By the time the little beggar wakes up, it is already the means of the morning sun. A sip of wine went down to his stomach, where could he stand it, and he slept all night. The little beggar squinted his eyes and got up and patted it, carrying the sword he was holding in his arms behind him. Now he has a sword, the long sword is almost dragged to the ground, there is no chic taste at all, it is better to look good behind his back. The broken sword was wrapped around the back of the little beggar with a gray and black rag strip, and judging from the hilt alone, it was still a bit pretty.

Lao Hua woke up early, and I don't know if it was a sleepless night, meditating on daily homework, since the little beggar has a memory, it has never been left behind.

"Teach me sword practice today?"

"Do you have a sword?"

Lao Hua's question, the little beggar couldn't answer. I don't think I really have a sword. The one behind it is at least not counted until the sword spirit awakens, it is not even a good thing to chop cabbage. As for the soft sword, there is a whip.

"Will you teach me how to whip today?" the little beggar asked, "Can't you give me a little name for this little whip?"

"Can't run, still learn to fly?" Lao Minghua replied to him coldly, and continued to breathe with his eyes slightly closed.

The little beggar couldn't figure it out: "Then what are you learning today?"

Lao Hua didn't respond to him, the little beggar looked at the appearance of Lao Hua, and hurriedly covered his nose, and waited until a crisp and naughty thunder passed, and Lao Hua's voice came: "Do you know how to hide from stones?"

Although these five words were short, they frightened the little beggar, and that was the abbreviation of his nightmare life in the past! In the days of stealing the treasure pocket, which day was not beaten by the old flower? Although he was able to escape a lot in the end, all the stone cubs that could fall on him were the fattest and most painful. Besides, he didn't believe that Lao Zhaohua wouldn't change his way to play him this time.

"This ...... Is there anything else to do?"

"Of course there is. ”

"What!" the little beggar's eyes lit up, as long as he didn't hide from the stones, it must be fun.

"Dodge the big rocks. ”

Hearing this, the little beggar's head immediately drooped, it's different, but I don't have to beat myself in a different way, right?

Lao Hua looked at the aggrieved look of the little beggar on the side, and pursed her lips disdainfully: "Don't fix those useless ones." Let me ask you, what is the root of breaking through the rivers and lakes. ”

"Strength. The little beggar said with a firm gaze.

"Strength, you're big. "The old flower is a palm down to his brain, and it still feels familiar. "It's the life that counts. ”

The little beggar screamed in pain, you can't blame me for not answering, right? It's not that you beat me stupid. But the little beggar didn't dare to say this, for fear that he would have to suffer again. After thinking about what Lao Hua said, I couldn't help but think it was true. It's not just that, I was beaten by the evil boar and almost lost my soul.

"It's swaying on this avenue of rivers and lakes, 'go for the plan' is right, there is nothing to do. What kind of hero is uneven and pulls out a knife to help, first of all, you are a fart hero, and then where did you get the knife. Just your poor heart, a few are not enough to play. ”

"You're not right. The sages say that heroes save beauty. The little beggar said anxiously.

"What kind of hero are you?"

"If you save beauty, you can be a hero. ”

"What if it's a thick-legged man?"

"Then, then I'll save it when I see it clearly!" said the little beggar hatefully.

Lao Hua was too lazy to listen to the little beggar anymore, "It doesn't matter if you're beautiful or not, anyway, you remember it for me, Lao Hua said, don't rely on roaring when you see unevenness, and you will make a move when you should make a move." ”

"Oh. The little beggar answered, still unconvinced.

"The lame jumping immortal knows, right? What do you rely on to walk the rivers and lakes, so that you can't chase and kill him for thousands of miles? People are smart, if they can't beat him, they can run, a talisman explodes all over the sky, and then a handful of escape talismans, who has a way to take him? Such a big man has to run, and you are a little hairy man who still fights with others. If your teeth are not good, don't be able to. ”

Although the little beggar was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to refute Lao Hua, and what he said seemed to have some truth. But other people's white-clothed young men go to the rivers and lakes, which is not the chivalrous chivalry of fluttering clothes, the good thing of the hero saving the beauty and hugging people back The little beggar also wants to experience the experience, although this dress is worse than others, but the courage is not less.

"And what if you're beaten?" said the little beggar jokingly.

"Run, whoever can beat me will kill you before you can blow your breath. Lao Hua threw an idiot look at him, "Stand aside, you can't run away from the stones today anyway." ”

The little beggar didn't recover from Lao Hua's answer, and was called away for a while. If you really want to tell him to run, the little beggar knows that he must not be able to run, and he always calls flowers his home.

The little beggar who was thinking about it didn't get startled until the first stone hit his thigh hard, and suddenly he was in a hurry. This injury has not healed yet, but the old flower is not ambiguous at all, and it is said that the more pain in the body and bones, it will be faster. But as soon as this man was injured, his speed slowed down a lot, and he returned to the days when he was constantly beaten.

"The word 'dodge' is not only that you can see the speed and trajectory of the other party, but the real core is to be able to 'see the trick' and be able to choose your own direction of dodge before the stone is issued. Lao Hua said lightly while casually flicking the stone in his hand.

This is the same as what he does, the little beggar is indeed wide-eyed, but the hand of the old flower has always bounced out of a position in front of him, how can there be anything up and down, left and right, but it seems that he himself and the stone can't get along, a strong cordial to the little stone, it is better to look at it and hide.

......

Four or five hours had passed, the sun had turned to the west, and a fire was lit again on the mountain at sunset, and the stones that kept flying seemed to have brought fire, and the little beggar was stinging with pain.

"No more. At this time, the little beggar held the trunk of the tree beside him, constantly panting, and his rags were wet all over, his face was covered with sweat, and he hit the ground with strands, dyeing the yellow earth deeper. After nearly a day's work, I only nibbled on a steamed bun in the afternoon, and drank a stomach full of water, and everyone was fluctuating.

"You're bullying me, it's not good yet!" said the little beggar with a face full of disbelief, he was also a master of dodging large swaths of stones two months ago, where could he be so unbearable.

"Okay, when you're well, we'll practice again. Lao Hua threw the stone in his hand and said.

The little beggar didn't expect him to talk so easily, and he didn't react for a while, and it took a long time before his face finally flew with excitement.

When the injury is healed, it's time to be ashamed.

In the next few days, the little beggar had a lot of nourishment, and the old flower was still like the bull who used to tell him about theft, but he no longer took the baby out to show him, and always said "practice the stone well", which blocked the little beggar and lost his temper.

The sages said that the little beggar still understood the truth of being born in sorrow and dying in peace. Don't look at the old flowers seem to give themselves great benefits, they have been taking care of him for the past few days, but the little beggar knows in his heart that this is a small life for him. So he didn't dare to slack off, while cultivating his body, he took advantage of the old Hua to practice fart kung fu, and secretly hid from the stones, and then he had to let Lao Hua boast about his first-class talent. Of course, there are no stones, but the little beggar can think about it, and it is almost the same.

Another ten days have passed, and the little beggar's injury can be considered to be healed, but he can also wait until he gets ahead and stands up to the sky.

"Ready?" Lao Hua looked at the little beggar in front of him and nodded calmly, and without talking nonsense, one after another small stones flew out of his fingertips.

The clouds are swaying, the steps are shallow, the treacherous body style is going around between the gaps in the stones, and the tiptoes are a little bit, which will drive the waist to twist, rubbing the edge and the stones, but these are not there. The wail that enveloped the foot of the mountain should not be less, but there should be no less, and there should be some interest back.

......

"Do you know why?" Lao Hua took the stone in his hand and asked lightly.

At this time, the little beggar, with his hair scattered, panting in his mouth, where is the demeanor of a hero. He knew that the stone of the old flower was not much faster, so he didn't dare to squeeze the old flower with this stubble, and thought for a long time before saying: "Kung Fu is rusty." ”

Lao Zhaohua shook his head: "The speed is faster than before." ”

"I'll just say, how could I get worse, sure enough, you always call me Huayin, and you bully me for having a bad look. The little beggar leaned against the tree and said hatefully.

"It's you're fast. ”

The little beggar just wanted to say a few more words, but was blocked back for a while, "Then I can still hang and beat you?"

"The speed is fast, but the heart is in turmoil. The tone of the old flower is still plain, and I can't hear a bit of joy and anger.

The little beggar suddenly quieted down, and looked at Lao Hua with his eyes, and Lao Hua was silent.

In the early morning, the birds in the mountains and forests are very active and chirping. The sound of the water flowing at the foot of the mountain can still be heard, and if you listen carefully, there seems to be the sound of swimming fish jumping into the water.

The little beggar looked up at the sky, and he suddenly felt a little scared in his heart, all these days. It was too dark in the mountains at night, and only the lit fire and the old flowers that drank could give him some warmth. This mountain is very high, it is the highest that the little beggar has ever seen, but the forest is big, and the little beggar doesn't know what will be in it.

In the past, he wanted to save the little beggars, and wanted to teach them to steal so that they wouldn't starve to death, but all the way over Nanxi, he found that stealing couldn't save those little beggars, and there were still many things in the world that the little beggars couldn't deal with. If you break your leg for stealing, then this life is over, and the value of existence can only be food in the mouth of a wild wolf. So he wants to cultivate, the immortals are high, the robbers and bandits dare not provoke, and he is also a good hand in fighting. He thought about this question clearly when he was lying outside Lizi Town and no one cared about it, but the later part of the road to Qiancheng strengthened his thoughts, so he couldn't cry, the book said that powerful people hide their pain in their hearts.

The idea of becoming stronger sprouted in his heart, and he grew and grew, but when he found out that he was not a peerless talent that was not mentioned in the book, his heart was cold again. But the book also said that as long as he worked a hundred times more than ordinary people, he couldn't wait to become stronger and his determination to become stronger was ignited again, but his heart was still messed up after all.

The summer sky is blue, the sun is sunny, there are not a few clouds, the sunset mountain sky is better, write all your thoughts in the sky, blown by the wind, and run away.