It wasn't the first night like this. Since the emperor recalled him to see him, Luo Siming has been standing beside the carriage where Luo Ming was every night.
But he just stood there and said nothing. The two fathers and sons said nothing to each other until dawn.
Speaking of which, Luo Siming was originally in charge of the command position in the team, but now he has nothing to do.
Every day, I just accompany him by the carriage, from time to time I would deliver a meal with Tang Ye, who was in the carriage with his father, and occasionally chat a little bit. Or sit beside the carriage, find some wood at random and carve it into a sculpture with a knife, muttering to himself while carving, or humming a few ditties to dispel boredom and enjoy yourself. Wood carving is the homework for the children of Luojian Villa when they practice holding the sword steadily, and every disciple of the sword house has done it. Luo Si Ming has not touched it for more than ten years. At this moment, his swordsmanship and martial arts are becoming more and more sophisticated, and the wood carving is more than fine, but it is not as simple and cute as in the past.
Next to him, Long Zaitian rubbed his palms artificially, eagerly waiting for the sweet potatoes roasted by the emperor to reach the heat. On the other hand, the emperor on the other side was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and resting.
Since one day, Bodhi Aples was injured, the emperor's mouth has also been here every night. It seems that he is worried about the future trend.
Luo Siming smiled and shook his head, and continued to add firewood to the bonfire. Tonight is still long, and this little firewood is not enough to burn. Staring at the bonfire that is soaring and fluttering, Luo Si ordered a piece of long wood, not knowing what to carve today, thinking about it in silence.
In the past few days, he was gradually able to recall his childhood. After ten years of being the head of the Luo family, the burden on his shoulders is heavy every day, and he rarely has the opportunity to indulge himself without thinking about anything. Don't think about the Luojian Villa, which has been passed down by the ancestors for thousands of years, and don't think about the father who has never recovered from his pain.
It is rare for him to have the opportunity to be himself. It brought back a lot of childhood memories. The fourth young master of the Luo Ri family is not a natural gentleman like a warm jade. When he was a child, he was naughty, climbed the roof down the well, and dug up dung to make biscuits. In the Luo family, he was also an unstoppable urchin.
Haruka remembered that at that time, he was most afraid of his father's anger, and hid behind his mother when he got up. The arrogant Heavenly Sword on the rivers and lakes is a paper tiger who cannot be wicked in front of his sweet wife. Not once did she collapse under the gaze of her mother's Jiaojiao.
Later, once again, Xiao Siming got into trouble again. Luo Ming, who lives in the house, is not even seen. Let him cry and hoarse his throat at the door of the room, but he didn't take a step.
But no one had the heart to blame his father, including his second uncle, who had always been upright and fierce. At that time, he just patted Xiao Siming's head and silently said: "I can't blame him.
Since the death of my mother, my father has become a Pakistani. He no longer cares about the justice in the rivers and lakes, nor the sword he forged, as if everything he valued in the past is no longer important. The most famous swordsman and kendo master who was born in the arena, can be called a genius swordsman who was born out of the world. I am afraid that he had already given up his kendo at that time.
All he is doing is trying to arrange for a few children to have a future that looks as great as possible.
There's always someone looking forward to him struggling to get out of the mud and believing he can do it. Maybe the process will be difficult, maybe it will take five or ten years, but he always comes out. He was the hope and salvation of so many people.
But this return period is far beyond everyone's imagination and patience. The trip to the South, which was regarded by many as a symbol of the return of the Heavenly Sword, failed to achieve an unparalleled edge. On the contrary, he lost more and became the beginning of a complete depravity.
Others always think that Tianjian Luo's name is a swordsman who is bent on seeking swords, and his kendo cultivation is the best proof.
But Luo Siming thought about it carefully, but he felt that it was not the case.
He may be very talented in swordsmanship, and he has higher and stricter requirements for swords than others, because he bears the mission of the entire family.
But Luo Siming believed that his swordsmanship must not be as aloof as the world thinks, or even the exquisite swordsmanship that penetrates the world and the truth that he himself pursues. He thinks that his sword is very affectionate.
In my mind came to mind how my father taught me to make the first sword back then. When his mother made trouble beside him, he seemed to be angry, but he couldn't help laughing and his hands moved unconsciously, starting today's carving. Dedicated to even the emperor, they left without finding out.
The shape of the long tree in his hand has gradually changed, and it has gradually emerged into the shape he remembered.
That is a sword.
It is very similar to the handle that his father taught him to cast.
What an amazing, but never forgotten first sword
The ghosts made a mess, and without knowing it, Luo Siming opened his mouth and replied. He whispered to the sky.
"I miss my mother.
Before the words were finished, the crowd retreated like a tide. The escaping gesture was close to panicking, which should not have happened to them. The way they ran away seemed to be struggling to escape some kind of despair.
Soon, 'Despair' revealed its true form.
It was a huge ferocious python that had never been seen before, and had never even thought of. It cruised all the way, and seemed to be a rather slow walk for it. But it has left a messy pit on the road, driving everyone to flee desperately, but the most eye-catching thing is still the same smile that it keeps under its huge yellow eyes. Just by looking at it, it seemed to lose the strength to escape.
"Leave quickly! This is a beast!' 1
Sima Huai's voice reached his ears from a distance. He couldn't keep the calm he should have. In other words, at this time, being unable to calm down is the most appropriate situation.
It's not that Rosmin doesn't want to leave.
But he couldn't leave. .Behind this, there are people he can't give up. But the smiling beast will not have the slightest pity, it maintains the momentum of expelling all things, and no one doubts that the Luo Siming hit by it will end up with the broken mud at the feet.
Until a sword energy exploded at the head of the snake!
The collision of the two forces shattered the air layer, and the surrounding air was rippling. Wherever the ripples went, trees shattered and rocks shattered, and the impact was unimaginable.
But what is even more difficult to imagine is that the beast actually stopped and returned.
Many people don't know now.
Ten years ago, there was also such a sword, forcing back the fierce beast in the world.
Ten years later, it is still the same person, with a sword, who confronts the sun.
The difference is that this time, what he is holding is the one-handle wooden sun.
The man who was silently facing the beast turned his back to his son and said in a low voice.
"Idiot."
Tears welled up in Luo Siming's eyes.
Exactly the same as his son, the man with the sword. It was the same at this moment, with tears streaming down her face.
chapter 41
to all those who want to escape
Luo Ming's return
Because of his appearance, he slowed down
Compared to seeing the murderer's mood again, it was incredibly calm and slow.
He looked up at the old nemesis that had haunted him for ten years in a ferocious form. The past ten years have been an unreal dream.
On that day that year, he stood in front of this white python, watching the hate happen. It was not even his turn to choose the way to escape, and even Aiko's corpse could not be recaptured. Luo Ming was not a timid person who cherished his life, he endured humiliation and suffered great pain to live until now, and he has always been driven by a strong will that is so strong that he uses what he has, and is close to running out of oil. He has been blindfolded, eager to destroy the world that has caused him so much pain.
Until Whale God Island, the young man with the black knife smashed him into a 'stove'.
Like a giant white python that came out of a nightmare, Wei Ri
Holding the same smile as ten years ago, he suddenly leaned back toward the sky, pulled up a strong whirlwind, and brought up countless small snakes, but at this moment it fell like thunder again.
Luo Ming took a step, raised his sword, and stabbed. The one who retreated is the devil.
Luo Ming took another step, still raising his sword and swinging it down. Nightmare retreats again.
After seven confrontations in a row, Luo Mingjin was peaceful and slow, and the fierce beast retreated to the ground and the mountains split open.
These seven swords are not at all from the classics of the famous swordsman Faluo family, and they do not use the candlelight Youying Creation of the supernatural power realm. Those who use swords can see that the posture of these seven swords cannot find any flaws. It is like a textbook of swordsmanship, which vividly shows the basic direction of the so-called swordsmanship, and the sword energy in these seven swords. How pure and condensed. Enough to force back the beast that shook the earth.
When he fought Ming Feizhen at Luojian Villa that day, he had already realized this situation, but he didn't have much chance to use it. Only now did I know that the sword that I had lost for more than ten years was finally found and held firmly.