Chapter 4415: Cant survive (1/2)
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Both Cheng Wen and Cheng Yi are simple in nature.
Even if you are a master of martial arts, they still abide by their duties, and their lives are monotonous and calm, and they do not participate in the battles of the wild and queer, and have no dispute with the world.
In their words.
Their martial arts practice was because they saved the predecessor more than a hundred years ago.
They don't know the fighting skills. Even if they break into the wild and turbulent world, they can't afford the big waves. It is better to spend a quiet life.
At the foot of the wild mountain, there are hundreds of households, also farmers, who have no martial arts, and use the hunting skills passed down by their ancestors to cultivate their fields.
Although life is poor, it's not bad.
Cheng Wen and Cheng Yi took refuge in their own cultivation to eliminate natural and man-made disasters, and gradually became the patron saint in the eyes of these farmers.
More than a hundred years have passed.
The two brothers and sisters are also difficult to withstand the years of invasion, as for the partners who grew up with them, they became a loess of loess.
”Aniu.”
”I called a spirit rabbit from Houshan. This is your favorite game before. It can nourish the body. You can taste two bites.”
At the foot of the mountain, in a stone house, Cheng Yi carried a porcelain bowl and handed it to the bed.
On the bed was lying an old man with a wind candle, like an elder Cheng Yi.
His hair was thin, his bones were thin, his teeth were all gone, he was so old, he was so angry that he had only a last breath.
At this moment, he looked back to the light, raised his trembling hand, took the porcelain bowl, and ate it with a big mouth.
Because he had no teeth, the meat in the porcelain bowl was swallowed by him, and he swallowed repeatedly, coughing, and Cheng Yi was sour for a while.
This is the only farmer at the foot of the mountain.
One hundred years ago.
A Niu is still as strong as a bull, her strength is amazing, her heroic power, how many women she has attracted, her heart secretly promises, even she is the same.
But in the blink of an eye, why is it so old?
”Xiaoyi...I used to like you...”
The old A Niu, while eating meat, was slurred, and seemed to be swallowed, with tears rolling in his turbid eyes.
”Like...over me?”
Cheng Yi was stunned.
Suddenly appeared in my mind, when A Niu took care of himself when he was a child, and the other party never married for life, he suddenly understood.
”However, without waiting for my confession, you are already a master of martial arts Liuzhongtian, the guardian deity here.”
”I hold my breath, and I want to practice martial arts, thinking that one day, I can have the confidence to marry you, but in the end, I still haven't lived through the years...”
Aniu had put down the porcelain bowl and stretched out his trembling hands, but before he touched Cheng Yi's face, he hung down.
”Aniu, you have never married, and I have never married...”
Looking at the old man who had passed away in bed, Cheng Yi grinned, and the tears fell silently.
The love in her heart has withered before it has taken root.
Aniu is gone.
Among the farmers at the foot of the mountain, they live long.
He was buried in the back mountain.
Cheng Yi sat in front of the new grave, holding his knees, motionless.
”Ugh!”
Cheng Wen, a strong man with white temples, came over, looking at his sister, and sighed.
Looking at the people around him with his own eyes, one by one, this feeling is indeed very uncomfortable. After so many years, he also looked away.
”Yi'er, even if you and Aniu really come together, there will be such a day.”
”And, maybe another hundred or two hundred years, we will lie here.”
”Sorry, you look down.” Cheng Wen comforted.
The practice of Budo Liu Chongtian can only delay aging, but not enough to keep them from invading for years.
”I am not uncomfortable.”
Cheng Yi looked up and said softly, ”Brother, I want to practice martial arts.”