When loneliness becomes a habit, everything becomes isolated.
The clouds have been alone for half their lives, so naturally they cannot see the changes in the weather.
Moreover, Qin Feng was still the enemy she imagined she wanted to kill.
If Qin Yue really accepts him as his disciple, then she...
She was unwilling to do so.
She was like a mallet, standing by the corridor, watching the woman help Qin Feng upstairs. But when her eyes touched Qin Feng's legs, she felt remorseful and uneasy.
"It turns out he was hurt so badly."
She bit her lip, feeling like she had nowhere to put her hands and feet.
...
Qin Mian, this name has almost been forgotten.
Deliberately forgotten by Qin Feng.
In the young man's mind, starting from experiencing that massacre, he turned all his beautiful thoughts into hatred.
Not only did he hate this sister, but he also hated his mother.
Why is it that others are loved by their relatives, but he is homeless.
Why did my mother disappear overnight during the massacre?
Why was he left alone to endure the nightmare of the massacre of an entire village?
Is she dead or alive?
Or is she deliberately escaping from something?
From the time he can remember, his mother taught him how to read, "When people are born, their natures are good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart. If you don't teach, your nature will change. The way to teach is to be specialized. Mencius' mother chose a neighbor, and her son didn't.
Learn, stop the opportunity. Dou Yanshan, there is a right way... "
Why does he never meet good people, but evil people?
Not only were those wild wolves ferocious and terrifying, but there were villains everywhere who were even more hateful and hateful than those wild wolves, and everyone was standing high above him, wishing they could trample him to pieces.
Of course, except for the master who invited him to drink.
He only remembered the night before his mother disappeared.
She sat beside his bed and held his little hand. At that time, he had just caught a cold and was running a high fever. The fever made him dizzy and had a severe headache.
She touched his fevered forehead with a kind look on her face.
"Ah Feng, the world is impermanent, you have to live like the wind."
What disappeared with my mother was the black box she carried with her.
The box was dark and shiny, with a silver handle, which made it look particularly precious.
He once thought it was his mother's dowry.
But she told him that it was her mother's ability to survive.
She did not leave this skill to him, but took it away alone. It was more precious than his son.
Therefore, he would rather believe that she was already dead.
Later, many people told him that his mother had died tragically and tragically. Even her flesh, flesh and bones were carried away by wolves and eagles.
He couldn't understand why A-mei, who was already dead, was still alive.
Because his mother told him that her sister had fallen in love with someone else, she abandoned them and betrayed the family.
But Qin Mian told him that she was rescued by people from the Tianxiahui.
She did not fall in love with others, but others forcibly abducted her and made her their disciple.
The reason is very simple.
People from Tianxiahui say that a girl can use a kitchen knife to perform a unique skill like an embroidery needle. Not only is she extremely talented, but she also hides a shocking secret.
Qin Feng was leaning on a chair in the warmth of the Yunjian Inn in pain. He wanted to kill someone. He wanted to kill this girl. Why didn't she appear when he needed her most, but only now?
My mother once said that anyone who rebels can be killed.
So if I kill her, should I also kill my mother?
The warm sun reflected by the snow light broke through the haze in the attic and spread in every corner of the room, leaving two hazes on his and Qin Mian's faces.
Qin Mian sighed and said, I know you must be thinking, what secret is there in me that is worthy of such a big war in the world. I can only tell you that I have no secrets. My mother is the secret they want.
Then she added, "They kidnapped me to intimidate my mother. But they never imagined that my mother would rather be broken into pieces than destroyed. That night, they set fire to our home and killed us all."
She didn't let go of everyone in the village, even the old patriarch and little Ajuan.
"Everyone in the village who had something to do with her was killed and burned. No one was spared."
Qin Feng naturally didn't believe her words. In his opinion, although his mother had abandoned him, how could she kill someone who couldn't even kill a fish or a chicken.
Most of the time, his mother asked him to kill fish and chickens.
He remembered clearly the first time he killed a chicken. His mother told him to cut it like a radish, so he cut off the head of the chicken with a knife. His mother said he was neat and tidy and rewarded him with a candy.
"Is she a demon or an executioner? Have you seen her kill someone with your own eyes?" Qin Feng sneered.
Qin Mian wiped her tears and cried, "Of course I didn't believe it at first. My mother couldn't bear to step on an ant when she walked, so how could she be so cruel? But people from the Tianxiahui found a lot of evidence. Although the scene was
He was burned to pieces by his mother, but the sword and sword power left behind by his mother was something no one in this world could achieve.
"What is the meaning of the sword? Have you ever seen my mother holding a knife or raising a sword? She only has a jade hairpin all over her body."
"Dugu Nine Swords, Burning Wood Sword Technique, Embroidery Needle..."
"That's enough. This is the skill in the story my mother told us. How could she do it?"
"If she doesn't know how, how can you know Xiao Li's flying knife, and how can I know Dongfang Bubai's embroidery needle!"
Qin Feng was stunned.
The rapid breathing for a moment was like his whole body being drowned in an instant, which made Qin Feng blush. His hands were tightly pulled into fists, and the pain of tearing in his chest was still difficult for him to accept.
He still stubbornly refused to compromise and asked, is she a god or an immortal?
Qin Mian naturally understood what he meant.
Looking at the world of martial arts, no matter the heroes from all walks of life, or the famous masters, anyone who can master one or two unique skills is already amazing.
Moreover, Kung Fu is closely related to internal strength. Once a person has mastered one Kung Fu, he will never be able to master the second Kung Fu, unless he wants to go crazy.
Qin Mian was silent. This was something she still couldn't figure out.
No matter how powerful my mother is, it is impossible for her to know all these exercises. "Unless..."
"Unless, that's impossible! That's simply not something humans can do."
Qin Mian shook his head sadly, his mother still kept it a secret.
Over the years, the Tianxiahui has collected many martial arts geniuses, and has also performed the imprints left behind many times.
It can be said that each of the exercises is enough to be proud of the world, and as long as one person learns any one of them, he can establish a sect.
It's a pity that no one in Tianxiahui understands any of the secrets.
Tianxiahui has also tried various means several times to try to decipher from her how she turned a kitchen knife into an embroidery needle, but in the end it was shocking. Qin Mian's technique had no formula.
It seems to be innate.
Her skills also seem to be innate.
Tianxiahui can only think of one possibility.
Unparalleled knowledge that has been lost for hundreds of years: enlightenment.
This made the people in Tianxiahui even more crazy.
All kinds of experiments, all kinds of deductions, all kinds of imaginable possibilities...
But after going crazy, the final outcome is still a mess.
The world will search all over the martial arts world, but no one can perform this unique skill. It seems that this unique skill has disappeared from this world without a trace since the day it was lost, even in the Buddhist scripture pavilions of various sects.
It's hard to find even a few words.
It seemed that it had been wiped clean by someone on purpose a long time ago.
This will make the world even more frightened.
How much ability must this man have back then to be able to do all this so thoroughly.
But despite this, Tianxiahui is still unwilling to give up.
They regarded her embroidery needle skills as the highest secret. And her mother became an expert that was difficult to reach in their hearts. Their desire to recruit her became more and more intense day by day, and they even publicly recommended her as the Holy King of the World.
You must know that the deceased leaders of the Tianxiahui in the past generations were only named virtuous masters, but they were far from being holy kings.
"Holy King? What a great name, I'm afraid you are all crazy!"
"This is the human heart. My mother said that the human heart is like a knife, and she is right." Qin Mian sighed.
"The world is so crazy. What on earth do you want to do?"
"Unify the world, sit in the court, and be the common ruler of the world."
"Dream! Qingtian daydreams! How many dynasties have been passed, the ancestors of any dynasty have not done this, but who has succeeded. The rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes, and the court is the court! How could the nobles who control the court let a group of warriors go?
Control their destiny."
"No, don't you remember?"
"What?"
"My mother once said that there was a sect called Mingjiao that once did it, using force to rebel against the ban. They established the Ming Dynasty, which was an unparalleled dynasty that lasted for 276 years. After that, there was no more Jianghu in the world. That
The dynasty is an unprecedented prosperous age. There will be no marriage, no land ceding, no compensation, the emperor will guard the country, and the king will die in the country."
"That's a legend, not true. She made it up."
The north wind was still blowing outside the window, but Qin Feng felt like he was sweating profusely. His mother told this story so passionately that her eyes sparkled.
The two of them were also fascinated by what they heard. If there was an afterlife, they would also like to be born in such a country.
How could Qin Feng forget this story?
But the cruelty of reality means more than just giving him a blow on the head.
It was so difficult for him to even live as a human being, so how could he dare to expect such a worldly life?
In anger, he tore off his clothes, revealing his bare back covered in bruises.
Old wounds, new scars, scars, blood-red wounds like fish scales, covered this young body like spider webs.
The hardships that should not have been endured at his age had suddenly turned the skin that was supposed to be fair and tender into something like the withered bark of an old tree.
Qin Mian's heart felt as if it had been ripped away by someone. Even the most humble slave in this world had never had such painful wounds all over his body.
A tear.
Comes out piping hot.
What followed was like a torrential rain.
Qin Feng couldn't help but shuddered, and the scalding heat made his mouth go dry.
Behind him, Qin Mian hugged him tightly.
Her silent tears were as hot as her heart.
"Ah Feng, how did you survive? My miserable Ah Feng!"
Qin Mian's words made Qin Feng, who originally wanted to break away from her, choke even harder.
Both hands.
Slowly climb up his back.
Like threading a needle, it gently traced every scar on his back.
It seemed that every scar could allow her to witness a thrilling life-or-death escape.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grasped these hands tightly.
Qin Feng's face was filled with tears and his face was ashen.