Chapter 43 Reflections

The year-end contest usually ends very late, and according to the old practice, the reward for the first place in the three groups of monks is distributed at noon the next day. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Knowing this, Duguying no longer delayed too much in the ring, and after stepping off the ring indifferently, he took Mengyu, Duguying, Zan Cang, and Zan Tai as quickly as he walked on the way home.

As for the crowd under the ring, there are many people who are entangled for various reasons, but Duguying is smiling, that is, he will not offend or make friends. The villain who forgets his righteousness is the most difficult to entangle, and it is also the most troublesome to get along with, which can make a person have a good reputation and a bad reputation. Now he doesn't have the ability to control these people, scheming is one aspect, and force is also another.

The home is still the same warmth, the mother's cooking is always the most delicious, the family chats, and the first place is festive, which makes the family have a lot more joy.

Mengyu, Duguying kept shouting that the eldest brother was powerful, and he said a lot of good words, and he couldn't wait for Duguying to teach them "Brute Tiger Boxing" while he was working at night.

The child's mind, advocating force, and his first contact with the mind, when he was in martial arts, his mind was average, Duguying understood it best, and he didn't refuse when he smiled.

"Mengyu, Xin'er is optimistic, this is the 'Brute Tiger Boxing' to practice boxing and strength, as long as you learn well, you can break through to the middle stage of strength in one year. ”

Dugu Ying said loudly, boxing in the shape of a tiger, people are like tigers turning over and rolling, pounce, throwing, topping, hugging, lifting, carrying, winding, all kinds of stakes are exhausted, the majesty of the tiger and the tiger, the two little guys who watched cheered vigorously.

"Big brother, the 'Brute Tiger Fist' is so powerful. ”

"Stupid, that's big brother, okay, you pig brain. ”

"I, I ......"

Stopped and breathed slowly, the two little guys quarreled in their ears again, Duguying felt helpless, the two little guys were good at everything, but they were unforgiving when they spoke, especially between each other.

"Hey, this is probably the sequelae of the mother's womb!" Duguying muttered to herself.

"Okay, you two don't quarrel anymore, Mengyu, you're a sister, you can't let Rang Xin'er. Duguying said helplessly

"It's my sister who has to point out my brother's mistakes, it doesn't matter if I say the wrong thing at home, it's a shame to say the wrong thing when I go out. Mengyu said in a tone of little adult, raising his eyebrows, I was not wrong, I said his appearance for the sake of Xin'er.

"Excuses, bullying me and bullying I'm used to bullying. Dugu Xin said aggrievedly, standing behind Dugu Ying and looking at Mengyu and daring to be angry.

"Okay, okay, you two things, you can't tell who is right and who is wrong for half a year, you can solve it yourself!" Duguying looked at the two of them, and laughed in her heart, "I'll go back first, it's getting late, you two should rest early, don't be arguing, disturb your mother's rest, I won't spare you." ”

Out of the mother's courtyard, the moon hung high in the sky, the night was still bright, and a few faint stars were dotted, vast and mysterious.

What kind of continent is this, what kind of land is the region beyond the North Continent, the sun, the moon, you can see it here, is this continent also on a planet, is it also in the solar system or the Milky Way? Far from the earth?

Is the end of martial arts, enlightenment, darkness, transformation, congenital, grandmaster, king, immortal, and immortal?

Beizhou is huge, how many family gates, how many martial arts sects, gangs, how many congenital masters, how many grandmasters, how many king-level masters in the territory of the Han Dynasty, and whether there are immortals.

The worries of the silent night, like a spider's web, grow bigger in circles, and eventually occupy the whole brain domain, confusion, doubt, one's own insignificance, the vastness of the world, the mystery, how humble a single life is.

Thoughts make people move forward, thoughts make people have infinite possibilities, a single life can also shine on a starry sky, Duguying's heart is as solid as a rock, he has another kind of self-confidence, a kind of blind self-confidence, confident that he can go further and have greater strength.

"Maybe this is just nature! I was born to be an adventurer, an adventurer who keeps taking risks for the sake of power!" Duguying said with a smile, "Such a world, the meaning of survival, strength, longevity, leisure, and the continuous evolution of life forms, maybe that's what it's like!"

The faint wind, with the cold of winter, raised his hand to push the door, the residual temperature between his fingers quickly dissipated, the frozen ice in the winter of Qianshan Ridge was half a zhang thick, cold, biting cold, the survival of the warrior was like this, seeking transformation in the pain.

The beast core, the life essence formed in the minds of beasts above the brute beast level, can also be said to be an essence of energy, which is an excellent thing, providing light in the dark and warmth in the cold.

The environment of survival of the fittest is a kind of competition and a kind of exploitation, competition survival, and utilization is of course the loser itself.

Even if the beast core of the brute beast is level 1, the energy is very sufficient, enough to provide a thirty-square-meter room with winter warmth and light. Needless to say, the value of such an item is naturally needless to say, a monk with a first-level brute beast's strength is quite strong, and a real battle requires three or four monks with a strong strength to settle it.

Everything in the courtyard is the same, the weapons on the weapon rack under the moonlight shine with sharp light, and the weapons are wiped clean, which is a habit that every monk has. Weapons, the second life of the monk, where the dignity lies, no one can ignore it.

Quietly touching, feeling the cold and sharp aura of the weapon, the erection of force, like the bond of blood and blood. Silver Gun, accompanied him to practice marksmanship, fought in Yasha Mountain, killed the master of chemical strength, and participated in the family competition.

"Strength, the strength to walk out of the Thousand Mountains, I'm still too weak, and I'm still too young. Duguying said with feeling.

For men in Beizhou, the age of fourteen is counted as adulthood for commoners, and the age of sixteen for families is counted as adulthood. The children of the poor are in charge of their families at an early age, contributing to the country, serving as soldiers on the battlefield or farming and paying for the fields. The men of the family come of age later, which is a privilege of the family, but also a kind of protection for the family, and it is also a kind of ladder of rank, which rigidly divides the family and the commoners into two classes, and the classes cannot be crossed.

"I'm still lucky, I was born into a family that has a lot of tribulations left. It takes effort, it needs to be redoubled, the family strife, the feud in the nest never ends. After muttering to himself, Dugu Ying's eyes flashed brightly, his hand shook, the spear came out casually, the air was torn, a silver dragon swam away, and the thirteen strokes of the 'ghost pistol' were vividly used, with the hazy night, as if the afterimage was with a line, constantly interspersed.