A thin and old figure was passing through the mountains and forests, with a scattered head and a dusty face. The wrinkles on his face were like black steel folds formed by iron gradually solidifying and stacking layers, hard and vigorous. His eyes were extremely clear, like a baby.

Le Buleng left Tianxin City and did not fly, but walked along the wilderness and hiked towards the Emerald Forest.

I rush through the day and meditate at night. I pick wild fruits and kill wild animals when I am hungry, and drink streams when I am thirsty. I measure the earth and feel that the earth has never changed forever. My life is as humble as dust. I look up at the sky and get lost in the vast starry sky where I have stared at countless geniuses.

He remembered some things when he was young. His talent was not the best or the worst, but his temper was undoubtedly the most twisted one. After so many years, he was so old and his temper had not improved at all.

Just like the Grandmaster, it fails every time.

Failure and ridicule were probably the things he experienced the most in his life.

There is too much content, and he needs to slowly recall it. The courage that he has forgotten slowly becomes vivid.

His youth, beliefs and dreams, pride and persistence are all in this kind of courage.

Have the courage to take a desperate gamble, the courage to survive with broken arms, and the courage to start over.

Have the courage when you are young, the courage when you are young, and the courage when you are young.

He once sat upright in front of the desk under the bright window and yearned for his heart. He had sweat wet his clothes regardless of cold, heat, winter and summer. He once held a master of power. He had climbed thousands of feet high and climbed the sky and picked the moon and sang wildly. He had stepped on the ice to see the surging snow fields. He had walked alone in the desert and chased the setting sun and saw the lonely smoke entering the sky. He had once leaned on the head of the city and watched the thieves and bandits fleeing with their heads and knelt on the ground begging for mercy. He had once heard of his name in person, and his blood was lost in fear and bowed to his head to listen to the lecture.

In the first half of my life, people ridiculed him like a tide, calling him a strange man but not a hero, and laughing at him as a defeat.

In the second half of his life, Li Yun came to visit the seat, and everyone in the world was called a teacher, fearing him indomitable.

It is floating and deep, with sorrow, joy, pain, hatred, and regret.

When he recalled his magnificent life, the troubles of Tianxin City, the rise and fall of the world, the sorrow and glory of sentient beings, and the distracted thoughts, like dispersed smoke and clouds, disappearing in the wind.

The heart is like glass, without any dust and dirt.

He made the final pre-war preparations in this way. The joy at this time was not cold, but the ascetic believer with a pilgrimage. The holy in his heart was the upcoming battle and his life.

Eight failures, eight struggles, eight enlightenment.

Walk and stop, think and sleep.

The body is like rust and the lonely sword breaks the rain and cuts the wind without any brilliance. The barefoot is like climbing a cliff and the old vine is staring at the Emerald City with cold eyes.

I have seen the scenery of the world, tried all the heroes in the world, and exhausted my life's master's teachings.

Strolling with your head and singing for a long time.

I am happy and have only one battle left in this life.

In the bamboo forest of Songjian Valley, the blue and white patterns under Duanmu at dungeon changed again.

Blue and white, the 1,200 species.

On Black Fish Mouth Mountain, a windmill sword is inserted obliquely on the ridge. The colorful windmill with sword tail points straight to the sky. When the wind blows, it will turn huh huh.

The sunlight shone through the windmill sword and fell large shadows, staggered in an orderly manner. Everyone hid in the shadows, sat all over the ground, and took advantage of the rest to replenish their energy.

Shi Zhiguang looked depressed, with his eyebrows drooping, and looked at the ground with his chin without saying a word.

His performance today was extremely bad. He couldn't grasp the rhythm of the palm sword well. He failed several consecutive practices. Every sprint of the Windmill Sword needs to be consistent with the attack of the sword tower. In addition, any sprint cannot exceed fifty feet, and the direction must be changed.

With the lightning speed of the windmill sword, he needs to maintain extremely high concentration. If he is a little distracted, he will make mistakes.

Gu Xuan sat down beside him, patted his shoulder, and comforted him: "No one can do better than you!"

This is not a polite statement.

Although Shi Zhiguang is burly and honest, he looks like a big man who is good at brute force. However, among the three sword envoys, he has the best talent and performs the best.

Shi Zhiguang didn't make a sound, and he couldn't give him any comfort. He had just discovered his talent, and he was eager to achieve success.

Do you want to go back to what you used to be?

After experiencing respect and envy, life is like being painted with bright colors, and I can no longer bear the barrenness of only black and white.

Gu Xuan didn't know how to persuade Shi Zhiguang, but seeing that he was so depressed, he felt that he wanted to say something.

"Shi Zhiguang!"

In another corner, Ai Hui, who had just put down the Yuanli soup, shouted loudly toward this side.

Shi Zhiguang's body shook, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards Ai Hui with his head down.

Gu Xuan was worried that Shi Zhiguang would be scolded, so he hurriedly followed him.

"sit."

Ai Hui's tone could not tell his emotions, his thin body was covered in bandages, and he had two black chips on his face.

Usually, people don’t know how funny this look is when they have privately mocked the boss. But at this moment, Shi Zhiguang didn’t find it funny at all. He felt that he was feeling guilty and always felt that under the bandage, he must be murderous.

Shi Zhiguang said calmly: "I, I can just stand."

Ai Hui snorted coldly: "If you ask you to sit, you will stop obeying orders now?"

Shi Zhiguang's heart shook, and he quickly sat down, his legs together, his hands on his legs, and sat upright.

Gu Xuan secretly said something was wrong in his heart. He made up his mind that if Shi Zhiguang was scolded later, he would ask for mercy.

Ai Hui coughed lightly: "Why are you so depressed? It's not your fault if you don't do it well. The windmill sword is a new weapon, and everyone is exploring it. Failure is normal, no big deal. Failure can be tolerated, but it cannot be without fighting spirit. If you look so depressed, I will change someone else!"

Shi Zhiguang quickly raised his head and his chest, his strong chest muscles were almost comparable to those of the orangutan, and he hurriedly said: "Boss, I have the will to fight!"

Gu Xuan looked at Ai Hui in surprise.

In everyone's mind, the boss is an extremely strict person. Whenever there is a slight mistake in cultivation, waiting will definitely be a punitive practice. Moreover, all kinds of tricks come out, and you will have to peel off your skin even if you don't die every day. Moreover, you don't talk about any kindness during cultivation and are selfless, and everyone is very afraid of him.

However, although everyone complained, Ai Hui set an example and participated in the practice together, demanding himself with the same standards, so everyone was convinced.

Last time, Ai Hui's feat of overthrowing the entire Thunder Sword alone made everyone admire him very much.

I have to admit that Ai Hui is still very good at it. At first, it seemed nonsensical, but later it was found that they all had practical uses. Moreover, the players had certain unique talents, but their personal strength was very ordinary. Therefore, there were no arrogant people in the team, the atmosphere was very harmonious and the atmosphere was very good.

Gu Xuan's mentality is also changing unknowingly. He used to being alone, but he didn't feel anything. For example, today, today we are sweating with everyone, wielding the sword over and over again, and accepting punishment together, and our feelings are much deeper.

Especially in the past period, due to Ai Hui's injury, the task of leading everyone to practice fell on Gu Xuan.

Gu Xuan began to have another habit and take good care of everyone.

Seeing that Shi Zhiguang was about to be scolded, he hurriedly followed him to plead for mercy, that's it.

Ai Hui coughed again: "Although the responsibility for the wrong is not on you, we still have to continue to make progress. Our life and death are all in your hands, Zhiguang."

Shi Zhiguang was immediately excited, his face turned red, and he shouted: "I will definitely live up to my mission!"

When did he be taken so seriously?

When he thought of his heavy responsibility, he felt full of energy and wanted to rush onto the Windmill Sword and start a new practice.

"Very good." Ai Hui nodded, as if he was very satisfied: "But, it is useless to rely on blood courage alone in combat. We also need to improve our strength. So, in order to improve the strength of the Palm Sword Envoy, I have carefully prepared special training for you."

Shi Zhiguang stammered his neck and shouted loudly with all his strength: "I will definitely complete the special training!"

He made up his mind to complete the special training regardless of whether he bleeds or sweats.

Ai Hui waved his hand: "Not only you, but all the sword envoys must complete the special training. Gu Xuan, call the other two people."

The other two sword envoys rushed over and stood upright beside Shi Zhiguang. Compared to Shi Zhiguang's fighting spirit, the two felt a little weak. The usual practice was so terrifying. How terrible the training in the boss's mouth would be!

They were ready to go up to the mountain of swords and fall into the sea of ​​fire.

The other team members also came over. They were very curious about what the special training Ai Hui was preparing for.

Seeing the people coming, Ai Hui coughed lightly: "The sword envoy needs to maintain a high concentration for a long time, which is the most difficult part. This special training is also aimed at this point. Therefore, our special training envoy, embroidery!"

Everyone suddenly became quiet and then exploded.

"Embroidery! Oh my God!"

"Aren't the boss crazy?"

...

Shi Zhiguang, who was still excited just now, suddenly felt like a frozen chicken.

The other two were also embarrassed.

Ai Hui snorted: "Do you know about embroidery? Come on, Shi Zhiguang, you said."

Shi Zhiguang stuttered: "I know, women embroidery."

This familiar answer suddenly brought Ai Hui closer to the vortex of memory. In that familiar courtyard of miscellaneous things, an old man once tempted a young man.

Almost subconsciously, Ai Hui blurted out: "One-sided! Superficial!"

"Embroidery requires the Yuanli as the needle and lead the thread to embroider. It is easy? The thread is thick and thin, the leather and silk are soft and hard, and the patterns are complicated. It is easy? A powerful embroiderer can control ten Yuanli needles at a time and embroider from different parts. And the top embroiderer, do you know how many Yuanli needles can be controlled at the same time?"

"How many?"

"The highest record once was 949..."

No one noticed the deep remembrance and longing in Ai Hui's hoarse voice. His flying thoughts fell in the yard of miscellaneous objects in the afternoon sunshine, and in the embroidery workshop where the looms kept ringing.
Chapter completed!