Li's path

Chapter 19

I was born in a special family. I had no mother since I was a child, and only had an unsmiling father. But I didn't find it strange, and the two of them had a good life.But soon I discovered the difference between my family and other families. When other people's children were playing, I started to learn all kinds of things.

Starting from the most basic horse stance, the posture cannot be wrong, and you cannot move a little. If you move a little, you will be whipped by the bamboo stick, which is very painful.But I didn't complain of pain, nor did I feel hard. Since my father wanted me to learn, then I will learn.Since I can remember, I have heard him tell the stories of his ancestors. It is a legend about "Silver" that has been passed down for hundreds of years.My father is the "silver" of this generation, and I will be the next generation. Everything I have learned is to carry on this name.

Since it is something that has been passed down from generation to generation, let's learn it well. My father, even my father's father, came here in the same way.Flying claws, round-headed swords, arm guards, lightness skills, hidden breaths, internal skills, talisman seals, and all kinds of strange props, the things to learn can fill a warehouse.These awkward names alone can make an ordinary person dizzy, but for me this is just a day-to-day routine.

When I practice, my father sometimes guides me, but no matter what I do well or not, he will only tell me the correct way. His expression is always so flat, neither alienated nor close.I used to wonder if he couldn't cry or laugh, until one time I accidentally knocked myself out while practicing swords, and in a daze, I saw my father's sad face with tears in his eyes.But when I woke up completely, I found that he was still sitting peacefully by my bed, and said that it’s good to wake up, be careful next time, maybe I read it wrong, um, it must be.

When I grew up a little bit, my father took me around and taught me how to get along with people bit by bit with practical actions.I admire my father very much for this. Whether it is an official in orthodox dress or an aunt selling vegetables on the side of the road, he can quickly chat with people.It turns out that he can cry and laugh, but looking at his smile, I always feel that it is a mask, and there is still that calm and somewhat rigid expression underneath.

Oh, by the way, taking me to travel around is also meant to hone martial arts, whether it is a monster in the wilderness, or a gangster in a corner of the city, my father always gives me tasks in advance, let me find the target by myself and hit the ground.Although I knew he was watching me secretly, I still couldn't find where he was. After all, he taught me everything, so it's normal not to find him.The tasks are sometimes difficult and sometimes easy, most of them I have completed, and a few I have encountered failures.My father will not be happy because the task is completed, nor will he be angry because the task fails. He just helps me sum up the successful experience and the reasons for the failure.Gradually, I gradually became proficient in the use of various techniques, and then I killed for the first time.

I can't remember the target's appearance, I just remember that he was a young man, he should be a bad guy, at least from my early investigation, the neighbors and even children younger than me hate him very much.He is addicted to gambling, does not have a proper job, and when he is short of money, he relies on his kung fu practice to go around openly and stealthily, and is a bully.Because of a hysterical snarl from a mother holding a baby, "Why doesn't such a person die?", I changed the original task that only interrupted his limbs.When he walked out of the casino triumphantly, I shot him in the throat with a tempered crossbow bolt.

What was it like to kill someone for the first time?I once asked my father, and my father said that he couldn't remember, so he asked me to read the book.The symptoms of nausea, insomnia, vomiting, and photophobia written in the book did not appear on my body at all. My heart was just peaceful, as indifferent as if I had slapped a fly to death.Seeing my situation, my father didn't say anything, anyway, he never said much about my tasks.

It's time for me to go to school, Sunday school, this kind of peaceful daily life is not bad, although I don't quite understand the thoughts of those children of my age, but it's good to play with them, just let me experience it ordinary people's lives.

In this way, day by day passed, and I repeated the daily routine of going to school, practicing exercises, and doing tasks, year after year.Sometimes my father would go out for a period of time, and there was no news at all. At that time, my life would be a little more stable. After all, I couldn’t learn some things without him until I was 13 years old.

After my father came back from a mission, he became more reticent, and I began to really accept the killer's business, of course not as Yin.Everything is so that I can truly inherit the title of "Silver", which will not change due to the changes of the times.The crystallization of countless previous experiences has been poured into my brain bit by bit. Once I fully accept these experiences, I will become a new "silver".However, when my father was still alive, I hadn't really become Yin. Yin can only be a person, and that won't change.

I am more and more proficient in killing people, and the success rate of tasks is getting higher and higher. If I can really manage to never miss the next task, I can probably be regarded as worthy of the title of "Silver".

Accepting the gang's employment, I went to assassinate the leader of the rival gang. As I expected, I succeeded and retreated safely.But what happened later was beyond my expectations. When I was retreating, I met a young man with black hair and a sword. It seemed that he was practicing swords in a place where no one was around.I was just passing by, but he took a look at me and followed me.His lightness kung fu is very good, I can't get rid of him for a while, I accelerated and changed directions several times, and I couldn't get rid of him with the concealed breath.Later, I became anxious and used a clone combat technique that I was not very proficient in. As a result, the man was only stunned for a moment before he successfully saw through his real body and chased after him.

Anyway, there is no one in the wilderness, so I just hit the ground before leaving.Thinking of this, I turned over, the dart was thrown, he drew his knife to block, then dodged and swung the knife at me.To be honest, his knife skills are really good, and the vigor from the knife also makes me feel familiar, but his experience is still insufficient.In the first minute, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the offensive was fierce. In the second minute, I was tied. In the third minute, I ate a thunderbolt talisman. I was ashamed. In the fourth minute, I used the clone again and successfully made him flustered. In the fifth minute , was slapped on the ground with my big sword, and spit out blood.

The outcome has been decided, to kill or not to kill?Ok?What happened to the yin qi that appeared just now made me a little creepy. This person is too strange, so let's forget it, just in case I hide and observe.This time the hiding was very successful, but his reaction was even more strange, did I break his mind, he kept laughing wildly.This breath-adjusting posture should be "Kirin Kungfu". No wonder the inner qi is so familiar, but it is a bit different from my family's kung fu. It seems that he has no time to chase me, let's go home.

Uh, I think that I didn't kill him that time was the biggest mistake since I was born. Why did I encounter him in three out of the last five missions.When he saw me, he didn't say anything, first he chased him, and then he started to fight. Each time he was significantly better than the last time. The last time, it took me nearly half an hour to injure him. Being resolved, it seems that it will be difficult to kill him in the future.For the sake of him not interfering with my mission, every time I wait for my successful retreat before doing anything, it should be regarded as a special training for him.

I think I'm a bit used to this kind of daily life, killing people, meeting him, beating him, beating him, going home, repeating the cycle, and occasionally not meeting him a few times, I still feel a little nervous, something is wrong with me, it must be an illusion, I just regret that the means I prepared were not used, it must be like this.

Before I knew it, I was 14 years old, and my life, which was unimaginable to others but normal to myself, was finally broken——My father, who had superior strength compared to generations of Eunjoong, had an incurable disease .

(End of this chapter)