"The birds and animals are not counted, even the flowers and trees here are alive, have you seen it?"
Bei Shi led Chang'an through the small courtyard and walked into the forest behind, where a strange plant grew. The branches were no different from ordinary trees, but from a distance, it looked like water flowing through the tree It was like skin, and when I walked in, I found that there were transparent lines on the trunk, which were flowing rapidly without stopping for a moment, making people dazzled.
"I've seen it." Bei Shi took big steps and didn't deliberately wait for Chang'an, so the child had to chase after him while running and bouncing, while saying, "There is a big flower that ate me up."
Bei Shi paused, looked back at Chang An, who had neither arms nor legs, and wondered, "Then how did it spit you out?"
Chang An proudly puffed out his chest, and replied, "I poked a hole in it."
"..." Bei Shi was amused by his small appearance, rubbed his bird's nest-like head, and said with a smile, "Oh, you are still a little wolf cub—then let me see, what do you have? ability."
He took the small knife no more than two palms long from Chang'an's hand, and swung it backhand at a branch, from bottom to top, the angle was almost perpendicular to the ground, and then with a soft sound, he cut off that section of branch, Shi stretched out his hand to catch it, and a refreshing fragrance came out from the twig, and there was indeed water in it.
"This tree is called Qiongjiang tree, which means 'there is nectar inside'. The cut branches are dried in the sun, and the inner layer of the bark can be burned and eaten. It tastes very delicious, but the outer layer is extremely hard. It is a good material for building a house." Bei Shi passed the branch under Chang An's nose and asked, "Want to try it?"
Chang An didn't hold back, smelled the fragrance and was so greedy, he immediately leaned forward, wanting to taste it with his hand, but before his mouth touched a bit of bark, the branch was pocketed by Bei Shi under his nose After a lap, like teasing a puppy, it was taken away again, and he drank it all by himself.
Chang'an: "..."
Bei Shi let out a pleasant "ha", lowered his head, and found that the little wolf cub was looking at him with hatred, and seemed to get infinite entertainment from it, he laughed and said: "If you want to drink, do it yourself, wait for you After cutting enough branches, I will build you a shed, otherwise you will sleep on the roof for me."
Chang An gritted his teeth at him, took the knife, and without thinking, slashed hard at the branch, but with a "choke", the blade broke out, leaving no trace on the branch.
Chang'an was stunned for a moment, and then he took out his endless, either you or I will kill the piranha, hacked at the nectar tree several times, and he was out of breath after a while.
Bei Shi looked at him with interest.
Although men have been reluctant to interact with crowds for many years, they also know the temperament of such a big child—no matter what they are doing, whether they succeed or fail, they will subconsciously turn around and look at the adults around them. Sometimes it is asking for praise, and sometimes it is wronged to ask for help.
But Chang'an didn't, his whole mind seemed to be attracted to the tree that couldn't be cut down, and he completely forgot that there was a person around him.
Bei Shi suddenly reached out and pinched the back of the knife.
"The branches of the nectar tree are harder than the steel used to make knives." Bei Shi said, "No matter how powerful you are, it is impossible to smash a stone with an egg—but its branches can be cut off, you Do you know why?"
Chang An gave him a puzzled look.
Bei Shi said in a flat tone: "Because everything in this world, no matter how powerful it is, will have its inherent weaknesses from the moment it is born. This is why there is only one piece of the blade, but it is invincible—as long as you can find the weakness of the opponent."
"Watch carefully." When Bei Shi said this, he pinched Chang An's small hand from behind. Chang An felt the irresistible force from the man's hand, and swung the blade with his hand.
The change in feel made him understand immediately—the branch was cut.
But as Bei Shi's movements slowed down, the knife in his hand could no longer be moved up an inch, and got stuck between the severed branches of the tree, and the fragrant sap dripped all over the ground. .
Bei Shi went on to say: "The grain on the Qiongjiang tree is its weakness. Only if you capture the change of the grain at that moment and chop down along it, can you cut off the branch, but you only have a momentary chance. If you The knife is not fast enough to pierce through the whole branch before the next change in its pattern, and the edge of the knife will be stuck in it, do you understand?"
Chang'an heard this, but his face was full of confusion. He half-understood and asked: "Everything has a weakness, so does a knife have a weakness?"
Bei Shi let go of his hand with a smile, wiped off the dirty ashes on the child's face, and said, "The knife is just like you, brat. There are weak points all over the body, and it will be broken with a light hand. But so what? Where the blade points, everyone will tremble."
Chang'an asked the bottom line: "Why is that?"
"You won't understand." Bei Shi was silent for a while, feeling that he couldn't explain clearly, so he stopped talking.
The man was like a moody person, while he was talking, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He tapped the back of Chang An's head, and even said a little coldly: "Unless you practice your own knife—you will Start cutting trees, when will the branches cut down be enough to build a wooden house, and when can you move into the house, before the house is built, you must not leave my yard in the future, and you must not leave the forest in the future, otherwise you will die Conceit, do you hear me?"
After he finished speaking, he turned around with his hands behind his back, and returned to his own cabin, leaving Chang'an alone.
With Chang'an's eyesight, after staring at the rapidly changing lines on the tree for a while, his eyes were dazzled.
Bei Shi only told him that the knife should be fast, but he didn't tell him that the speed of the knife is still based on "strength". It is impossible to swing the knife so fast.
In fact, Bei Shi still didn't really want to teach him, and planned to use this method to make the little guy retreat in the face of difficulties - learning a knife, to put it lightly, he is a sub-beast, and he was born without the strength to control such a murderous weapon.
There are always some things that are limited by talent and cannot be forced. Even if he really masters it, after ten or twenty years, those thick blades will crush his wrist sooner or later, causing irreparable injuries to his bones. Originally, he looked like he would not live long, who was he competing with
From Bei Shi's point of view, this little thing is not here to survive, but to seek death.
It's a pity that he was born as a little wolf cub, but forgot to grow claws, how far can he go
One afternoon passed, and the nectar trees remained motionless as a matter of course, as if there was not even a trace of scars on the surface of the branches that had flowed through them. Chang An's palms were worn out long ago, his arms were completely swollen, and his chin and chest were still intact. It was stained with his own nosebleed, but he wiped it off casually and didn't care.
In fact, Chang An didn't feel anything. The knife in his hand bounced off the hard bark. He staggered and sat down on the ground.
Chang An couldn't breathe, his chest seemed to be blocked by cotton, his temples throbbed, and his eyes were brightly colored, and there was a slight fishy smell in his dry coughing throat, and he felt like he couldn't even touch a single finger. I can't lift it up.
He sat on the ground for a while, looking up at the indestructible Qiongzhi tree in front of him.
In this way, the seven-year-old Chang An encountered the first seemingly invincible enemy in his destiny—a tree.
He felt a kind of despair that could not be seen for a long time.
Bei Shi quietly stood behind Chang An and poured him a glass of water.
This kid didn't give up the whole afternoon, and he had already exceeded Bei Shi's expectations. However, from this point of view, he was about to give up soon.
Even a determined adult can be intimidated by a road that can't be seen at a glance, let alone such an immature little thing? Leave him for ten and a half months, and make him fatter. For the sake of being a descendant of an old man, send him down the mountain. Bei Shi shook his head and squatted beside Chang An, watching him gulp down the water , picked up his knife, shook it in his hand, and said in a self-consciously persuasive manner: "Little boy, why do you have to learn how to learn a knife? Didn't the person who took care of you tell you that an Asian like you Beast, if you want to live a good life, you better learn a craft?"
These words pierced Chang An's heart, he gave Bei Shi a hard look, and remained silent.
Bei Shi flicked him on the head not at all tenderly: "I'm asking you something, brat, you should respect those who are stronger than you."
"Zheyan wants me to be a carpenter." Chang'an's voice was already hoarse, and he couldn't even hear the unique clarity of a child.
"Isn't the carpenter pretty good?" Bei Shi asked strangely, "Why did you run away?"
"I didn't run away." Changan tilted his head, avoiding the claw that liked to play tricks on his head, and said frankly, "The carpenter's wife poisoned Zheyan, and I burned their whole family to death. I went to learn carpentry somewhere."
Bei Shi: "..."
The man stared at him dumbfounded for a long time before he stammered and asked, "You... what did you say? You burned their whole family to death?"
"Hmm!" Chang An admitted without any hesitation, without any sense of guilt as a murderer.
Bei Shi frowned, his expression turned serious, and he said coldly: "Even if you take revenge, the patriarch and the elders are still in charge, how can you kill people casually? Besides, killing people is not enough, even bloody revenge, and there is no one who can destroy people's families." Reasonable, you kid has been so vicious since you were a child, what will you do when you grow up?"
Chang'an said straightforwardly: "The carpenter said bad things about Zheyan behind his back, did bad things to Zheyan, his wife poisoned Zheyan, shouldn't I take revenge? What are patriarchs and elders? Why should they make the decisions? ?”
Faced with such an unreasonable dead child, Bei Shi wanted to raise his hand to give him a slap, but he was afraid that his hand would lose its weight and kill him again, so he raised his slap and put it down unnaturally. , raised eyebrows and said: "Fart! People of a clan live together, naturally there are rules, wouldn't the patriarch and elders give you justice?"
Chang An jumped up from the ground, forgetting Bei Shi's earlier teaching of "respect those who are stronger than you", and said loudly: "Zhe Yan can't live anymore, shouldn't the person who killed him deserve to die?"
It had been many years since no one had dared to jump up and roar in front of him. Bei Shi couldn't help being stunned for a moment, looking at this little thing with teeth and claws in front of him.
Chang An's lips were a little blue—it seemed that he had been overworked all afternoon, but he did not lose his momentum at all, pointing to Bei Shi's nose and said: "Zhe Yan told me that if you have kindness, you will repay kindness, and if you have revenge, you will have revenge. Did I get justice?" , is the hatred gone? Can you be lazy? Besides, what’s the use of giving me justice? I’m not the one who was poisoned to death, so why give me that thing?”
Bei Shi suspects that this little wolf cub doesn't understand what "fairness is" at all.
He might not even know how to write.
Chang An snatched the knife, yelled, and threw himself on the nectar tree again, opening and closing, slashing desperately, as if the nectar tree was his big enemy, Bei Shi almost suspected that he wanted to save the bark and use his teeth to bite.
Bei Shi thought for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud, and asked: "'Repay kindness if you have kindness, revenge if you have vengeance'... You are a bit interesting, so tell me, if you don't go to someone to take revenge, come to me What are you learning about knives?"
"If you can't learn how to use a knife, you have to listen to others in everything you do. How can you repay your kindness and revenge?"
Bei Shi didn't expect to hear such a sentence from Chang An's mouth, and he almost looked at this little boy with admiration.
In the vast continent, is craftsmanship not important? Nature is important, but why should the orcs who can transform be respected? Isn't it because they are strong, they have the power to fight, so they can survive better in this northern continent where the weak prey on the strong
Whoever is powerful is the master. The weak have no right to dominate themselves. This is actually the only rule in the world.
Fair and cruel.
Man can become beast... Man can become beast...
Bei Shi laughed at himself—isn't it the same thing