Si Nian turned and looked at the boy who was a little shorter than him indifferently. "No one is born with respect, but he will be respected by people as he grows up. I look forward to him. I was also punched and kicked when I was a child, but I won’t cry. I will remember those faces carefully. I told myself that I had insulted me and I would eventually give them back their dignity myself. I want their blood to pay for it. Now I have stepped in front of the corpses only to find that I used to suffer so little and have been laughed at by myself …"
Taro flashing bright eyes staring at SiNian seriously.
"Everyone can trample on other people’s dignity, which determines their life and death. Everyone can also be teased and abused, but no one can always step on other people’s heads and no one wants to be trampled on their feet forever, so a group of people went and a group of people fell."
Taro nodded. He knew …
"I dedicated my life to the killing of kendo, which explains my obsession. My pace is marked with blood. I dare not stop and I will be drowned and annihilated by the blood of my sword. I personally killed my sword from the first one. When my hand was pulled out, I dared not sleep. I had to keep practicing because I was afraid of being killed by me, and I was afraid of being dumped by a noodle man, which made me unable to see the gap and understand the boundary … There were no tears in the Jianghu, only blood left …"
There are no tears in the Jianghu, only blood …
Taro’s body is shaking. He can hear the undead sigh and sigh from Si Nian’s indifferent words. He has suffered enough, but he didn’t expect that even a martial arts expert like Si Nian would have so much bitterness. He couldn’t believe that the master’s heart has been beating rapidly and circulating with their blood all the time.
Taro lowered his head deeply. This time he was not afraid but silent …
For a long time, Taro raised his head and his delicate and tender face was radiant with determination. "The elder asked me to be stronger! How can I reach your state! "
Si Nian smiled at him. He laughed at himself. Today, he talked so much that he warned or talked to a teenager who didn’t know anything and was as pure as a child …
A man dressed in and wearing a sword proudly walked past Sinian and headed for the flower shop.
Sinian’s left hand gently lifted a white light and flashed, then disappeared into the male body. The male was frightened because his body was suddenly moved. He watched in amazement as Sinian’s right hand gently pulled out his sword from his waist and handed it to Taro stupidly.
Si nian Dao "then"
Taro wait for a while took the sword.
Si Nian slowly turned and walked to the front with light steps. A cool sound stayed in Ryotaro’s ear.
"Kill it …"
Kill three words as if the devil’s eyes hurt. Kazutaro, the heart man, stared at Taro in horror and hurriedly pleaded, "Don’t! Don’t! ….. "It took him more than ten years to practice advanced swordsmanship, and now he has finally become a gang leader. He doesn’t want to be reborn. He doesn’t want to be miserable for more than ten years. He didn’t expect that he would suddenly end up being slaughtered by such a person not long before he went to meet alone today. Who did he offend? No one answered that he killed others because he offended others and couldn’t kill him, and he didn’t offend, but without offending, there was no killing? If this is the case, the rivers and lakes will be bloody?
Taro understood Si Nian’s meaning. He trembled and slowly raised his eyes. He looked at the man’s frightened eyes and listened to the man’s pleading for mercy. He fled to shake off his sword and wanted to shout that Si Nian was a demon! But his longing for the strong heart, his reluctance to be trampled on, can’t escape
Close your eyes, yell and swing your sword …
Blood spattered and screamed and fell to the ground …
Si Nian lowered his head and stared at Qingshi Street with a faint sigh "It is right or wrong to follow the pace of killing and abusing …"
Chapter seventy-nine Cherry Blossom Organization
When the waning moon doesn’t sink into the bright morning rain and dew slowly slide down into the wet land to add a touch of loneliness in autumn.
The bleak wind doesn’t come from the bleak autumn, but from the loneliness of lonely people, and the red maple is dyed all over the sword dancers.
It’s still dark in Lebanon
"I hope you can forget the pain, the constant scars and numbness …" Si Nian sat in the courtyard for self-study and suddenly said to Taro, who was thinking of going out of the door to kill the monster and upgrade.
Taro looked at a face of calm eyes and nodded slightly. Then he ran out of the door. He was already stunned. Sinian studied in the courtyard every night and never went back to his room to rest …
Taro once said to Si Nian, "Can I be like you, senior? Stay in the courtyard for self-study. "
Si Nian said lightly, "If you want to imitate me, I will kill you myself …"
Taro stupefied on the spot.
Si Nian added, "If you don’t know what to do, ask your own sword …"
Taro asked him about the sword, but he kept silent, brushed his hand and stroked the sword to tell him that it was cold …
Walking through the lonely road into the dark cave, dressed in white like snow, but when I came out, I was stumbling all over, mixed with myself and the monster’s blood …
Ximen Chuixue once told me from the other end of the cliff that "white as snow, white as blood, loneliness in those years told me that there was indifference …"
Taro doesn’t know loneliness, but he knows loneliness and understands the world’s human feelings.
Si Nian never smiled at him, but his cold face made him feel unusually warm. Once everyone else laughed at him, it was a stinging ridicule …
Today, he learned how to win dignity, so another brother who bullied him fell in a pool of blood …
"Yo, little brother, I almost didn’t recognize this dress brother. Gee, I don’t know which brother is it." A brother who just finished from the outside met Taro Taro on the way back to the genre and stared at him without speaking.
This man has been away for more than three months and has been running around and tired. Now he is back, but he just plays with this little younger brother who has been bullied by his younger brother.
After nearly three months of painstaking cultivation, Taro accepted the guidance of Si Nian on his martial arts moves. Not only did he have a high level of martial arts, but he also had a little experience in swordsmanship. It has been three months since I saw him for three days.
Blood pain training is a baptism of will. Since the incident of Flower Shop, I have stayed in the genre, so no one dares to bully him, because that is comparable to the big brother in their eyes …
This brother who just came back doesn’t seem to know what happened three months ago, and he still looks at Taro with a playful face.
"No one is born to be respected …"
Although Taro’s heart is throbbing, he still draws his sword. He has never fought anyone, and he doesn’t know his own strength, but he doesn’t want to be humble and reborn.
The sword light flashed in the brother’s surprised eyes …
Taro covered his left arm with bleeding wound, and his eyes were slightly mottled, staring at the unsatisfied person and then turned and walked home.
Bowing his head in silence and laughing at the sky all the way is arrogance, catharsis, indulgence and depression. He finally grew up and defended his dignity for the first time. A string of tears fell on the dusk Woods, and a group of dim crows screamed and scattered. Taro’s heart never had a good time. Once he was wronged, it seemed that after this sword, it all melted into smoke.
"Once bitter is so insignificant that I am laughed at by myself now …"