"Beside mother——"

The man next to me said loudly: "If you don't go, how can you not go?"

"We have no culture, and we don't know any boxing or martial arts. That's all we'll do in this life. Do we want our children to do the same thing and live like the two of us for the rest of their lives?!"

"Don't be soft-hearted at this time. Besides, it's not like I won't come back."

Fan Qing looked at the tall man, tall, but with a curved back.

He was very energetic when he spoke.

The old warlock in the real world frowned a little and said: "...--As Jian Kuang said, General Fan Qing's will, under the pressure of the ancient red dragon's fighting spirit, fled inside. If he is not careful, his soul will be confused.

I'm afraid there may be danger in my memory."

Shi Dalin's voice was a little harsh as he said, "What will happen?!"

The old warlock said: "It won't hurt your life. It's just that when a warrior reaches the fifth or sixth heaven, he pays special attention to the condensation of the soul. Only when the soul condenses into one, he finds his own path. By chance,

By coincidence, I took a step forward."

"Only by condensing one's own energy and spirit, and the fame of heaven and earth, can it be manifested in the auspicious body of the past, which is the so-called Dharma.

This is the so-called master realm. If this is the case and the soul is defeated, I am afraid that for the rest of my life, there will be no chance of reaching the master realm."

Shi Dalin became anxious: "Well, what should we do?"

"Sword-crazy old man, do you have any ideas?"

Murong Longtu just looked at Fan Qing, who had his eyes closed and a calm expression in the warlock formation that was swallowed up by the blood of the ancient red dragon, and had a reverse effect. There was a lot of surprise in his eyes.

This child seems to————·

Fan Qing didn't do anything, he just immersed himself in this kind of life.

At that time, my father had not had his legs broken by corrupt officials because of his greed for land, and my mother had not cried blindly. My father had broad shoulders.

I was talking with my mother about this year's harvest.

The harvest was good and the year was good.

The people's lives are gradually becoming more abundant, and their fortunes are rising rapidly.

The days of peace seem to be right in front of you. It's so close. It seems so close that you can touch it if you just raise your hand.

This happened when he was only a teenager. Looking back now, at that time, General Zhou was still alive and majestic.

I heard that there was a young general named Li Wanli in Dachen who came to the fore and won many battles. He had a young general named Yue Pengwu who was not many years older than him.

There was also an imperial uncle who became famous, and he also had a young general who was similar to him, named Xiao Wuliang. The two of them were almost like enemies.

I heard that Yue Pengwu was brave with a big spear, and Xiao Wuliang rushed into battle at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

But these have nothing to do with a young man from a village in Chen State.

At that time, when he heard the news, he only regarded it as something he could show off to his playmates, and then forgot about it. In that era, young heroes had already set foot on the world and galloped for the world.

At the same age, he just knew that he was going to be sent to a big city to be a warrior apprentice. Before leaving, he worked hard with his hoe, hoping to help his family share more of the burden.

My parents said that after years of saving, the family finally came up with ten taels of silver.

I took out all my plans and sent him to the Motian Sect Martial Arts Hall.

The Great Sect Master Ximen Hengrong of the Motian Sect broke through the Grand Master,

But the fee is still very fair. For ten taels of silver, you can become an apprentice. In three years, you will be responsible for food, food, housing and martial arts. After three years, if you can feel the spirit, you can stay. Not only will you not receive any money, but the previous ten taels of silver will be enough.

It will also be returned bit by bit.

A long time passed in my memory.

It was as if Fan Qing was really suppressed by the terrifying power of the ancient red dragon, and his soul collapsed into his own memory, refusing to condense, unwilling to face the terrifying ancient red dragon, and unwilling to face the ancient auspicious number one.

Just follow the memory, live in the past, give up on the future.

Soon, it was time to collect the grain every year. At this time, we had to borrow oxcarts to deliver the grain to the city. We also planned to send Fan Qing to the big city of Chen State at this time to collect the money he had saved for ten years.

Take out the money and send the children to practice martial arts.

The night of departure.

It was a rare occasion for my father to take out the turbid wine brewed at home.

In this age, this wine is considered a family heirloom. Normally, he would never be willing to take it out to drink, but this time he not only opened it to drink, but also poured him a glass.

The father and son clinked glasses under the candlelight. The old man said with a little expectation and rare contentment on his face:

"Your mother and I have never known a few Chinese characters in our lives, and we don't have any fists or feet. We only know how to bend down and dig for food in the land. Even if we are selling iron, we will give you up. Once you learn the skills, when the time comes, you

That’ll be fine.”

Fan Qing asked for the first time: "What's better?"

His father was stunned and could not answer, as if he had not thought about this question.

He just comforted him and said: "It's nothing. I don't have any skills, and I really can't tell you what truth you want me to say. Anyway, when you learn the skills, you can live a good life."

"That's good!"

Fan Qing was silent for a long time, just drinking.

When saying goodbye the next day.

My father was looking forward to it, but my mother was a little reluctant.

Fan Qing stood at the door of his house with a package on his back, looking at his face in the basin. He was young and immature, with a longing for the future. Fan Qing faced his parents and suddenly knelt on the ground.

His mother burst into tears and hid beside her to wipe her tears. His father said, "Why are you doing this? It's not like I won't come back. Just come back often from now on."

Fan Qing kowtowed three times in a row and then raised his head.

It seems that I saw the scene where my father had his legs broken, my mother cried blindly, and then died, and I saw the miserable situation after I came back,

I saw the phantom of a peaceful and prosperous age disappear and become shattered. It was clearly within reach, but it was like fishing for the moon in the water.

I saw the scene where I went to kill an official with a knife, was tied up, and put on death row with my tattoo.

This is the past that has already happened, but this time in memory is only the future that is not yet clear.

Fan Qing's father said: "I'll just come back more in the future."

Fan Qing looked at them and said: "...--I'm not coming back."

His father was a little sad: "But when people grow old, they have to return to their roots."

Fan Qing did not answer, but once again, the past came to an end.

This is the fourth song of the first song, with three gods and four ghosts, which are used to bid farewell to those who have passed away.

Just learning skills will not make you better.

Fan Qing whispered.

He suddenly remembered a few fragments of the poem that the man had recited.

The child is determined to leave his hometown, and he vows not to return until he succeeds in his studies.

Why do we need a graveyard to bury our bones?

There are green mountains everywhere in the world.

Today, I finally understand.

There is no need for a graveyard to bury the bones. A man walks on the road.

Where you die and where you are buried, there is no turning back.

Fan Qing raised his head, his eyes filled with wisps of divine light. The gentle memories around him dissipated. The roar of the ancient red dragon echoed in his ears. He held the sword in his hand and his eyes were blazing.

Like fire.

Don't go home, don't look back.

Holding the sword in both hands, he raised it and stabbed it suddenly towards the ground. The sharp sword edge penetrated the earth easily. The pain of the blood of the ancient red dragon appeared again, but this time, Fan Qingqiang held on.

Swallow the blood of this red dragon.

Beside Fan Qing, a lion from the clouds descended to the world, raising its head and roaring,

One person, one Dharma form, both howling and roaring.

It is about one's past, one's own sadness, a determination against one's past sufferings, and an unwilling roar against the troubled world that caused all of this.

Life is like a tiny grass, aspiration is high!

But, why in the world!

We, you and me, are as deadly as tiny grasses?! Does your ambition to change the world depend on your bloodline?!

Even the wild dogs that are scolded by people on the roadside will gallop until they die under the starlight of this troubled world.

Shi Dalin and others were enjoying themselves when they suddenly saw the blood of the ancient red dragon being shaken away and disappearing. In an instant, the lion figure beside Fan Qing roared low, transformed, and vaguely took on the shape of a dragon.

It looks like a unicorn, but it doesn't seem so.
To be continued...