"Brother Ou, think about why you came here......"

A graceful figure appeared in his mind, at first only a small black dot, as if in the far distance as far as the eye could see. However, the figure approached at a very fast speed until www.biquge.info it came to him, allowing him to see it clearly.

It was a delicate and moving face, looking at herself coquettishly, and the red lips that kept opening and closing seemed to be saying something.

"Brother Ou, think about why you're here?"

What the...... Meaning?

"Brother Ou, think about why you're here!"

Why did I come and why did I come here?

Ouyang Ming, whose consciousness seemed to be about to sink, woke up, and in his mind, this figure became bigger and louder, louder and louder, until it resounded between the world of consciousness, like a thunderbolt deafening.

Why, did I come?

In Ou Yangming's mind, a pair of old hands appeared.

He was an orphan, an orphan who had no one to take care of him when he was a child. It was his greatest luck to be able to grow up eating 100 family meals in the village. When he grew up, he left the village and wandered around.

He was thirteen years old that year, and at this age it was already difficult to get scraps from the hands of adults. He wanted to help, but he looked malnourished and skinny, and couldn't find a place willing to take him in.

His favorite season is summer, because in summer, he can find more food, and when he is tired, he can take a casual walk around the street, the warm sun shines down, so that he does not feel cold, and he does not need to worry about whether he will freeze to death tonight.

What he hated most was winter, and in the cold of winter, he was much less likely to find food. And more importantly, when night comes, every cold night is a test of survival. He had seen too many homeless people, stray cats and dogs who couldn't sleep at night in winter. And they and their corpses become the source of energy for all creatures who are struggling on the line of life and death to survive.

Ou Yangming didn't want to be such a member, not at all, so he tried everything he could to keep himself alive as much as possible.

However, he was sick.

That winter night, he was sick, and very sick. He lay on the cold ground, feeling the heat of his body dissipate, and even the thick Baijia clothes could not stop the process.

In a dim light, he seemed to see a pair of malicious eyes staring at him. Subconsciously, he maintained his last vigilance, and all this was because he didn't want to die.

Then, in his almost half-blurred vision, he saw a pair of old, aged hands.

Immediately afterward, he felt a warm feeling, a kind of warmth that only remained in the deepest part of his memory, with a name called affection.

It was only after the high fever had subsided that he saw the owner of the hands.

The old craftsman took him back to the barracks, and took the initiative to take care of him, pulling his little life back from the hands of the disease.

So, from that day on, he lived in the barracks and lived a life without food and clothing.

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There was a sudden pain in my ear, and I was pulled hard.

"Oh, old man, you take it lightly, it hurts ...... pain"

Ou Yangming's screams rang out outside the playground, causing a burst of laughter.

In the barracks, what Ou Yangming envied the most was these children of good families who could become sergeants. They have good nutrition, have a strong physique, and are able to learn martial arts, becoming the most enviable person in Ou Yangming's heart, and also making him go over and peep repeatedly.

But the old craftsman hated him for doing so, and when he found out that he was coming to peep, he ran up behind him and grabbed him by the ear.

"You kid is peeping again, I'm not afraid of being suspected of being a spy and cutting you down!"

"Oh, old man, look at what you said. As long as you're there, they won't touch me!"

"Hmph, one day, I won't be there, see what you do!"

"Old man, your old man's life is 100 years old, and he will definitely be able to protect me. ”

"Don't pat me on the back, take out the book, what I taught you yesterday, how much do you remember?"

"Ah, old man, what's the use of reading and reading books, it's better to learn from them to practice martial arts. ”

"Phew! With your thin body, you also want to practice martial arts, first take care of your body, and then talk about it after you know all the words!"

"Hey, read...... It's hard......"

"You kid, do you want to read it?"

"Oh, old man, let go, I'll read, of course I'll read! Don't you know, I like to read the most!"

Under the threat of the old craftsman's fist and stick, he finally recognized the basic words and was able to read the contents of the book independently.

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"Stinky boy, why do you eat so little today, don't you want to practice martial arts, don't you eat a little more, how will you practice martial arts in the future?"

"Old man, I heard from the guy, this is medicinal food, it's quite expensive, don't get it in the future. ”

"Phew, you kid knows a fart, your body is not good to be small, and you have the root of the disease, if you don't recuperate with medicinal diet, do you think you can live for a few years? Hmph, I came to you, I was expecting you to send my old man to the end, not me!"

"But ......"

"Do you want to eat it, hey, where are my sticks?"

"Oh, old man, I'm almost done. Look, don't you have any bones left?"

"Bone, you're a dog, be careful of choking. Eat slowly, and no one will rob you. Hey, when will this frizzy temperament be able to change......"

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"Did the old man teach you how to identify the ingredients?"

"Of course, remember, you don't always look at who I am. ”

"Yes, then bring me the selected iron ingots. ”

"Old man, here!"

"Stupid, I want you to take a selected iron ingot, what are you doing with ordinary iron ingots? Where's my stick?"

"Oh, it hurts, the old man has mercy......"

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"Look at it, forging raw materials, extracting purity methods, you have to keep in mind that this is the basic skill of a forger, you must master it. ”

"Old man, I'm not an arms forger, why do you want me to learn this?"

"Hmph, can't you learn if you're not an arms forger? Even if it's an ordinary forger, you can still forge armor. As long as you learn this craft, at least you won't starve to death. ”

"Oh, that's right...... Okay, I'll learn!"

"Ahem, ahem......"

"Ah, old man, you started coughing again, did you get cold last night?"

"Hey, I'm old, and I can't accept old age...... Hey, why are you distracted again, my stick?"

In a trance, Ou Yangming's closed eyes left a wisp of clear liquid, and he remembered that the old craftsman's life failure had actually been foreshadowed, but he had never cared about it.

Always, never cared!

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"By the way, you take this knife to Zhang Yinfan, he has something to look for you. ”

"That miser, it's not good for him to look for me. ”

"Why don't you go soon?"

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"Good boy, here you go!" the old craftsman reached out and picked up a broken knife and threw it to Ou Yangming.

A broken knife was slowly repaired in Ou Yangming's hand, turning it back into a usable saber.

"Listen, a true munitions smith is not an ordinary blacksmith, and you have to be careful when forging every weapon. ”

"Come, look at what I do, and feel it with your heart. ”

"Remember?"

"Repeat. ”

"Stupid, I can't even memorize the mantra well, who will I beat if I don't beat you?"

"Okay, then I'll say it again, listen carefully...... Carry it!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm used to the beating. Go on...... What are you staring at, are you not convinced?"

"Don't pat yourself on the back and keep backing!"

"Okay, what the old man wants to pass on to you is the superposition technique. This is the last thing the old man pressed to the bottom of the box, and after teaching you, there is nothing left to teach. ”

"You damn stinky boy, today is a festive day, but you must make my old man make a fool of me, I really hurt you in vain on weekdays!"

All the voices faded away, and it seemed to condense into a picture at first.

Through the open window, Ou Yangming saw the old man lying on the hospital bed. The familiar old face was terribly emaciated, as if it had changed into a different person.

It was the last image he remembered, and after that, it was a blank slate.

A strong, unbearable sense of grief erupted from the deepest part of his body, like the waters of the river pouring down that day, and nothing could stop it.

Before he knew it, his eyes were already covered with tears, and his blurred vision couldn't see anything even in the spiritual world.

"Brother Ou, think about why you're here!"

It was like the bell ringing in the morning, which made him completely sober.

Why am I here...... yes, why am I here?

I am here for the old craftsman, for his life. Before I get the life-prolonging golden pill and prolong the life of the old craftsman, I can't fall!

Ou Yangming's body trembled violently, his emotions were agitated, his spirit was high, and his eyelids that seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds opened little by little.

A large amount of tears dripped down his cheeks, staining the placket of his chest. However, his eyes became more determined than ever.

The body that had fallen to the ground was full of strength, and the strong mental pressure could no longer cause him the slightest distress and restraint.

You've done enough, old man.

In the coming days, it should be time for me to honor you and let you enjoy your happiness.

Ou Yangming raised his feet, step by step, and walked forward unswervingly. Every step of his life is so steady, so steady.

His body was like a mainstay in the turbulent waves, the boundless waves, stepping step by step to the steps leading to the sixth floor.

Old man, I don't want anything, I just want you to live......

Stay with me, live!

(To be continued.) )