When I went out, the master said that I was a master of swordsmanship and mastered the "Sword Sect".

I asked the master: If someone asks me which school I am after going out, I only say that I am a master of the "Sword School", will they not like me because I am too arrogant?

The master squatted on the threshold and smoked several sips of cigarettes, and then silently remained silent. If it were normal, I would go somewhere else to play, because under this situation, the master would not speak anymore, but would fall into memories of some past events. The master is very old and old enough to be my grandfather.

However, this time was the last time I talked to him. I thought the master must be thinking about some important things and didn't know how to speak to me, so he still stood respectfully waiting for him to speak.

Two quarters of an hour later, the master lowered his head without saying anything. I couldn't believe that he would fall asleep at such a sad moment, so he reached out and patted his shoulder.

During this beat, the master fell down with a plop.

Uh, he's dead.

When I left again the next day, there was an extra grave outside the thatched hut where we lived for sixteen years, and a package on my body. The master left behind a book, like a legendary novel. It tells a story about a hero who is good at doing justice and punishing evil and traitors. The hero in the story mastered the "Sword School" and used the art of stabbing. The name of the novel is ".

I finally understood why the master never took action in front of me in the past ten years, but kept asking me to prick me with a wooden stick and ask me to go to the world when I couldn't even kill a chicken.

Because he has never been a swordsman, he is just an old man living in the world of a legendary novel.

The master is already very old after all.

I looked at the wooden sword that the master had cut out of wood on my waist, rubbed my nose, and didn't know where to go.

The war just ended, and there was no one within a radius of a hundred miles. I had never walked out of this world, and I really wanted to go out and take a look.

Thinking of this, I kicked the fence door and started walking towards the sunset.

After walking for three hours, I began to regret it. I only knew that there was no people within a radius of hundreds of miles, but I didn't expect that there was still no people within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The road cracked due to drought is dusty, and the withered hay is blown by the autumn wind. I am thirsty and hungry, and for the first time I realize that the world is much bigger than I thought. In front of me is a short forest, with scattered leaves hanging on the trees, with unhealthy yellow. It seems that a man is squatting inside, his butt is aimed at me.

I walked over listlessly and looked at the woods for a few glances. Qiufeng raised a ray of smoke and dust behind him.

The people in the woods seemed to finally hear the movement, and turned around in a panic, causing the dead branches and leaves to roar. Then he saw me, and hurriedly jumped out, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and shouted: "I opened this road, I planted this tree. If you want to pass this road, leave it to buy wealth!"

I think these sentences are quite rhymeful, but I didn't understand what he meant, so I stood up straight and bowed in place: "Luojia, what did you say?"

The man seemed a little confused, put down the wooden stick in his hand and scratched his head, then said angrily: "I mean - rob! Hand over all the valuable things!"

Oh, so that's what happened! I sighed, took off the package behind me and threw it over, and then sat on the dead grass next to me and started rubbing my feet: "You can find it yourself - I only have so many things."

The man untied the package randomly and threw the book aside - and then the only wrapping skin was left. He looked at the package, then looked at me wearing patched clothes, and was stunned, and then he went back weakly.

I rubbed my feet for a while, walked over and wrapped my schoolbag, carried it on my body, and then walked around the woods where he was hiding for a few times.

He finally couldn't help it and asked me angrily: "What are you looking at?"

I said, "If I don't look at you, others will look at you. This short forest has three trees and sixteen leaves. How do you plan to hide?"

He squatted inside and said angrily: "You have to care! I have already robbed three taels of silver anyway!"

I said contemptuously: "I don't believe it, how can anyone come to such a place? I see you haven't waited for a few days!"

His face turned red, he touched his arms a few times, and then handed his palm out of the gap in the woods. There were indeed a few white silver horns in his palm. He said proudly: "See it!"

I leaned over to take a closer look, but he shrank back. I said contemptuously again: "It's obviously a stone, but I'm going to lie to me for money."

He stretched out his hand angrily again and spread it out - I grabbed the silver corner on the big hand, ran away.

The man wanted to jump out of the bushes and chase me, but his feet tripped by the short branches and stumbled for a long time to find the right balance, and I had long disappeared.

He had been here for several days, but I had my last meal a few hours ago. How could he catch up with me? I was delighted with the silver horns in my hand, and held them tightly, ran for several miles in one breath before stopping, leaning against a broken wall and gasping for breath.

Behind this broken wall is another broken wall, and behind the other broken wall is full of ruins. This large area of ​​village has been demolished and abandoned, and has become silent in the gradually dimming sky.

In the past, the master never let me go out to exchange food, nor did I allow me to hold silver in my hand. He said that men will become bad when they have money, and women will become rich when they become bad. He always goes out in the morning and returns in the evening, and exchanges silver from where they come from to some moldy rice and flour to maintain our livelihood for several months.

I think he probably got the food here, but now it has been demolished.

At this time, a little doubt suddenly arose in my heart - with my young body, it took nearly a day to get here, how could the master come day and night?

Is the master really a master who never takes action in the legend? But how can a master become a master if he never takes action?

And I think a master should not die silently in front of a thatched hut with white hair - they should be covered with sharp arrows under the watch of many people, with several or dozens of corpses of enemies under their feet, and died with anger on their faces.

As I was thinking, the sunset finally jumped down to the horizon and gave the earth to the darkness. But in fact, there was nothing on the earth except a piece of ruins, and I was covered with dry grass.

When the autumn wind turns into a bone-scraping knife, I am about to fall asleep. I am not afraid of cold or pain at all. The master said that I have the innate conditions to become a master. I am not afraid of pain, and I am not so afraid of being stabbed by a sword, so I can stab people more attentively.

But the master also said that even if I am not afraid of pain, it is still my weakness. When I asked the master what kind of pain it was, the master looked leisurely again on his face, so I ran out to play. But when I was having supper that day, the master suddenly said in a daze: That's called "heartache".

I don't understand.

Today is sunny during the day, with clear and cool autumn weather, but it becomes gloomy at night. There is no moon in the sky, and occasionally stars appear. I remember a word that has appeared many times in the story my master told me: "The moon is dark and windy at night, and it is a good time to kill people."

So I couldn't fall asleep peacefully anymore, so I stood up from the broken wall, as if I was looking around - and then surprised myself.

Many people appeared from somewhere, silently lit a few piles of small firewood in the night, and the firelight jumping in the wind made their faces hideous. These dozens of people shrank silently in the corners of the broken walls to avoid the autumn wind, and ate the bread made of moldy rice and flour in small mouthfuls - just like the master made for me before.

I think the master probably bought something here before!

I bowed politely and said loudly: "Don't bother you, good evening!"

But they looked at me and said nothing.

In the far west, some light spots suddenly appeared, like torches.

Those who were originally silent became turbulent and began to whisper among them - "Oh, the demolition team is finally here again."

When the torches ran closer, I could see clearly the appearance of those who held the torches. They were dressed brightly and had a compassionate face. Each of them held a torch and a square-headed halberd in their hands, looking majestic.

The leader was a young man, I think he was roughly the same age as me. He looked at the people who were sitting by the fire looking at him silently, frowned, and said, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Those people refused to speak, just looked at him. The young man sighed and said, "Mr. Aike has ordered that all houses within a radius of thousands of miles must be removed. When he unified the martial arts world, he will build his own palace. You should put the overall situation first."

The group of people still refused to speak. A layer of compassion appeared on the boy's face. He turned his head unbearably, waved to the dozen people beside him, and said, "Then don't make things difficult for them anymore, kill them all."

At this time, I finally couldn't help but say something strange: "Hey, since you said you won't make things difficult for them anymore, why do you want to kill them?"

The young man noticed me standing behind the low wall, raised his hand to block his subordinates who were about to lift the halberd, and said to me, "I want them to leave, but they refuse to leave, and the house was demolished by us and I am homeless again. If I kill them, they will be freed and naturally no longer make things difficult for them."

I turned my head and thought about it, and felt that the boy's truth was a bit messy, so I said again: "Then won't you just drive them away?"

The boy was even more surprised and looked at me up and down and said, "Will it be inconvenient for us not to drive them away? How can Lord Aike's palace be built?"

I sighed and said seriously: "In the afternoon, I snatched a person's silver. He hadn't eaten for several days, and he would definitely not be able to survive without the money. However, he is alone, and I am alone, and he snatched me first, so I snatched him to equalize it - do you understand this?"

He pondered for a moment in a serious manner and nodded.

I said again: "But many of these people have not offended you. Lord Aike is alone and has demolished their houses - how can we hurt so many innocent people for the sake of a person's affairs?"

The young man put his forehead on his hands, thought for a while, and hesitated: "But if that happens, I will not feel happy."

I sighed and said, "If I feel unhappy now because you are standing in front of me, and I will kill you, would you like?"

The young man opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "Of course not, how can I die?!"

So I pointed to the people and said, "How can they die?"

He finally couldn't speak, just looked straight at me, and murmured for a while: "No one told me this..."

I said seriously: "Probably because you don't have a master."

He hurriedly said, "Mr. Aike is my master, but he has never told me this."

I thought about it and sighed, "Maybe no one has ever said this to him."

The young man looked at the people beside him with a calm and compassionate expression, nodded and agreed: "It's probably true - they all had their tongues cut, and the entire Wending Sect had their tongues cut. Lord Aike said he didn't like to hear what made him unhappy."

He pointed to those who were huddling in the corner: "Then they must be afraid that we would cut our tongues and would not dare to talk to me anymore. Oh... if they didn't say it, how could I know these principles?"

At this time, the villagers heard the boy's words and quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging not to drive them away. The boy looked at them, looked at me again, shrugged and said, "Okay, just as you wish, I'll go back and say to Lord Aike."

Then he walked up to me and said happily: "I like you, please go back to the city with me. Anyway, you have nowhere to go. We have demolished the villages in a thousand-mile radius. Come and be my master."

I thought, he was as old as me, how could I be his master? In my impression, the master should be a person with snow-white hair and smoking. And I felt that this young man knew nothing, so it was a troublesome to be with him. So he smiled and shook his head and said, "My master told me to go to the world to explore, but here is grass, there is no river or lake, so I want to find the world."

After saying goodbye to the young man, I was completely sleepy, so I bought some pancakes and school bags from those who were huddled in the ruins and continued walking. Anyway, I had walked for hundreds of miles, and I didn't care about walking for several hundred miles. The young man told me that they had been demolished within a thousand miles, so I would walk out of this thousand miles. Anyway, I am still young, and there are still decades left before I was as old as my master to die outside the door.

I walked towards the autumn wind at night, throwing the silver corners in my hand, until the sky in the east began to turn white, and then the glow appeared. The endless yellow dead grassland in front of me finally disappeared, and many dead trees began to appear in the distance.

I looked at the dead woods from afar, and felt that there would be someone like the robber I met yesterday hidden inside, so I chose a road that seemed to be quite spacious.

At the end of the road, there was a long but very short earth wall. There was a hole in it and a dead tree trunk was inserted. Several people in yellow and coarse cloth clothes stood there and swayed like a group of homeless wild dogs.

When they saw me from afar, they shouted loudly: "That boy! Are you going to enter the city? Come here quickly, come here!"

I thought about it, walked over obediently, clasped my fists and said, "Hello, is there anyone inside? I want to find a place to sleep."

They looked at each other, and then burst into laughter for no reason. A dirty man with a big beard looked at the silver corner in my hand with his eyes squinted, and said, "Of course there is a place to sleep inside---you'll be fine if you don't wake up again!"

Then they began to laugh for no reason.

I thought this group of people was very strange, so I didn't want to pay attention to them and walked inside. But the dirty bearded man stopped me, and then said with his eyes slanted: "If you want to enter the city, pay the money for entering the city first."

I said wonderingly, "What is the cost of entering the city?"

Another very thin but equally dirty person said impatiently: "The cost of entering the city is the money you have. We have to pay for the territory of our money cow in this city."

I suddenly remembered the robber and said, "Huh? Yesterday someone said that if you want to think about this and leave behind to buy wealth, why do you also want money?"

The bearded man pushed me and cursed, "Bah! You little bastard, come and scold the old man - our money cow gang is a large official with registered gang, how can you be like those robbers who block the road! We are official people!"

I looked at them for a while and felt that they were not like the yamen runners that the master had told me. The constable murmured: "But you are obviously like that robber---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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