Supreme Swordsman

Chapter 860
"This is life!"

Sitting on the steps in front of the door, the old man was smoking a pipe, clicked, knocked the pipe vigorously on the steps in front of him, looked at the children beside him and said.

The child was wearing tattered clothes, with countless holes in the clothes, and there were still blood and mud standing on them. Moreover, the clothes were obviously too small, and they were tightly attached to the body, but if you looked carefully, you could still find , the child's clothes were originally very fine silk.

"I don't believe in fate!"

The child looked at the old man stubbornly and said.

Putting on a new pot of shredded tobacco and taking a few puffs, the old man finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Bai Le, I remember, your name is Bai Le, right?"

Turning around and looking at Bai Le, the old man asked in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Nodding, the child clenched his fists tightly and replied.

"Forget it, Baifu is already a thing of the past! Child, from today on, forget about this name...Follow me, let's live a life, old and young, with me eating, you won't be hungry. "

Glancing at the majestic White Mansion in the distance, the old man sighed and comforted him again.

"I do not!"

There was a look of determination in his eyes, and the child stubbornly shook his head, "Thank you, but I don't believe in fate!"

Respectfully kneeling on the ground, kowtow to the old man, the child struggled to get up from the ground, turned and left.

Looking at the child's back, the old man took another drag on his cigarette, then shook his head and sighed, "Why bother, you can't change anything!"

"Being a man, you must know how to accept your fate!"

With a hatchet picked up from nowhere, the child took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the White Mansion, and strenuously walked towards the familiar room.

However, before he could reach the door, the child was stopped by a servant.

The child drew the knife in silence, and slashed at the other party viciously.

Blood splattered everywhere, but the child's thin body was unable to fight against the opponent after all, and soon the child fell into a pool of blood, his eyes widened until he died.

All the way from Qingzhou Prefecture to the mountain gate of Lingxi Sword Sect, the shoes on the child's feet have long been worn out, and the whole person looks skinny. With this breath, he climbed up the mountain gate abruptly.

"Where is the little hairy boy, get out!"

In front of the mountain gate, a fat man looked at the child with disgust, and cursed with disdain.

"I'm not a hairy kid, my name is Bai Le, and I'm here to learn from a teacher!"

"Practice? You little brat, you know what practice is?" The fat man scolded mockingly, "You're such a bitch, you don't have any qualifications, what are you practicing, get the hell out!"

The child just bit his lip, but he still refused to leave, so he knelt down in front of the mountain gate.

"Kneeling is useless! Little brat, let me tell you, this is life!"

"Being a man, you must know how to accept your fate!"

This kneeling is three days!

A child, kneeling in front of the mountain gate for three full days, is enough for him to exhaust his last bit of energy.

However, the world seems to be ruthless as if it can't see his hard work and persistence!

The child finally fell in front of the mountain gate. After being unconscious, he was treated like garbage and thrown into the forest. In the midst of hunger and cold, he lost his last bit of breath and turned into a pile of dead bones!
On the back mountain of Lingxi Sword Sect, the child has grown into a teenager, but he still looks skinny.

In addition to the endless firewood and the endless laundry every day, I am busy from morning to night, and it seems that this is the whole life.

The young man would go to the sect every once in a while, and every time at this time, the young man would find an opportunity to peek at the disciples practicing swords in the square.

Every time it was a quick glance, but the young man was extremely persistent, and gradually, he also secretly learned a set of sword skills.

However, what awaits him is not a bright future, but a cold whip!
The fat man looked at him coldly, and scolded, "A handyman, who doesn't know how to work hard, even tries to steal his teacher. You should be beaten to death for such a lowly bone!"

The whip was whipped one after another, the boy's skin was torn apart, and he passed out several times.

"Little beast, have you accepted your fate?"

In a daze, the boy seemed to hear Fatty's contemptuous voice again!
His consciousness was a little fuzzy, but the young man still gritted his teeth, and with the last of his strength, he said, "I don't believe in fate!"

"Bad bones!"

"Then go to hell!"

"This is life!"

"Being a man, you must know how to accept your fate!"

The whip fell again, and slapped the young man fiercely until he completely lost his breath.

"Idiot! You can't practice such a simple swordsmanship, so why practice? Go back to work as a handyman as soon as possible!"

"Idiot! I've never seen a person with such poor qualifications as you! Pigs are smarter than you!"

"Get out! Get out immediately and be your handyman!"

One sound of shouting and cursing, one death after another!
The boy exhausted all his strength every time, but still couldn't change any result.

He can't even remember how many rebirths he has experienced!
Every time he tried his best to change his own destiny, but he was like an outcast from the heavens, without any mercy from the gods.

What awaits him is always just the deepest despair!
Once, twice, three times... ten times, a hundred times!

However, what awaited him was failure after failure.

The great pain almost made him lose all confidence.

"This is life!"

"Being a man, you must know how to accept your fate!"

These two simple words seemed to keep appearing in his life, at every important turning point.

Every time, his answer is the same, that sentence, I don't believe in fate!

But... Gradually, it seemed that even he himself had forgotten why he persisted!

Persevere... so tired!
In the dark, there seems to be a voice, always saying in his ear, give up, accept fate!
As long as you are willing to accept your fate, you will no longer suffer all kinds of suffering, and you can live your life in peace like a normal person.

Even he himself thought about giving up more than once, but there was always a thought that lingered in his mind.

No matter how difficult it is, no matter how painful it is, someone always seems to tell him, I don't believe in fate!

However, as long as you don't accept your fate, the suffering will never end!
It will only drag him into deeper darkness.

"Master Cihang, do you think Bai Le has any hope of making it through?"

Looking at Bai Le who was still sleeping in the sea of ​​stars from afar, the scholar asked again.

"Heart catastrophe is hard to overcome! For everyone, the most difficult thing to overcome is the heart demon!" Shaking his head, Master Cihang said slowly, "Besides, this heart demon catastrophe is the punishment of heaven at the same time. It is a hundred times more than the normal heart demon calamity! It is not easy to get through."

The scholar naturally understood the principles that Master Cihang said, but he just couldn't help but want to ask, because it seemed that only when he heard a definite answer from someone else could he believe in himself and that Bai Le could persevere.

The heart is doomed!

How much training does it take to make your heart like a mirror without dust?

(End of this chapter)