the college, and everyone has told me to take on the responsibility of carrying forward the water mirror college. ”

At this, a wry smile appeared on the redhead's face.

He doesn't like to laugh because laughter is not allowed for him

"Teacher, teacher. You see this flower is so beautiful, much more beautiful than the broken sword. ”

A toddler holding a roadside wildflower ran barefoot to a middle-aged man who had passed by, his big watery eyes full of longing to be praised.

"Nonsense, as the future of the Water Mirror Academy, how can you be so playful. Go and practice your sword, if you don't practice well, don't eat tonight. ”

The middle-aged man criticized with a serious face, turned around and left, leaving only a majestic and majestic back for the little doll.

The little doll thought that the old man was joking and teasing him, so she ignored it and continued to run and play.

But that night, no matter how much he cried. No one in the entire academy was willing to give him a steamed bun, not because they were ruthless, but because they didn't dare!

The little doll kept crying, and tears had already wet the placket of his clothes. He didn't understand why the old man was so ruthless, he was just telling the truth.

He doesn't like boring sword practice, likes to watch wildflowers on the roadside, likes the little bees that collect nectar on the flowers, and likes butterflies flying in the air!

He was hungry, wanted to eat, wanted to sleep.

So he wept, and wept so loudly that his throat was hoarse. He hoped that the middle-aged man would give him a full meal and let him sleep well.

But gradually, he found that no matter how much he cried, the middle-aged man did not appear. Looking at the heavy iron sword beside him, he never hated it more than he did now.

As the night grew deeper, hunger came at him. He barely picked up the iron sword with his immature little hands, and swung it in the air one after another.

Every sword carries tears, every sword carries incomprehension, and every sword carries grievances.

I don't know how many swords he wielded, he finally had something to eat, and swept away the tasteless steamed buns on the table like a whirlwind.

Just as he was about to go to bed, he heard the middle-aged man's dissatisfied reproach, scolding him for why he was so ignorant, why he was so unmotivated, and why he couldn't let his father worry.

He listened to the middle-aged man talk about his regrets, and recounted that he was unable to break through to a higher cultivation realm because he was young and ignorant.

His dream is to make the Water Mirror Academy flourish, and now he can't fulfill this wish, he hopes that the little doll can help him fulfill this wish.

Because he has better talents than the middle-aged man himself, and has better resources than the middle-aged man when he was younger.

So he had to take on that responsibility just because he was the son of a middle-aged man.

From that day on, he threw away the flowers in his hand, put on the shoes by the bedside, and picked up the sword by the river.

He is no longer the little doll who can watch butterflies among the flowers as he pleases, and he is no longer the little doll who can play with other peers.

It's just a monster who behaves strangely in the eyes of his peers, a demon with amazing talent in the eyes of outsiders, and the good student in the center of the old man's eyes who can carry forward the Water Mirror Academy.

It's such a helpless, sad story. was said by the redhead in an extremely flat tone.

Lin Yege was speechless, from the first day he saw the red hair, he felt that although the murderous aura on his body was thick, it was very mixed.

He has always wondered why a person with such a murderous aura is so murderous and impure.

Now that he understood, the redhead didn't really want to kill people and practice swords at all, he just did what his father wanted.

"Don't look at me with sympathy, I'm not used to it. This time, the task given to me by his old man is number one, you have to be careful. ”

The redhead nudged his shoulder and looked at him with disgust.

looked at the face that was still a little too bewitching, but he felt that this was the real red hair, the real wind and stream!

He punched the redhead back and laughed out loud regardless of the image.

The redhead was also laughing, laughing so hard that tears were about to fall out.

The middle-aged man who was wearing a dark cyan robe in mid-air and was not angry looked at the red hair who was laughing wildly at this time with a displeased expression, and his two sword eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily.

However, the red hair didn't look at his disapproving gaze, and still laughed with Lin Yege as he walked.

Laugh presumptuously, laugh wildly!

Father, I won't be your shadow again this time. I want to be myself again!