As soon as Ma Lin came out of the house, he was stunned by what he saw. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nama Benfeng was squatting beside the wooden basin, holding the fish he had just cut with the palm of his hand and eating it.

"It turned out that he was hungry. Ma Lin thought to himself. He looked at Ma Benfeng eating raw fish, and felt that this person was a little pitiful, so he stepped forward, squatted beside Ma Benfeng and said, "Don't eat raw, I'll make a fire for you, and eat the fish after it's cooked." ”

Ma Benfeng ignored him, just humming and chirping and eating raw fish.

Ma Lin sighed, and went to the clothes he had taken off to look for flints, fire sickles, and other things - fortunately, these fire-making things were tightly wrapped in oiled paper and were not soaked by the seawater, otherwise Ma Lin would probably have to eat raw fish like Ma Benfeng.

The island was damp, and it was not easy to find some dry firewood, and by the time Ma Lin picked up enough dry firewood, Ma Benfeng had already eaten enough and hid in the wooden house. When Ma Lin saw that there were still a few pieces of fish left in the wooden basin, he skewered the fish pieces with a branch, made a fire and roasted them himself.

Ma Benfeng smelled the smell of grilled fish and came out of the house. But when he saw the burning fire, he shrank back into the room with a cry. When Ma Lin saw his appearance, he knew that he was afraid of fire, so he believed a little more in what he said about Wang Guanru and Wu Renyi burning Wujiazhuang.

When the fish was almost roasted, Ma Lin came to the house with a fish skewer and said to Ma Benfeng: "Eat a piece, how long have you not eaten cooked meat?"

Ma Benfeng inhaled the aroma of the grilled fish hard, and he didn't care about the hot meat, so he took a piece and ate it in a big gulp.

Ma Lin smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"

"Uh-huh. Ma Benfeng smiled at Ma Lin and nodded.

"Alas, my mad uncle, how nice it would be if you were a normal person. Ma Lin sighed, "I really want to know what kind of people my father and my mother are, I really want to know more about our family, but you just told me that my father-in-law is the murderer of my father, and Uncle Wu is involved." But how can I believe what you say in your state?"

Ma Lin only ate one piece of fish, and then left the remaining cooked fish pieces to Ma Benfeng.

Ma Benfeng looked at Ma Lin, yelled at him stupidly, and then took a broken list and draped it on Ma Lin.

"I don't know if you're really stupid or fake. Ma Lin shook his head and smiled at Ma Benfeng, and then went out and dried his wet clothes.

He stared at the flickering firelight, recalling all the things that Ma Benfeng had told intermittently, and still didn't want to believe that the death of his parents could be related to Wang Guanru and Wu Renyi. Because the two of them have always cared for themselves, especially Wu Renyi, who simply raised himself as his own son.

"No, I have to ask Uncle Wu, I want to know the truth!" Ma Lin said secretly in his heart. But how should we ask this kind of thing? If we ask, will there be an answer?

Ma Lin didn't know what to do, so he just sat by the fire. Suddenly, he remembered that Jia Fuben's treasure map had been given to the flower lady by himself. Fearing that he had forgotten the route recorded on the treasure map, he hurriedly put aside his wet clothes and found a twig to draw on the ground from memory.

When the sky was already bright, Ma Lin took the ghost head knife and practiced the Ma Jiayan knife. After a set of knife tricks were played, Ma Lin saw Ma Benfeng squatting at the door looking at him, so he said, "What's the matter?"

Ma Benfeng shook his head: "It's not good, it's not good." ”

Ma Lin handed the knife to Ma Benfeng and said with a smile: "Not good? ”

I don't want that Ma Benfeng nodded, got up and took the ghost head knife, and then also used the Ma family Yan knife. Ma Lin saw that Ma Benfeng's one move and one style made him have a clear eye, and there were some arrogant moves that he had never seen in the knife spectrum, and he couldn't help but think secretly: "It seems that my uncle is crazy, but this sword method has never been forgotten." My sword techniques are all learned by myself according to the knife spectrum, and there is no one to guide me, so it is inevitable that there will be deviations in the moves. Now that there is a master here, why don't I ask him for advice, maybe he can improve my sword skills. ”

So, Ma Lin stopped Ma Benfeng and asked him to put away the knife, then took two wooden sticks in his hand, and handed one of them to Ma Benfeng and said, "Uncle, let's try to compete?"

Ma Benfeng frowned and swept the wooden stick in his hand, shook his head and said, "It's too light, it's not good." ”

Ma Lin said: "Okay, then I'll look for you again and see if there is a good one." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Lin's forehead had already been beaten. That Ma Benfeng shook the wooden stick in his hand and laughed: "You lose, you lose!"

"Ahh

After such a morning, Ma Lin didn't know how many times he was beaten by Ma Benfeng. That Ma Benfeng didn't take it lightly, and beat Ma Lin's snow-white skin into blue and purple. While rubbing the wound, Ma Lin secretly pondered the changes in Ma Benfeng's moves, and felt that he seemed to have comprehended the unsolved points on the knife spectrum.

Although there was no time that he was not beaten, Ma Lin still used a wooden stick to test the knife technique with Ma Benfeng every day, and understood the essence of the Ma family's Yan knife. When he had nothing to do, he repeatedly drew the patterns on Jia Fuben's treasure map on the sand, or played his homemade piccolo for recreation, and unknowingly spent more than two months on a desert island.

In the past two months, Ma Lin also thought about persuading Ma Benfeng to go to the "crowded place" that he often said, but he wanted to follow him to learn the knife technique for a few more days, so he never mentioned it, always thinking about waiting for all the knife moves to be mastered before leaving.

Who would have thought that Ma Benfeng would suddenly become ill overnight.

Ma Lin learned poisoning from his master Chunniang, but the so-called "medicine is three parts poison", Ma Lin also knows a little about pharmacology. It's a pity that there are no herbs on this desert island, and Ma Lin is helpless, so he can only serve by Ma Benfeng's side, watching his condition get worse and worse day by day.

"Uncle, tell me, if I want to row to that crowded place, how should I go?" Ma Lin saw that Ma Benfeng's condition was already incurable, so he asked anxiously.

"I ...... I do not know. Ma Benfeng lay on the bed and shook his head weakly.

"Don't you know! Be sober, I don't want to be trapped on this island!" Ma Lin shouted as he shook Ma Benfeng.

"I don't know...... I do not know. Ma Benfeng said, "Don't shake, I, I'm uncomfortable, uncomfortable." ”

"Then you think about it, I don't want to live here alone for the rest of my life!" Ma Lin was so anxious that he almost cried, but there was nothing he could do.

"A person lives here for the rest of his life...... What's wrong?" Ma Benfeng muttered, "I'm right here...... I've been here for almost half my life. ”

Ma Lin shook his head and said, "Uncle, I'm Lin'er, I'm your nephew, can you bear to let me be on this desert island for the rest of my life?"

"Lin'er, you're Lin'er!" Ma Benfeng sat up suddenly, "Yes, you're Lin'er! You want to seek revenge from Wang Guanru, you want to seek revenge from Wang Guanru! And, also, Wu Renyi! He is an unkind and unrighteous person!"

Ma Lin saw that Ma Benfeng suddenly had energy, so he hurriedly said: "Yes, I want revenge, I want to avenge my father, so I have to go back! You tell me, how should I get to that crowded place?"

"I'll take you, I'll take you!" Ma Benfeng staggered to the ground and strode out of the cabin, but before he could run a few steps, he fell to the ground.

"Uncle!" Ma Lin followed, picked up Ma Benfeng and said, "Your body is too bad, don't run around, you tell me, how should I go by boat?"

"I ...... I can't tell......" Ma Benfeng said with his eyes closed.

Ma Lin saw that Ma Benfeng was angry, knowing that his life was short, and his heart was even more anxious: "If you can't tell clearly, you can say anything!"

Ma Benfeng opened his eyes slightly, pointed at Ma Lin and said, "Your knife technique...... It's almost practiced, but it's a pity that your ...... Your internal skills are too unseemly, and I don't know who taught them. Anyway, you remember...... You must be ruthless...... Otherwise, your knife skills ...... is not worthy of ...... Don't deserve to be called Yan Dao......"

"What are you talking about, uncle?" said Ma Lin.

But Ma Benfeng ignored him anymore.

Seeing that Ma Benfeng was dead, Ma Lin was overwhelmed with grief in his heart, and couldn't help crying loudly. On the one hand, he was sad that his only blood relative in the world was no longer alive, and on the other hand, he was sad that he was afraid that he would have to spend the rest of his life on this desert island, and his heart was even more sad.

After weeping bitterly for a while, he buried Ma Benfeng's body and built a shack by the sea. He also built a few bonfires around the shack, hoping that one day a ship would pass by in the vicinity, and when he saw the bonfire, he would be able to take him away from the desert island.

Ma Lin still had a glimmer of hope in his heart at the beginning, and he counted the days every day, waiting for rescue. But after a hundred days, he gradually began to be disappointed, and later became desperate, and simply did not even light the fire, but practiced his sword skills on the beach every day, ate fish when he was hungry, and slept in the shack when he was sleepy, so that he endured day after day without purpose.

On this day, Ma Lin didn't wake up until noon. He awoke and lay down for a long time, until he was hungry, and then he crawled out of the hut. He blew the sea breeze, thinking that the sun was very mild today, and was wondering if he should swim in the sea. Suddenly, in a trance, he seemed to see a galleon heading towards a desert island.

Ma Lin thought that he had seen it wrong, so he rubbed his eyes, not wanting that the galleon was still moving this way, getting closer and closer.

"Hey-hey-hey-" From the time he got to the desert island to now, this is the first time Ma Lin has seen a ship approaching this desert island. His heart was indescribably excited, and he kept jumping and waving his hands at the galleon.

The galleon seemed to sense Ma Lin's call, and sailed straight towards the desert island, then stopped.

Ma Lin saw that a small boat was slowly approaching the shore, and one of the sleeves of the man standing at the bow of the boat kept fluttering with the sea breeze.

When Ma Lin saw this scene, he suddenly fell silent and said to himself, "Isn't it?"

When the boat docked, Ma Lin saw the face of the person standing at the bow of the boat, and immediately rushed up and shouted, "Uncle Wu!"

Unexpectedly, the person who came to save Ma Lin turned out to be the elder of the Heavenly King Gang, the domineering Yama Wu Renyi!