Chapter 6 Section VI

The huge palm covered with thorn tattoos lightly covered Heizi's small forehead, and his fingers stroked back and forth on his dark, soft and slightly curly hair.Heizi was too tired from playing during the day, so he continued to sleep soundly without realizing it. Lying on his side next to his son, Sickle stared at his round and smooth face.There was silence in the tent, only the slight snoring sound from Heizi's mouth.Hearing such a lovely voice, Lian Shou couldn't help sighing in his heart. Such a small and beautiful life is in his arms.The comforting feeling was different from when she hugged Ning Xiaoyu.Lian Shou still doesn't know how to be a father, but he deeply feels that he has missed some important things in life by ignoring his son in the past few years.

There are seven children in the family in the capital, two of whom are under two years old.But no matter how you look at it, Heizi is the one who most resembles him.Although he is only five years old, he has already shown unusually broad shoulders; his eyes are often focused on looking into the distance; his dark skin is inherited from his father or mother... When Heizi was first brought out, the child didn't resist much, but he was never willing to get close to Lian Shou, and never said a word to him.Although Li Lan's sister-in-law said that this child learned to walk earlier than anyone else, Lian Shou was still worried about his strange silence, for fear that he might have some natural problems.

During the two-month journey, Heizi gradually became cheerful.Curious little eyes are constantly observing the surrounding landscape.A special tree, a small animal that has never been seen before, the ever-changing morning and evening colors...all can arouse the child's interest.Every time he stretched out his little finger to point at something, Lian Shou explained it carefully to his son, and took the opportunity to talk about his own related experiences.Especially when I was on Monkey Mountain in the past: how a person survived from the battlefield and fled into the mountains; how to hunt every day; how to meet five wonderful men...

Lian Shou sometimes sank into the past, telling these stories longer and longer, wondering if his son understood. But he saw that Heizi was really looking at him intently while listening. Not long after, Heizi was willing to ride in the same saddle as his father. One day at a river beach, Lian Shou taught his son how to swim.Heizi learned quickly, with a smooth naked body, like a tumbling fish in the sun.That was the first time the boy smiled at his father. Lian Shou knew that he would never forget that wet smile in his whole life. ——Although until now, Heizi has not said a word to Lian Shou.

After confirming that his son had fallen asleep, Lian Shou gently sat up and climbed out of the tent. The clear moonlight reflected on his body.He has almost returned to his former peak body shape - since last year's battle in Guicifang Market, he has been exercising every day. He knew that Mao Gonglei must be the same as him. On a star-studded summer night, the sky seemed to have a certain weight, pressing down on Sickle's head, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of awe in his heart.Whenever facing the void alone, Kamiya has this strange feeling.Not fear, nor loneliness, forgetting past memories and future budgets, just a strong feeling that I exist in this moment.My heart is inexplicably violent, but I have no thoughts.It seems that he is facing a huge and incomparable puzzle, but he doesn't even know what the question is asking... In every fierce struggle, Liantou also has a similar feeling.

— as if something was waiting for me there... Liang Zhuang, who was sleeping beside the fire outside the tent, noticed that the sickle came out, and immediately turned over and stood up.This kid is much stronger than a year ago, and Lian Shou exercises every day with Liang Zhuang as his assistant and opponent.For Liang Zhuang, it was a hard but happy job.Facing the astonishing strength and reaction of the sickle head, Liang Zhuang felt like a child, and suffered a lot of flesh and blood pain.Finally one day he couldn't bear it anymore and asked Lian Shou to teach him some fighting tips.

"I don't know how to teach you." Lian Shou answered him at that time. "I never learned from anyone, but I just seem to know how to move naturally." Liang Zhuang couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.Until one time, Di Liuye half-jokingly asked him to make a gesture with Tian Ahuo.In the end, even he himself was surprised - he was able to fight with that ruthless character from "fighting angle" for a long time!Although in the end, Tian Ahuo was pressed against the wall and couldn't move. "Now I know how powerful the 'Champion of Boxing' is." After the fight, Tian Ahuo panted, holding Liang Zhuang's hand and said.

"Go on and sleep." Lian Shou waved his hand at Liang Zhuang. "I just want to see the stars." Although Lian Shou said so, Liang Zhuang's face was not sleepy at all.He walked behind the sickle head, learning to look up at the starry sky.Although he didn't know which constellation Lian Shou was looking at, and he didn't know what Lian Shou was thinking when he looked at the stars. Such a strong man, as long as he works hard to follow him, he can become stronger himself——Liang Zhuang has such a strong belief in his heart. The other eighty-six men who lived in this wilderness thought the same way.

Many of them did not know each other at first, and even spoke dialects that they could not communicate with each other; each had their own fighting skills that they were proud of, and the experience of killing and bloody battles was enough to talk about for a whole night; twenty-three of them squatted in the cell Eleven people fled their hometown because of capital crimes; three lost their fingers because of fighting; one person was blind in one eye... Gathering such a group of dangerous men was like putting oil on the stove; but on this journey, they respected each other like long-lost brothers.

Because they all have one thing in common: they are attracted by the powerful light of the scythe, and follow them voluntarily. These people were all experts from various branches of "Feng Yilong" in other places.Lian Shou was ordered by Yu Runsheng to go out to inspect the directly-administered "Feng Yilong" branches in various state capitals on his behalf. After all, his qualifications in "Feng Yilong" are too low to ensure that the order can be carried out smoothly. Lian Shou knew why the boss chose him.With so many underworld men—especially those who live in remote, harsh climates—there is more authority to be asserted over them than any speech.

In addition, Yu Runsheng gave Lian Shou another task: to select powerful elites from these local branches, subdue them and bring them back to the capital. These two tasks were successfully completed by Liandu without any effort.During this period, there were several shots, but no casualties were caused.However, the legendary nicknames of "Three Eyes" and "Boxing King" were spread to farther and more remote areas because of this journey. However, in private, there is a third purpose for Lian Shou to go out this time, and it is still unresolved... There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and Lian Shou knew that there were only two horses. Even so, everyone in the camp immediately became vigilant and looked in the direction of the sound of hooves.Some people have taken up bows and arrows. Suddenly there was a strange whistling sound among the hoofbeats. "It's Bantanga," one of the men called out with a smile.Everyone immediately relaxed. Bantanga has the blood of the western race in his body.According to his own statement, he already knew how to ride a horse at the age of three-of course people think that is bragging.Dressed in bright and strange costumes, he rode a fast horse and led another unridden horse, and he galloped to the center of the camp in a short while. Oddly enough, the unridden horse seemed even more weary.Lian Shou saw a four or five foot long cloth bag hanging beside the saddle. "You don't need to drive at night like this, do you?" Scythe took Bantanga's rein and stroked the horse's mane. "I said I would wait until you came back tomorrow before starting. It would be dangerous if the horse took the wrong step." Bantanga jumped out of the saddle, panting. "I found a good thing, and I'm anxious to bring it to Lord Fifth." He turned back and said to his companions. "Come and help me, it's a bit difficult for me to carry alone." The two stepped forward to assist Bantanga, unloading the cloth bag from the saddle.The two men stared at each other, they never thought that such a small cloth bag would be so heavy. Bantanga stood up the cloth bag on the ground, and there was a heavy sound on the ground.The rope at the top of the bag was untied, and the cloth fell off, revealing a short staff with a dull color. Without any variation or decoration, it's just a simple cylinder.It may be too thick for ordinary people, but for the palm of the sickle, the thickness is equivalent to an ordinary knife handle.When standing on the ground, the height is only higher than the navel of the sickle head. "What is this..." There was such criticism among the crowd. Lian Shou held the short staff in his hand, and raised his eyebrows when he lifted it. Even with the same volume of fine steel, it is impossible to be so heavy.Scythe picked it up with both hands, and moved closer to the fire to look at it, only to see fine lines distributed naturally on the staff. "What kind of material is this?..." The sickle touched the body of the stick.Hard to the touch, but not cold, clearly not metal. "I don't know either," Bantanga said. "I saw it in a temple in a village. Some people said it was wood, some said it was vine. I heard that it has been there for more than ten generations, and no one can tell where it came from." The sickle knocked the short stick down on a stone on the ground.I didn't use much force, and the movement was very slow, but the stone broke into five pieces as soon as it touched the tip of the staff. The sickle pointed at one of the subordinates holding an axe.The man immediately understood, swung the ax and struck down the center of the staff.After the heavy impact, the hand holding the ax was released because it couldn't withstand the shock, and a lot of the ax blade fell to the ground and fell off. The sickle inspected the impact part of the stick body, and there was not even a trace of flower marks. He held the two ends of the staff again, gritted his teeth and bent the staff with all his strength.The scepter gradually bends and arches slightly.As soon as the sickle head relaxed the strength of the arm, the stick body immediately returned to its original straightness, showing great toughness. "Fifth Master, how is it? Is this thing okay?" Bantanga asked tentatively. "I spent a lot of money and words, but they refused to sell it, so I simply waited until after dark, and went to the temple to get it... Those villagers are still chasing me..." The sickle held one end of the staff with both hands, and swung it around his head twice.The terrible breaking wind made these bold men couldn't help but take a few steps back. Kamakura answered Bantanga's question with a smile.Then he turned his back on the crowd and played with the short stick like a fascination, trying various ways of holding it.In the end, he faced the void and assumed a posture as calm as water. In his eyes, the figure of Mao Gonglei holding a stick appeared in the air in front of him.