Chapter 64 Above Ten Thousand

Xiao Yichen, who was carrying the red sky on his back, arrived here at this moment and broke the sky with a word.

Everything seemed to stand still for a moment. The only thing that was moving was the silent wind, which blew up Xiao Yichen's green shirt, and his bright face was full of perseverance, as if the faith in his heart made him say it desperately.

Sura, it's a very distant fact.

At least in the past, until now, it is a legend, a bloodthirsty legend.

Xiao Yichen couldn't associate the old man who looked like a remnant of the wind and the legendary Shura.

In the age of 40, full of silver hair, I teach myself kung fu over and over again, and I am lonely all year round. Every night, the wine gourd that has existed since the day Xiao Yichen's impression may become the ultimate dependence of the person called "master" by Xiao Yichen.

"Kid, do you know why I brought you here?" A young man squatted and smiled cheerfully at Xiao Yichen when he was a child a few years ago, but behind this cheerfulness, with inexplicable sadness.

That year, Xiao Yichen was only three years old.

"I don't know." Xiao Yichen opened her flashing eyes and was not afraid at all.

"Cough, cough, cough." The young man suddenly coughed violently and was out of control. He coughed for a long time before he gasped. If there was a master there, he could know at a glance that the young man had suffered a very serious internal injury.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Yichen, who was not knowledgeable about the world, was a little afraid to ask. Although he was robbed by the stranger in front of him, he was not afraid at all, but a little worried.

"Haha." The young man suddenly stopped coughing, but his body still trembled slightly. He forcibly pressed the injury, laughed and said, "Someone wants to kill me, but I'm not that easy to kill."

"Why did they kill you?"

"Maybe my hands are covered with blood."

The young man looked at his hands.

Unusually pale.

Is this the blood-stained hands?

Xiao Yichen didn't know what to say. At a young age, he would not understand so many difficult things to let go. He carefully squeezed the corners of his clothes and twisted his young body restlessly.

Xiao Yichen has not forgotten this scene so far.

"From today on, I may have to take a break for a while, cough." After the young man finished speaking, he began to cough violently again.

After coughing for a long time, Xiao Yichen waited for a long time and couldn't help sitting on the ground.

When the young man saw Xiao Yichen sitting on the ground, he still coughed for a long time. Finally, he stopped and sat on the ground with Xiao Yichen without scruples.

When night falls, there is no moon, only stars blinking like eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Xiao Yichen."

"Xiao Yichen?" The young man read it again, nodded silently, and whispered alone, "Sure enough, he didn't go up to his promise. It's really difficult to find such a seedling."

"Who are your parents?"

"I don't know."

Xiao Xiao Yichen answered simply and did not intend to explain anything. Although he was only three years old, he already had more wisdom than many peers.

"No parents? Haha." The young man laughed again, as if he was extremely happy because of Xiao Yichen's answer.

Xiao Yichen laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" The young man wondered.

"Because I saw you laughing, I think I should laugh." Xiao Yichen's answer was very simple, and there was no other element in her clear eyes.

"You don't feel that the world is unfair because you don't have parents?"

The young man hesitated for a moment and asked this question. He did not treat Xiao Yichen as a child.

"Do you feel unfair because someone wants to kill you?" Xiao Yichen tilted her head and asked.

"Haha, sure enough, for my nature, from today on, you are my apprentice, the only apprentice I have received in my life."

The young man stood up and said to Xiao Yichen very seriously.

Xiao Yichen stood up without showing any weakness.

"Why do I have to be your apprentice?"

The young man said word by word, "Because you have no choice."

Xiao Yichen, who is young, can only obey the arrangement of fate, although he is more or less reluctant.

How many people want to be the apprentice of this young man in front of him?

Countless hands can't be counted.

The young man does not intend to explain anything. Once he determines what he has, no reason can be reversed. It is such a paranoid personality that has cast a frightening reputation for his life.

Walking alone to one side, looking at the deep sky without the moon, looking at the stars, and sighing, "Seven kills are born, I should do something."

Scenes of the past come to my mind with melancholy.

"The child in Kunlun should not let me down. After all these years, her third child is so old."

"Cangling!"

A blood-stained sword carried by the young man was pulled out. Under the faint starlight, there was still sharp sword light, shining brightly in Xiao Yichen's eyes.

"I can't use this sword. I'll give it to you in the future."

"Jingle."

The sword of the emperor, which made countless people jealous, was randomly inserted into a stone mountain by young people, and many sparks gushed out, which was particularly obvious at night.

"When you can pull it out one day, it belongs to you."

After saying this sentence, the young man finally fell down.

When the young man woke up, several silver-white hair appeared on the top of his head, but the injury was obviously much better, at least in Xiao Yichen's eyes.

The first year, the second year, the third year.

Until the tenth year.

In those years, the young man had white temples, and in the past ten years, Xiao Yichen had not learned any moves except for learning to strengthen his body.

On this day, the man he called the master finally called him with a solemn face.

"How many years?"

"Just ten years."

"What do you want to ask?"

"No."

One big and one small, one question and one answer.

Thirteen-year-old Xiao Yichen has the maturity and stability that adults can only have. She is no longer the height of the three-year-old child at the beginning. In ten years, she has received training that can be called mean. She grited her teeth and persisted without any complaints.

Because the man in front of him told him that if you want to become a person under one person and above ten thousand people, you must "work his muscles and bones and starve his skin" as the book says.

"Very good, from today on, you can not do those simple and trivial boring things." The man from young to middle-aged said to him with admiration.

Xiao Yichen did not cheer at all. He knew that real life had begun.

I don't know how many years this study.

A middle-aged man taught him a lot of wonderful things. In addition to teaching him every trick that he had told him not to pass it on, he did not say anything superfluous.

That day still arrived.

Xiao Yichen was once again called to the man who had been in seclusion for more than ten years.

"What I can teach you is almost the same." The silver-white man coughed, and the hidden disease was still the same. There are a few more wrinkles on his face, and his hair has changed from black to white. He looks like an old man.

"Are I leaving?" Xiao Yichen, who grew up to be a young man, asked softly, as if it were another reincarnation.

"After going out, kill Kunlun directly."

"Good."

The two masters and apprentices are so similar.

"I have an agreement with him, and he won't stop you. The young generation in Kunlun, you just challenge and win. Let me know when you come back. If you lose, don't come back." The man who was suspected to be an old man then said that there were only the vicissitudes left by the years in his eyes.

"What else do you want to ask?"

Xiao Yichen hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't help asking, "Master, what's your name?"

The man hesitated for a moment and still gave the answer: "After going out, if you hear someone say that Shura is dead, tell him for me that Shura is not dead, lives well, and can live for another few decades. In addition, you can't mention these two words to anyone. It's for your own good.

"Good."

Xiao Yichen walked to the front of the stone mountain more than ten years ago, held the dusty hilt and twitched fiercely.

"Dang Ding!"

A sword was pulled out by Xiao Yichen. More than a decade ago, the sharpness remained unchanged. The only difference was that the sword body was snow-white and there was no blood stains.

Inserting the sword into the scabbard on his back for more than ten years, Xiao Yichen left this place without looking back.

He didn't dare to look back, because he was afraid that he would cry.

The master said that no matter how much a man suffers and hurts, he must endure it silently. If you cry, you are not a real man.

From the moment he turned around, Xiao Yichen said secretly from the bottom of his heart.

I want to stand above ten thousand people.