martial arts mythology system

Chapter 435 Things are hard, who isn't?
The boy in white, his name is Xu Rong.

About thirteen or fourteen years old, his figure looks a little thin, not like a child from a martial arts family, but like a young scholar.

A person secretly shed tears here, reflecting the moonlight in front of him, and revealing unconcealable sadness in the lights on the lakeside.

"It's not something a man should do to hide and cry alone at night."

Han Feng walked towards the night wind, his clothes and long hair fluttering.

The boy in white turned his head, his face was full of tears, and there was still some snot hanging from his nose, he was completely embarrassed.

"Ye...Mr. Ye..."

Han Feng walked over by himself, sat beside Xu Rong, and stared at the moonlight reflection on the lake.

Leave a side face to the boy in white.

The boy didn't speak, and Han Feng didn't speak either.

At this time, Xu Rong didn't know whether he should continue to cry or what to do, so he sat there in a daze.

Only then did he really start to look at this traveler who claimed to be from outside the East Wulin.

Although it is approaching summer, this Mr. Ye is still wearing a thin black and white feather. He is tall and handsome with a handsome face. Very complicated.

Gentle and alienated, warm and quiet.

Looking at the pupils of this mysterious man, the young man unconsciously felt the sadness in his heart lighten up.

"Mr. Ye...I..."

Han Feng didn't give him a chance to speak, and handed him the jug in his hand.

During the day, the strange wine [Ice Burn] that Fog had just rewarded was from the TV series "The Drunk Man", which can endow people with special internal strength of yin and yang attributes.

Xu Rong subconsciously took the flagon from Han Feng's hand, and took a big gulp by accident.

Then, it was as if two completely different forces of fire and ice were colliding and impacting in the internal organs.

Alcohol is also very strong, but under the two powers of ice and fire, it makes the young man extra sober.

With the help of Han Bingshao, his internal energy cultivation base of the ninth rank was promoted to the eighth rank.

"This is……"

There were tears on Xu Rong's face, and his expression was a little funny.

Han Feng just smiled, took a sip from the jug in Xu Rong's hand.

This wine can help the youth of the ninth rank to be directly promoted, but it has no effect on Han Feng who is already the second rank.

Turning his head to look at the young man sitting beside him, Han Feng's voice had a sense of vicissitudes.

"Do you think life is hard?"

When asked by Han Feng like this, the sadness that had just subsided surged up again.

Wiping his face with the sleeve of his left hand, the boy's face was full of frustration, melancholy and nostalgia.

"Mother said that she would give me a present for Chinese New Year this year...but she didn't say what it was..."

"I really want to ask her again..."

With a slight movement of eyelashes, Han Feng seemed to be infected by the boy's emotions.

The departure of the dead, sometimes, is the eternal regret of the living...

"Second Uncle died in front of me, pulling that man's clothes... told me to run..."

"Father wants me to forget these things, to keep them in my heart forever... But I know, he can't even do it himself..."

"I understand... some things will never be forgotten in a lifetime."

Han Feng looked at the young man talking about himself word by word, it was hard to imagine that a child could think about things so clearly.

I don't know what to say, so I might as well help him drink away his worries.

Grabbing Xu Rong's neck with his left hand, he brought the jug to his mouth with his right hand, and gulped it down.

Xu Rong couldn't resist, and drank all of it.

Then, the feeling of the shock of true energy could not suppress the strength of the wine, and the boy was completely drunk.

Tears seemed to break the thread, and started crying again.

Han Feng didn't speak, but sat beside him silently.

The moon in the sky is very round, but it is occasionally covered by clouds, the ripples on the water surface have never stopped, and the reeds are swaying with the wind.

The surface of the water, the night wind and the time at this moment are all a bit cool.

"Brother Ye... Will life always be difficult?"

"Yeah, it's always tough."

"Is there a less difficult life?"

"Let's make yourself stronger. When you are strong enough to control your own way of survival, it will not be so difficult."

"Then Big Brother Ye can control himself?"

"I'm... not so good."

"Oh I see."

In this world, who can really master themselves?

Thinking about it, Han Feng took another sip of wine.

Xu Rong was so drunk in his head that he was dizzy and sat alone, but forgot to shed tears.

There was a moment of silence, but it was quickly broken again.

"Boy, there is no one in this world who is not suffering. Your difficulties are very sad, but it doesn't mean that you are in extreme pain."

Xu Rong turned around, Jiu Jin was suddenly diluted by strong emotions.

Shi Shiran, a young man in black robe with a sword on his back, came over with a casual expression.

The young master of the Diming Hall, Jiang Lie... Isn't the Diming Hall the power that seems to have slaughtered the entire Xu family?

Xu Rong could hardly contain the anger and killing intent in his heart, and wanted to stand up.

But the alcohol was too strong, but he couldn't stand up.

It's not surprising that Han Feng sensed Jiang Lie early on.

"You boy, I've been wondering since daytime, why are you so hostile to me?"

Jiang Lie raised his eyebrows to look at Xu Rong, and walked over to sit on the other side of him.

"It's been rumored that the Diming Palace destroyed the Xu family, you don't believe it? It's absolutely impossible!"

In fact, when Xu Rong woke up, he knew that there was something wrong with this matter, but the anger in his heart that had no place to vent made him unable to face Jiang Lie, so he had to turn his back.

Jiang Lie didn't care either, and looked at Han Feng with a sullen face:
"Mr. Ye, have a bite?"

Han Feng smiled sassyly, took the wine pot of [Han Bing Shao], and took a big gulp.

"Good wine!"

Accompanied by the moonlight, the intense alcohol tore open the throat and entered the viscera.

Jiang Lie lowered his head after drinking, patted Xu Rong's shoulder cross-legged, and said:

"I know your life is hard...but everyone in this world lives with burdens on their backs."

"Let me tell you my story."

"When I was ten years old, I was much more innocent than you are now. Every day I feel that everything in the world is sincere and brilliant."

"I only blame my unlucky old lady. What kind of "Xuechaoshigong" is practiced, and the key point of practice is to devour blood relatives."

"She only had me as a son, and she quietly took me away, planning to use me as a sacrifice for her peerless magic."

"I don't know if I was lucky or unlucky, my father found us, and finally fought... Then, my father, in front of me, killed my old mother..."

Jiang Lie said with a smile.

"It's not over yet. My aunt, that is, my mother's younger sister, is unwilling to believe that my mother has practiced magic arts. She thinks that my father killed my mother in vain, so she chooses to assassinate my father."

"She couldn't beat my father, and my father didn't have the heart to kill her so he let her run away. I don't know if my mother's blood was naturally more radical. My aunt chose to kill me to torture my father... Crazy woman... ..."

"Fortunately, my martial arts had advanced by leaps and bounds at that time, and I took advantage of her unpreparedness to kill her..."

"Heh... When I was a child, she liked to hug me the most."

Jiang Lie was a little drunk from the alcohol made by Han Bing Shao, and he talked a lot.

There are no emotional changes when speaking, but it is easy to feel the great sadness lurking underneath.

"Look, who doesn't have a hard life? I think I'm miserable too."

Jiang Lie took another sip of wine while talking.

Xu Rong turned to look at Jiang Lie, only to see the young man in black looking at him solemnly:

"Brother Xu, I assure you that what happened to the Xu family was definitely not done by Diming Palace. If it was, I, Jiang Lie, would kill myself in front of you."

Xu Rong didn't know how to answer, so he nodded slightly.

Jiang Lie smiled when he saw it, and handed the jug back to Han Feng:
"Mr. Ye."

Han Feng took the jug and took a sip.

This arena is really too bitter.

But when the two of them talked about it to this extent, Mist didn't have any missions yet, which could only explain one thing...that is, he already had related missions.

Is Dongwulin's collapse plan?

At this moment, Han Feng suddenly felt that there was a fire in his heart, and he really wanted to come out and burn something.

It doesn't matter if it's a schemer or some kind of monster.

The mastermind behind the scenes, the murderer who killed the Xu family, the conspirator who destroyed this martial arts... Whether it is the same person or not, I want to... kill you.

(End of this chapter)