He had never fought before, but the woman he liked was insulted by others and became popular. I remember holding a bench and forcing him to beat the 10th-highest gangster in Changde to look for teeth.

At that time, he was quite surprised why these fierce and evil barbarians in the world were so slow.

Later I realized that he was too fast.

Although he didn't understand why, he turned around and said proudly:

"I just said it's easy to play a knife and a gun. Isn't it just to hit the head, win and lose while standing upright, and beat it down. There are no so many tricks."

The words are very simple, but they are the true meaning of the martial arts.

The heroine was shocked at the time and thought he was a ghost, so she even went to find the genius of the martial arts genius and danced the great god.

Since then, the two of them got married. He has a higher status and is no longer mentioned to read books. His luggage has been replaced by two people carrying them together.

Later, the heroine became pregnant and returned to the mountain village in Shu.

The two lived a small life, waiting for their daughter to be born. He was still reading books in the village. The heroine liked him to practice martial arts. In order to make the heroine happy, he would also fight two sets of self-created turtle punches in front of the heroine every day.

Life is very comfortable, but life in the village is very hard.

The villages in the deep mountains of Shu are all half-people and half-bandits who make a living by robbing the road. They are often surrounded and suppressed by the government, lacking food and clothing, and everyone is very hard.

Even though the female hero has a high status in the village, she has limited things to buy in the village. She can no longer buy whatever she wants like when she went out to travel.

The child was born and was a very beautiful little girl, her eyes as clear as the moon, exactly like a female hero.

He liked this child very much, but when he saw other children in the village, he was a little worried.

The children in the village have been working with their parents since they were three or four years old, farming, collecting herbs, weeding, and washing clothes. They practice martial arts when they grow up a little. They are brave and ruthless, and they have no rules. As a teacher, basically few of them have studied seriously.

He didn't want his daughter to grow up in such an environment, nor did he want the heroine to slowly become those rough shrews outside.

He wanted to one day take the mother and daughter to the big house in the city, eat whatever they want, wear whatever they want. He wanted the heroine to wear silk from Jiangnan and go to poetry and literary meetings with him under the moonlight. He wanted her daughter to wear a skirt and a flower hairpin since she was a child, and she would go around the corridors and pavilions without having to cry and fight with her peers for a piece of meat or a kite.

Unfortunately, my daughter grew up day by day, but her life was still the same.

Until one day, my daughter said to him:

"Dad, the skirt that my mother sewed for me is so troublesome, and it also wastes fabric. Grandma Pei said it is difficult to work, and I think so."

Although my daughter is still young, she has become sensible.

But this sensibility is not what his father wants to see.

He left.

I had a fight with the heroine before leaving, and it was the only time I quarreled in my life.

The heroine's father is old and wants him to be the leader of the village. But he doesn't want him to stay in the mountains and forests for generations, and does not want his smart daughter to become a foolish woman in the countryside.

The heroine finally agreed and gave him some advice and asked him to learn arts. If he couldn't pass the literary exam, he could try the martial arts exam. What kind of official position is not an official?

He was very confident when he left, and he couldn't tell the heroine that he would never come back, but he didn't expect that this departure would really be a farewell forever.

When he came to the bluestone alley again, the shopkeeper who had already had some gray hair was scolded:

"You're leaving, what are you going to do when you come back?"

He didn't listen because he didn't want his wife and daughter to continue living like that. He had been studying for so many years and must pass the exam.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't seem to be on his side.

After failing the exam, he was disheartened and wanted to change his path to try martial arts. The new king ascended the throne, and then the catastrophe that swept the entire world.

When he rushed back to the mountain village, only the broken walls and a lonely grave were left. Even his daughter was a safe place sent by his wife's old acquaintance.

What kind of face does he have to see his daughter? What kind of face does he have to worship in front of the grave?

What else can he do besides trying to take revenge?

Even if you take revenge, what's the use?

He was already dead on that snowy night more than ten years ago.

Li Hansheng's eyes were gloomy. Looking at the sky, the scenery in front of him disappeared, leaving only thin clouds that had never changed before.

Step on

The footsteps are from far to near.

The Sword Saint Zhu Liu, carrying two pots of wine, walked to the entrance of the alley, raised his hand and pointed to the mansion with gongs and drums, and sighed:

"What is a person doing here? They have started to worship."

Li Hansheng withdrew his gaze and realized that it was already dark. The lights of the mansion behind the wall were brightly lit, and it came from afar:

"Welcome the newcomers into the hall!"

Li Hansheng took a breath, his face returned to his old dusk atmosphere. He walked to Zhu Liu and took the wine pot:

"You don't go to the hall to sit?"

Zhu Liu laughed, jumped to the top of the building, sat on the ground on the eaves opposite the hall, picked up the wine pot and drank:

"The most painful thing in the world is when you are upset. You have wine in your hands, but you can't find someone to drink with you. Look at you with pitifulness, come here to accompany you."

Li Hansheng picked up the wine pot and took a sip. In the lobby in front of him, three girls stood together, and Xu Buling was smirking next to him. After he glanced at him, his voice was a little hoarse:

"fine."

Zhu Liu leaned against the top of the house, looked at his daughter who was a little busy below, thought for a while, shook his head and said:

"Before the Zhu family was destroyed, my father left a sentence on the tree: 'Traveling three thousand miles, killing millions of people with swords, today it is here, and the grass is broken and has roots'. This is the case with people in the martial arts world, and they have been glorious and desolate. They have been licking blood from the knife for half their lives, and there will always be one day of death. If you can see the incense circulating before death, it is even a joyful and joyful depressed. No matter how much love, hate, love, bitterness and sorrow in previous years, it is nothing. If you don't laugh today, your life will be in vain."

Li Hansheng's eyes were stunned, looking at the tall back in the hall, "Word of Heaven and Earth!" echoed in his ears, the figure turned around, bowed to the heaven and earth outside, and bowed to him.

"hehe……"

Li Hansheng curled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

I was smiling exactly the same as when I saw the heroine walking over in Qingshi Lane; I was studying hard in the window, and I looked at the portrait as if I was giggling.

But during this smile, the face, which had never had any other expressions in more than ten years, was speechless in an instant, and then tears fell like rain.

Zhu Liu looked at the jumping little girl and turned into a shy big girl. She was wearing a wedding dress and touched the man's forehead, and her eyes were sore.

But how can a great sword saint cry in front of others?

Zhu Liu picked up the wine pot and fucked his mouth, turned his head to look at Li Hansheng, and cursed with a smile:

"It's so uglier to laugh!"

...

The spring breeze is uneven and the moon is quiet.

At the top of the house, two old men who had been struggling in the world for half their lives picked up the wine pot and touched it.
Chapter completed!