He didn't cry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info or, he will never admit that he cried. He was going to get out of here quickly—out of this city, out of this place where too many people knew him. He ran as if the painful wound was not on him, and it was not until he was out of the city, convinced that he had left the Gu Mansion far, far, far away, that he slowed down and realized the sound of metallic, rough breathing in his throat.

His throat was almost crushed by Maas's hand, and he couldn't breathe, and he almost couldn't breathe after running so many miles. He hurriedly helped a pile of wheat stacks nearby, and tried to adjust his breathing, but when he calmed down, he only felt that sorrow came from it, and the suppressed tears were about to overflow like this.

He suppressed and suppressed, but he still couldn't hold back, so he sat down against the wheat stack, and cried loudly like a. What is it that he is crying about? Is it the death of his father-in-law or his own uselessness, is it the unfairness of fate or the cruelty of this choice -- he can't tell the difference, but he mixes all the pain and discomfort together, and weeps this unparalleled sadness in the world.

He cried until he ran out of energy, and then he raised his hand to wipe his face. That's it. No one will be harmed by me anymore. When I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt that something strange on my wrist had rubbed on my face, and when I lifted my sleeves, I saw that it was a cyan grass ring.

He froze for a moment. When I was a child, the withered grass ring that was regarded as a talisman was also broken and discarded for more than ten years, when did I have a fresh one to wear on my hands?

was a little stunned, and a cold voice said from behind, "That one is made of thorns." ”

He was startled, and he could tell it was sharp. Because he was afraid that his face would still cry, he didn't dare to turn his head, and only listened to Ling Li sneer. "What are you pretending, you have to come out with this sword alive or dead, and you should know that I will come to you. ”

Jun Li froze, clenched the black sword in his hand, bit his lip and turned over and kowtowed: "Ling Daxia!"

Ling Li leaned away slightly, "What are you doing, I won't come to you to take the sword back, you don't need to kowtow, just hand over the things." ”

He said, holding out his hand.

But Jun Li didn't move. He didn't raise his head and knocked like this, which made Ling Li frown, and said, "What, you still don't want to?"

"It's not—it's just that Jun Li wants to beg Ling Daxia to teach me swordsmanship!"

"Hah, why?" Ling Li seemed to squint at Jun Li in disbelief. "Why does an ungrateful man who sees the wind and steer the rudder, dare to ask me to teach him swordsmanship?"

Jun Li gritted his teeth and said, "You gave me the black sword that day." ”

"I really regret it. If you hand it over now, it will save me from having to take it. ”

"If Ling Daxia doesn't agree to teach me swordsmanship, I won't get up and won't return the sword. Jun Li said in a stiff voice.

Ling Li said hesitantly: "Then you are forcing me to take it myself." ”

As he spoke, his hand was already down, reaching Jun Li's shoulder, and with just one force, he was not afraid that he would not be in pain and let go sideways.

But Jun Li stepped back suddenly, and he had already drawn his sword out of its sheath. The dark golden sword light flashed, and the sword body was already on his neck.

"If you refuse to agree, I will die. He said proudly.

Ling Li's brows furrowed deeper. "I can't believe you'll do such a scoundrel. Well, if you want to die, you can die. Instead, Ling Li withdrew his hands and folded his arms, as if to see how he wanted to die.

Jun Li's heart was cold, his eyes lowered, and he looked at the sword body. "Okay. He sneered. This time, it's a sneer from the heart. He had never made such a determination, but at this moment, he was forced by a sharp word, and suddenly felt that it was better to die than to die with his own life?

He sneered and wiped the blade of his sword against his neck. Ling Li was only acting for him at the beginning, but he really closed his eyes, and the expression on his face that seemed to be afraid and reluctant was not fake at all. Seeing that Sen Sen's sword blade was really about to cut into his skin, he had to reach out and squeeze Jun Li's hand holding the sword to prevent him from moving.

At this moment, he realized that Jun Li had used force, and he couldn't stop it easily, so he twisted his wrist again, and the sword in Jun Li's hand was slanted, but he held it in his hand, and he didn't let go, so that the blade of the sword slashed his shoulder, tearing out the blood.

Ling Li saw the undried tears on the young man's face, and felt something strange in his heart. "Why?" he asked.

Jun Li came back from the ghost gate again, and after a certain concentration, he said, "I have my own reasons, but I can't tell you." ”

"I can't even say the reason, what is the purpose of learning martial arts. Ling Li flicked his sleeves and was displeased.

Jun Li gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to kill Mas, is this reason enough! But you favor the Black Bamboo Society, if I say it, you won't be willing to teach me." ”

Ling Li was slightly moved, seeing the indescribable perseverance and seriousness on his face, he couldn't mock it. Ma is known for his ruthlessness in the Black Bamboo Society, and there are hundreds of people who want to kill him in this world, but as a result, Ma is living proudly, and those who want to move him often die miserably - this fact, Jun Li does not know, and should guess.

He now probably knew in his heart that there must be a reason why Jun Li suddenly didn't recognize his six relatives, so he said: "I advise you first, it's best to give up the idea of dealing with Maas, not to mention that he himself is not easy to deal with, there is still a black bamboo club behind him, and if you want to kill him, it's not as simple as dealing with him alone." ”

"So what. "Jun Li is authentic word for word. "If I can't kill him, I, Jun Li, will be in vain to receive the favor of my relatives and live in vain, and it is better to die cleanly. ”

Ling Li looked at him for a long time, sighed lightly, and said: "The so-called vendetta in the rivers and lakes is mostly found to be nonsense in the end, and after retribution, I can't envy the time when I got out of the past. You were originally a Taoist, and you can't even understand it. ”

"I understand. Jun Li said in a low voice. "But because I understand, I know more about what I am doing, and I know what I should do in my life. ”

Ling Li was just helpless, and said, "You put away the sword, follow me first." ”

Jun Li said happily: "Ling Daxia agreed to teach me to learn swords?"

"Well-I'm not sure yet. I'm only going to stay in the south for two or three months, and even if I want to teach you, I'm afraid I won't have much time. But you're not badly hurt, I have a place nearby, so I can let you settle down first. ”

Jun Li nodded, and was about to stand up, but as soon as his body moved, he felt that his limbs were weak for a while, and his mind was dizzy, not only did he not have the strength to get up at all, but he also fell backwards. This time he fell on his back to the sky, he only felt that his physical strength was completely dissipated, and he couldn't move at all, and couldn't help but be shocked: "Ling Daxia, I'...... I can't get up......"

Ling Li turned around and saw that his face was really very weak, and he couldn't help but be worried, and leaned over to check the injury on his head. Fang touched his forehead, only to feel that his hands were hot, and said in surprise, When did you start a fever? But when he saw Jun Li looking at him, his lips moved, and he blinked his eyes, and he even lost the strength to speak.

He turned his mind and said, this young Taoist priest's martial arts foundation is not deep, like this, there is a lot of trouble, old injuries and new pain, I am afraid that the body has long been prostrated. So he had no choice but to carry him on his back, go to a nearby farmhouse first, and make room for him to rest.