Chapter I Differences

Here is a small village in central China, because of the bamboo and pine trees in the village, so people call this village bamboo pine village.

In the only inn in the village, two old men and two children sat by the window.

"Morrowind, how did you learn bone writing in one day?" A boy of about eight was biting a chicken leg.

The boy named Morrowind didn't seem to be in much of a mood, and everyone around him was surprised to see so much wine and food on the table. They all knew that the boys had a reputation for stealing food in the village and sometimes coming here to eat the most powerful meals, but it was strange that the boys sometimes had money.

Hearing the boy's question, Morrowind turned his head and said, "My father taught me bone writing before. There's a trick to that, too. You just have to remember the pattern."

Nonsense, two old a listen to think so.

"Ha ha......" The black-robed man sitting to the right of the drumstick boy laughed. "Lao Jian, you heard him. He's learned before.

"Lao Dao, you can't say that. We agreed at the beginning. Is it whose apprentice we are competing with who can learn faster? I didn't say we couldn't do it before. You lose, you lose." An old man in white helped himself to a cup of tea.

Lao Dao was a rough man, but he found nothing to refute Lao Jian's remark, which was true at the beginning. Lao Dao thought for a moment and changed the subject: "Forget it. Lao Jian, they don't recognize you as their master. Don't take any apprentices."

"It will happen sooner or later. Leave it alone and teach your pupil bone writing. Don't bite the drumstick." Old Sword laughed. Lao Dao became angry. He looked at the wind but could not get angry.

The wind was stupid, but he knew he was out of order, and his master was laughed at. So the head teacher said: "master, can not learn that bone text, my head is almost burst."

"Look at the morning breeze..." Lao Dao slapped the table hard and said angrily, "Why don't you fight with me? Everyone else has learned how to do it. You stupid pig can't even read a word.

"Wind, not very difficult, just more than 200 patterns, slowly learn." The morning wind looked at the bamboo outside and sighed, "We must say goodbye today. I do not know when we can meet again."

As soon as the morning breeze had finished, the atmosphere became heavy. Guests came and went, talking and laughing, but this table was silent.

"Why are you making such a fuss? It's not separation, so we'll meet again two or three years later. If you want to come with us, I'll make an exception and take you as a student." Lao Dao thought of this clever boy and wanted to take him under his wing so that he could teach Feng a lesson.

Lao Jian scowled and snorted coldly, "Lao Dao, that's no nonsense. He's my apprentice. How can he worship you?"

"Lao Jian, if they don't follow you as their teacher, can't they follow me as their teacher? Look how close he is to the wind. It's not lonely to be my apprentice. Ha ha......" When Lao Dao finished laughing, he looked chenfeng in the face and said, "How about it, Chenfeng? Come to my door."

At that moment The wind got out of his seat, walked up to Mormorwind's side, took him by the hand, and said, "Good. Morning wind, so we practice martial arts together, famous world."

Chenfeng shook his head and said, "No, thank you, Dao master. I won't learn martial arts. My mother won't let me."

"What's wrong with martial arts? You can kill people, you can ride the wind, and you can live a long time. You see, Lao Jian has lived for hundreds of years, even the old monster of Fuyun Mountain has lived for so long. Don't you?" Lao Dao still wants to introduce Chenfeng.

When he spoke of the old monster of Cloud Mountain, all the people around frowned, but dared not speak. I'm afraid this export hurt the old man deep internal force, can not afford to. Floating cloud mountain is now the first decent door, I don't know how many evil people killed, especially the head of floating cloud mountain, high road, for hundreds of years to protect the small town under the mountain, so that the cult dare not attack. People, chivalrous men are extremely respectful to him, now hear that the head of floating cloud mountain for the old monster of course angry. But people who dare to say that are powerful, to save your life don't make trouble.

Morrowind took a cup of tea with both hands and drank. "My mother only wants me to be ordinary," he said. "She doesn't want me to get hurt, and she won't let my father teach me martial arts. I won't let me learn martial arts."

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The boy is very persistent and has a very high understanding. If he could practice martial arts, he would be a success. "Thought old Sword. So he said, "Who is your mother? And you won't say your last name? What......"

"My mother is just an ordinary person, and my father calls me Chenfeng without telling me my last name. I asked my mother, but my mother said it was better that I didn't know." The morning wind explained. How do you not let your children know your last name? Is there an enemy?

"No, go on, wind." Lao Dao got up and turned to leave. The wind picked up the last drumstick and followed, and said to the morrowind, "Morrowind, we are always brothers."

Lao Dao turned back at the door and said, "Lao Jian, I'll see how you take him as a disciple. Ha ha......" Then he pulled the wind and laughed away.

Old Sword wondered if Morrowind was afraid of making enemies if people knew his name, so he whispered, "You really don't know your name?"

The morning wind shook his head.

"Are you sure you don't practice? Don't be my apprentice."

The morning wind still shook his head.

"Ha ha......" Old Sword laughed wildly as all the guests looked at him. The morning wind is ashamed to lower his head. "My husband has been around for hundreds of years. There are thousands of people who want to be my apprentice, but you are the only one who doesn't. Ha ha......"

Some of the guests thought he was a fool, arrogant though he had some skill. Some of the guests ignored him and turned to tea, and some pointed at him with words in their mouths.

The morning wind was as usual, untempted. "Go and find them. I told you I don't practice martial arts."

"Sooner or later you'll come begging me. You have no place to go. Come with me and reflect on yourself."

Morrowind took another sip of tea from his cup without speaking.

Outside bamboo Pine town, on the road to the east of the town, Lao Dao and wind began to set out. The wind looked back from time to time, do not know what is missing.

After walking for a while, the wind stopped looking back and asked, "Master, where are we going?"

"Bloodbath hall."

The wind stopped and looked surprised. "Master, that's... But...... The land of cults, no."

Bloodhound Hall, together with Night Religion, Fragrant Valley and Black poison Pond, is called the four big cult religions. Bloodbath hall is the most ferocious one, but a move, it must be a river of blood, its disciple beast body is bloodsucking fierce beast.

The night church, the most powerful strength, once the night King with one force to kill the floating cloud mountain, Buddha light poetry, a number of sword gate elders, disciples are strong, good at sneak attack.

Fragrance GuQuan for woman, teaching site is located in a on three sides by mountains, a forest of peach blossom valley, peach blossom forest with method of array, outsiders to enter, there is also fierce beasts snakes, into the very few people can come out, and the faint aroma valley is called the cult because its disciples saw the sword people, is bound to the kill, outsiders don't know why.

Black poison Pool is located in a thousand years of forest, to the black water bank of the Wan Poison pool as the site, according to legend, the wan poison pool of countless poisons, extremely poisonous, even the bones of the animals fell into the pool, have melted.

Lao Dao kept a straight face. The wind couldn't even learn bone prose. Now he didn't dare to go to the blood killing hall. "There are places you don't think you can go, to show you how pleasant it is to kill."

How good is killing when the wind stops? In the heart of the wind is not afraid, seems to be more enthusiastic. But from Lao Dao's point of view, Fengfeng was afraid.

Lao Dao brushed his sleeve and said, "Are you afraid? If you are afraid, go back and be a normal man with your good brother."

The wind was still small, and he did not understand many things. He was not afraid of killing people, but wanted to know what good it was. Why don't you just eat your fill? For three years morrowind and morrowind stole food, though they went to the tavern every time to eat good food. In the heart of the wind is like this, learning martial arts is not to be bullied, can eat. The wind asked, "Master, why do you want me to kill?"

Lao Dao looked at the wind thoughtfully for a long time and then said, "Later you will know that if you do not kill, people will kill you. Only the strong can survive in this world. So, how are you getting on with your saber skills?"

Fengfeng was afraid that Lao Dao would ask this question. He lowered his head and said, "Not really."

"You..." Lao Dao angrily waved his sleeve, "Are you trying to piss me off? Bones Wen can't even stop. You can't even bully dao... Look at your good brother, he learned bone writing in one day, you fool, I think you'll never catch up with anyone. How did KING Dao accept your stupid apprentice?" If the wind had nothing to do with him, Lao Dao would have kicked the wind aside.

After listening to the master's words, the wind just bowed his head, he knew he was not as clever as the morning wind, but the master said so, he felt inferior. Seeing his expression, Lao Dao felt that he had gone too far and added, "But if you work ten times harder than him, you can catch up with him. Now he doesn't want to learn martial arts." The wind still bowed his head, clenched his fists and shook his body. Lao Dao was also a little surprised. The wind raised its head and looked angry. "What's the matter?

"I am stronger than the morning wind." The wind spoke forcefully, and there was defiance in his eyes. From then on in the heart of the wind set a goal - beyond the morning wind.

Lao Dao was delighted when he heard this. No one would be happy if his disciple had such confidence. Lao Dao also found one thing about the wind. Even though the wind was so small, he was not afraid of dead bodies or blood. Even the grown-ups were a little afraid of dead bodies, and the wind, being a child, treated them as if they were alive. Lao Dao did not know how he came to see the wind. He seldom came back to see the wind, but his nurse watched the wind.

As the sun sets at the gate of Bamboo Song village, a stocky red-haired old man smiles as he watches the wind blow away, hands on his back. Behind the red-haired man, the old man stood still as time stood still.

"Three years is enough for you. This is the best time for you to practice. King of swords, Master of swords? Not bad." Then he disappeared, as if he had vanished. As the red-headed man walked away, the people around him moved again, but they did not seem to notice that they had stopped. It was as if nothing had happened.