The next day, early in the morning.

Bamboo Forest Annex, in the small Zheng Ming wing.

He sat at the head of the bed in a daze, as if in a trance, and saw that his hands were wrapped with gauze, and there was still blood stained on them.

In just one night, the liveliness in his nature was gone, and the word silence was a true portrayal of him at this time.

He has never had a playmate who knows his heart and understands his intentions like Xiao Hei. He understood, he never saw it as a pet, but as a friend, a confidant.

Only now—

He pursed his lips and looked into his hand, but it was empty, and even if he felt sorry in his heart, it was useless.

At a young age, how can you regret it......

Not long after, when he was deeply in a chaotic state of mind, a light footstep suddenly came, and then Zheng Zong was seen walking from outside the door.

However, Zheng Zong only stopped at the door, looked at him deeply, and did not say much.

He did not move, and he seemed to have lost all insight in a very abnormal way, or perhaps, he knew but was speechless, unspeakable, and uninsightful.

Perhaps, this is just an emotional distancing.

Seeing this, Zheng Zong was silent, but after a deep look, he turned around and walked: "Come with me." ”

Zheng Mingmo didn't move until a long time, and he looked at his father's place for a long time before he got up and followed out.

Outside the pavilion, the breeze is to the south, connecting with the old willows.

Zheng Zong stood here for a long time before waiting for Zheng Ming. But Zheng Ming did not come to his side and stand side by side with him, but chose to stand behind him, not far from him.

Seeing that he was holding his hands and seemed to be closing his eyes, Zheng Ming also lowered his eyes silently, and turned his eyes to look at the old willow, the loess grave, which made his eyes moisten with pain.

"My father won't teach you anything......" At this time, Zheng Zong said a little suddenly.

Hearing this, Zheng Mingmo turned his eyes and looked at it.

"The future is up to you to see for yourself. The road, you have to choose the ...... yourself" Zheng Zong put his hands behind his back, and did not see him look back, but only listened to his slow and deep voice: "No matter what chance or causal cycle you have, and where you can go—it is your fateful choice......"

"Nothing about me...... It has nothing to do with any ......" in his heart, which made Zheng Ming feel tight in his heart for no reason. He didn't know exactly what it was like, but he felt like something was being lost.

At this time, Zheng Zong suddenly opened his eyes and said softly: "Be optimistic." ”

Hearing Zheng Zong's order, Zheng Ming also turned his eyes.

And I saw that he spread out his right hand, slowly lucked to his chest, and gradually raised his palm, and the shape of his palm was scattered.

After a breath of precipitation, he saw that the light in his eyes was vibrating, and his right palm had already struck forward!

Bang ——!

The old willow was far away, but it was hit, but this sound was far from hitting the solid wood, but more like hitting the hollow rotten wood, which looked dull and light.

Phew——!

The whistling sound, dull and strong, turned out to be a violent energy that arose from Zheng Zong's right arm, and turned into a violent wind current that blew past the old willow in front of him.

This wind flow is extremely strong, and it is only released against the old willow, and the wind pressure that suddenly formed has blown the old willow straight back and bent his waist!

Not only that, when the strong wind struck, there was a palm print that was slowly etched out by the wind on the trunk of the tree!

Boom!

Then, the wind also dispersed, and the trunk of the tree was straight, with only a slight aftershock and bounce remnant rhyme, which made people unable to recover for a while, and only immersed in this passing cloud.

Zheng Ming's eyes were full of shock, and he looked at the palm print in disbelief, and his heart was also shocked.

At this time, Zheng Zong also withdrew his palm with a sharp look in his eyes.

After that, he put his right hand in front of him, and his eyes gradually drooped and said, "This is not the Dao method, it is only the martial arts. ”

Speaking of this, Zheng Zong paused, looked sideways at where Zheng Ming was, and said, "If you understand, you can leave." ”

Hearing this, Zheng Ming was silent, and slowly lowered his eyes, speechless for a while.

Seeing this, Zheng Zong didn't say much, only took a deep look, and then turned around and left here.

As his father walked past him, he pursed his mouth and clenched his fists, but after all, he didn't say anything more. Until Zheng Zong left, he didn't raise his head, just stood there with his hands clasped for a long time.

Whew-

When the wind came, he gently picked up his hanging hair and shook a few thoughts.

At the right time, he raised his head suddenly, and glared angrily at the palm print that was deeply burned on the trunk of the tree, and when the nameless fire shook in his chest, he gritted the crown of his teeth, and suddenly attacked, and a palm imprint on the deep palm print!

After that, for three years, he cultivated alone.

Whoa, whoa!

There was a sound of Xiaoxiao, and I saw him dancing his sword under the willow...... The sword, sandalwood, was carved and cast for Zheng Zong.

The leaves are falling, and the snow is still returning in the four seasons. The more brilliant the sword skills, the colder the blade, until the fixed point strikes.

"Those who respect are often fearful, and they gather ...... by heaven"

"Re-start ...... of separation"

At the beginning of the third year, there was a poem that accompanied his heart, Lang Lang group of children, and recited - "Poetry Heart Fu".

Every time I go to the college, I go as carefully as before......

The sons discussed with each other, although they were far away from it. Laughter and laughter, too much, to the pity of the wise.

"Self-discipline and self-discipline are not in line with the defilement, whether you will lose your ......"

"Mirror, God, Cultivation, and Thoughts are Lost in Zongyuan......"

It can be expected, even if the initial is clumsy. Every time I collapsed, I sweated profusely even in the cold winter, lying in the snow and gasping.

"Ming Xianling, respect the soul and the soul becomes a ......"

On the bank of the old willow river, every thought is depressed, and cross-legged, closing his eyes and returning to his heart, only waiting for the wisher to take the bait to return.

"Holding the bright platform and helping the world, casting the heart with benevolence is the holy ...... of the soul"

Forest cave hunting shallow, willing to take the lead, dare to try their skills, and not too much performance. The hunting team has gained a lot of results, and it has also attracted praise from the old and young in the village.

"Blessed by extinction, Zhichong meets the Holy Spirit ......"

People come and go, bustling, when there is another birth season, it will also be parting.

"Weaving good fortune, looking for good foundations, and sharpening the five worlds in the ......"

"When you meet, don't punish others......"

Zihan was born this winter. He went with his father to congratulate him, but he only said a few words, and behaved quietly and very reservedly. When he returns, he begins a new round of practice......

This year, the town's security chief also brought the guards to the village to teach the children self-defense skills, but they were defeated by him and Li Sheng. When the hall laughed, I saw Cheng Wei and others laughing from outside the village......

"Read what the heaven and earth seek, melt the nine thoughts of the different world, and ask the geometry ...... the sky without worry"

The more chaotic the wind, the more intense the rain. Its sword momentum is successful, and it has reached the sword qi to cut the snow string leaves, and if the arm commands, it can be inscribed in the snow and poetry on the water surface.

"Build goodness, beauty and benevolence in one heart, be good at accommodating outsiders and visions, and return to the true meaning ......"

The palms are also similar. The palm print of his cultivation is located to the right of the palm print left by his father, and the expansion of each layer symbolizes both his growth and his achievements.

"Turning into a whole, Jiuhai Yuanliang begins with his body......"

In the past three years, it has been uneventful, and the clouds in the village are as before: the academy, the field stream, play, hunting, the yard, laundry and cooking, and the bitter and sweet......

"Only by entering the three tribulations and three tribulations can we lead ...... with evidence"

What his father gave him was silent companionship. He was always there, either striking iron, drinking, drinking, or carving wood......

"Guarding the heart and nirvana, to the great spiritual and holy realm......"

Sometimes, as he used to, sit with his father, or watch him go about his work, or talk with him, and whenever he has fun, the two of them also talk happily, but rarely.

"Receiving Providence, Breaking Karma ......"

What his partner gave him was a beautiful childhood. They haven't changed at all, everyone's personality is still the same as before...... It's just that he has changed...... They have become more reticent and more focused.

"You can find the source of the road. ”

The village is still the same, but there is one less person who teases Li Gao. And the old man who often told stories to children also ushered in his centennial on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival the following year......

At this point, there is one more person in the cemetery.

When the darkness ran out of time and drew people's eyes away from the cemetery, it was the winter of the third year......

Outside the gazebo, next to the old willows.

The branches on the snow are full of frost and silver, and the corner of the willow pavilion is changing into new clothes.

Boom, boom, boom......

The sword walks the dragon, full of energy, and the winter clothes are thick, but he can't wrap his cloud-like sword skills.

The sword is soft but not weak, the step is steady on the earth, and the momentum is flowing with clouds and water.

At the end, stepping on the snow and flying flowers, slashing away one by one, people are like goshawks enclaves, and the snowflakes in front of them have been divided into two petals.

Seeing this, he smiled, took his sword and got up, and brought those petals with him. I saw that according to the luck of his right hand, he carried it on his chest like a drain, and held it on the palm of his hand.

Sou!

Before the petals could gather together in his palm, he swung his hand behind him and threw them all at the willow's torso.

Wow!

The snowflakes were thin, but at this moment, they turned into darts, shooting hard one by one on the periphery of the layers of palm prints on the willow tree, as if turning into a fence.

This palm print is the result of Zheng Ming in the past three years. It is deeper than the layer, and one seal is heavier than the other, which can be described as layered and somewhat uneven.

Looking at his palm print, Zheng Ming's face gradually lost his smile.

On the trunk of the tree, there are two palm prints, one large and one small. The eldest is left by his father, and the erosion of several years is still profound. The small one is still small and looks chaotic.

He carried the sword behind his left hand, and when his mind was changing in thought, he slowly lowered his eyes to look at his right hand.

No damage, no cocoon, not like the palm of a person who has been practicing sword and martial arts for a long time. However, it is also wider than before, and the texture of the palm is clearer and deeper, and it feels more powerful.

At this moment, he clenched his fist lightly from his heart, and a strong sense of strength came spontaneously, and his heart moved, and then he turned his eyes to look at the palm print he had left on the tree.

When he looked, his palm prints seemed to be watching him as well, waiting for his final blow. But he didn't answer, but when he was silent, he looked sideways at another palm print next to it.

This palm print seems to be forever and will not change, it exists quietly, let the wind and snow baptize, rain storms, and has never had any deformation, as if disdain to be in harmony with the world, and do not want to change itself.

He looked at it, his eyes didn't flicker, and there were thousands of touches and hesitations in his heart, but in the end, he finally chose to let go after several clenched fists and claws.

"Sigh ......" is broken, then the heart is calm, and if the heart is quiet, there is no other.

He smiled, then turned and left.

"Daddy, it's the New Year......" He walked to the door with his sword in his hand, his voice warm and smiling, warm in his heart like a spring breeze.