Next, to briefly describe the legend of another person.

A pair of hands, as tough as a stone, wrapped in a white scarf, like a pair of cheap fists.

Exposed upper body, with a strong figure, against the martial arts hall wooden people one move after another, strong and powerful, non-stop non-stop practice, swaying hot sweat, bronzed skin burning white mist.

He practiced hard for seven hours a day, until his palms and soles were worn out.--But the master reminded him that if a man wants to bleed, he will bleed!

His name is Mu Kui.

Some conceited, wooden, and bear the name of stone toughness and stone fist, and have passed the competition of the five-year season boxing summit conference, and have become a warrior recognized by the world's knights with their fists.

"Never be happy, because the path of a warrior is either to become strong or to die!" came to mind, this is the most popular nagging words that his master often talked about during his lifetime, and it was also the only epitaph on his inscription after his death.

The hot sweat was low and he was finally tired.

In the painting on the wall, the greatest and dumbest hero of all time poses and looks at him with integrity.

That hero, Mu Ne is honest and honest, but in his lifetime, he always told his friends around him, "It is the duty of my generation of warriors to subdue demons and subdue demons." His story has been passed down to this day.

"Whew." He slumped on the ground, holding his head, looking at the empty ceiling.

-- There's nothing I want here. Live in the moment and do what you want to do.

That senior brother said this at the beginning and left without looking back.

He closed his eyes tiredly, "That fool." The master always said so about him.

Then he relaxed, slowly stood up, picked up the small blue burden on the ground, walked straight to the door, and opened the door of the martial arts hall.

Mu Kui looked back at the painting hanging on the wall. I'm sorry, master, I'm a fool too." In a gloomy tone, he turned his head to the empty and dilapidated martial arts hall. Goodbye."

Long

Syllable!

The door is closed.

It's time to start wandering.

It's a winding street with an exotic girl bouncing around.

"Sari!" a tall figure called out in a deep female voice.

The girl turned around and beckoned to the figure in a trench coat: "Sister!" and then she was a little sorry, "It's late, I'm really embarrassed."

The tall figure beside her was like an unattainable peak.

"It's fine." She said gently, "The short wait also gave me time to see this homeland." The figure in the trench coat shook his head. After many years, I didn't expect to have the opportunity to return to Middle-earth again.

Sari pouted. Then your heavens are too stingy."

The face under the hood seems to be smiling: "The god above the blue sky is the same everywhere." Her tone was melancholy, almost helpless, "Love, selfishness, and pity go hand in hand, and if the gods really exist, they must be as cruel and unforgiving as the cold winter in the Far Arctic."

"Your tone is becoming more and more like him." Sari was a little angry." Sure enough, emotions are contagious." Before she could finish her sentence, she saw his sister Xin get hit on the arm.

It's a hint.

She had heard her sister Xin say that this was a custom that only belonged to a small group of people in Middle-earth, and it was a familiar warrior (yes, a heroic warrior with high martial arts) who wanted to learn from each other.

"It's you!" The tall figure looked at the man beside him who had a little dark skin and was actually ** on top in the cold winter.

Mu Kui didn't speak, shaking his hand wrapped in a white cloth and smiled shyly.

"Why are you here?" the tall figure looked at the man who was a head shorter than himself.

The man replied, "Long time no see." He showed the back of his fist.

"yes, long time no see. The tall figure smiled, regained a vigorous flying look, and also showed the back of his big fist.

Fist crossing,

Collide.

Bang!

"Don't you have a fight?" the man who was called "Shi Ren" spoke.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to have something to do, next time." The tall figure bowed to him in apologies.

"Shi Ren" smiled bitterly, a little disappointed: "I'll wait for you, Qin Suxin, next time, have a good fight!" After speaking, he stopped greeting and left directly.

Shari didn't seem to understand, and after a while, she blew a breath of mist before asking." Is he?"

"A strong opponent" Qin Suxin looked at his hard and calm back, her face full of respect and pride. and friends!"

Back to the previous story,

The next time Bi Lan saw Liu Yicong was a few days later, he brought his bags from the inn, and did as Bi Lan told him.Accommodation here and apprentice.This rather handsome young man seems to have always had a secret that he is not a good person.She didn't dig into it, she had experienced a change, and she was not interested in it.

Yun Miao claimed that he had something important to do and wanted to leave for a few days." Rest assured, it's okay." He changed his shirt, touched his head, and smiled apologetically.

She asked him again and again, but he just smiled helplessly.

"It's great to see you again." She gave him a hug, but only touched the gloomy coldness of the other's body.

Houxi was on the side, smiling meaningfully, "It's an appointment, the three of us will go back to Nanzhen together." After speaking, he looked at Yun Miao and was overjoyed.

"Well, we'll wait for you." Bi Lan said to Yun Miao, "Have a nice trip, come back early."

Yun Miao immediately laughed: "What? seduce me? Okay~ Okay~ It's all gone, I'm a person with the same divine state of mind as a monk."

Houxi laughed." Everybody gets it."

Bi Lan was not happy and pushed him away: "Die!"

"I'm sorry, I'm the wind."

"What madness!"

He beckoned playfully, grabbed a handful of olives from Houxi's hand by the way, and left.

Bi Lan looked at his back, recalling his bravery when he was desperate to protect himself, and the emotion was deeply imprinted in her mind.

Time becomes blurred.

She served tea and delivered medicine, and felt the strange eyes of someone. She always felt that she was clumsy. Only then did she realize that the gossip among the women in the streets and alleys was as hurtful as fear.

The sky was still as usual, orange light wafting in the sky, which reminded Bilan of her lost life, the purple dreaming figure of her father and uncle, the cruel hungry ghost, everything that had passed in front of her eyes, swaying in front of her eyes, suddenly turning into dust and smoke, gradually dissipating.

It's a blessing to be alive.

She has played a variety of roles,

In the past, the suffering that belonged to others, no matter how deep, was only a pity and sigh for tragedy for Bilan.

There is always a way to go, or to walk on your own.

"Hey, Alan." Hou Xi had just finished his work and changed into a coat. Going to a restaurant?"

Bilan smiled sweetly at him, "Whatever you want."

"Tsk." Houxi was quite upset, "You make fun of me, why do I always think the atmosphere is weird."

She was nervous along the way, but nothing happened, no need to hide, she reminded herself.

Houxi drinking,

Bilan drank warm water, and just as she was about to drink, a figure stumbled into the shop, and she caught her eye.