The two of them had now fallen underground, huddled in a small space supported by two huge demon bones.

Kojiro said, "You're defeated. ”

Oshima was a little distracted and replied, "I did lose." ”

Kojiro said: "We don't know how deep we are buried, let's wait for someone to come and save us, I'm afraid that if we move at will, we won't even have this hiding place." ”

Oshima was still a little distracted and replied, "Okay." ”

"Does what you just said count?"

"What did I say?"

"It's your martial arts path. ”

Oshima smiled, he really thought it was funny, he didn't know any kung fu and didn't have any internal strength, but why did everyone who had tried with him ask him this question, even the governor of the Abe family, Abe Xiaosan, came to ask him.

Kojiro asked, "What are you laughing at? Is there anything funny about what I said?"

"No, no, I just thought of something on my own. I can tell you very responsibly that I really only have one and a half superficial martial arts, and these martial arts are mediocre, and they are really not worth it in your eyes. ”

"But the power of your punch, and the number of paths of that punch, if it is really as ordinary as you say, I can't believe it anyway. ”

Oshima smiled, remembering the scene of his own boxing practice as a child.

It was an autumn day when he was seven years old, and the weather was clear and clear, and the hot sun was scorching the earth and reflecting the happy faces of the peasants who were working.

A man was working hard in the field, his face was full of smiles, and the hardships of life obviously did not bend his spine but brought him a lot of joy.

Because of the bumper harvest, this year's harvest was very good, and the man couldn't help but close his mouth happily thinking that there was still a lot of surplus grain after paying the rent to the lord, "Finally...... You don't have to go hungry for the winter. ”

The man wiped the sweat on his head with his rough and swarthy hands, opened his big mouth and leaked a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and said to a woman with a child from afar: "Nanako, thank you for your hard work." ”

The woman was wearing a shabby old dress full of patches and said with a smile: "Husband, you have worked hard. ”

Their son flew over with the food and seemed to run over, shouting happily, "Father......"

The man wiped his dusty hand on his buttocks, put his arms around the child, and kissed him on the cheek, his smile full of happiness.

Blue sky, white clouds, and endless rice fields, a couple and a child paint a beautiful picture.

The woman hurried up, and her heart warmed when she looked at her gobbling up her husband and the two baskets full of grain.

The man gulped it as if he were eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea. In fact, the man eats only a little better than the lord's livestock, because he keeps the best for his children.

The man smiled happily at the woman, who walked up to him with a handkerchief and wiped his sweat lightly.

At this moment, at the intersection of the sky and the wheat field, a team of fast horses galloped in. By the time the man saw it, he couldn't escape, and it was the most vicious bandit in the neighborhood.

The thieves came on horseback, shouting slogans, and snatched all the harvest from the field without even looking at the man.

Also snatched away was the child's mother.

The man didn't resist, he didn't even dare to scream, because he knew that if he did, the bandits would immediately cut them to the ground. Also because ...... They also have a lovely child, and the man has to live for their child.

The man took his son home in despair, and gave the child all the rations he had not eaten at noon.

The night, very long, and even longer is hunger.

The child stared at the ceiling with round eyes, and the little ration did not fill his belly. He crept up and walked to the stove and clasped the grain with his hands.

This was no longer food, and it was so hard in his mouth that he ran to the river and drank a full stomach of water before climbing back again.

The child did not cry, did not scream, he did not even ask his father where his mother had gone. Because he knows that there is really nothing he does not know in this troubled world, because he has tasted the pain of life.

A few days ago, a group of robbers also came to the village, and they not only went door to door to collect food, but also took away a big sister who usually took care of them.

Life doesn't know what it has brought to this child, maybe it's excessive precociousness, maybe it's premature numbness. He only knew that the sister had gone crazy when she came back, standing at the head of the village every day, and she died within two days.

"Will his own mother be like that sister?" he didn't know, but death was also numb to him, after all, it was much harder to live than to die in this era.

The days are longer than the nights.

The man didn't sleep all night last night, and he got up early and knocked on doors from house to house, asking for some food for the child.

The child also didn't sleep all night, and he crept up to his father's bed, and his head was wet.

In this era, every family eats and has no meal, and the man can only dig a few weeds in the ground and bring them back to satisfy his hunger.

In this way, two days passed, the man washed his face with tears every night, and he and the child lost weight twice.

On the third night, the sound of horses' hooves came to his ears, and the child pushed the door to see that his mother had returned.

She was still wearing the shabby burlap garment, but it could no longer cover her legs. The woman suddenly smiled, her eyes full of holes, and she looked straight ahead, looking at the ruins of her home.

The child happily hugged him and cried out, "Mother." ”

As if she could not see anything, the woman paid no attention to anything, mechanically pushed the child aside, suddenly screamed, and ran to the river and jumped into the water as if she were crazy.

The man sat in the corner and wept bitterly, neither welcoming her nor stopping her, and after a while the woman died. In this day and age, maybe death is a relief!!

Since then, the man has become more depressed, and he still goes out every morning to find some weeds to eat. It's just that he has become thinner, and even his eye sockets have sunken in, and he lies on the ground weakly and doesn't even bother to speak.

After a few more days, when it was time to hand over the grain, the lord sent someone to ask the man for food, but the man was now too hungry to stand up, and there was nothing to hand over at home, except for ...... His beloved son.

After being severely beaten by the lord's subordinates, the man finally sold his son to the lord, and a fresh life was only exchanged for a small amount of land rent, and in this era food was worth more than human life.

The man struggled to his feet, looked at the stove in the room and smiled. He lit a fire and burned the dilapidated house, and looked at the flames as if he saw his wife cooking by the stove.

His sunken eyes suddenly became hollow, and he let out a few miserable laughs before throwing himself into the flames.

After the child entered the lord's house, the lord gave him the lowest and most superficial work.

Not only did he have to serve the lord's feces and urine, but he also had to eat and sleep with the animals, just because he was bought by the lord with money.

In this era, no poor person can live well, he did not sink, but buried this hatred deep in his heart.

He hated this era, it was this era that made him, a child with his back to the loess, not even a complete home, he hated the lord, it was the lord who forced his father to death and made himself suffer, he hated the bandits even more, it was this gang of bandits who kidnapped his mother and stole their food, and ruined his family!

But he has to forbear, he is still a child, a weak and powerless child, how can he fight against these alone!

He buried all this at the bottom of his heart, and during the day, he was crazy and stupid, and at night, he engraved all the suffering he suffered in his heart.

In this way, the child spent the darkest two years in the lord's house. In the past two years, the child has grown a head taller and stronger a lot, but he is still a weak child, and even the yellow dog next to the lord can bark at will.

That day was his worst day.

On that day, I don't know what the lord had done, but he was beaten by the lord just because he was hungry and dizzy, and he hit a bowl where a yellow dog was eating.

And the yellow dog, the lord looked at him lying on the ground and dying, and actually let the yellow dog next to him bite him.

The dog's mouth was wide open, and the child who had no power to fight back was covered in scaly wounds and covered in blood.

Seeing that the child was about to die, the lord called his subordinates to carry the child out and throw it on the side of the road.

Maybe the sky shouldn't be gone, and the child was saved by an old man who raised horses. The old man who raised the horse saw that the child was pitiful, gave him some food every day, and by the way, kept him at home, and picked some strange medicine on the mountain to heal the child's wounds.

Those medicines don't even know what the old man himself is, as long as it's not poison, it's all for the child.

Maybe God has mercy, maybe he shouldn't die, such indiscriminate medicine not only did not cure him, but also made his injuries gradually improve, and even forged a copper skin and iron bones!

The child thinks of the faces of the bandits and the lord every day and every night, and he wants revenge, and the anger of revenge has burned his mind and invaded his bone marrow.

Finally he understood, why not learn kung fu by himself? Although he hated it, he had no way to join the teacher, which of these kung fu teachers did not charge expensive rice noodles?

He pondered and meditated for a long time, and finally made him realize a way, "Why don't you practice according to the enemy's martial arts?"

There is indeed nothing more pleasant than killing an enemy with the enemy's martial arts! So the child moved his legs and threw this ordinary punch according to the path of the thief in his mind.

He only practiced this move, because he only practiced this move. Every time he punches, he pours out the resentment in his heart, every punch vents his anger, heaven and earth feel him, and all things merge with him.

After more than ten years of summer and cold, the child only practiced this move every day, and he didn't know that he had practiced millions of punches or tens of millions of punches.

Ten years later, the anger and resentment of this ordinary punch have been able to merge with all things in heaven and earth! The child has also changed from a drooping child to a sturdy young man!

On this day, at sunset, I saw more than 30 bandits with axes and long knives in their hands, and they came from the line where heaven and earth converged.

A middle-aged man looked at the young man from afar and said: "I haven't seen it for many years, the last time I came was ten years ago, I don't know which one will suffer again, let's secretly follow and see the excitement." "Born in troubled times, it has made these low-level people insensitive.

The young man watched from afar, his eyes seemed to spew fire, he could not help but tremble, his body seemed to be burned, if the fire could reduce the pain, he would rather die in the scorching fire.

The young man gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice, "Go!"

He actually left, secretly following the bandit with the middle-aged man.

The bandits burned all the way with machetes in their hands, and violently committed violence on the spot, and the quiet and peaceful village suddenly turned into a sea of hellfire!

The young man clenched his fists, and his eyes grew even more angry, for he recognized the face, the face that had been imprinted in the depths of his soul, the face that he had not wanted to use in his hands for twelve years!

He wanted to make a move, he wanted to rush up and kill them immediately, but he held back, because he saw that the bandits were about to storm the lord's house.

He smiled, and a vicious thought spontaneously arose, "Why don't you let this group of bandits kill the lord's entire family?"

He and the middle-aged man quietly followed, and they took the same path that he had to take in the two years of humiliation, the road to the lord's bedroom!

From a distance, he saw that the leading bandit was approaching the lord step by step with a large knife, and the blood dripping from the large knife extended to the door.

The lord's family knelt on the ground timidly and kowtowed to the bandit, and the bandit laughed lewdly and pulled the lord's wife......

The young man laughed even more wickedly at the howl of pain, and at that moment, the pleasure of revenge came to his heart, and he could not tell whether it was satisfaction or emptiness. The young man only felt that his heart had been dug out, growing back little by little, and draining out little by little.

The leading thief laughed contentedly, raised his knife and cut off the woman's head with a knife, and he shook the bloody head in front of the lord, laughing even more contentedly.

The lord looked at him with dementia, his eyes full of life, and only the eyes could show that he was a living creature for a while.

Suddenly, the lord went mad, and he howled, sneered, and roared. Another stab, and he died, leaving only a long bloody streak on the wall.

At that moment, the young man's heart was empty.

The leading bandit looked back and happened to find the middle-aged man and the young man, he wiped the blood from his face, and walked over with the still warm knife and a smirk.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and before he could stand up, the knife had already slashed into his neck, and with a perfect arc and a stream of warm blood accompanied by a few fainting muffled sounds, the middle-aged man's eyes finally closed.

Sometimes, in this day and age, numbness is also a sin!

The anger in the young man's heart burned again, and his eyes were like boiling water, staring at the bandits.

This knife is so fast that you don't even have to blink your eyes. But the quicker one is the fist.

The bandit died with disbelief on his face, and he didn't even ask a single question.

At this time, the young man's heart was completely empty.

He didn't know how many punches he threw and how many knives he was slashed.

The rain poured down from the sky, but this pouring rain could not fill the hole in the heart.

He walked out of the door in a daze and walked casually. Under the torrential rain, blood flowed down his head, and he couldn't tell which was the enemy's and which was his own.

He hesitated, and a thunderbolt struck him head-on. At this moment, he is more like a demon who came out of hell!

Suddenly, he fell, on the way home, on the field. It was a scorching sun, a golden day, a couple, a child.

When he woke up again, the scene had changed. A strange canopy, a strange curtain, and a face.

That face was handsome and heroic, and the deep-locked brow was a little more majestic.

The man watched him wake up and gently pressed his shoulder and said, "Don't move, your injuries are not healed yet, this is the Abe family, I am the governor of their inner gate, Abe Junior." ”

The man's gentle words were a glimmer of light in his hollow heart, just like the old man who raised horses many years ago.

After a few months, the young man's injuries were all healed, and he asked Abe why he wanted to save him.

Abe said: "Because I want a world where poor people can afford to eat, and you need to build a world." ”

This sentence quickly filled his heart like a wild grass, because what he wanted was such a worldly way!

Since then, the Abe family has had another disciple, Oshima. From then on, Oshima's empty heart was filled with gratitude, and he still walked and waved his fists every day, but this time there was a slow gratitude in his fists, thanking Abe for his kindness.

These are the stories of Oshima, and Oshima told Kojiro all of them.

Kojiro was both distressed by the plight of the people at the bottom and resented by their numbness, as for the nobles...... He also said it was not good.

He really can't hate people like Yui and the hall owner, but like the two dead disciples of the Abe family, he can't help but want to make them blood splash.

Kojiro paused for a long time before he remembered Oshima's martial arts and asked, "According to your meaning, you have only practiced this move in the past fifteen years?"

"Exactly!"

Kojiro bowed slightly and said, "Thank you!" At this moment, Qin Yao's voice came from the ground, and she shouted continuously in a crying voice: "Childe, where are you, where are you." ”

Kojiro shouted, "I'm here, underground." ”

He shouted several times in succession, only to feel that Qin Yao's voice was getting farther and farther and smaller, and then he realized that it seemed that there were prohibitions on these demon bones blocking the sound.

Kojiro was in a hurry, and shouted a few more times one after another, and now he couldn't even hear Qin Yao's voice.

He was sweating in a hurry, but Oshima said very indifferently: "Don't worry, Lord Abe will definitely come to save me!"

After listening to Oshima's story, Kojiro had a very good impression of Abe Kozo, nodded and said, "Yes! Lord Abe will definitely come to us!"

They didn't know how long they had been waiting, but suddenly their bodies were light, their eyes were dizzy, and they didn't know when they were carried up. I saw a huge black lightning gently dragging them and slowly rising.

When he reached the ground, Abe Kozo hurriedly stepped forward and said to Kojiro: "What is wrong with Lord Takeda? ”