"Don't, Arashi, don't go, don't leave me!"

When the bear woke up from his sleep, he found that his pillow was wet. He didn't know how long he had been crying in his sleep.

At this moment, the bear has no sleepiness.

With the sword in hand, he walked out of the wooden house, and the bear came to the beach alone and continued to practice the sword piercing the sun.

Sun?

Where is the sun?

It's night!

Except for the dark night sky, accompanied by faint starlight, tonight should be the first quarter moon, because the shadow of the moon cannot be found in the darkness.

A month ago, after a year of following Xiaoyaozi, Xiaoyaozi once said to Xiong, "From today on, you should be blindfolded when you practice again." ”

"Blindfolded, how can you see the sun?" the bear puzzled.

"Look with your heart. Xiaoyaozi left this sentence and went out of the door.

Today is the 388th day of Xiong worshipping Xiaoyaozi as his teacher.

Xiaoyaozi has not returned since he left the wooden house a while ago.

The bear looked at the dark night and fell into deep thought. To date, the bear has stabbed four hundred thousand swords.

At first, he stabbed with a sword, and half a year later, in order to constantly surpass his speed, he practiced a sword twice, although he had reached the 200,000 thorns that Xiaoyaozi said, but Xiaoyaozi was still not satisfied.

On the 321st day when Xiong worshiped the master, beside the reef, Xiong looked at Xiaoyaozi blankly.

"Master, you once said that as long as I practice this movement 200,000 times, I can become a master, but now, I have practiced 200,000 times, why do you still shake your head?"

"You think you're already a master, right?" Xiaoyaozi's face did not have the slightest smile, but cold, just like his own image - a cold-faced scholar.

The bear didn't speak, but nodded suddenly.

"Come and stab me, to test what you've been practicing these days. Xiaoyaozi said lightly, while putting his hands behind his back and looking at the bear with a cold expression.

"Master, the apprentice doesn't dare. The bear lowered his head, his jaw shaking slightly.

"If you don't listen to me, don't stay in my division from now on. Xiaoyaozi's words didn't seem like a joke at all, and Xiong could see this.

"Master, do you really want to stab?" the bear still looked a little hesitant.

Xiaoyaozi's wording became shorter and shorter: "It must be stabbed!"

Xiong knew that today, no matter what, he would have to stab this sword.

No amount of words will make any sense.

The bear stopped talking, and clenched the unscabbarded sword that he had been practicing every day these days, and waved his arm violently, and the blade of the sword made a hissing sound, as if wailing.

In a flash of lightning, the bear's sword had already pressed into Xiaoyaozi's chest.

Kumamoto thought that his master, Xiaoyaoko, would stop his sword.

But

Xiaoyaozi just put his hands behind his back and looked at the bear with a serious face, motionless.

The bear's sword is getting closer and closer to Xiaoyaozi, ten centimeters, five centimeters, and three centimeters

The bear couldn't bear to look directly and closed his eyes

However, he could no longer move his sword forward.

No one, nothing stood in the way of the sword in the bear's hand.

Xiaoyaozi smiled faintly and held down the sword in Xiong's hand, "Is this the legendary master? ”

Xiaoyaozi understands that Xiong's kindness has become a burden to him to some extent.

In such a turbulent river and lake, anyone, everything will be unpredictable, sometimes, seemingly simple widows and children, may pull out a dagger and stab you in an instant; sometimes, the scarred "wicked" may be able to block a knife for you; everyone is wearing a camouflage coat, and under this coat, are their real faces, grievances and hatreds, wandering the world, this is the rivers and lakes.

Xiong's character is destined to make him suffer in this ups and downs, and it will be a big loss.

Because of this, there is no trace of sword qi on the bear's sword, there is no trace of murderous aura on the bear's body, and there is never a trace of anger in the bear's heart.

Although Xiong has practiced for a long time and worked hard, Xiong's speed of sword development can already be compared to the speed of some masters in famous sects, but if Xiong is really allowed to compete with these people, Xiong will definitely not be able to win.

Perhaps, Xiong is not suitable to be a killer, he is only suitable to be a dusty martial arts practitioner, living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, being with people who love each other, watching the sunrise and sunset every day, watching the sunset in the mountains, men ploughing and women weaving, coarse tea and light rice.

But fate is always unsatisfactory.

When Xiong was eighteen years old, he met a beautiful and moving woman.

She is not like a bear, does not belong to the Kunlun Mountains where the bear is located, and is not in the same clan as the bear.

She had fled the wilderness.

It is said that her family of five was hit by a rare drought that year. When the family ran out of food and water, the family finally decided to leave their homeland and go to another country to survive.

She was lucky.

During the long journey, she encountered robbers, malaria, and mutiny.

Her parents died of malaria, her sister was robbed by robbers, and her younger brother was involved in the war.

When the bear first saw her, her clothes were ragged, and she looked like a beggar asking for food. Her face was also covered with ash, as if she had just come out of the coal pile. Her lips had cracked open with dryness, and the shoes on her feet were gone, and her feet were bloodied by the thorns in the road, and the blood was covered in dust and a faint red.

Her name is Arashi.

The moment she saw the bear, she knew she had hope.

"Water~" This was the only word she said before she passed out, and it was also the last word.

That is, at the moment when Arashi fell, the bear hugged her and took her back to the house.

Xiong's home is in this Jiudao Mountain Villa, and the Xiong family lives in this Jiudao Mountain Villa.

Few people know that in this Kunlun Mountains, there is such an ethnic group - the Kunlun clan. And Jiudao Villa is the location of the Kunlun clan.

The bear belongs to this group, and the father of the bear has a high status in this group.

When Xiong brought Lan home, he immediately found Lang Zhong in the villa to treat Lan, and then found a maid to scrub Lan's body and change her clothes.

When Arashi woke up, Xiong was sitting on the edge of the bed, silently watching her.

With such a delicate face, it was the first time for the bear to see it, and he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

At this moment, Lan's long eyelashes twitched, and then he opened his eyes.

Looking at each other, Arashi remembered this, and when she passed out, gave her the person of hope.

"Thank you, thank you~" Lan Gang wanted to speak.

But Xiong got up in a hurry and said, "You have a good rest, I'll find someone to cook for you." And he departed.

Strange, why did he leave?

Arashi lay on the bed, not figuring it out.