"Haha, Master, you are so nice!" Long Xiangtian grinned, like a ray of bright sunshine, illuminating the way for night travelers in this pitch-black night, and like a brilliant shooting star, deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.
"Isn't it? Go to bed quickly, you have to get up early to practice tomorrow." The old man smiled helplessly at this moment, patted Long Xiangtian on the head and said. Long Xiangtian looked at the old man excitedly, listening to his familiar words, watching his familiar movements, Long Xiangtian knew that the old man he was familiar with, his master, was back! Yes, he was back!
Long Xiangtian slept more soundly and sweetly than anyone else.
The next morning, when it was just getting light, a light mist enveloped the mountain, covering the entire mountain with a veil. Long Xiangtian really did what he said, and he really came out to practice at dawn. Long Xiangtian swung his fists one after another, each one creating a gust of wind that hurt the tip of one's ear, with a sharp whistling sound, again and again, and he did not stop even when his physical strength was exhausted.
With each breath, he seemed to feel his strength was replenished. His martial arts, which had not improved for many days, had improved a lot. His limbs seemed to have endless energy. Only by abandoning distracting thoughts can one achieve great success. He thought to himself that he needed to be quiet and calm in his heart. Only with tranquility can he achieve great things. Long Xiangtian closed his eyes and felt the moment of tranquility from his body to his mind.
Long Xiangtian opened his eyes and found that his strength had improved a lot. He immediately smiled like a child. He was so happy. He gained a lot every day here. However, when he remembered that this was his last day here, the joy on his face slowly disappeared. Although he really couldn't bear to leave here, the old man only gave him one day. He really couldn't bear to leave here.
Long Xiangtian thought of every detail of his stay here, remembered the old man who had saved his life, remembered the lovely little girl, Xiaomi, the little girl with big watery eyes, and the first words she said after he woke up. He could not forget the admiration and surprise he had felt when he admired the scenery here. If possible, he really wanted to live in seclusion here for the rest of his life and never come out again, and never do such head-losing things again.
Long Xiangtian found that he had developed a different feeling towards this place and the people and things there, just like a family, a happy and harmonious one. How long had it been since he had felt this way? In fact, he himself didn't know. He really only had one day left, only one day. What could he do about what he could cherish and wanted to cherish? Time waits for no one. It is said that time flies. If time races against him, he is bound to lose.
Long Xiangtian thought of his childhood. At that time, he was just a child, an ordinary child, a child who longed for love and a sense of existence. But such a child, no one loved him when he was young, his parents only knew how to play every day, and owed a lot of debts, so that he had to pay it alone. At that age, what kind of childhood is there for someone who has never played? His parents did not take care of him, leaving him to fend for himself, and he would never go home more than three times a year, as if this was not his home, but the gambling table and gambling games.
Every time his parents came home, the sensible little Long Xiangtian would always cook a bunch of delicious dishes for them. His father would always come home drunk, talking nonsense as he went home, muttering, "You old bastard, I'll beat you to death!" Then he started to beat his mother. His fists and feet fell on his mother, and she had no power to fight back. Long Xiangtian saw it with his eyes and remembered it in his heart. At that age when others were having fun, he began to take on his own responsibilities. He endured it and didn't let himself shed a single tear.
When Xiaolong Xiangtian grew up a little, he began to face the siege of creditors. He had no choice but to become a mercenary. How could such a thin figure do such a dangerous task as a mercenary? In order to pay off debts, to survive, and for himself, he had to live and live up to his conscience. When many people learned that such a thin child, who was still in school, was a mercenary, a few people sighed slightly, while the vast majority of people were mocking and ridiculing.
After all, being a mercenary is not an easy job. It is a physical job. If you are not careful, your head will be taken away. Therefore, most families think that life is more important than anything else, so they will not be stupid enough to choose to be mercenaries. At that time, many people ridiculed his strength.
"Who is this boy? He looks quite crazy!"
"Tsk tsk, they are just mercenaries. They might be gone in a few days." The person next to him said this loudly and without any concealment, in order to irritate Long Xiangtian.
Long Xiangtian was very angry at the time, but he knew that he couldn't be angry. Once he lost his mind and control, wouldn't that be what they wanted? But he refused. Who is he? Long Xiangtian. What is he going to do? Tell the world that he is the best! Long Xiangtian secretly clenched his fists and vowed that he must improve his strength, beat those bad guys away, let them not dare to laugh at themselves, face themselves, maybe one day, they can be sure of themselves.
Long Xiangtian sighed. He clearly remembered his mood at that time, and understood how important the word "strength" is in today's life. If a person has no strength, then what can he use to fight with others? Power? That is all false. Only strength is real and exists in a head-on confrontation.
Xiaolong Xiangtian began to practice martial arts more diligently, learning every move in a very good way. Since no one taught him, he watched other masters teach their disciples and practiced slowly. He fell and tumbled during the process, but he still got up with a bright light in his eyes and continued to practice. That light was the spirit of hard work and striving that only young people have.
Long Xiangtian recalled that once when he was out escorting someone, he encountered a group of extremely powerful people on the road. Long Xiangtian was beaten to the ground and couldn't even get up. Those people stepped on his back. At that moment, Long Xiangtian was enraged. He screamed and tried to turn over, but he clearly heard the sound of his bones breaking, so crisp.
Just like that, with a click, Long Xiangtian felt that he had never been so humiliated in his life.
Long Xiangtian knew that people were not convinced of his strength, and he also knew that if he wanted people's respect, he must have strength. Whenever he wanted to give up, he always remembered those sarcastic words to motivate himself and keep moving forward.