The Fairy Tale

Lambert is not Reg's real elder.

He only came to this border island that was almost forgotten by the world a year ago. To be precise, it was Reg who "picked up" him by the sea.

At that time, Lambert was icy all over his body, like a piece of ten thousand-year-old black ice, and even his breath was as thin as a gossamer. He was holding a thick wooden stick that looked like a ship's mast, and was washed onto the beach by the sea.

Reg lit a big fire, poured several large bowls of boiling ginger soup down, and helped him rub his body by the fire. It took a long time before Lambert opened his eyes.

Since then, Lambert has lived in Reg's house, and it has been a year in a flash.

Lambert is taciturn and rarely speaks. He only goes out once in a while. When he comes back, he always brings one or two low-level monsters. The skin can be sold for money, the meat can be eaten, and the magic crystal can also be sold for money. Although he lives in Reg's house, But it's not a free meal.

Although Reg is less than 20 years old, he can feel it. Lambert, who doesn't like to talk, should be a fighter, and his strength should not be low.

Reg, who had always dreamed of becoming stronger, also thought about asking Lambert to teach him fighting spirit, but when Reg and Lambert mentioned this, Lambert just shook his head slowly, without saying a word.

Reg, who had a strong self-esteem, gave up on it from then on, and decided not to mention it again.

"You have been out for two and a half days." Lambert looked at Reg lightly, his tone as indifferent as ever: "Don't you hide in the grass and sleep so much that you don't know day or night?"

Reg opened his mouth wide and scratched his head: "Ah, I was in a coma for two and a half days, it's been so long..."

"Coma?" Lambert's eyes suddenly became brighter and sharper: "What happened?"

Reg himself didn't know why he fell into a coma for so long, he thought it was only half a day, but unexpectedly, he was unconscious for more than two days in that sandpit. The beach was quite remote, and there were many wild animals, but he was not eaten by them It's just luck...

Reg was also very confused about the strange things he encountered, and when he heard Lambert's question, he told Lambert everything he knew.

"Kelion?" Lambert showed a trace of disdain, but when he heard that the red crystals fell from the sky and killed Sally, Lambert's eyes began to show surprise. When he heard that Reg was wrapped in red substance, Lambert's eyes were already full of shock when he heard a voice trying to snatch his body.

Obviously, this matter has completely exceeded his cognition.

"... Just like that, when I woke up, it was already now, and I accidentally discovered that my left hand seemed to have changed."

"What changes?"

Reg stretched out his left arm: "My left hand has become much stronger and can break sandstone with one punch, but my right hand can't..."

Before Reg could finish speaking, he felt his left hand tighten, but Lambert grabbed his left hand and watched carefully.

Lambert's hand grabbed Reg's hand, carefully looked at, felt, arm, arm, Lambert's eyes became more and more surprised, but at the same time full of doubts.

Reg didn't know what Lambert was doing, he even felt a breath of energy coming from Lambert's hand, and that breath entered his body, turning around in his body...

After a while, Lambert finally let go of Reg's hand. After a moment of silence, he suddenly turned around and walked into the house: "It's midnight, go to bed early."

Seeing Lambert leaving without saying a word, Reg was puzzled, but Reg was accustomed to Lambert's behavior, scratched his head, and followed into the room.

The next morning, when Reg was about to pack up and go hunting, Lambert suddenly called Reg: "Don't go hunting today, I have something to tell you."

Reg put down the thing in his hand a little strangely, and asked, "What's the matter, Lambert?"

Lambert sat on the wooden chair, staring at Reg with serious eyes: "Do you want to learn fighting spirit?"

Reg was a little surprised. Lambert, who never told himself these things, changed his temper today, but Reg still agreed: "Yes, I have always wanted to learn..."

"Why do you want to learn fighting qi?"

Reg replied without hesitation, with a bit of expectation and excitement in his tone: "In order to become stronger!"

"Become stronger?" Lambert's tone was somewhat sneering: "What is the purpose of becoming stronger? To get more money, power, women?"

Reg was stunned for a moment, then shook his head after a long while and said, "I don't know, I just know that I want to become stronger, become the strongest, I can do whatever I want, and no one can restrain me... At least, like yesterday, the face For Sally, I don't have to run for my life."

"Let me do as I please, no one can restrain me..." Lambert murmured in a low voice, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, Lambert looked up at Reg and said, "I can teach you fighting spirit."

Reg was overjoyed: "Really? Lambert, you really intend to teach me fighting spirit?"

Lambert nodded and said: "Although you haven't practiced fighting qi before, you should also know that as a fighter, you can only practice one kind of fighting qi in your life. Of course, unless you practice halfway, give up completely and start over again, You can practice other fighting qi tactics, now you have two choices."

Reg nodded. Of course he knew this common sense. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled when he heard the last sentence: "What two choices?"

Lambert's eyes fell directly on Reg's face, as if two nails were about to dig two holes in Reg's face: "One choice is that I will teach you the fighting qi formula I practiced personally, with my guidance, You will improve very quickly, but because of the limitations of the fighting qi formula, if you practice for the rest of your life, you may be able to reach the highest level of Dou Zun. Fighting qi is good, but you can only cultivate it by yourself, but from this kind of fighting qi alone, no one knows where its peak is..."

Reg's eyes lit up all of a sudden, as if a flame was ignited in his heart, and his heart began to burn. Reg replied without hesitation: "I choose two."

"Hmph!" Lambert said with a sneer, "Don't just listen to the Dou Qi Jue that is better than mine, you just choose the second one. If there is no one to guide you, it will be very slow to advance in cultivation. Maybe you can't even reach Dou Zun. And most importantly, if you want to practice this kind of battle qi, you have to face many things, even death."

"I'm not threatening you. I don't own this kind of fighting qi. For this kind of fighting qi, I almost lost my life. Maybe it's because of my good luck that I got this fighting qi. I have always They are all hiding here in Bali, just because they don’t want people to find me. If you cultivate, you will be found sooner or later. At that time, what awaits you may be death, and the opponent’s strength is definitely not something you can compete with.”

"They may be the strong people that ordinary people come into contact with and talk about, or they may be the family of hermits, or they may even be the unknown mysterious masters of the eight holy places in the world. The world is so big, there are countless strong people, you can't imagine it How many strong people are there in this world, once you choose this kind of fighting spirit, maybe you will face them one by one, and of course, you may die very early."

"Now, do you still have to choose this way?"

Facing Lambert's cold and stern gaze, Reg puffed up his chest, and still said without hesitation: "Yes, I still choose the two."

Lambert sneered: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Reg glanced at Lambert, and suddenly laughed, and there was a heart-wrenching look in his smile.

"In order to become stronger, I am not afraid of life and death. If I have the opportunity to face these well-known and unknown hermit masters again and again, then my goal is to step on them one by one!"

Lambert looked at Reg in front of him, with a little more appreciation in his eyes: "You can have this kind of momentum and spirit, and your future is immeasurable."

"Do you know why I have been refusing to teach you fighting qi?"

Facing Lambert's question, Reg shook his head in doubt, which was also a question that Reg had been unable to figure out.

Is it because his talent is too poor, or is Lambert unwilling to pass on his fighting spirit to himself?

Seeming to see through Reg's thoughts, Lambert shook his head and said, "It's not because your talent is too bad, on the contrary, your talent is very good, which makes me hesitate..."

"Practice the Dou Qi Jue I practiced, and you will definitely have good strength, but it will destroy your talent; practice the Dou Qi Jue I carry, but it may destroy your life."

"Over the past year, I have been observing you and testing you. Although it is just some things in life, trivial things can best reveal a person's character."

"Your body has undergone very strange changes now, which I can't understand, but I can be sure that your body has become better than before, and it is more suitable for practicing Dou Qi, so I finally couldn't bear it. I will teach you fighting spirit."

"I'm giving you two options. To be honest, I hope you choose the second option. Although the second option is very dangerous, as you said, as a fighter, on the road to becoming stronger, You must have no fear of life and death, and you have chosen two, I am very happy."

"What if I choose one?" Reg heard this and couldn't help asking.

A rare smile appeared on Lambert's face: "If you choose one, I will teach you, but for a fighter who will never be able to achieve great success, do you think it is worth my worrying too much?"

"From today onwards, I will train you strictly. The level of training can be said to be cruel. You have to get through it and become stronger. It's not just about talking."

Reg nodded without hesitation, his eyes were burning hot: "Yes, Lambert."