Blizzard blocked the road for hundreds of miles, and if this hundred miles was compared to a painful distance, then the pain he had endured for ten years was enough to surround the earth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boy's right shoulder suddenly ached!

This intermittent pain is like the bite of hundreds of millions of fire ants on his flesh, or like an incomparably fine cutter crushing every bone into slag, I am afraid that anyone who experiences this pain for the first time will be unbearable and commit suicide.

The boy didn't hum a syllable and watched the wind and snow.

He was used to it, to endure pain that ordinary people could not bear. And he was destined not to leave this place, only the cold air accumulated in the Dome Cage Mountain for ten thousand years made him linger.

Why did such pain befall him?

Hearing that it was a sword wound, the sword was half an inch deeper, and it cut off his right arm. Coincidentally, in this half inch, it hurts the most magical meridians, as long as you exert a little force, you will be worse than dead. The waste man can completely describe him, he can't do any hard work, and even now it is not easy to live.

The flames flickering under the Dan furnace warmed his wounds, but they could not dilute the solemnity on his face.

His facial features were very upright, his eyes were large and bright, and his years of illness had made him thin and pale. It's like the snow outside the door, the kind of cold, biting chill that can freeze into the heart. His hair was draped behind him like black satin, contrasting with his skin.

He doesn't smile.

When a person becomes like this, he rarely speaks.

The old man quietly opened his eyes and looked at the figure by the window. The miracle doctor who rescued the boy said very early on, "The position of the sword in this baby is very peculiar, in order to continue his life, he must not use his strength indiscriminately, learning martial arts is suicide, and he must live in an extremely cold place to reduce his chance of getting sick." ”

The old layman once held the baby with the wound on his right shoulder and said, "If this is the case, how long will he live?"

The divine doctor said: "Twenty years at most." You don't have to beg me, I've done my best, birth, old age, sickness and death, birth and death are part of a person's life, even if he is ...... Do it yourself. ”

The old layman was silent, unconsciously so many years had passed.

The boy picked up the sword in the corner, stroked the scabbard, and drew it suddenly.

This action alone almost made him faint in pain.

The edge was only drawn a foot, and the sword was only a foot in total, not even a real one. It was a rudimentary sword, a foot less than an inch, only slightly longer than a dagger, and it had the beauty of a Venus with a broken arm.

The sword body has been dusty for ten years, and it is still cold.

The boy rubbed his finger on the edge, because it was so sharp that even if the skin was staggered and crimson blood flowed out, it didn't make him feel pain. How can a person who has been experiencing pain from time to time be moved by such a small pain and itch?

The old monk said: "Even if you polish your sword, it may not come in handy." ”

The boy stroked the sword as carefully as he caressed the most beloved woman. "If there are those who live but cannot live as they wish, are they not worse than death?"

The old monk said: "Nonsense." ”

The boy's thirst for the sword grew stronger and stronger, so much so that as soon as he grasped the sword, it was as if he had changed people.

The boy opened the door, and when the first snowflakes fell on his shoulders, he was already shaking from the pain.

The old layman shouted, "Falcon does not speak! I finally advise you not to practice swords." ”

but they have gone out.

"Hmph!" the old monk had no choice but to brush his beard and sit quietly. I heard a "squeak" and the door opened.

The wind and snow are howling.

A black dot walked alone, gradually disappearing into the vast world.

He didn't walk fast, but his steps were heavy, because he was still sick, and the muscles and bones all over his body were gurgling and almost bursting. He raised his sword and made only a slight movement, and a huge pain suddenly swept through his whole body, and he fell to his knees in the snow as if he had been electrocuted.

The wound made him spasm, he vomited blood!

But he got up again, and walked slowly forward, leaving a row of footprints of varying shades in the snow. His footprints were strange, because every few steps, he couldn't help but fall to his knees in severe pain, so there were a few drops of blood next to each mark, which were buried by the wind and snow in an instant.

Such a person is simply a person who can't get along with himself.

Because he was too haughty.

Because he still has dignity.

Knowing that the more he moves, the more painful it becomes, but he dances the sword desperately, he will not lose to normal people, how can a person as arrogant as him allow himself to have this kind of disease?

With each sword, his bones cracked, and even his internal organs were violently impacted.

"It really hurts, and since it hurts so much, I have to keep practicing. ”

His movements were even faster, and the taste that almost made people die of pain hit him again and again! But he didn't stop, he didn't want to stop! He couldn't stop! If he stopped, wouldn't he prove that he was a different person? He was a complete waste?

The crippled body is not terrible, but the crippled heart is terrible.

A set of sword road dances is over.

He practiced until his seven orifices bled and his muscles and bones were broken. He closed his eyes tightly and lay motionless in the pavilion, could it be that he was dead?

It is not a strange thing for him to die, according to the disciples of the Dome Cage Mountain, this Falcon Buyan is a superfluous person, a past revenant, he should have died a long time ago. Because of such a person, the old layman "closed his sword".

The old man had not used a sword since he had taken the baby up the mountain.

It is rumored that the old layman is superb in swordsmanship, and anyone wants to get his own inheritance, but in order to take care of the baby, the old layman even sold his own sword.

A peerless sword, sold for only four hundred and seventy taels of silver, was used to buy herbs and snake gall bladder, all in order to let that "waste man" live for a few more days, in the eyes of others, how meaningless it was.

Only the old layman himself understood that every time the sun rose, the sun hit the falcon's silent cheeks, and he was very happy when he looked at his unwavering eyes. Watching him see the sun one more time is what the old layman looks forward to the most every day, can such a person still have murderous intentions? Yes.

But it was not pure enough, and the sword could no longer exert its maximum power.

So he sold his sword to end his career as a swordsman, and on that night ten years ago, when he met the swordsman who sacrificed his life to be lonely, he had withdrawn from the rivers and lakes.

After the falcon left without saying a word, another bearded old man walked into the Dan room, he shook his head, and asked, "Is this worth it?"

The old layman said: "There is nothing worth it in the world, only right and wrong." ”

The old man said: "But it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, just like you seem to be right when you saved this baby, but if he knows his life story and can recover his old wounds one day, then he will still be under your control? Will he be willing to be trapped on the top of the Dome Mountain?"

The old monk said: "He really won't, how can you let a dragon be imprisoned in Chi Yue?"

The old man said: "I hope he passed away like this, and you can give him an explanation." ”

The old man sighed.

Even if he is as optimistic as him, he can't help but turn the pain hidden in his heart for ten years into white heating.

Twilight.

Although the snow was unchanging white, the blood gradually turned black and solidified...... Hayabusa silently snorted.