How do you manage a pedigree in a martial arts world?
He threw his sword in the middle of a bloody river and went to sell the crabs.
One.
When the deputy chief was not yet a deputy, he was only a disciple from the outer room of Green City Hill.
He was born in the country. When I was eight years old, my home was flooded, leaving home, killing my parents in the stinking alley of the capital and becoming an orphan. Since then, they have been roaming the streets and learned how to cheat.
When I was 11 years old, I was in a good mood to touch a bag of money and saved a wounded man and hid him in the alley where I lived. The man survived several days, and when he left he was weak in saying he would come back for him.
He didn’t expect much either.
And then the guy really came back.
On that day, he was beaten and beaten with sugar cane peels on the ground. Then suddenly he came down from the sky, and he was guarded behind him. And this time he was angry with his fresh garments and upon the heavenly sword, standing before him, and fearing none.
He was a great warrior.
He was taken back to the Green City Mountain, washed with his face full of dirt, put on the clothes of his disciples, and the fabric was so soft that he could not touch himself. He smiled at his pretty little man in the mirror and he laughed at him in the mirror.
His life seems to have changed at once.
[Beeping]
He worked hard on Green Hill.
He had just entered the door with a little wooden sword, and every night he wiped it with his garments, as if he were wiping the edge of the world.
He became his uncle.
From other people, he learned how great his sword was, how great he was, how powerful he was, and how evil his enemies were, and every time he could return.
He does not know how much he worships.
He wants to be a warrior too. Whoever picks up sugar cane is beaten up, then he rises up and lays down his sword in the heavens, and the earth is not afraid.
The day he returned, he ran to see him with his little wooden sword and wanted to show him his new sword.
In the yard, the master is talking to the master.
He said, “How’s the Siqi kid? I’m sorry.
“The master was suffocating: he was too old and had been broken in his left leg, and he was able to learn martial arts and build something in martial arts. Besides, he’s got a bad bone, you and I both know it. I’m sorry.
Uncle didn’t talk.
He said, “I know that he saved your life, and you are grateful to him and merciful to him, seeking to repay him. But the child’s wish is the child’s wish. He wants to be a warrior today. Maybe he won’t do it tomorrow. He eats and is warm in the mountains, and you do not have to blame yourself. I’m sorry.
“That’s all I can do. I’m sorry.
He was depressed and boasted that he learned his maths and articles quickly and well, and never caused trouble. He has a sweet mouth, a good friend and a good friend.
And he said, “I had a life the other day, and he went to the back of the hill to find a mosquito-exposed fragrance, and he used to grind a set of pieces of chess to make me look good, just because the mosquitoes stung several bags while I was playing chess. “So the children of the poor are full of hearts.” With a lot of heart, how can you concentrate on your martial arts and inherit my clothes? But as long as you don’t go astray, you won’t be too bad. I’m sorry.
Uncle whispered.
“Senior Zhou has recently taken the sword to the sixth floor. I’m sorry.
He smiled and smiled: “Is that so?” I’m sorry.
Master, a beard, a smile.
In the back, he didn’t listen, he slipped away with a wooden sword.
Luo Ziu is the master. He’s seen one. He’s heard it a hundred times.
[3]
The first time he saw Loko, he kicked him with his classmates and accidentally kicked him to the master ‘ s yard and hung him on a branch.
Although he was a senior, he entered the house the lateest and the worst, and he was always the one who was sent, so he went over the wall with a limp.
There’s a young man in white like snow practicing swords.
He just looked at it, and he went crazy. I woke up crying.
He could have seen how good swordsmanship was then. He knew that he could not do it, that it would never be possible to do it in his lifetime, and that there was a sense of utter sadness.
But in addition to jealousy, he was even more fortunate: “I can’t practice, but someone in the world has. I saw it with my own eyes. I’m sorry.
Young Man takes his sword and looks up at him. He had very quiet and clear eyes, with peach blossoms and skies.
He was seen by the Young Man, who was forced to ride against the wall and applaud him, and fell down between his hands.
The Young Man picked up the chin and handed it over.
He reached out and said, “Hello, my name is…”
“Since.” “There came a group of young men and young girls dressed in fine blues with sharp swords in their hands, just like the Young Man.
Let’s go! They shouted hello to him.
“Come on. The young man passed his bow into his hand and turned away.
He didn’t have time to introduce himself.
I climbed down the wall and my brothers touched him and asked if he had been seen: “If the master knew, he’d have to scold us! I’m sorry.
“There is no master, but someone is practicing swords. I’m sorry.
He told his brothers what was going on in the wall, that they had each other’s eyes on each other, like, “Oh, Loko. I’m sorry.
He asked who Loko was, and all his students had left their mouths covered in jealousy.
“They’re not like us. “We call the Master the Master, we’re just famous.” They’re from everyone. Unlike us, with a broken wooden sword. I’m sorry.
[4]
Next, he asked about Lotte.
He was born in the first place. He was 13 years old, and only the master and the uncle were able to speak with him. The other side of the coin has been identified as the next Qingcheng Mountain Master, who will see another legend.
No one dares to say, but everyone is waiting for Loko to grow up to be the number one.
He heard that he couldn’t even get jealous and sat there and thought, “This is life.”
He wants life.
He’s got a strange care for Loko: He thought Loko was the other one in the world, the one who had not suffered any misfortune. He cast a good child, born with a gift, and had no broken legs, nor was he hungry, nor was he a good teacher, nor was he a good friend, as if everything in the heavens and the earth were helping him, and nothing was keeping him from the top of the forest.
He suddenly realized why he suffered so much. He was afraid that the world was fair, that Loko’s life was so good, that the other one in the world was like two sides of the mirror.
He thinks it’s good.
“If it’s bad luck, it’s bad luck. He made a wish on his knees when he gave him oil. “Low Zion will be safe and safe and will be the best in the world.” I’m sorry.
What he couldn’t do, he prayed that Loko could.
Loko had everything he wanted.
5th
After having watched the sword once again, he said to his master that he had no more use of martial arts.
Even though he was named, he was able to speak to his master because of his uncle.
Master said, “What do you want? I’m sorry.
He said: “I have no intention but to take care of my master’s food and food, and to make him filial.” I’m sorry.
Master sighs his breath.
He was at first taking care of the food and living, and washed his hands and made soup, and delivered letters for the master. He knew every man of the great sect, but he knew the details of every man.
Access to the storeroom began gradually. How much did it cost to cast the iron today? How much did it charge tomorrow? He said, ‘You do good, and your eyes do good.’ He was allowed to enter and enter the Chamber of the Secret Service, where he was allowed to record the secret of martial arts.
Then I’ll go out with the Master.
They’re all front-ends with a face and they’re laughing in front of their master.
In the past few years, Loko went out and followed his uncle to the upper part of the river and became famous.
It smells from the wall to the outside.
He had a secret pleasure.
I’ve got a kid who’s grown up, and I’m from the Green Hill.
[Six]
When Loko was 18, he finally went back to Green Hill.
He was so excited that he made a new dress for him with the newly collected clouds in his storeroom. And there’s a sidekick that makes itself a belt. He can’t wear his master’s robe, so he’ll have a bit of Loriko’s joy.
He also prepared a pot of wine to respect it while it was crowded and fun.
This time, he must not be as absurd as he was when he was 13 years old, and he should have solemnly told him his name, which he had known for a long time.
But there was a sudden incident in the house.
A few pages were made up blindly. Fortunately, he took a look at it when he was released from the court, and he had a copy of it.
There were no other copies in the Chamber, and he immediately copied a copy of it, and the next morning he was sent out, and then, secretly, he ran over the man who had touched his heart and caught him.
When Lo Ziu came to the court to thank him, he was holding a long whip and tortured.
“Thank you very much. I’m sorry.
It was the first time Loko spoke to him, but he didn’t make a sound.
Lotte will be gone soon. It’s not far away to sing and dance to level the dust for him.
That night, he alone drank a bottle of wine and watched the blood on the white belt, regretting it.
Unfortunately, he realized that Loko was light, that he was a shadow, and that since he was different, he should not know.
He’s just looking down at him.
[7]
He took away a few of the traitors in secret. Master is getting old and ready to pass it on in Loko.
Only a few months later, Master suddenly called him.
When he arrived, he found two other peers in the hospital.
One is known to his family, who often travels with his master, and the other, after the great joy, is rich and well-versed.
Three people work together, and they look at each other.
Soon after, he heard two footsteps coming from front of the hall.
When he looks up, he wears a sword in white, standing in a hall like a sword in a sacrificial sacrificial saber.
He grew tall and had a long face, but his eyes were as quiet and clear five years ago.
When he touched his eyes, he kept his head down.
After what he said, he didn’t even listen. Fortunately, he sent them away.
Master turned back to Locho: “These three men, one long-sleeved, one good at managing money.” I’m sorry.
“And what about the other?”
“He will do anything.” I’m sorry.
Master told him to choose.
Loko took a bamboo stick, looked out the window and wrote three words.
“fw-op”
The day Loko was the master, he was the deputy.
Lorraine’s micro-capsure: “Associate Master.” I’m sorry.
He was scared and flattered, and he prayed to the end: “The Master.” I’m sorry.
“Who is Loko?” What a great kung fu! I’m sorry.
“You’re in charge of the affairs of the door, and he’s the one who did it. I’m sorry.
And he stood next to Loko, watching their white robes float, except for Loko’s sleeves and her skirts rolling blue, and he didn’t, and his heart said, “What good is there in this world?
It’s getting more and more exciting.
And for a long time his name was forgotten.
He’s only called “the deputy head.”
Nine.
He’s not in Green Hill.
Every time he went out, the deputy was busy for half a month.
“It’s almost winter, and he’s got the mink. I’m sorry.
“What if you can’t find a place to stay outside?” I’m sorry.
The deputy director said, “The gold acreage with a little gold acne, and the anointing of Angs, and a smoky smoky light.” I’m sorry.
“Does the Mazzas have any more? He can’t sit around and get cold. I’m sorry.
The deputy director: “Saline sauce for him, just a little bit, not much, and you can taste it when you cook your own food in the wilderness.” I’m sorry.
“Let’s get some more wine for the cold.” I’m sorry.
The doorman finally couldn’t stand it: “The master is going for a walk, not for a camp.” I’m sorry.
“How can you walk in the streets if you can’t eat or drink?” I’m sorry.
And then again, I think I’m starting to think: “I don’t have everything, but I can buy it outside, so the money should be ready. I’m sorry.
Now hold on to the account book and see where he can afford it, and pay him for it.
He has arranged for him to send things to him, but no one dares.
The doorman looked at the mountain and looked at it as a burden: “I think that the head of the house is a scolder. Chief, you go on your own. I’m sorry.
“I’m not going! I’ll give it to him? I won’t give it to him! I won’t!
Later, it was sent by the youngest student.
I’m going to go in fear and jump.
“What does the Master say? I’m sorry.
“The master said nothing, but seemed happy, and shared the wine with his friend, and went down the mountain together. I’m sorry.
The vice-minister was relieved, and then he was afraid: “The master brought so many things, was inconvenient, was travelling with friends, and was mocked. I’m sorry.
So the vice-minister went crazy about buying property and setting up a partition.
It’s all over the place.
“The Green Towns are ambitious.” I’m sorry.
“How dirty is the inn, so it’s best to keep the inn in the booth, where the towels are burned.” I’m sorry.
Ten.
The head of the company occasionally sends letters. It’s Peachflower.
The deputy chief replied with fear, full of rice and salt sauce and tea.
The master changed it to specialty.
Co-Chancellor loves Caucasian crabs.
There are cave crabs in the Qingcheng Mountains.
Eleven.
The master is young, the sword of the Jade sword has gone out of his way, and there are many who challenge him.
There are ways to deal with such a duel.
He wants to show them how to fight swords, raise the hand of the master and cheer for him, whatever the outcome, to build them first.
And the master usually doesn’t lose.
The Vice-Chancellor has asked for a poem, a gift, and a musician to sing, sing in the country, sing in the city well, and for a while, no one knows which unwieldy bastard Luo Zhiu won on the hill. It’s a great novel with a master in it.
The master’s reputation is growing, and the number of people he challenges is diminishing.
Finally, the full moon night, the top of the Forbidden House, the master challenging the world first.
He fought for three days and three nights, and the deputy director kneeled on his knees on a faraway green hill.
Win.
At the next martial arts conference, the leader was elected the winner.
[12]
The Qingcheng Hill has a flowering party in Luoyang, to be served as a dinner party for my colleagues.
The Master is at the front door and the Deputy is busy.
What people, what food, what houses to rent, how many red cloths to put on the beams, how many gifts to give, how many seats to sit on, how much difference to buy in East and West, and how close Shaolin and Wudang’s disciples are beaten up too close to him. He was newly dressed in white and had been poured into alcohol for not one hour, and Shaolin martial arts monks did.
The anger of the two families had finally subsided, and the people had settled and the Master had come to power. The deputy director was listening to his first speech as the master of the martial arts, and there was a fire in the backyard. He blew up his whole body and went to the backyard to pick up his sleeves and throw a fire with the doorman.
He’s carrying a bucket of water, and he hears it in the front yard, and he says, “First of all, I want to thank the deputy. I’m sorry.
He’s a whiff.
Again, I would like to thank the deputy. I’m sorry.
He’s been waiting longer.
“In conclusion, I would like to thank the vice-president. I’m sorry.
The deputy was hit by the man in the back, and the new clothes were completely out of order.
The first intervention by the head of the martial arts coalition was such a mess.
But he was happy.
He made a glass of water out of a large bowl in the backyard, which he could not see at the head of the household.
Here’s to him.
This moment of glory belongs to both of them, even if he did not stand on the stage, he had no name, and no one but him knew it, but it really belonged to them.
He’s been waiting for him since he was 13 years old.
He did not see it with his own eyes, but he did his best behind his head.
When he changes his clothes, enters the front room, and deals with a group of drinkers: “What a lucky man you’ve made! He’s got a big voice, he’s got a cold under the tree and he’s got your face! I’m sorry.
“That’s, that’s!” He laughed.
He’s good at drinking. He’s the one who’s been drinking and talking about bowls. He spits from a sip, and now he doesn’t stop.
He didn’t remember very well. Just remember the boss came over and helped him block the drink.
The next day, the master had gone with the martial arts to fight the demons.
Thirteen.
This is a long time gone.
The co-head is sitting on the Green Hill.
But he can’t go together. He’s not here. He’s a cynic. If he’s in a hurry, he’ll comfort the students. It’s all right.
Winning, indeed, but everyone else is back and the Master is not back.
They said that their Lord and their Lord had fought for three days and three nights, and then fell down the cliff together, and never came up.
It was a time of sorrow on the Green Hills.
And none but the chief of hands laughed, saying, “Then surely he met the most powerful man in the world, beneath the cliff, and he passed on his martial arts. I’m sorry.
He said he’d come to the door and pack his bags, and he’d snap in tears.
Out of the door, the affairs in the door were arranged, the doctor came and took the men to the west, day and night. Climbed the mountains, made vinelines, fell off a cliff.
No one knows how he got the handler on his back.
They went down the hill, borrowed from the villagers and kept their clothes on the ground for six months.
The fever at the head finally fell.
At that time, there was news of a rebellion by the outsider, and the deputy chief of police and the horse was leaving.
Gate Man: Is it not good for the Master to wake up and keep him well and go back together? I’m sorry.
“Don’t let him know this. If he asks why I suddenly went back… forget it and don’t tell him I came. I’m sorry.
Despite the fact that the deputy chief danced with all his faces and long sleeves, he could say that he had never lied to him for one night without a word of truth.
Then don’t say anything.
[14]
The deputy director made a major cleanup on Green Hill, killing a number of people. They scolded him with their noses on him with cold and cold, and they told him, “Why don’t you taste cold and ruthless?”
We’re all brothers and sisters, but we have to live together.
It’s hard not to say in the mouth. He also missed the day when he was kicking and bowing together, but all those young children were killed by him.
So the master came back, he didn’t come to greet him.
It’s like that night in the Secret Service years ago, when blood was on his hands, he was ashamed and ashamed.
He must know his wrists.
He’s upset here, but he’s in a good mood. He heard that the Master had brought back a confidant from the West. The young swordsman saved his life, and both of them spoke with one another. Seven days without going out.
The captain is relieved. Fortunately, the Master does not care about what he does.
But then there came a faint loss.
He didn’t really want to talk to the master at night or anything. He doesn’t study martial arts, sits and talks about things that are not for him. He sits in his room every night to make plans to see how much money he spends this month and how much money he can save next month by adding new clothes. Tell the master to see it.
He’s got no intention of being close.
It’s just a sudden thought of the half of what he didn’t say when he first met the Master a decade ago.
“Hello, I’m Zhao Siqi. I’m sorry.
He sits alone under the porch and looks at the peach flower and wonders: “Does he know my name?”
Fifteen.
Swordsmen and masters spoke of the sword day and day, and dust rose up in the mountains.
After saying that the swordsman is famous, the swordsman is great and handsome, and is indeed a dragon among men. The Master wants him to join hands and leave him in his position.
The Vice-Chancellor, who over the years has dealt with the big crowds, has offended many people, and has previously dealt with the rebellion in the gates, which has further discredited him. He’s not as good as he used to be.
The co-head is a little restless.
He really understands the master. The master admires and mates, always the Hao. It’s normal that the swordsman and him are more like twins, and the master wants to stay with him.
So he took a slow time to organize himself, and found out that for many years he had added to himself little.
It’s just under the box, out of the bow.
Suddenly sad.
After all these years, he was no different from the boy who was on the wall.
Sixteen.
The following day, he went to the store to count the charcoal fires and was in the middle of a swordsman ‘ s walk.
The swordsmen laughed: “No, no. I’m sorry.
Seventeen.
The third day the deputy director got up and found the doorman’s pie was clean. He was humbled by what he commanded, and he was no longer restrained.
He asked him to say that yesterday, in the middle of the night, the master heard the phrase “Noir” and invited the swordsman down the mountain.
He said, ‘My deputy is offended by the fact that you are a guest in Mount Green. I did not speak for him.’ I’m sorry.
He also said: “You may find another place to take care of them, even though they are not well cared for.” People, people.
After listening, he sat on the floor and strangled his face: “How good is that?” I’m sorry.
Stand up around the house.
When I was done, my eyes were bright, and I said, “Have you eaten? I’m sorry.
Door Man: The Master is closed. I’m sorry.
The deputy director was a little lost, but then he got a little more energy: “He’s going through the eighth floor! No one’s practiced it since we opened the Qingshan. Go, go, go, go! I’m sorry.
Two years after the master closed, the deputy master learned medicine.
Make him soup and chicken legs every day.
He found out the head didn’t like mushrooms. What’s that mushroom in the soup like when it’s gone? What’s it like?
“Don’t pick it up! Two pieces were quietly released this time.
When you bring it back, the mushrooms are finished.
The Vice-Chancellor was filled with great and secretive joy.
He felt that there was a connection between him and the head of the house of command. They shared some secrets with each other, although they were extremely small, which made him confirm that there was a self-evident bond between him and the master.
He’s light. I’m shadow. Does he understand?
So in his mind, he’s different.
[18]
The deputy chief thinks he’s very good with him. He should be the master of martial arts. He’s the best in the world.
So, while he was about to leave, the deputy chief searched the pictures of the beauty and sent them to him.
What he means is, “You pick first, you pick first, I’ll get laid, and you get married when you get out.”
The two-year-old disciples were horrified and the portrait was thrown out.
The deputy chief and the chief, although rarely met, had known each other for over a decade, and he had never seen him angry.
The deputy director thought he was at a critical juncture, not only blaming himself, but running to the front of the door to make a mistake. Then he went to the front of the door, and put it on it: “If you say not, we will not marry. Do not get angry, but you will go astray.” I’m sorry.
The door was silent.
That night, the deputy chief didn’t give him any mushrooms.
He’s got an inch of it. He hasn’t had a hard melon for six months.
[19]
The Master is six months late and is welcome. He got out of town without a few days’ rest.
The first one, he folded his clothes, didn’t say anything.
The name is on the outside, and it’s on the shoulders, and so many eyes are watching.
Maybe when they’re both old, the master finds a student of the same genius, and he finds himself a rich slave with the same heart, he can drink and talk.
Twenty.
The master hasn’t returned, the world has changed.
And the Green City sent a swindle, and was deceived.
The rivals were rounded up and had to beat the Master into a demon.
He’s got all the connections, all the means, he can’t get the Bureau out.
And he had no means but to confess to everyone: “I did it, and I am associated with Satan, and I am the devil.” I’m sorry.
He knew that nine of the ten warriors had died not in the hands of a demon but in the hands of a demon. It’s not a battlefield for the master, it’s a battlefield for him. He’s being tricked. He’s not good at it. He’s giving up. But the master can’t lose. He’s got everything in his head.
He took off his robe.
This white dress, just like the master, had blue sides on his sleeves and his skirts, and he didn’t. They stand together like the same pair of twins.
He thought it would never happen again. Now, once in a lifetime.
[21]
He was poisoned and blinded, his hands and his feet were broken, his hands and feet were severely tortured and he was naked.
But he was sure he had nothing to do with the master, and the martial arts had only one sentence: “I did it.”
They wanted him to be publicly tortured. It’s also a slap in the face of Aqing City.
Nobody thought that day, the Master came.
Come alone.
He had no idea how many fights he had.
But as Loko stood up on the roof of the first house in the day, everyone was afraid.
No one expected him to rob the court.
He fought for his life, but only for his car, but he came to rob the court.
The deputy was down on his knees, listening to the sound of silence around the brakes, and suddenly thinking about that image years ago.
And he stood forth, standing before himself, and leaning upon the heaven upon a sword and upon the people, and without fear of heaven.
[22]
I asked.
“The world is not the first to blow.” The master, with ten thousand enemies, killed many and saved them. And those who were behind him said, “You are the master of the martial arts!” You’re the best! “You’re still a hero?” “Loriko immediately dropped his famous sword and pulled a horse with his hand and walked away with his hand. Since then, there has been no appearance on the streets. I’m sorry.
I imagine the day when the head drops the river of blood behind its back, with a spring wind ahead.
They got away a long way, took the horses, lost their voice and cried. He lost everything that he had strung up about the two men, but for the first time heard the man breathe in haste and touched his body temperature.
He cried out, “My name is Zhao Siqi!” I’m sorry.
The voice of Lodge sounds calm: “Well, mind. I’m sorry.
“My name is Zhao Siqi!” I’m sorry.
Loko Doo, “Well, thought. I’m sorry.
For Loko, that was 18 years ago, the three words he wrote on the bamboo.
For Zhao Zhisqi, that is the unforgettable recitation.
Final chapter
It’s a good story, but I didn’t lose sight of the more important thing. I’m sorry.
“I can’t see! You’re blind!”
That’s when I found out that the peddler had no eye contact.
The man next to him had been sitting on a pazaar with a rope strapped to the crab, and then he looked up and threw a crab in my basket.
Frozen, like a master.
“How did you make him a crab?” Can’t make it? I’ll pay for that! There’s another leak on the roof! @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Jan25
I was also dissatisfied: “Give me a few more, I don’t want to pay.” I’m sorry.
“We keep our own food. The man said he took the hand of the vendor, grabbed two Maza and a bucket of crabs and went home.
“It’s been a long time. Don’t pretend to be blind again. Quiet men.
“Doing business or not?” I’m sorry.
I guess they’re partners for the rest of their lives.
How do you manage a pedigree in a martial arts world? – The king’s answer.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
