The long sword and the long sword were fighting each other, Yu Zecheng took a step back, allowing the opponent to slash, and his own stabbing was also pushed away by him with the hilt.

The opponent's long sword was wiped with the situation but failed to achieve success. Yu Zecheng, who used the sword spine to block the opponent's attack, raised his right foot, and the opponent also raised his right foot, hitting each other with his knees, and both sides retreated at the same time.

So familiar, he and him were once apprentices to that man.

"No! No! I'm not convinced!" The measuring officer roared. There were many wounds on his body. Like Yu Zecheng, the middle-aged man who put each other in blood pointed at Yu Zecheng in front of him: "Where did you learn this martial arts like Bai's abandoned disciple!"

……What?

Yu Zecheng seemed to have heard a huge joke. He tilted his neck and stretched his brim: "Wait for a moment, Luo Xianping, who told you that I am an abandoned disciple?"

"Didn't you get out with the bedding roll?!" The measuring officer pointed at Yu Zecheng: "I still remember the way you looked when you left the temple that day... like a dog without a home!"

"But that's because the master felt that I shouldn't have buried my talent, so he found another teacher for me." Yu Zecheng said, shook his head: "I have never been a devastated dog. I joined the disciple of the old Majesty of the Luowanta family... I learned his skills and the principles of being a human being... Luo Xianping, you have not learned these from your master."

"Shut up! You have such a great deal of face!" The metrology officer roared wildly.

"No, learning skills from that old man only requires strength, not face." After saying that, Yu Zecheng held a sword in his right hand, unpacked the package from his back with his empty left hand, and took out a one-handed weapon Black Shark Axe from the blanket: "That old cat man taught me a lot of skills, just like a master taught me to use a sword... I never felt that learning these things requires face. Luo Xianping, only people like you would feel that following the two His Majesties to learn skills is an illusory thing like face."

"No, that's just because the master is too tolerant." Luo Xianping raised his sword again: "I didn't see any benefits or interests in you."

"...Yes, I'm not really anything compared to your life experience, otherwise Han Lele wouldn't follow you... But there are too many things in this world that don't look at your life experience. Just like this sword, it doesn't matter who holds it in your hand, whoever is killed is important." He raised his head, and the sword instantly opened the sword that pierced the sword, and the one-handed axe in his left hand waved heavily to his opponent. When he had to draw the sword to hold the axe handle, Yu Zecheng held the sword in his hand. The hilt first hit the metrology officer's face, then the heavy blow on the knee, and then a long sword wiped open the left arm leather protective gear of the metrology officer.

The metrology officer waved the long sword, and Yu Zecheng blocked the attack with the long sword in his hand. It was a perfect triangle. While blocking the attack, the sharp nail on the back of the one-handed axe blade in Yu Zecheng's hand had penetrated the right knee of the metrology officer. With a force, the metrology officer lost balance.

The next second, Yu Zecheng was holding a long sword and the sharp weapon he waved with the momentum directly cut off the head of the rational official.

"Arrogance is the enemy of warriors."

After sighing, Yu Zecheng walked towards the steps leading to the second floor.

I still remember that at that time, my master thought that one of his disciples named Zecheng had good talent, so he decided to recommend him to his father-in-law, who is also the old majesty of the Bai Jianwei family, and is now an idle old cat.

After passing his assessment and his interview, when facing the last question, I still remember that the old man asked such a question.

"Zecheng, if you learn these skills, what kind of person do you want to be."

"Of course, it's like a master, to be someone who lets you live and others live." I still remember that when I was young, I admired Prince Bai extremely, so naturally... I also want to be a warrior like him.

Unfortunately, the dream is too beautiful and the reality is too cruel.

In this cold world, there is not much warmth and memories. The former friends became strangers, the former lover became someone else's bride, and he... in the end he failed to fulfill his vows and gradually lost in the painful memories called the past, until he saw the farmer and his family on the pole.

Then I realized that I had wasted too much time and saw too many unfair things, but I did not sweep all the unfair things like I made an oath.

But...at least it's not too late to start now.

Some hatred must be washed with blood.

Some grudges must be repaid with life.

……………………

"It's still an hour away." Sitting on the side of the combat boat, Akimi looked at the gradually lit horizon in the far east.

"What a beautiful sunrise, sister." Mingen, who was sitting beside him, said, and his sister looked at the horizon, sighed and was happy: "The last time I saw the sun, I was still spending the New Year with... and I sat on the rooftop for a night before waiting for it... It's a pity that beauty and life are so fragile."

After saying that, Mingen turned to his sister: "Sister, I just dreamed of him."

"Are you thinking about the ring again?" As if he knew what his sister wanted to say, Akimi asked with a smile.

"Yes, I made an agreement with him at that time. When I grew up, I would be his bride and wear the ring he bought for me... At that time, I was really naive and terrible." Mingen shook his legs gently and recalled his past experiences: "Later we discovered their bad deeds, and then I realized that I had become a bridge to happiness for others without realizing it. It turned out that in his eyes, I was not the little sister of the leader... People's hearts are so changeable, my sister."

"But I believe that Marceau won't be like that." Mingmei stretched out her hand and patted her sister's head: "Don't think too much. Some things are the past. Don't you always say that you can't move and you won't want time."

"Is that right...but I always wonder if there will be one day when Marceau is unable to put a ring on us in the end..." Speaking of this, Mingmei held the shotgun in her hand tightly: "The closer we get to that day, we will find that she is so timid."

"I think you're more like a marriage anxiety syndrome." My sister answered, looking at the map in her hand: "Don't worry, Marceau will be back. He didn't take the girl to escape the marriage."

The sister, who was telling a cold joke, seemed to care whether she was answering her sister's questions at all.
Chapter completed!