Nangong Yue shook the lunch box that he had been holding in his hand in front of his eyes.

"Thank you, Master." Nangong Ling wiped her pantothenic eyes with joy, forcing herself not to shed tears.

On this vast rainy night when the rain was pouring down, only Master was worried about whether he was still hungry.

In an instant, all the grievances, depression, unwillingness and guilt came up together, the master was still the master, but he had failed her.

Nangong Yue saw that Nangong Ling's tears finally couldn't be suppressed, and she whimpered in pain, she couldn't bear it, regardless of the clothes that were already soaked and covered with dust, she gently put down the lunch box in her hand, and opened her arms to hold it in her arms.

"Master~" Nangong Ling cried like a child.

In front of outsiders, Nangong Ling, who has a high status, actually has a tragic past that is not known to outsiders.

His parents used to be high-ranking members of the family, and when they went out with the previous head of the family, they were suddenly attacked by a large group of demon cult members.

In order to cover the evacuation of the head of the family, the two took the initiative to stay, and fought desperately with the demon sect disciples, and finally died unfortunately.

When the disciples who rushed to the rescue found the bodies of the two, their hands were still tightly holding each other.

It was also from that time that their four-year-old child became an orphan.

Although he inherited his parents' family property and status, he was supported by the family.

But after all, he still lost the care of his parents, and this incident dealt a big blow to Nangong Ling's childhood.

Without the care of his parents, Nangong Ling's temperament gradually became extreme and irritable, and since the age of four, the most he did was to go to the training ground of the family's disciples to practice swords, and watch his disciples practice swords.

Although he couldn't even hold a sword at that time, the seeds of revenge had been planted in his immature heart.

He vowed to practice the Nangong swordsmanship, and in the future, he would personally kill all the Demon Sect members to avenge his parents' revenge.

Many people in the family looked at him pitiful and took turns to take care of him, and Nangong Ling could be regarded as growing up from a hundred family meals.

This experience of not having a fixed place has developed his humble and sensitive character, and when he is expected by others, he can only keep spurring himself and carrying all the pressure on his shoulders, because he doesn't want to disappoint anyone, and he doesn't want to lose anyone again.

However, the endless pressure and the belief that he could not lose became a burden to him, and eventually distorted his kendo and led him astray.

When Nangong Ling was six years old, he began to practice swords with the children of his family of the same age, and began to show his talent far beyond ordinary people, and his training performance also improved by leaps and bounds.

The most outrageous thing is that his talent is not only the best among his peers, but also the hardest-working, which can be said to have carried out the involution to the extreme.

Every time he trains, he is always the first to arrive at the training ground, the last to leave, and after the instructor assigns the task, he is always training, staying on the training ground every day, and not going there.

Never making friends, never playing, for him, swordsmanship is everything.

When he was eight years old, he was favored by Nangong Yue and accepted as an apprentice, and his kendo level improved by leaps and bounds.

While his identity became more prominent, he was gradually named a genius in the family, swept all the younger generations, and became a real elder brother.

After so many years of getting along day and night, Nangong Yue naturally understands his suffering, but this does not mean that what he has done today can be unconditionally forgiven.

The reason why Nangong Yue punched and kicked him just now was also to hope that he could really wake up, and some hatred may never be able to let go.

But some expectations that should not be carried and the pressure of being a senior brother should have been abandoned a long time ago.

If Nangong Ling resented her because of this, it would be a good thing.

Rather than hating the strong who defeated him, so he was jealous of the strong, hating the injustice of the world, being pessimistic and misanthropic, and hating her as a master, at least he could have a different view of the world.

Failure is not terrible, the fear of failure is not terrible, the resistance to failure is tried to cover up, and the willingness to fail is more terrible than the failure itself.

If after this incident, Nangong Ling can really let go of those pressures, and practice swords no longer only pursues winning or losing, but pays more attention to things other than swordsmanship, then this trip to Jiangnan City is worth it.

The two diamonds polish each other, and when the edges and impurities are polished away, the future is bright.

"If you want to cry, cry out, some things can't be held in your heart all the time and vented out, I hope you can really change your ways, don't be blinded by hatred and wins and losses all the time." Nangong Yue changed her stern image just now, and said in a gentle tone.

"Master" Nangong Ling choked up while hugging Nangong Yue, unable to say anything.

A few minutes later, Nangong Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, let go of Nangong Yue and said, "I understand Master's good intentions, I will not be like a child who doesn't grow up in the future, because Master is jealous."

I will definitely train Nangong swordsmanship well in the future to protect my master, and I hope to be able to meet more strong people in the future and enjoy the process of competition, instead of just pursuing results. ”

"My Xiao Ling has grown up," Nangong Yue reached out and touched Nangong Ling's hair, "Knowing mistakes can improve a lot, I hope you can rediscover your motivation to learn kendo, kendo is never a hero by winning or losing, knowing this, you have already grown."

Of course, your review still has to be handed in as usual, and at the same time, you must apologize to Gu Shun well, if your junior brother does not forgive you, your sword will not be required. ”

"I see, Master. There's one thing I've never figured out. Why is my junior brother's swordsmanship so powerful, I used the state of human sword integration, and I used so many sword moves, but I was not his opponent. ”

"This is talent, don't look at your junior brother's young age, but his ability to control the swordsmanship he has learned and his sensitivity to actual combat are far beyond ordinary people.

Everyone's talents are high and low, and the world has been unfair from the beginning. There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, which is why everyone has to go out to see the world.

Maybe in this huge river and lake, there are still geniuses who are even more powerful than your junior brother. Some things can't be made up by hard work, but if you don't work hard, the gap will only get bigger and bigger, so you can train hard in the future and try to beat him one day. ”

"I understand that I will ...... in the future." Before he finished speaking, Nangong Ling's vision began to blur, and his body staggered.

Nangong Yue's eyes were quick, and she held it up, "Okay, let's go into the house and eat some food first, and after eating, go back to the inn to change out of the wet clothes, if you continue like this, you will catch a cold." ”

"It's okay, I can do it by myself, I don't have to trouble Master to help me."

Nangong Ling said, pushed Nangong Yue's hand away, and signaled that he could go by himself.

It's just that he just took two steps forward with his legs, and then he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and he fainted unconsciously.

Seeing this, Nangong Yue hurriedly threw away the umbrella in his hand and stepped forward to pick him up from the ground.

"Xiao Ling, Nangong Ling." She called twice, but he didn't respond at all.

Nangong Yue could feel that Nangong Ling's body was hot through her clothes, she hurriedly touched his forehead with her hand, and sure enough, he had a fever, and it burned very badly.

"Wait, I'll take you to see Langzhong." Nangong Yue put Nangong Ling's hand on her shoulder, quickly picked it up, and ran towards the Gu Mansion's medical hall.

On the way, Nangong Ling's consciousness was still groggy, but his mouth kept shouting in a very small voice, over and over again: Master, I'm sorry.

This is what Nangong Ling has always been difficult to forget even if he is unconscious, and it is also what he wants to say to Nangong Ling the most.

The clinic is manned every night, so it's always open.

It didn't take long for Nangong Yue to carry him into the medical hall.