I'm Yan Beige.

Yes, I'm Yan Beige.

The surname is Yan, the name is Zhao, and the word is sad.

The world-famous hero, the singer who is home from all over the world, that is me.

The dead scoundrel who eats white food, the rotten drunkard who brags, that's me too.

Maybe some people will be disappointed, but I still Yan sad song.

They beat me, scolded me, bullied me, and humiliated me, and I knew it.

I don't care, I'm already drunk.

It doesn't matter, I did it myself.

Because I miss.

I miss the smell of dirt and dust, I miss the smell of blood and sweat.

I miss the old days, I miss the old me.

This is who I used to be.

A dead scoundrel, yes.

What people know is that I am a hero, I am a chivalrous man, I am the master of the True Dragon Sect, and I have many, many brothers.

People remembered me.

What people don't know is that I was born in a brothel, I don't know who my father is, and from the moment I was born, my mother died. I heard that in order to give birth to me, my mother tried all means, including medicine stones, including beatings, including falling from a high place. She's a good mother, and I know she's good for me. She doesn't want me to see the ruthlessness and squalor of this world, and she doesn't want me to suffer the innate humility and helplessness.

I know she loves me.

But I, still, gave birth to her in a lowly and dirty way.

Helplessly, even more ruthlessly, took her life.

I was a mistake.

But it's not my fault.

I will only babble and cry, with innocent eyes, with helpless eyes, longing for a warm embrace.

And the sweetest milk.

I want to live.

I survived.

The world is warm and bright, and people with red blood have good hearts and long flesh, so I survived. I don't have relatives, they are all my relatives, I don't have a mother, they are all my mothers, they hug me, hug me, feed me, coax me, they kiss me, love me, love me, I know, I remember, I am happy, I am happy. There is love and love in this world. But they used to look at me and see me cry.

Why.

I grew up, I saw many things, I understood many things. I see that light and darkness coexist as one, and behind the smiling face are bitter tears, and I understand that there is no distinction between good people and bad people, and there is only right and wrong in terms of facts! I love, because I see and hear and I know, I hate, because I see and hear that I understand! I can't bear all the injustice in the world, I can't stand all the dirt and ugliness, I want to erase all the evil!

But I was powerless, I couldn't do anything.

I vaguely remember that I have been scolded a lot, and I have been beaten a lot.

And I don't seem to have changed, I've changed anything.

Seemingly, I'm just a joke.

So I chose to fall, and I went with the flow from then on.

My name was Dog at the time.

Later my name was Mad Dog.

I vaguely remember that I worshipped a lot of brothers, vaguely remembered that I recognized many big brothers, and vaguely remembered that every time I fought, I always rushed to the front, beating others all over the ground to find toothaches. Or beat someone half to death. Fighting is not fun, it is not fun at all, blood will flow, teeth will fall, tendons will break, bones will break, people will die. I know that when I beat others, I am not ordinarily ruthless, and I know that when others beat me, they are not ordinarily ruthless! It seems that there is a sea of blood and hatred! I have never shared the sky! Although we used to call each other brothers and sisters, although most of them did not know each other. But I can't care about that much, because I like it.

I've fallen in love with that feeling.

I thought it was happiness and revenge, I thought it was the glorious years, I thought it was the rivers and lakes.

Then my name was Brother Dog.

My martial arts are punched out of one punch, and I am tempered by life and death, blood and fire, and I have changed from a scoundrel to a hero, smiling proudly all over the world, and the four seas admire and shock all directions.

I am a miracle, so to speak.

Or rather, I'm a legend.

But there are not so many miracles in the world, and legends are always legends.

Because I met someone who changed my destiny. He saved my life, He gave me my name, He gave me martial arts, He gave me power, He gave me everything. Otherwise, I would have died at the hands of the enemy. Otherwise, I would have been left with no bones, otherwise there would be no Yan Zhao Yan tragedy in this world.

Never.

He asked me to call him, Brother Long.

Yes, I sing hard, I know.

for my throat was burned, and my wine was burned.

Wine isn't a good thing, but I like it, I like it very much.

Besides, I was born with incomplete five tones, and Yan Beige's singing has never been good.

But I like it, I still love to sing, I like to sing loudly.

While singing, he drank wine.

While killing people.

I don't like to kill, but I kill a lot.

Killed many, many times.

It's true.

I stayed here for ten days, I was a scoundrel from here for ten days. I found that no matter how hard I pretend to be, no matter how hard I play, I can't pretend, and no matter how hard I try, I can't pretend. What has been lost, can no longer be found, I am Yan Beige, I can only miss. Nostalgia for the dead brothers, nostalgia for the old years.

I miss me back then.

I'm here for a monk, no Zen, yes.

"Donor, donor, are you dead again?" the monk asked cautiously.

Some wanted to laugh, but they still held back.

After a while, the monk cried, "He died and died!

His name is Wu Zen, I already know.

His master is Lingxiu, and Lingxiu is my best friend.

Lingxiu saved my life. Lingxiu saved my brother's life. Lingxiu has saved countless lives.

More people than I've ever killed.

He is the only person I really admire, and he is the only one.

No Zen, oh, his apprentice -

Wu Zen is crying, full of grief.

Suddenly, the dead man turned over and sat up, and quacked: "I'm alive again!"

Wuzen was taken aback, and then clapped his hands in surprise and said, "Alive! alive!" The living man sighed and said, "I'm dead again." With that, he slowly lay down, straight and motionless. Wuzen is stupid. Wuzen is a fool, giving him such a death and tossing a few times, but he can also see that the way is coming. Wuzen leaned over, looked at it for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, you are pretending to be dead!" The man opened his eyes and smiled: "It's amazing, it's amazing! I finally showed it to you haha!" "Haha, haha, is this praising Wuzen? Wuzen scratched his head and just giggled. The man got up and touched Wuzen's head: "Little monk, is it fun?" Wuchan lowered his hand and obediently touched him: "If you want to die, you will die, if you say you live, you will live, you are a god, and your magical powers are vast haha-"

The man laughed: "I'm not an immortal, I'm Yan Beige!"

Wuzen glanced at it and nodded, "Yes." "Wu Chan didn't know him, Wu Chan didn't know many people, Wu Chan only saw a long scar on his blood-stained face slanted across the bridge of his nose, Wu Chan suddenly, for the first time in his life, felt something strange in his heart, it was a tight, very strange feeling. Wuzen was scared. There was a smell in his body, a strong smell of wine, blood, tears, laughter mixed with sadness. The man touched Wuzen's head and smiled slightly: "Little Wuzen, your head is very itchy, isn't it?" Wuzen nodded again and again, Wuzen has not taken a bath for many days, Wuzen is not only itchy on his head, but also smelly on his body. The man smiled and said, "How about you invite me to eat and drink, and I will give you a bath and shave your head?"

No Zen is overjoyed, just waiting for a word of thanks on the road-

The short black hair fell in a row, and it blinded his eyes like rain!

The man stroked Wuzen's head and said with a smile: "Little monk, big bald hahaha!"

Wu Zen stretched out his hand and touched it, and his head was empty!

"This!" Wuzen opened his mouth wide, and his heart was horrified: "This, this person is really one, immortal!"

The man dropped his hand, patted Wuzen on the shoulder, and turned around: "Let's go!"

No Zen stands in place.

The man turned his head and was happy: "Stinky monk, don't you want to leave?"

"You know martial arts!" Wu Chan suddenly jumped up!

"I will. The man smiled and nodded.

"Wu Chan wants to compete! Wu Zen wants to compete!" Wu Chan shouted excitedly!

"When you're full of wine and food, take a shower first. The man shook his head and walked away. Wu Chan followed, and he was overjoyed for a while! Not only did he know martial arts, but his martial arts were very high! This trick of shaving his head with his hands would not be able to do it without Zen in any case, he must be a great master! And martial arts are where Wu Chan's greatest pleasure lies, and Wu Chan will never let him go! Even if Wu Chan can't beat him, Wu Chan will compete with him, and Wu Chan will be happy if he wins, and Wu Chan will be very happy when he loses.

Walking!

The moon is in the middle of the day, and the man is in front.

Wu Chan only remembered that his eyes were very bright, as bright as stars in the sky, twinkling and twinkling.

Another flash.

The old man sighed: "The guest walks slowly, and does not send it." ”

The man shook his head and smiled, "Checkout." ”

The old man's eyes widened, thinking that he had misheard: "What are you? What are you going to take?"

The man took out something and threw it on the board with a thud: "Stick." ”

But it was clear that it was a big ingot, gold.

The old man rubbed his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "You, how are you—"

"Come on. ”

The chicken is thick, three feet long, and has a black and shiny whistle stick.

The old man trembled and said: "The things left by the uncle are here, but the old man, the old man can't find it, he really can't find it!"

The man smiled and looked at the old man, and then at Wuzen, and walked away with a stick and a stick.

"Owe. ”