Chapter 27: Ducks are more ruthless than humans, and humans are more crazy than ducks【“Ga——” The loud duck calls echoed across the waterside. 】 【A pair of wings spread out in the air. 】 [It's like a bird that just learned to spread its wings and fell from a cliff. You have staked everything on your chance. If you fail, you will be drowned by the river.] 【A river breeze blows by. 】 [Then… your whole body stiffened, and you fell straight into the Minjiang River, and were immediately submerged by the surging water.] [“Gah——”] [You didn't give up easily, your neck poked out of the water, and you struggled hard in the water... The blood all over your body was boiling like a layer of blood, and the abundant blood and qi rushed into your wings frantically, supporting the broken bones and fascia.] [You know in your heart that you are risking your life by doing this. ] [Qi and blood are not Gangqi, they are just stronger 'blood' than ordinary people, and cannot be controlled as freely as Gangqi. If you are not careful, your Qi and blood will be in chaos, and your bones will be broken.] [The tendons and bones are twisted under the violent impact of the blood and qi... Blood is oozing out of the pores under the feathers... The fascia supporting the muscles begins to die in large areas... Your eyes are bloodshot and you are almost losing consciousness! ]
【Finally, a pair of wings suddenly spread out in the water.】 [Puff~~Puff~~There were explosions one after another, and the blood and energy gushed out violently, turning into a blood mist in the air. 】 【suddenly.】 [Your whole body trembles, a pair of wings explode into a cloud of energy, and you fall powerlessly.] 【A wave hits. 】 [You look at the boundless sky, your head gradually sinking into the water.] [You failed again.] [And the price of this failure...] In a daze. Song Lin opened his eyes and saw a figure sitting quietly in the dim room. He was holding a fish butchering knife in his mouth, lowering his head and carefully stirring something under the light. "Ok?" Song Lin's eyes suddenly widened. It’s Sun Er! He actually did not die, but was rescued from the Minjiang River by this fisherman. Immediately. Song Lin gave a wry smile. I felt my body's condition and it was even worse than before. With this result, I might as well die and start a new life... "What is he doing?" Song Lin looked at Sun Er's back curiously. Pfft~~ A stream of blood splattered in the air.
Sun Er groaned, sounding a little painful. then. He raised his left hand towards the oil lamp on the table, held the fish knife in his mouth, and carefully picked up the broken tendons one by one, putting them together one by one. In the dim light. The knife marks on the wrist were messy and bloody, and it looked extremely bloody and cruel. Sun Er held the fish-butchering knife tightly in his hand. His face was twisted in pain and sweat was pouring down like a waterfall, soaking large areas of his clothes. "Ga (You are crazy!)" Song Lin pounced on him suddenly. He actually wanted to cut the tendons in his hands and let them connect together again! Isn't this crazy? Even with Song Lin's ruthlessness, he was shocked by Sun Er's madness. He could return to his previous life, but Sun Er... this short life was his life! What a madman! "Stupid duck?" Sun Er turned to look at Song Lin and forced a smile on his painful face. "Quack~~" Song Lin kept pecking at his arm, feeling angry. "Okay, I won't call you a stupid duck, good duck, good duck!" Sun Er smiled happily, loosened the fish knife in his mouth, picked up the white cloth on the table with his mouth and bandaged his wrist. "Ga-ga-ga (You are such an idiot!)" Song Lin looked at this scene and cursed repeatedly, but could only make a series of creaking sounds. "Hahaha" Sun Er laughed out loud. Although he didn't understand what Song Lin was calling, he felt a sense of concern. "Ga~~" Song Lin sighed silently, feeling very complicated. It turns out that not only he did not give up. Sun Er never let it go either. Can…… Are their efforts really useful? Broken limbs are connected and flesh and blood are reshaped. How could people of their level do that? "Gah~~" Song Lin silently leaned his head on the fisherman's arm and shoulder, and couldn't help but sigh again. "Are you... worried about me?" This time, Sun Er clearly felt Song Lin's emotions. I couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in my heart.
A duck is so spiritual. Isn't it more like a human being than those indifferent people? "What a pity that you have to suffer with me." Sun Er stroked the duck's wings gently, very carefully, as if afraid of hurting the fragile wings again. "Don't worry. I will definitely heal your wings and let you fly in the blue sky again!" He looked at the oil lamp on the table with unfocused eyes, as if comforting, promising, or mumbling to himself: "I know you like flying in the sky. After your wings are healed, go by yourself and find your own life. Don't follow me anymore..." Sun Er didn't care whether the duck beside him could understand what he said. It was just his decision. When he was very young, his father told him that one must have a goal in life. Once you decide on something, you must put in all your efforts. In this way, you will definitely succeed. and so. Fisherman Sun Er must do what he decides to do. Will! [In June, typhoons hit. ] [A man and a duck sat quietly in the dilapidated hut, standing still despite the strong wind and rain. ] [The next day, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.] [Sun Er pushed open the door, picked up the fish-cutting knife, and walked into the lingering wind and rain as usual, taking up his stance and repairing his left-hand knife.] [The knife light is like a willow in the wind, crooked and weak. But it seems to be filled with the life's spirit of the knife holder, slow but firm. In a small fish-butchering knife, it seems that a magical seed is silently nurturing. 】 【July.】 【August.】 [Sun Er still did not give up. He practiced sword skills and cultivated himself day after day, without rushing or getting impatient, as if he already had a goal in mind.] 【Every day until late at night. 】 [On the wall of the hut by the river, the lights will reflect the shadow of an arm, the shadow of a knife falls, and blood splatters...] 【He thought you had already gone to bed. 】 【But I don’t know…】 It has come to this point...he still refuses to give up? Seeing Sun Er secretly avoiding him for countless days and nights, having his tendons cut again and again, and forcing himself to endure the pain, Song Lin's heart was in turmoil, and he asked himself, "He didn't choose to give up, so what qualifications do you have to give up?" Yes! After all, this is Sun Er's life. He has the right to make his own choice. same.
Song Lin also has the right to choose his own life. "The passion of a lifetime is like a momentary firework or the afterglow of the setting sun...Okay! Since you are so determined, I will accompany you to the end of this life! Even if ten or twenty years later, I have achieved nothing and die in the Minjiang River, I will have no regrets." Song Lin made a secret decision in his heart. [September, Double Ninth Festival.] 【When the Yang returns to the beginning, all prosperity will come. 】 [On this day, Sun Er seemed to have encountered something happy. He did not practice with his sword anymore, but instead brought you a lot of small fish and shrimps that you liked to eat, and kept telling you many interesting stories from the past.] [He even bought a pot of wine and drank three bowls of it with you.] There will be another update in the afternoon because it will be recommended tomorrow.
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