in the edge

Chapter 355 One small step, one big step

The person in front of me looks like Huang Tian.

Even though the other party was wearing a bamboo hat and hiding his head and tail, Shan Bing was still aware of the other party's identity - even though he didn't have any evidence to prove this, he could confirm with this familiar feeling that he did not admit his mistake. .

It's definitely Huang Tian, ​​it must be Huang Tian, ​​he's back! The god-like monster is back!

"you……"

In just an instant, Shan Bing's back was completely wet with cold sweat.

The great terror of the past once again caught up with him, and helplessness and confusion once again clenched his neck. His heart began to beat wildly, and his face instantly turned pale. Sweat dripped from his forehead, hitting the bottom of his heart drop by drop. Memories that should have been forgotten surged out again.

After all, it hadn't been long ago, so how could he really forget it.

"I……"

His knees instinctively weakened, and Shan Bing almost knelt down on the spot.

There was no way he could win. He was facing a monster like a god. In front of such a majestic existence, he was as small as an ant or a flea.

The other party doesn't even need to do anything to him. He just needs to look at him and he will die on the spot and never be reincarnated.

There was absolutely no way he could be hostile to such a monster. It was absolutely impossible for him to defeat such a terrifying monster. All he could do was surrender. He could only kneel on the ground. He had no other choice. He could only …

"Is there really no other choice?"

A thought crossed his mind.

This idea is so bold and crazy that it is no longer even an idea that humans should have - but a normal person must take the path of survival instead of insisting on seeking death knowing that there is a dead end. But at this moment, Shan Bing found that this idea was so familiar.

Yes, it was so familiar. After all, he had been repeating this kind of thing during this period of time.

That is, try again.

If it doesn't work once, do it twice; if it doesn't work twice, do it three times. This is what he realized when he was learning the dish of stewed lion's head. And when he applied the same idea to other things, those original Things he thought he couldn't do no matter what, suddenly became unfavorable.

Indeed, he may suffer some failures at the beginning, but even failures can bring him some experience and lessons. Try again, and try again, and he will always be able to grasp the key to the matter. , there will always be a time to do it well.

And in this process, with his full concentration and accumulation of successes, he began to become stronger and stronger.

The so-called strength is not the harvest brought by great success, but the huge miracles accumulated by small achievements over and over again.

But now, a new challenge lies in front of Shan Bing.

"Choose a challenge?"

When he realized this, Shan Bing even felt that he had gone crazy. He would actually regard this matter as a challenge. He would actually regard facing this monster as a god as a challenge - just like Learning to braise lion's head, just like learning other dishes, was actually a challenge and an attempt.

"Try again, try again."

A certain voice screamed in Shan Bing's heart, urging him to take action quickly.

This is the power of habit, and it can also be regarded as the result of practice. The new ideas did bring him strength, but it also brought something else after all - just like now, Mingming knew very well in his heart that this would be There was an idea, but he still subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword behind the big shield.

However, at the moment when he was about to draw his sword, Shan Bing forcibly controlled himself.

The great horror he had witnessed in the past once again gripped his heart, and reason once again took over. The moment he held the hilt of the sword, he suddenly realized clearly that this kind of thing was different from what he usually did. Those attempts are completely different.

Whether it's making stewed lion's head or making chicken soup, even the most difficult Wensi tofu, after he fails, he still has a chance to do it again. These things may take some time, but for him there is nothing else The cost is negligible, at least there is no chance that he will die in front of the stove if the dish is not ready.

But this time, it was completely different.

If he fails, he will literally die.

This is a fight of life and death, not cooking. It only takes one failure and he will lose his life - his life will be gone, and everything will be lost. Such a huge cost is really worth it. Something?

"It's almost like... gambling."

At this moment, Shan Bing actually thought of those business disciples.

Shan Bing has always looked down upon those gamblers. As a soldier, he only knows how to cut with one knife, so he cannot understand those gamblers who just go bankrupt for an almost impossible card - -In his opinion, these gamblers' heads are probably broken. Why do they think that if they put down all their wealth, they will be able to gamble big?

And facts have also proven that losers are the majority. For example, a monster he dealt with recently was transformed from a crazy gambler. Even if he turned into a monster, the gambler was still shaking his three limbs. He has a dice head and wants to bet big. This shows how crazy gambling is.

But what Shan Bing didn't expect was that he himself would have such a day.

Indeed, he could try, he could try to pull out the sword, but this kind of thing was no different from a gambler. He was gambling with his own life, and he didn't even know what he was gambling on.

Can such a thing really be done?

Does he really want to bet on this sword?

"What are you going to do?"

Just when Shan Bing was still hesitating, the figure in the bamboo hat in front of him finally spoke.

"Are you going to stop me?"

Shan Bing's hands began to tremble more and more.

dare not.

No.

Both his mind and his body were suppressing him, telling him that he could not take action no matter what.

"I……"

After using the shield, Shan Bing still released his sword hilt.

Reason told him that he couldn't gamble. If he lost the bet, everything would be lost.

But before he could draw his sword, the figure in the bamboo hat in front of him had already drawn his sword.

"Are you going to stop me? Just you?"

Under the thick bamboo hat, Huang Tian's face was already very ugly.

Forget about being called out. Plans could not keep up with changes. Although it was not common, it was not uncommon either - but this time, he really couldn't bear it anymore.

His name is Shan Bing, right? The thing that once crawled under his feet, a humble existence like an ant, actually dared to draw a sword against him?

What is this? Is this thing suitable?

If he has to endure this kind of thing again and again, then when he really wants to take action later, his state of mind will probably be greatly reduced - compared with taking action with all his strength, it is really not that important whether the enemy is overt or we are covert. It is also a way to directly kill the ant that dares to provoke him, and then fight him openly.

Of course, more importantly, it allows him to think clearly.

With this thought in mind, he swung his sword.

There is no need to use any moves or concentrate on anything. It is just a matter of killing an ant. It is as simple as crushing a mosquito - do you need to yell when crushing an ant? Not required at all.

All he needs to do is run over him. This is his strength and his self-confidence...

"Sun-piercing strike!"

A big sun blooms in the streets. Immediately afterwards, the sharp blade penetrated the big day's sword.

"……Why?"

Huang Tian, ​​who was divided into two halves, looked at the left and right halves of his body. The outrageous perspective even made him dizzy.

But, this is not the end.

"Strike through the sun! Strike through the sun! Strike through the sun!"

The glorious sun rose again and again, and the sharp blade was swung out again and again.

"Guanri Strike! I am an elephant! I am an elephant! Guanri Strike! I am Guanri Strike! Elephant Strike!"

The short sword in his hand was swung like a kitchen knife. Shan Bing was so panicked that he couldn't even speak. He only knew how to swing the sword again and again, even though he no longer knew what he was chopping.

All he knew was that he had to cut it out.

In the past, he would never have been able to do such a thing. When the shadow of death gripped his neck, he would just stay in place like a chicken with its throat strangled. Of course, if Even when faced with those who are not as strong as him, he can still act like a tiger descending from the mountain, but the premise of all this is that he knows that he can win.

If he knew he couldn't win, could he still take action?

In the past, it might not have been possible.

But now...

"try again."

That voice was shouting in his heart.

"try again."

"Try again, try again."

"Try again, try again, try again."

"Come again, come again, come again, come again!"

Just like a person walking on the edge of a cliff, he was finally pushed from behind. Facing the inertia brought by this habit, the chicken that was grabbed by the throat finally started to kick its legs and struggle - even if the struggle was so long. The unsightliness may not even have any effect, but the will to survive that runs through life itself, or in other words, something more profound than the will to survive, finally began to control his body.

The reason why he uses manipulation to describe it is naturally because Shan Bing himself has almost lost consciousness at this moment. The excessive pressure has completely shut down his brain. He now has almost no ability to think, only mechanical and instinctive. , waving the sword in his hand, again and again.

Until he came to his senses.

"……Why?"

Looking at the bloody dagger in his hand and the bloody pieces on the ground, Shan Bing suddenly felt in a trance.

This...was he done?

What did he just do?

"it is good!"

Just when Shan Bing was on the verge of collapse, someone around him suddenly shouted, "Hello."

"Well done! Well done!"

A strong arm supported Shan Bing's limp body. It was the short man selling cooking cakes. Then, passers-by whose wallets were stolen also supported Shan Bing's body, and more and more people came over. , supporting Shan Bing who was about to fall, even if Shan Bing was covered in blood, they didn't care.

This is a passion that Shan Bing has never felt before.

In the past, although he was also killing monsters and murderers, people still avoided him like the god of plague. Perhaps in the eyes of these people, there was no difference between him and those murderers - but this time it was different. It felt like he actually felt a bit of eagerness, a bit of heart-warming concern.

Perhaps it was because of this warm care that Shan Bing's originally weak body gradually began to become stronger.

"I...there's nothing wrong with me."

Standing still, Shan Bing first reported that he was safe, and then quickly began to check the bodies on the ground.

It is not accurate to say that it is a corpse. Strictly speaking, the thing on the ground is more similar to minced meat - but the skill of chopping the stuffing is obviously not very skilled. Not only the tendons are not chopped, but the bones are also broken. They were all chopped into one piece, and after opening the bamboo hat that was split into three pieces, Shan Bing even pieced together most of the dough.

After seeing the pieced-together dough, Shan Bing was a bit confused and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"what."

Putting away the dagger, Shan Bing smiled bitterly.

"Aren't you scaring yourself?"

It was true that he was frightening himself, because the face he pieced together did not look like Huang Tian - in other words, what he met was probably just an ordinary swordsman.

An ordinary swordsman could scare him so much that he dare not take action, but he was still too bad now.

"Hey……"

Shan Bing couldn't help but sigh as he thought of how hesitant he was just now.

Think about it, what kind of person is Huang Tian? He is a monster comparable to a god. How could he eat sesame seed cakes on the roadside without paying for it and steal people's wallets?

Furthermore, if it was the real Emperor Tian, ​​he probably wouldn't have even had a chance to draw his sword just now, and he would have died in the face of him.

However, if it is the real Emperor...

"try again."

That voice sounded in his heart again.

Only this time, Shan Bing did not deny this voice.

If it is the real Emperor Tian, ​​then try again. Although he may die, there is no need for him to be afraid for his whole life because of this fear.

So it's been so long, why hasn't Huang Tian come back yet?

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"Why hasn't Huangtian come yet?"

Du Chengfeng was basking in the sun at the door of the imperial kitchen, looking up at the sky. He had just finished eating and was lying down picking his teeth.

He has been waiting for a month, but Huang Tian hasn't appeared yet. What is he doing?

"They must be planning some bigger conspiracy."

Du Chengfeng thought, maybe this was the only reason, otherwise he should have been hunted down long ago, how could he still be lying here basking in the sun?

"Well, he will definitely come. He will definitely come again. I can't let him find me."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng decided to continue waiting.

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