monopolize my master

Chapter 80 Extra Story (Part [-]) Palm Line

"Master, I'm back!"

The dirty little sword boy Sang Yu ran into the hut, holding a bunch of wild mushrooms in his hand, and handed them to the boy who was reading in the house like a treasure, "Master, look, what did the disciple pick up?"

The boy in the house looked about 20 years old, he raised his eyes slightly when he heard this, looked at Sang Yu and smiled.That boy was very handsome, especially his pair of peach blossom eyes, but those eyes were like a pool of water, clear and calm.He was wearing a moon-white robe, half leaning on the wheelchair, which made his temperament even more lazy.

"Looks like I'm going to drink mushroom soup again today." The young man said in a young voice.

"Yes, yes. I tried my best to hunt wild game, but I couldn't master my sword skills, and several rabbits slipped away from my eyes!" Sang Yu's face was full of anger, and he talked about him in detail. The whole process of chasing the hare.The young man listened with a smile, but felt sleepy before he knew it.

"...Master is sleepy again." Sang Yu's eyes were a little sore.

The young man waved his hand, covered his lips and let out a chuckle, showing a piece of Yubai's wrist, "It's no problem, today I agree with you, and I want to teach you a new sword technique. After lunch first, I will teach you."

"Thank you Master!"

Sang Yu happily thanked him, and went to the kitchen to make soup with the mushroom in his hand.Looking at the lush mulberry trees outside the door, the young man sighed softly for no reason.

He can't remember anything.

The first memory in his mind was this broken hut.A little boy dragged an old man, crying and begging the doctor to treat him.

He tried his best to move his body, only to realize that his legs were completely unconscious from the knee down.He was very frightened and pinched his leg fiercely, without feeling any pain.

Unexpectedly, however, the teenager did not grieve like the boy.He patted the boy's head lightly, and thanked the old man for saving his life.

The old man looked at him and shook his head.A look of regret flashed across his eyes, but he just sighed softly, and comforted him, "Don't be discouraged, young people. There are many masters in the world who have lost their legs. Your martial arts foundation is not weak, and you should be able to cope with life. More than enough."

The young man nodded.

Since then, he has been recuperating for several days with the help of the old man, and his spirit has gradually improved.He began to try to use a wheelchair instead, and slowly, he was able to move around on his own.Fortunately, his internal strength was not greatly affected by an accident.The old man was overjoyed to see the young man's talent, so he handed over Sangyu to the young man, and went wandering around by himself.

So Sang Yu became the wheelchair boy's disciple.The young man lived with Sang Yu here, while studying puppetry in his spare time, he also achieved great success.

The young man didn't know his own name, so Sang Yu thought about it and chose a nice name for him, Yun Chen.

It is as clean as a cloud, but it is scattered like dust.

Occasionally he also dreams.I dreamed that I was once a high-spirited young man, holding a pistol in my hand, and the sound of war drums was in my ears, resounding through the sky.He looked at the enemy army, smiled contemptuously, and swept across. Wherever he passed, no enemy survived.

However, after waking up from the dream, he could only look at his crippled legs and sigh to himself.

It's not that he hasn't thought about getting back to his former self.However, those all-powerful bits and pieces in the dream, the arrogant and arrogant appearance of the young man deeply hurt his heart.

Although the blood is still hot, this body is no longer what it was then.

Time passed by like this.Before he knew it, he had spent seven or eight springs and autumns in the mountains.Little sword boy Sang Yu has also learned something.It's too big to stay.Sang Yu has grown into a graceful young man, thinking all day when he can go down the mountain to uphold justice, punish evil and promote good.

"This sword is for you."

The cloud dust on the wheelchair slowly moved to Sang Yu and asked.

"Is this the sword that Master has been building for the past few days?" Sang Yu was overjoyed and pulled the sword out of the scabbard.The sword is made of high-quality black iron, tough and sharp.

"Thank you, Master!" Sang Yu said excitedly, "I must cherish this sword. Use it to punish rape and eliminate evil, and uphold justice!"

Yun Chen looked at Sang Yu with a serious face and chuckled, "Take it as a farewell ceremony. Master and apprentice, this sword is the last teaching for you as a master. You must remember that I once taught you Yes. No matter what happens, you must protect yourself."

Sang Yu nodded solemnly, "Master hasn't given this sword a name yet."

"Let's name it Yuehua."

Yun Chen almost blurted out the name.

There seems to be something in the memory that is about to come out, but the answer has not been found for a long time.

Looking at the back of Sang Yu holding the sword and traveling down the mountain, the smile on Yun Chen's face gradually froze and disappeared.He moved the wheelchair slowly, returned to the room, and continued to play with the puppet he made.After a long time, Yun Chen looked at the puppet in his hand, and a chuckle escaped from his throat.

The appearance of the puppet is about a child of eight or nine years old.Eyebrows are agile, three points are ignorant, three points are rebellious, and there is also a point of helplessness buried deep in the eyes.

The so-called past.

It is just a small puppet in the palm.