The youth also expanded his vision to the distance, and he longed for a longing for: "When I become a strong person in the future, they will definitely wave the sword in their hands for those who are weak and need help, becoming what the father is said to be the real strong!"
The burly man will smile, because he knows that Ling Tian is kind, and is the son of a veritable destiny, but he is just the son of his destiny, but the name is not true.
The demons are rampant and unscrupulous. Only when you cross the magic robbery can you really defeat the demon king, but that pain and suffering hope not to let your nature change. Because the real Tianmen Divine sword will only erupt when you have nature, you will burst out.
The power of the prestige.
The burly man turned and put his hand on the youth's shoulders, and firmly believed: "Ben King believes that you will rely on you in the future. No matter where he is, the king will watch you silently. After tomorrow, you will be.
It is the only successor of the Tianmen Shenjian. "
The strong wind rises, and the colorful petals are raised, and the rotation of the two in front of the two.
"Really? I'm really qualified to be the heir to the Tianmen Divine Sword?!" The youth opened his face and looked forward to it.
"Of course, only you can play the real power of the Tianmen Divine Sword!"
The young man suddenly meals, and some said: "Brother is so powerful, why don't the father and the king of the gods be taught to his brother?"
"Although your brother is outstanding, your strength is not weaker than your brother, but you can't use it yet.
"Besides, your brother is cold -hearted, and you can't play the real strength of the Tianmen Divine Sword. It is just that you have to understand, even if the whole world dislikes you, leave you away, but your brother will protect you regardless of everything.
clear."
After all, the burly man did not say the most fundamental reason, that is, Ling Tian is the legendary son of destiny.
He also learned that Ling Tian was the son of destiny when he recently visited the god of destiny.
The God of Destiny has the meaning of the existence of Tianmen, and it is also the key to creating the future world.
Thinking that his brother had not returned in recent years, a low and worry on the young man's face.
"Is that brother's life outside?" His voice was weak.
The burly man's lips are arc, and the sound is light: "Your brother is not so fragile, you don't have to worry about it. I heard that you are all refined, can you show the king of Yaxing?"
The loss of the young man's face is fleeting, and his face is full of joy: "Okay! As long as the father and king are willing, I can show my skills at any time!"
The burly man raised his right hand, a unique style, and the delicate workmanship flashed on his rough palm.
He handed Guqin in front of the young man, and asked: "Then there is a song for you to present a song for the king."
The young man rubbed his nose, took the Guqin, walked to a grassy grass, sitting around to career.
The sound of the piano is leisurely, echoing the ears, lingering in the heart.
The breeze blows, the grass is swaying, the petals are rotated, and the gorgeous and gorgeous.
The rhythm of the fast and slow rhythm is moving, and the resentful and desolate notes seem to be telling the sadness of the past. The picture is presented in the minds of the youth. He closed his eyes intoxicated.
The sound of the piano is still, and the tears that can't stop the corner of the eyes sublimate the sky under Jinyang's general photos.
The father and the king had been left over and over again, and was ridiculed again and again.
Ling Tian bears the same sadness and sorrow as the young man. The picture that the youth recalls appeared in Ling Tian's mind.
Own.
A few drops of crystal tears gradually slipped from Ling Tian's side face. His eyes were covered by the red hair in front of his eyes, and the wet eyes were not presented.
The burly man's eyes were also wet, and the tears rolled down like the pearls that broke the line.
The reason why Ling Tian became a waste person was all because of his fault, but he chose to paralyze his heart in the way he had left. At this moment, he was mixed with guilt and remorse, making him sad.
Along with the last treble, the wind was suddenly restless. The large petals around were scraped up by the wind, and I presented sincere wishes for the last note.
The burly man wiped the tears, applauded and admired: "The sound of the piano is like flowing, full of affection, super skills, and tears, it is really good!"
The young man also wiped off the tears in the corner of his eyes, got up and sucked his nose, and said with a smile: "This is not good, I can also sing for the father and king, chant poems, punches,"
The sun was shining, and the burly man sat in the flowers, admiring the talents of the youth calmly. He sometimes looked at, sometimes applauded, sometimes relieved, and sometimes sad.
After admiring the talent of the youth, the burly man danced in front of the youth to teach and teach carefully.
Then the picture in front of him changed, and the two came to the river to splash water to play, as if the two children played.
The splattered water beads are translucent, without a signs of dirty.
The two followed the mountains to play with the water, picking flowers and butterflies, talking and laughing, and happy.
Yin Hong's sun was also infected by the laughter of the two, and he went all out with a warm light.
Young people were too tired to continue walking around. The burly man continued to stroll around with the youth, and the youth also enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the top of the sky. He couldn't wait to engraved every corner in his mind.
It is the set of sunset, the tired bird returns to the nest, the sky is crimson and bright, and the scenery is hazy.
After all, the youth was exhausted, and his head was sleepy on the back of the burly man.
The uniform breathing fluttered from the young nose on the strong back of the burly man, and murmured in his mouth: "Father, you have to stay with me, as long as you are there, I will be able to ... become stronger ...
. ""
The burly man's heart was unbearable like a knife cut. He thought he had become indifferent for so many years and would not have a heartache. Unfortunately, when he finally left and died, he still felt sore.
Two tear marks like flowing water slid down from the cheeks on both sides, and a low voice squeezed out of his lips: "Son, I love you, sorry ..."
The red and bright flowers behind the two suddenly withered, and the bright petals fluttered, and the flower branches of Cangcui suddenly withered, and they lost their vitality.
The picture in front of me flipped again. At the moment, Ling Tian's eyes were rosy, and he turned to look at the picture that turned the ground.
This is a room with a clean and simple style. There is still a hazy night and a little white star outside the window. It can be seen that it is time to wash the night in the morning.
PS: Another chapter will soon arrive at the scene. Although these chapters are written in memories, there are many information. These chapters are also very important.