There is no love without a reason in this world, and there is no hate without a reason.

But it's often the love-hate feeling that is the most distressing.

Shaolin martial arts, although I am not optimistic or even disdainful, but in the final analysis, it still has some roots with me.

Before I became a killer, the first master to teach me "martial arts" was also Shaolin Lushu, although I was too young to know at all.

He taught me the "Invincible Divine Fist" used for self-defense, and later I learned that it was the most superficial Shaolin Xiaohong Fist.

He taught me the 36 "Shenwei Dog Stick Method", and later I learned that it was actually a Shaolin Qi Mei stick that was specially practiced.

There is also the "sword" I learned from him, called the "Thunder Overlord Sword", and later I learned that it was the Shaolin Dharma Sword that I had not learned.

Even the sword used for practice was actually fake, remade from a rusty piece of iron.

But the things he taught were my earliest understanding of martial arts in the world. A seed of fanaticism was sown in his young heart, and it took deep roots.

This master of mine taught me Shaolin Kung Fu, but he always regarded himself as a flower child, and until he died, he never said that he might be a Shaolin disciple. At that time, I didn't notice anything wrong, and it wasn't until I entered the Butterfly Valley that I gradually understood all the reasons.

He was a beggar in the truest sense of the word, so poor that he didn't have a meal to eat, and he wore tattered "clothes" that could not cover his body, and his whole body was dirty and smelly, and he could attract flies all the way in the summer. But he was not a disciple of the beggars.

I still don't know if he has a name or not, and I've always called him "Stinky Master" from beginning to end. Because he's dirty, smelly, and lazy. Even if I brought him water and a towel to wash, he wouldn't bother to do so.

He always said to me: "Little ghost, bring me food at home, Master is hungry! Give me delicious food, I will teach you great martial arts! Don't keep telling me to wash, wash off the 'forehead' (dirt) on my body, and I will be thinner!"

I've been calling this "stinky master" for seven years. From the time I was very young, when I met him unexpectedly when I was five years old, until I was twelve years old, I learned all the "martial arts" he handed me over, and then I watched him die in the field by the roadside.

The day I met him, he had just been pushed out of my yard by his mother. The mother kept shouting and scolding at his stumbling back: "Are you so lazy when you are young? You know how to ask for food! Don't say find some work to do! Sooner or later, you will starve to death!"

At that time, I only knew that he was a lazy "stinky eater", too lazy to work to support himself, without any ability, only begging for food.

Until that day, when I was passing by the entrance of the village on the way home, the young master of the landlord's family led a few idle boys to bully me, not only knocking over the soy sauce bottle and a bag of salt in my hand, but also asking me to play with them.

He wanted to pretend to be a "head catcher", and I was asked to pretend to be a "thief" caught by them, and asked his men to use a knife made of wood to perform beheading with me.

Of course I was cut off, and of course I didn't want to. But what can I do! I resisted to no avail, and they beat me so that my nose and face were swollen, and they also released a big black dog to let the dog bite me, so frightened that I ran all the way in a panic, and the dog barked and chased after me fiercely.

When I passed by the cow dung haystack at the head of the village, the dog was about to bite me, and just as it roared "Wang!" and jumped up to pounce on my back, suddenly a stick swept into the air, and "pop!" knocked the black dog to the ground.

When the dog landed, he howled a few times, and followed the trail to see the stinky beggar sitting by the dung heap and among the hay.

The black dog was originally menacing, "Wang!" barked twice, a pair of fierce eyes revealed a vicious light, and wanted to pounce on the beggar again, but I didn't want to, at this time, an eye-opening scene appeared.

I saw the stinky beggar with a smile on his face, and his eyes showed unconcealable joy, which was happier than a dog seeing a bone. The black dog was fierce at him, but he was like seeing a relative.

He licked his chapped lips, looked at the black dog and said, "Oh, baby, come here! I haven't eaten dog meat for a long time!"

Then, at a speed I couldn't imagine, he suddenly pulled an iron fork out of the haystack, and "whoosh!" stabbed the black dog in the neck with precision, and just like that, in front of us children, he stabbed the black dog to death!

At that time, when I was young, of course, I didn't know that he was actually very hungry, and when I saw this dog, I actually saw food. Moreover, it is still meaty! He can have a good meal and a hearty meal.

At that time, I thought that he was a peerless master, and people said that he was a legendary "martial arts master". Because he was able to kill a fat and strong black dog with a blow so neatly and without dragging the mud and water.

What a martial art!

That's awesome!

It was his first month in my village.

Killed the landlord's dog, frightened his little master, of course, people are unwilling to give up. So, that night, the landlord took some of his family to the dilapidated earth temple behind the threshing floor where he temporarily "lived" and beat him.

At that time, he was setting up a fire, Meimei was eating dog meat, and he was clumsy when he started with people, so he suffered a lot.

However, unexpectedly, he was a beggar to face the landlord and five sturdy families, and he actually won!

Although he himself was badly wounded, covered in blood and the bones in his arms were exposed, he had all fallen to the ground and could not get up.

Haha! Awesome, awesome!

In this battle, the stinky food was famous in my village.

He choked the landlord and at the same time completely frightened. Don't dare to trouble him in the future. Whenever he passed by, he kept the door closed.

At that time, in my eyes, he was almost a hero and a real hero!

So later, when he came to my house from a neighboring village for the second time to ask for food, I felt that he had saved me from the mouth of the black dog and taught the bad people a hard lesson, so I gave him all the leftovers at home, all the steamed buns in the cage drawer, and a hemp candy that my mother had saved for me! I even took out all the eggs in the chicken coop.

Not just thanks, I want to worship him as a teacher and ask him to teach me "martial arts".

"Hehe, little ghost, I see that your bones are strange, and you look innocent, learning martial arts should be good. But you have to get me food often, otherwise Master, my old man will be hungry and have no strength, and I won't be able to teach you skills. ”

"Yes, Master, I understand!"

This was a conversation he had with me a lot at that time.

Although, after his mother and father found out, they scolded him, humiliated him, and found him all kinds of troubles.

His life was hungry and cold, but his health was not bad, and his life was quite hard, so he lived in the difficult years until the end.

He died of poisoning.

I don't know who killed a thousand knives and gave him poisonous food.

By the time I found him, he was dark-faced, trembling, and dying.

"Little, little, little ghost......! Practice! When you learn your skills well and grow up...... No one will dare, dare to bully you!"

This was the last thing the stinky beggar said to me.

That year, I was twelve. Master's pawn.

I lost my mother when I was eleven. A year later, he also left me.

......

Woooooooo

I never thought that one day, I'd miss you so much.

You've only taught me some rough three-legged cat kung fu.

One of the things I regret the most now is that when I was eight years old, my mother stewed a pot of pork ribs, and the whole family hid in the house to eat it......

If there is an afterlife, even if I am beaten to death by my father, I will rush out of the house and watch you have a good meal!