My name is Li Longchen, I am an orphan, fatherless and motherless, and I have been adopted by Master since I was a child!

Don't subconsciously think that my master is a master of the world, although the master lives in seclusion in the mountains, he is indeed a person outside the world, and the master has a superb swordsmanship, and he is indeed a master. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But he is really not a master of the world, in my opinion, he is just an old drunkard who does not learn and has no skills, relies on the old and sells the old, and is an alcoholic.

Don't think I'm slandering Master, here's the evidence:

Although he lived in seclusion in the mountains, he dug a large wine cellar that could drown hundreds of buffalo at the same time, and filled it with wine!

I don't know when he started drinking too much every day, drinking every day, a lot a day, and drinking more and more every day.

I don't know if it's because the old man's body is tough, or if he has magical power over wine, after drinking it for so many years, the old man's body is getting tougher and tougher the more he drinks!

I once secretly drank the old man's wine, and I was drunk to death for three days and three nights, and I was deeply puzzled by this......

Secondly, we live in the mountains, isolated from the world, and there are many things in the outside world that we don't have, so the old man and I need to be self-reliant.

I vaguely remember when I was five years old, I sat in the shade of a tree and watched the old man with his straw hat hoeing in the field.

The sun was called a lie, although I was wearing a straw hat, but the old man was still sweating, and I was comfortably hiding in the shade of the tree, a little hot, I would take a nap, that time can be said to be the happiest time of my life!

But maybe it was because I had too many comfortable days when I was a child, and I suffered retribution!

When I was nine years old, the old man forced me to hoe the grass every day, and he himself sat in the shade of the tree, drinking wine, eating peanuts, and watching me hoe, and when it was a little hot, he would take a nap......

I don't know if it was when I was a child, the old man gave me something good, I grew up very fast and my body was very good.

Since I was nine years old, I was "tortured" by the old man, and I was stunned that there was no sickness, every time I was lazy and pretended to be dead, the old man would see through it at a glance, and then my poor little ass would be beaten by the old man's bamboo stick.

What's really weird is that every time I throw away the old man's bamboo stick that hit me, the next time he hits me, he will take out an identical bamboo stick. You must know that in the place where we live in seclusion, there is no bamboo at all!

After being beaten for so many years, I was beaten out of my feelings by that bamboo stick. When I finally burned the bamboo stick with the old man on my back, I was in tears! (Of course, it was tears of excitement, without the bamboo stick, I wouldn't have to be beaten in the future!)

But the thing that broke me down, the next time I played dead, came along!

I watched as the old man pulled out an identical bamboo stick from somewhere, and then used the stick to beat my ass hard.

Alas...... The past is unbearable!

When I reached the age of twelve, and had been hoeing grass for three years, the old man finally stopped me hoeing, and he began to teach me swordsmanship......

And now, when I think of the experience of learning swords, I can only sigh to the sky, what a happy life it is to hoe grass every day, why didn't I cherish it at the beginning?

The old man's requirements for learning swords are very high, and he doesn't know how much higher than hoeing. (Well, I'll admit, hoeing really doesn't have any requirements.) ）

It is precisely because of the high demands that I have been beaten many times! But compared to Zamabu, I am happy to be beaten a few times.

The old man said that to be a swordsman, you must first have a stable lower game, so he asked me to practice zama step.

In this regard, I despise it very much, not because I despise the old man's view of the essence of swordsmanship, but because I despise his reason to be a swordsman.

We live in the mountains, and every day we see birds and beasts, and there is not a single big living person, what kind of swordsman, to do chivalrous righteousness for those wild beasts?

And every time I mention that I don't want to be a swordsman, it's another good fight!

At that time, I had no intention of leaving the old man and leaving the mountain, but I didn't know that from the time the old man decided to teach me swordsmanship, I was destined to embark on a dangerous road, the path that the old man had walked - a swordsman.

I have been beaten by the old man for a long time, and I have been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, and I have gradually liked to practice swords. When I held the hilt of the sword, I had the pride in my heart to fight the sword.

Maybe it was this kind of arrogance that supported me, or maybe it was that every time I proposed not to practice swords, the gloomy color on the old man's face reminded me that I survived this arduous six-year sword training career!

In these six years, the first three years are spent in Zamabu, the second year is to practice swordsmanship, the second year is to practice hand-to-hand style, and the last year is to practice the swordsmanship of today's major sword schools.

It is also this first three years of standing on the horse that has given me an excellent foundation for sword training and laid a good foundation for my future development. I only discovered this after I retired and accepted a registered disciple.

But at that time, the old man had been dead for many years! The old man's good intentions made me miss him even more after he died. Although I already knew at that time that he was not my benefactor, but ......

Practicing swordsmanship is the old man's lifelong swordsmanship!

A swordsman, the sword is life! As soon as the sword comes out, there is no blood, and half of the swordsman's life is gone! This is the old man's original words, and now that I think about it, it is really incisive.

But for me at that time, drawing a sword didn't mean the life of a swordsman, it meant whether I could eat enough!

You may think it strange, what does sword drawing have to do with having a full meal? For most people, the two have nothing to do with each other, but in the old man's case, the two are exactly the same thing!

We live in the mountains and eat corn. I don't know why, but the corn that the old man brought back was so unpalatable that he couldn't eat it himself.

It was only later that I learned that this kind of corn is called king millet, which is the king of righteous millet and is the best ingredient that grows on the top of the high mountains. I grew up drinking this corn soup when I was a child, which is why I didn't drink breast milk, but my body was exceptionally good and I grew exceptionally fast.

The old man is also because he eats this kind of corn every day, his body is extremely tough, and no matter how much he drinks, his body has never felt unwell.

And if you want to eat this corn, you can only eat it with a purple cabbage leaf called Turkey tail leaf. Turkey tail leaves are sweet and exceptionally delicious, and they are also the best ingredients that grow on the top of the mountains, but in small quantities.

In order to ensure a continuous supply, the old man only cooked a little at a time, and the small amount of Turkey tail leaves was the only means for me and the old man to eat.

But the old man's sword drawing technique has been practiced to the point of being superb, and every time he takes out the chopsticks, he is so fast that I can't see the shadow of the chopsticks, and the Yunzhi leaf quickly enters his mouth.

The old man never wanted me to occupy the dishes in the bowl, that is, the Yunzhi leaves, as a swordsman, I must have the cultivation of a swordsman, in my opinion, I am not afraid that I will occupy all the Yunzhi leaves in the bowl, and he is embarrassed to grab it, so he has no to eat!

At first, I could only eat one or two pieces of a plate of Coriolus versicolor leaves, and in order to eat, I could only bite in small bites.

But after I practiced drawing the sword for half a year, I was already able to compete with the old man! In this regard, the old man always said that my qualifications were good, and he was old!

But it wasn't until I tore my face with the old man and really fought each other that I knew that he had been letting me all along!

Despite this, whenever I think that after a year of practicing sword drawing, my speed completely surpassed that of the old man, and I, who was already a sixteen-year-old young man, out of respect for the old and loving the old, sent most of the Yunzhi leaves, in the old man's seemingly moved gaze, to his bowl, I want to look up to the sky and roar!

This guy who relied on the old and sold the old knew that it would take a lot of effort to compete with me, so he simply relied on the old and sold the old and got most of the Coriolus Yunzhi leaves effortlessly.

His gaze at that time, now when he thinks about it, understands that it was completely the excitement of the success of the treacherous scheme, where was the emotion! At that time, he was still too young, and he was tricked by the old man who relied on the old man and sold the old!

and then the last year of sword practice, which made me happy and convinced of the old man!

The old man's attainments in swordsmanship are still unmatched after I retire. After I retired, I lived here, where I used to live in seclusion with the old man.

After I came back, I followed the old man's last order to drain his cellar! When I went in and looked at it, I realized that the old man had carved on the stone wall of the cellar the swordsmanship he had learned and seen all his life, which was the greatest achievement in the world!

Of course, it is not excluded that he practiced almost the same amount of practice, and felt that it was useless, so he changed it to a wine cellar in order to drink every day!

I have never seen through the old man in my life......

In addition, the old man has mastered his lifelong swordsmanship, and I have fought him tens of thousands of times in my life, but I have never won against him!

Every time I draw a sword, as soon as the starting hand comes out, he instantly knows which school of swordsmanship I want to use, and instantly understands where the loopholes in the move I am about to make a move are!

The old man once said that there is no perfect swordsmanship in the world! Any swordsmanship has loopholes, and you don't see the existence of loopholes, not that it doesn't exist, but that you don't see it!

I have always believed in the old man's words, and this has also become an important reason for me to replace the old man and become a new generation of Sword Emperors in the Megatron Rivers and Lakes!

Even after countless failures, in the last one, the last battle between me and the old man was deliberately given in by him, and that battle became the last battle with the old man that I regretted for the rest of my life......

When I had reached the age of eighteen, and had practiced the art of drawing swords, the starting hand, and the swordsmanship of the various sects, and had grown my hair, I was ordered by the old man to go out and deliver him a letter with a sword in a wooden box!

Out of the yearning for the outside world, and out of the dream of sword warriors in my heart, I agreed without even thinking about it!

Now that I think about it, I was really short-sighted at that time.

Because from the moment I stepped out of the mountain, I was caught up in a huge whirlpool called Jianghu and couldn't extricate myself!

If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't choose to step into it, because by the time I retired, I had already lost so much......

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To be continued......