Martial King’s Retired Life

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Yelin night wind blows, bringing a bit of coolness.

Wan Yuguo's night and day are like a wonderful girl. The passion of the day and the softness of the night are fascinating.

In the night when everyone had something to do, the four masters of the Luo family just sat silently beside a carriage.

This night is not the first. Since the emperor summoned him, Luo Shiming has been standing beside Luo Ming's carriage every night.

But just guarding and saying nothing. The father and son were relatively speechless until dawn.

Speaking of which, Luo Shiming was originally in charge of command in the team, but now he is doing nothing.

Every day I just spend time with the carriage, and I often give a meal to Tang Ye who is in the carriage with my father from time to time. Otherwise, it will be sitting next to the carriage, arbitrarily finding some wood to carved into a sculpture with a knife, -while engraving -whispering to himself, or just humming a few small songs to make it boring and quite enjoyable. Carved wood carving is the homework of a child in Luojianshanzhuang when practicing holding a sword. Every disciple in the sword room has done it. Luo Shiming has not touched for more than ten years. At this moment, the sword skill and martial arts are becoming more sophisticated, and the wood carving is more than fine, but it is not as simple and simple as that year.

The dragon beside him rubbed his palms artificially, waiting happily for the sweet potatoes roasted by the emperor. The emperor on the other side sits on the ground and closes his eyes.

Since the day when Bodhi Aleppo was injured, the emperor has been here every night. Seems to be worried about the future

Luo Shiming smiled and shook her head, and continued to add firewood to the campfire. Tonight is still long, this wood is not enough to burn.

Staring at the bonfire that was flying soaring, Luo Siming touched it-a piece of long wood, I don't know what should be carved today, thinking about being silent.

These days, he can gradually recall his childhood. Mouth of mouth

For ten years, Luo Jiashao became the head of the family, shouldering heavy burdens one day after another, and he rarely had the opportunity to so indulge himself without thinking about anything. Don't think about the Luojian Villa, whose ancestors have been passed down for thousands of years, and don't think about the father who has never been able to recover from the pain.

Rarely he has the opportunity to be himself.

This reminds me of many childhood memories. The four masters of the Luo family weren't born as warm and flamboyant puppets. When they were young, they had naughty tricks, climbed the water well under the roof, and drew big dung to make burnt cakes. They were also an unstoppable naughty boy in the Luo family.

Yao remembers that when he was most afraid of his father being angry, he was afraid to hide behind his mother. The arrogant sky sword on the rivers and lakes is a paper tiger that can't be disgusted in front of Jiao's wife. Not once did her mother's Jiao Jiao fall into disrepair.

Later, one time, Xiao Siming made trouble again. The name of the self-occupied house is not even seen. Let him cry at the door of the room and mute his throat, but didn't come out-step.

But no one was willing to blame his father, including his elder uncle who had always been upright. At that time, he just patted Xiao Siming's head and said quietly: "You can't blame him.

Since the death of his mother, his father seems to have become a person. He no longer cares about justice on the rivers and lakes, nor does he care about the swords he casts, as if everything he valued in the past is no longer important. This most famous swordsman and kendo master born on rivers and lakes can be described as inexperienced. The genius swordsman, I'm afraid he had given up his kendo at that time.

All he was doing was making arrangements to leave a few children with a future that looked as big as possible.

There are always hopes that he will struggle to climb out of the mud and believe that he can do it. Maybe the process will be difficult, maybe five or ten years, but he always comes out. He was the hope and redemption of so many people.

But this return period is far beyond everyone's imagination and patience. The journey of the South Expedition, which was regarded by many as a symbol of the return of the Tianjian, failed to return to a world-leading edge. Instead, he lost more and became the beginning of a complete fall.

Others always think that Tianjian is a name--a swordsman who seeks swords in heart, and the kendo cultivation that is commensurate with it is the best evidence. But Luo Siming thought about it, but he didn't think so.

He may be very talented in swordsmanship. He has higher and stricter requirements for swords than others, because he has the mission of the entire family.

But Luo Mingming believes that his swordsmanship is definitely not as solitary and clever as the world thinks, or even the exquisite swordsmanship that he is pursuing.

He felt his sword was affectionate.

In his mind, it emerged how his father taught himself to make a sword. When his mother was making troubles beside him, he seemed angry and couldn't help laughing.

The hand moved unconsciously and began today's carving. Attentively, the Emperor did not find them leaving.

The shape of the long wood in his hand gradually changed, and little by little became what he remembered.

It was a sword.

Much like the first sword that his father taught him to cast, which was nothing great but never forgotten.

"father.

The ghost was so terrible that Luo Shiming spoke unknowingly. He whispered into the sky.

"I miss my mother.

The words continued, and the crowd retreated like a tide. The stance of escape was close to panic, which should not have appeared to them. It seemed they were trying to escape some kind of despair.

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