Chapter 011: hata is true of Kuan-peng

Wind giving in to thirty daughter was looked down upon and forced it, but qin raku three days in hospital,.

In the meantime, the entrance examination for the university in 2108 was carried out as planned.

"What a coincidence! The college entrance examination is still in the hospital? Ha ha..."

Lying on a white bed, qin luo goes back to his feelings three years ago.

On an evening in the summer of 2105, an orange sunset turned the earth golden, and a young boy excitedly headed home.

In his last mock exam, he finished in the top ten of the school year, and distinguished himself in his scientific knowledge and martial arts practice.

For him, the college entrance examination was a battleground more than ever before, and he was excited than ever before.

When he returned home with joy, the boy froze with a frozen expression.

The light of the sunset entered the room, creating a magical atmosphere. Inside the room, a young man in a black special combat vest reached out his right hand and pointed his sword finger between the eyebrows of a middle-aged man with a beard.

"No..." The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed almost mad.

The decrepit middle-aged man had a smile on his face with a sad but loving look.

Bam! One shot at a man.

Qin feihong turned his head and saw no emotion in his dark eyes. His arrogant eyebrows rose, and he smiled coldly, as if he were playing.

"Shouldn't we be happy?" Qin feihong said with a sneer.

Qinluo felt his heart shattered violently, felt suffocated, listened to his brother's words, and desperately shook his head.

"He was the man who killed my mother. Shouldn't he die?" Qin feihong's voice was as sharp as a knife and pierced qin luo's heart.

"No, no..." Blood bubbles oozed from his mouth and he tried desperately to explain.

"You must have thought about killing the guilty murderer by hand, too, but unfortunately you don't have that chance."

In fact, today we should be glad that the sinner has been punished.

The king cried. I cried with tears. He only wanted to defend his "husband" and "father".

"He didn't mean it, he just didn't have control..."

"I can't control it either... right?" Suddenly qin fei hong's words interrupted the weak excuse.

Qin 鵾鵬 smiled cold. "It doesn't matter if it's wrong. Just because he's poor doesn't make it right. What I killed actually saved him. Do you think it was right?"

In his mind, qin luo became confused and could not resist his brother's words.

Don, don, don.

Suddenly, I heard a heavy and continuous sound.

The blood in his eyes began to boil, and his blood vessels began to appear as if they were volcanoes on the verge of erupting.

"Oh! The blood line is out of control!" Qin feihong stared at his brother with blood.

At that time, qin luo's heart was beating at an abnormal speed, and a flood of blood poured over his body.

A sudden surge of qi blood in the brain, qin luo's consciousness collapsed, leaving only instinct.

Shoot!

The whole body began to run out of blood, the capillaries began to ooze, the blood mist swirled around the qin yue.

Damn it!

The bloody qinluo jumped up and attacked the prey in front of him with his red double claws.

In the middle of the night, the king of the desert escapes from the garden, leaving his brother alone.

"It will roar!

The runaway qin luo howled to the sky. The blood mist swirled around with the roar. Suddenly, the 'sudden change of the wind and the clouds' from "the secret of the wind and the clouds" was used.

Qin feihong's eyes lit up. "That's a very good qualification. It's the first time he's been out of control.

Qin su is also trapped in the current situation, unable to control the runaway blood line.

In front of the wild qin luo, he quickly launched an attack, qin fei hong's hands gently stroked, black and white double force began.

Pan!

As a result of the attack, the qinluo was blown away.

However, out-of-control conditions the hata raku ignored all as if turned into a dragon tiger beast strongly low bark. The blood mist began to gush again.

Qin feihong frowned slightly. He had never thought that his younger brother had studied such a high level of combat skills, and that he would be able to strengthen himself in a state of madness.

Wow! Shin!

The roar of the tiger and the cry of the dragon intermingled in the body of qin luo, and there was great fear.

At the same time, qin luo's speed, power, flexibility and murderous spirit all burst out, and qin fei hong was relentlessly attacked.

When the bell rang, qin lu's blood was exhausted, his face turned white as paper, and he became a dead man who could not walk.

If he had fought, he would have been exhausted.

At that time, qin fei hong reluctant to let his brother easily fall, gently hit the chest of qin luo. A strong source of energy rushed in an instant and suppressed the boiling blood.

Boom!

Qin luo, who had just regained consciousness, had no time to react and had unforgettable eyes.

It is a dark golden pupil, containing infinite secrets. It seemed to say something beyond reason.

Then he lost consciousness.

By the time he woke up, he was already in the hospital and his legs were numb.

At that moment, qin luo's tears silently ran down his cheeks. The death of his father was so painful that he broke his heart, but he was not defeated. But when I heard that my legs were numb, I was completely stunned.

He was fascinated by cold weapons from an early age, learning almost all of them, especially the sword. Since the age of 6, he has been immersed in the world of swords. The sword never left his life.

Qinluo knew how important the foot was for the sword.

In ancient times, a swordsman is said to have taught his disciples that they would not be qualified to learn the sword unless they were struck by the tail of a forest monkey with a wooden stick.

In other words, a healthy body is one of the basic conditions for becoming an excellent swordsman.

Now he has lost his leg and lost the foundation of swordsmanship. It is believed to have been the cause of the death of his son, and that the death of his son was more than a death of his own.

He was crying that his dream had gone away.

Nobody in the hospital thought he was sad that he could not walk, but few really understood that he was crying for the sword.

Qin luo returned to reality and saw the clean hospital room and white bed, but finally touched the scene and missed it, but he felt too young at that time.

"As the ancients said, 'Therefore, when heaven assigns great duties to a man, he must first torment his mind, strain his bones and muscles, starve his body and skin, and disarrange his deeds; So the patience, once benefit its can not. '"

I don't know why heaven has given me such a heavy responsibility, but at least I know that the difficulty is the sharpening stone in my life. It is this stone that makes my swordsmanship more advanced. '

Three years ago, on the day of the college entrance examination, I could not bear the pain of breaking the bond between father and son, so I thought about death several times.

Three years later, on the day of the college entrance examination, I buried the sword with qing jing.

After love, hate and high and low experience, the 19-year-old qin luo in these three years to create a new swordsmanship -- sword burial ceremony.