Chapter 132 132: Destiny is fixed? 【Ask monthly ticket】
"These warriors!" Qishan cursed angrily, and his thoughts were disturbed by the sound of fighting. Really impatient, he raised his hand and pulled out the fork pole supporting the window. Without the support of the fork pole, the window slammed shut, "Will you let people sleep at night?"
The moonlight pouring into the house was cut off in the middle.
The sound of closing the window is a bit quieter, but it is still very noisy. The noise is like mosquitoes buzzing in the ears. The sound is not loud but full of presence. Qishan sighed, so he had to use a "two ears don't hear things outside the window" rhetoric to close his hearing.
Others do not have this ability.
Holding back his anger, he poked his head to see who went crazy at night, and seeing that it was Shen Tang and Li Li, he went back to his room and continued to sleep.
Zhai Le yawned: "Brother Shen is really full of energy."
Gong Shuwu was not surprised: "It stopped after the fight."
"I'm asleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."
He also wanted to see how Gong Shuwu trained soldiers.
Zhai Le crawled into his bed, and closed his eyes.
Within three breaths, there was a slight snoring sound.
Gong Shuwu raised his hand and flicked out the oil lamp.
The houses in the bandit village are limited, and they bought dozens of newcomers during the day, the housing became more and more tight, the people below crowded into the Datong shop, and Zhai Le, as a guest, could only squeeze a room with Gong Shuwu. It is said to be "squeezed into one room", but it is actually sleeping on two improvised wooden boards.
Although the conditions are simple, Zhai Le knows the conditions on Shen Tang's side, and as a warrior, he doesn't have the problem of being coquettish from an ordinary family. When I was young, I worked hard in the mountains, not to mention sleeping on a piece of wood, it is a luxury to be able to lie down and sleep.
At the moment, there is still a roof and four walls.
The fight between Shen Tang and Lili is still going on.
The situation remained stalemate. Lili tried to break through in various ways, but failed repeatedly. Whether it was a fast attack, a slow attack, or a sudden sneak attack, Shen Tang was always able to handle it with ease, and followed him to change his response rhythm. The more Li Li fought, the more anxious and upset he became.
In the end, he lost his rhythm, and Shen Tang seized the opportunity and hit his wrist with one blow. The moment the "weapon" was released from his hand, he secretly thought something was wrong. Sure enough, after only three moves, she decisively pressed the tip of the wooden stick against his throat, and he lost.
Lili stood in place for a long time.
Until Shen Tang took back the stick.
"Lang Jun, if you've had enough fun, can you go back to sleep?" As the blood rushing straight to the brain gradually cooled down, the fighting spirit in Li Li's blood was replaced by some kind of powerlessness. He sighed deeply, suppressed the rampant negative emotions in his chest, and tried his best to sound kinder, "I won't accompany you, little one."
After finishing speaking, he turned and left.
The direction he was walking was not the room but the stream near the bandit village. Shen Tang hesitated for a while, then stepped forward to follow.
From a long distance away, I heard the roar of Lili.
"Ahhhhh—"
The water in the stream did not reach the waist of Li Li.
He slapped the surface of the water angrily and maniacally, roaring with unknown emotions from his throat, or kicking or kicking, until his strength was exhausted, he leaned back. With the surge of huge water splashes, let the stream completely submerge the body. He resurfaced when he felt that the air in his chest had been exhausted and was about to explode.
The coolness of the stream water spread into the body through the skin, making his chaotic, swollen and hot brain feel better, and his rationality gradually returned.
He was preparing to go ashore when he saw a familiar short figure standing by the stream, quietly looking in his direction.
Li Li tensed the flesh of his jaw, and pursed his lips tightly.
"My lord, this is..."
Lili asked funnyly, "Is Mr. Lang afraid of committing suicide?"
Shen Tang nodded honestly.
Li Li smiled wryly and murmured: "No, hehe, I really want to commit suicide. I died a few years ago. How could I live till now?"
Shen Tang asked: "Is it related to that lady?"
Li Li's face changed slightly, but he still nodded and admitted without hesitation: "I have some relationship with Madam, but not all, more of it is my dislike for myself... I just finally understand that, as her brother said, some things are really born It is doomed."
Shen Tang asked: "What did he tell you?"
Li Li tightened his cheeks, and said forbearance: "It's nothing, it's just that Madam has been holding a golden spoon since she was a child, and she chews it every day. It may be worth three to five years or even ten years of my consumption. Even if I can seduce Madam If you go with me, you will only let her down in the end. He is right, many people will rot wherever they are born! Even if God has mercy on them, it will be useless to give them a good martial arts foundation!"
Shen Tang was almost startled by his depression.
"how you said that?"
Li Li said with red eyes: "I am a ready-made example. Even if God gives a bowl, I will still starve to death..."
Obviously his root talent is so good that he can change the poor fate of a family. He can afford to support as many siblings as his parents have, but it turns out that he has no chance but can't grasp it!
“When I was young, I was often disturbed by hunger. Every day I opened my eyes, I was worried about how to fill my stomach, and I used all my energy to survive.”
He doesn't know that he has talent, nor does he know how to be brave and literary. His background is destined to prevent him from getting in touch with those things. Even knowing it is useless, because it is too difficult to cultivate warriors, and it is not something poor people who do their best to fill their stomachs can expect.
When Lili knew what he missed, he was confused and suffering, and his wife was the only one who patiently comforted him.
Li Li's eyes were gentle: "Madam is the most beautiful woman in the world, and no one has ever treated me so well like her."
Teach him how to hold a pen, how to read, how to read, and ask a martial artist to teach him martial arts. Obviously he is just a face, and the face is just a plaything, why should she be so caring?
This truth, Lili still understands.
He waded up, sat by the stream, took off his shirt and twisted it, jokingly said: "I was still unconvinced at that time, I told my wife's elder brother that even in this life I would never have courage, But I will definitely not be weaker than the so-called warriors, I can still protect Madam, and I can also earn honor for her."
Relying on his youthful enthusiasm, coupled with the dignity that his wife stuffed into his body, it was the first time he choked with someone superior.
Just to fight for the right to stay.
Of course, the results are obvious.
He probably will never forget his wife's elder brother's eyes at that time until his death, almost piercing through his flesh, peeking into his humble and humble soul that held his breath. All these years, he has been holding back that breath, trying to reverse something...
Reality told him—
"Wen Xin Wu Dao is indeed unshakable."
Shen Tang suddenly understood why Lili was acting like this all of a sudden, she asked him: "Because I am a literary scholar, but I still beat you?"
Li Li bluntly said: "I can't beat you."
He hasn't relaxed all these years, trying to use the method he learned at the time to draw Qi into his body, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't feel the existence of "Qi". Even if he can kill the third-class hairpin owl with his bare hands, he also knows that the third-class hairpin owl is not a real warrior, and when he meets a higher-level warrior, he has nothing to do but wait to die.
Now he can't beat weak scribes.
Thinking about it now, he is indeed ignorant.
Shen Tang helped his forehead helplessly: "...you shouldn't compare yourself to me."
Who is it difficult to find in the reference group? When she was drunk, she didn't hesitate to meet the eighth-class public transport! You must know that the eighth-class public vehicle can win the existence of the 400th brother, and she dares to be tough-hehe, can this **** be a normal ninth-rank literati?
(end of this chapter)