MTL - Bestial Blade-Chapter 13 The first knife (medium)

After a quarrel between Chang'an and Bei Shi, they felt much better, and their chest tightness seemed to be eliminated a little.

This is the first time he has quarreled with others. For the little rabbits in the condor tribe, Chang'an has always been very disdainful, one by one whispering and softening as soon as possible, there is nothing really noisy with them.

And his former guardians were all philosophers Ayan, who was angry, and he was so angry that he could n’t sleep all night and could n’t sleep. The next day he coughed as if he wanted to break his breath. Shake it several times.

Ayan couldn't even beat it--Chang'an has never seen his aunt look like him. The only thing he knows about a woman is like Ayan, her arms are very warm, and her voice is quiet and thin. It makes people fall asleep while listening. She is so soft that nothing is enough for her own sentimentality. When she feels sad, she keeps crying. Chang'an always fears that the water in her body has been drained by her like this. Where can she dare to mess with her?

Hmm ... there's a carpenter, not to mention that.

Beishi? ... at first glance, he was very strong, strong and strong, and Chang'an didn't worry about angering him.

Chang'an knew that Bei Bei was so powerful. To what extent he could not imagine it. The child has discovered that all unheard monsters on the whole hill will escape from Beibei. However, out of instinct, Chang'an is not afraid of him, but has an inexplicable sense of trust.

He just knew that this man wouldn't hurt him.

Changan suffered the first setback but did not give up.

After taking a sigh of relief, he raised the knife again, and once again invested in invisible exercises. This time, the frequency of his small knife shots was reduced, and he was trying to figure out and adjust each knife. The portrait grew on that knife, and everything around him could not disturb him.

Until it was late, Bei Shi came over and took him away, intending to make him fire. Changan snorted suddenly. He woke up like a dream and found that the tender skin in the middle of his two palms had been completely worn by the knife handle.

Chang'an didn't care about it. He grinned his teeth for a while, and then wiped the blood on himself without any care, like a snot, and jumped to the fire.

Bei Shi was going to ask him if it hurts, so he got stuck in his mouth under the back of a trot running with blood on his body.

The man froze for a while, and finally laughed: "Little animal."

The small animal kept studying hard every day, and didn't stop for a moment. Every night, he climbed to the roof to sleep by himself. Bei Shi casually said that he was serious.

The daily life content of Bei Shi is basically hunting, collecting medicine, and taking care of the malt or cast knives planted in his garden. The cast knives depends on his mood, sometimes he does not see him for ten and a half months, sometimes No rest for three days and five days.

In addition, he was actually very boring. When he got the time, he pointed to Chang'an, or squatted down and talked to him with a few words.

At the beginning, Chang'an was still amused by him and wanted to bite. Over time, he became accustomed to it, and gradually practiced a mastery of anger and outrageousness. He knew everything about swordmanship at first, and he got the guidance of the Northern Interpretation. He even learned from it, one day ... Unfortunately, he couldn't go a thousand miles.

The knife can only be practiced, and then understand that he still can't catch the lines on the acacia tree, and can't wave such a fast knife.

But he was not discouraged.

Chang'an knew that what Bei Bei taught him was a great skill. The more amazing it is, the less it can be practiced by everyone. In this case, it must be extremely difficult.

Although he is small, he understands the truth in his heart: something unique in the world must be exchanged for the unique suffering in the world.

Three months have passed, and Chang'an has been living like a barbeque, and he never mentioned to Bei Shi to enter the house.

It's a pity that Qiongmao Tree still stood there in a spirited spirit, accepting the challenge of this uncontrollable little cub day after day, but Chang'an had already given his first knife to his mouth.

He had become thinner, and it was a look that had hurt Acacia—the tea was missing, and the bones were standing still. But his eyes were very clear, unshakable and not confused.

Bei Shi looked on coldly, and felt that the little wolf cub didn't look like a child, like an ascetic with no hesitation.

The man slowly began to move, remembering a word his teacher once said to him: if a person can truly be utterly mindless, he only thinks about one thing from morning to night, and only does this one thing In less than three years, you can be a small one, in ten years you can be a large one, in thirty years ... he can be the world's unparalleled.

Bei Shi once did not understand. Is anyone really able to think about one thing except eating and drinking Lazar?

Now he met Changan.

Half a year later, winter has arrived, and Shirayuki whistled down from the peak of Yufeng Mountain, covering the entire northern continent. That day, the sky was always gloomy. After the afternoon, heavy snow fell like a goose feather.

Bei Shi has prepared all the food for the winter, warmed himself to a glass of wine from the agar tree, sat silently by the bed, and looked at Chang'an in the backyard.

The wind couldn't move him or the shower couldn't move him. Bei Shi looked in his eyes and felt that let alone snow, it was a knife, and that small animal could stand in the yard and cut trees.

I saw Chang'an holding the handle by both hands and staring firmly at the trunk of the acacia tree. This time, he stood there, still motionless, holding the long knife on his arm. In his eyes, except the tree Besides, it seems like I can't hold anything else.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, hitting Changan in large groups, and the little child was about to be buried.

Bei Shi was surprised to find that Chang's breathing length changes with some regularity. With his eyesight, he can see that the little guy wants to be integrated with the tree. The flashing tree pattern and the long breathing of the child There was something strange involved.

Bei Shi could not help but stood up.

At that moment, he saw the little guy move, and now Chang'an still only has one move—the one he used to kill the eagle wolf, and slashed sideways at the moment when the blade sent him, using the rotation of the entire body As well as the power of the earth, the blade then “hummed” and split the large group of snowflakes in the air, colliding with the hard bark. Bei Shi ’s pupils could not help shrinking.

He saw the score clearly, the child actually captured the tree pattern of the acacia tree, but the edge of the blade was not reached. He was exhausted and could not send the knife in. The bark of the tree was clear for the first time. White seal.

The blade suddenly rolled up, took off from Changan's hand, flew a few feet away, Changan flew forward two steps, shook it, fell down, and did not get up again.

Bei Shi quickly dropped his wine glass, strode forward, and picked up Chang'an, but found that the child's complexion was blue, and his lips were purple. It looked like he was suffocating. Not to his heartbeat!

Changan was caught in his hand, unconsciously clutching his chest, desperately trying to curl up, but couldn't move.

He couldn't see or feel anything except the point of his heart, and he felt numb, and the numbness revealed an inexplicable pain, which slowly spread from his heart to his entire chest and back.

He gasped, sulking, and couldn't even breathe in.

Bei Shi pressed a few times on his chest, seeing that the child had no response, and in a hurry, he punched him in the chest. Chang'an was like a dying fish, and he straightened his body. Stiff as if a bow full.

For a moment, Bei Shi almost thought he was dead.

However, it seemed to be a long time, and it seemed only for a moment, Changan trembled, and finally breathed out gently, slowly closed his eyes, planted softly in his arms, Bei Shi pressed on his chest The palm of my hand felt the chaotic heartbeat coming through the delicate and fragile bones.

Bei Shao paused for a moment, carefully picked up Chang'an, took off his robe and wrapped him, wiped the wet drops of cold sweat or snow from his head, and carried Chang'an into the room.

This relieved him, as if he had experienced some life and death.

Changan woke up in the middle of the night that Bei Shi knew. He heard the child cough twice and quickly got up, so he pretended to fall asleep and didn't wake up, waiting to see what he was going to do.

Chang'an sat with his chest on the bed for a while-Beishi's punch was not too weak, he almost interrupted his bones, his chest became blue, and he had to be swollen for ten and a half months, then he eased With a sigh of relief, he quietly picked up the half-length pillow, dragged the small thin quilt made of tattered animal skins, and carried these onto the roof.

Just slept in the heavy snow.

He quarreled with Bei Shi on weekdays, and did not know how to respect the teacher, but always remembered the promise of "not to cut a tree in a shed, and not to enter the house", and carried it to the end with meticulous care.

But in such a cold night, how could the little cub who was not covered with two or two flesh bear the cold?

Sure enough, after a while, the sound of tree chopping came from the forest in the backyard. Bei Shi stood by the window and, with the clear and cold snow, watching Chang'an acted a bit awkwardly to practice the knife.

It seems that Xiaozi has come up with a practical and wonderful way to dispel cold.

Bei Shi suddenly felt faintly ... this little apprentice, he would not accept it.

The most important talent for those who take the knife is not the clever mind that never forgets, nor the powerful body, but the courage to believe in their indestructibility, and the perseverance that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Bei Shi hesitated for a while, he also rarely hesitated several times in his life, but this time, he hesitated suddenly.

A person has seen more things, and his judgment will be relatively accurate. However, a person's life is limited, he can never see everything, and he cannot be right every time.

Bei Shi himself doesn't know what will happen to such a child in the future.

He couldn't judge, and even couldn't remember, when he was as old as Changan, what kind of heart did he use to treat the knife in his hand.

The night wind rolled over the piece of acacia tree, blowing the rustling branches of the leafless branches, and falling snow fell.