Chapter 314 Between Habit and Unaccustomed

Half of her black hair was like thousands of black silk on her senior sister's head, and the smell of ink began to soak on her left half of her head like pen and ink, rendering half of her original silver snow hair into ink, beautiful ink.

Jun Wen looked at the senior sister's waved Xiu hand, looked at her figure standing quietly by the stream, and then slowly passed by her side.

In his hand, he still carried the wooden barrel containing the little red fish. There was no clear stream in the bucket, only a bucket of blood that was more red than the little red fish itself. Jun asked to the riverside, walked to the river bank where the sword sat with Lin Yi, and then nodded to the weak sword.

Then he nodded to Lin Yi with a calm face.

Lin Yi looked at the young man in a bamboo hat in front of him and didn't say anything. To be precise, this was their first meeting and they didn't know each other.

Junwen walked to the stream and guessed the surface of the stream with half of his foot. However, the stream was not full of his straw shoes and never wet his feet on the straw mat. He carefully placed the wooden barrel on the surface of the water, gently turned up the bottom of the barrel, poured all the blood accumulated in the bucket from the bucket, and then mixed into the clear stream water. .

A bright red blood stain bloomed from the stream, which was more red than the blood on the thigh of a sword before.

The blood water was gently buffered by the stream until a rolling little red fish jumped into the stream. After a bang, the little red fish swam weakly in the stream twice, and then swam back to the river side and swam to Junwen.

The little red fish is very clever, and some fat bodies are round. It gently swings its fins and twists its weak tail. The blood on the stream has completely dissipated in the stream. Nothing can be clearer and pure in the stream than the little red fish in the stream.

This is a transparent stream, which seems not deep, but it is untouchable.

Junwen looked at the stream, looked at his own destiny, and saw that it had been injured by its own strength. However, at this time, the little red fish gently trembled and swam to the barrel full of water, swimming from the new barrel.

Junwen pulled the barrel out of the stream, and his squatting body stood up slightly. He turned to the sword beside him and looked at his blood stains and broken fingers. He couldn't help but feel chilling. For Junwen, although he had more experience than a sword, and occasionally killed a few people, but the people he killed They are all people who can remember themselves.

He looked at the sword and said blankly, "A sword, you were too stubborn just now!"

Hearing this, the pale and ugly face suddenly smiled, but he couldn't see a trace of smoothness. He said sarcastically, "Sometimes if you fight for something, you will always get more. If I choose to retreat and escape before every crisis, and keep myself on the road without injury, then it's like How can I really understand the meaning of kendo!"

Junwen has always had some admiration for the persistence of a sword, but it is just admiration hidden in the bottom of his heart. However, whether it is admiration or admiration, but when Junwen saw the palm of the other party's white bones mixed with flesh and blood, these so-called feelings began to be replaced by another kind of affection.

Junwen slowly put down the fishing rod and barrel in his hand, then sat cross-legged next to a sword, and continued to say, "I know that you have been addicted to kendo and kendo since you were accepted as a student by your husband, but kendo returns to kendo. Even if you are addicted and crazy, you can't let yourself practice. There is an accident on the way."

Speaking of this, Jun Wen couldn't help taking a breath and then said, "Now your right hand has broken four fingers, and the remaining finger is only maintained by skin and flesh, which is equivalent to abandonment. You can't even hold the sword at all. Why do you practice again?"

Hearing this, he won't say that the sword himself will be hit. Even Lin Yi, who listened quietly, can't hear it. He doesn't know the young man in front of him, but after all, he is not a fool, so he can vaguely guess that the other party is his brother, even older than a sword.

So, Lin Yi, who was beside him, grabbed the words and said before the sword, "Brother, this is not good!"

A senior brother attracted all the attention of Junwen. Yijian heard the little brother's mouth and thought that he had understood that although the other party's cultivation was not as good as himself during this period of contact with the other party, the social experience was really old-fashioned, so that he swallowed the words that were about to spit out to refute Jun's question quietly. , waiting for my little brother to continue to speak, looking forward to what the other party can use to reply to your question.

They only heard Lin Yi continue to say, "Although Brother Yijian is seriously injured in this battle and his right hand has fallen with four fingers, practice is to cultivate an unwavering will, an unyielding spirit, and a lifelong determination not to submit to Haotian, so even if Brother Yijian loses his right hand, he still has left Hands, legs, and his living heart, so he will naturally have the capital to continue to practice.

When Lin Yi said this, there was a violent explosion in his ear.

The sky was full of red light. The senior sister controlled the big red fish to attack Uncle Gu next to the poplar tree. The big red fish collided with the knife and shocked the sky. Looking up, Lin Yi saw the middle-aged man who was fighting with his senior sister in the distance. He knew that the other party was a powerful practitioner, and it was also sent by Lu Changyun or Xiao De. The hatred in the killer's heart couldn't help deepening a little.

He came to his senses and continued, "For me, as long as a practitioner lives, he will not give up or can he give up. This is like if the enemy stands in front of you, and you have no hands and feet, if you still have a mouth, you will definitely stop those useless begging for mercy and nonsense. Finally, bite the other party to death with his mouth!"

Hearing this, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned by the person in front of him. He looked at the other party very seriously and knew that the other party was the little brother he had explained before.

The younger brother is by no means an ordinary younger brother, or what the other party said seems to be plain, but the decision is a rare truth, so if you want to speak again, you have to think carefully and think about it.

Therefore, you asked silently for a long time, until the senior sister controlled the big red fish to explode completely. It was not until an extremely dazzling silver light emerged from the red light, and a black and white two-color lotus gushed out of the broken body of the big red fish and rushed to the uncle Gu with a sword. He said, "It's not easy to practice. I know that what the little brother said is true, but a sword has always only used his right hand to make a sword, and how can he use his left hand to use the strong sword as before!"

Lin Yi withdrew his eyes and said firmly on his face, "Left hand and right hand, aren't they still hands? And the reason why they look different in people's feelings is that they exist between habits and habits.

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