Sunday, November 4, 2018

BS:Chapter 1 does not make the sword of the teenager



"Dr., promise the mother, don't come out, see no matter what you see!" 
  The woman who can't see the face is holding a three-year-old child, crying sadly. 
  "Mother, do you want to play hide-and-seek with me?" 
  "Yes, yes, Niang wants to play hide-and-seek with you, you can't hide..." 
  Don't see the woman The voice choked, barely squeezed out a smile. 
  "Okay, okay, the morning is amazing, the mother must not find the morning." 
  "Good... good..." 
  "You! What are you going to do!" 
  ................................. ................................................... It 
  is night, cool. 
  The teenager opened his eyes and woke up from a nightmare. 
  I reached out and touched my eyes, cold, and tears. 
  "Is this dream again?" The youngster's eyes are somewhat blurred. "Why have I always dreamed of this for more than a decade?" "Is the dream person really my mother? Why, why can't I see her?" Face?" 
  He sighed, rolled out of bed, pushed the window to look at the moon, and smashed the gods. 
  I can't remember from when, he will have the same dream almost every few days. The woman in her dreams hides Tibet with a small child. From the woman population, he knows this young child. Called for the morning. 
  And in his name, there is also a morning word. 
  He had no father and no mother since he was a child. It was Master who adopted him to grow up. There was nothing in his memory about his parents. From the heart, he was naturally eager to know the news of his biological parents. 
  So whenever this dream appeared, he tried his best to see the woman's face. However, everything in the dream was so vague that he had been unable to clearly see the woman's face for more than a decade. 
  Only one thing is clear in his dreams, and it is clear to the heart. 
  That is a sword.
  It was a sword that passed through the heart. 
  It was a sword that took the woman's life in her dreams. 
  The sword, blood red. 
  Thinking of the bloody red sword, the young man took a breath and shuddered, and there was a deep fear in the depths of his eyes. 
  "Why? It's just a dream. Why am I so afraid of the sword in my dream? I am so afraid of resisting this weapon like a sword?" The 
  boy was puzzled. He yelled at himself many times: "It is a dream." It was just a dream!" 
  But it was useless, his body, and even the brain, still faithful to prove a fact for him. 
  He can't use a sword, dare not use a sword! 
  The teenager laughed at himself: "It's ridiculous. I am in the sword gate. I learned the swordsmanship. Even the name has a 'sword', but I don't dare to use the sword." 
  Sunrise East. 
  Yangqi Temple. 
  One old and one less are sitting opposite each other, adjusting interest and training. 
  "Master..." The boy looked at his master, and he stopped talking. 
  "Say." 
  "I... I don't want to practice a sword." The teenager struggled with his face and finally said with courage. 
  "Why?" The 
  young man tangled for a long while, and finally sighed slightly. In the blink of an eye, the gloom on his face swept away and replaced him with a naughty smile: 
  "The rivers and lakes are so big, what are the bad exercises, why do we have to practice swords?" ? " " 
  You said to fall asleep fall asleep on it, the world is so much Jianpai, like Shushan Jianpai friends, Chunyang sword Palace you, this name sounds mighty good and bad enough ah, how can we have called Jianzhong ...... " 
  "There is still, our ancestors are also true. The material of the sword is tens of millions. Why do he have to get a piece of real silver? Carrying this real silver sword, I will be very embarrassed when I am mixing the rivers and lakes." Ah!" 
  "...going out, Zama, three hours."
  Qi Yunshan, Bai Yuefeng. 
  The place where the millennium was buried, the sword. 
  In the morning, the sword was burning with the sun, and he was bored with a horse, and his eyes stared at the small weeds growing up on the training field. 
  He didn't dare to use a sword. He had to tell Master many times, but he ended up failing every time. 
  Because he is afraid. 
  It is not afraid that Master will drive him out of the sword, but he is afraid of losing the two relatives in the world who he thinks are the only two. 
  Jian Chen is more and more convinced that the dream is real, and the woman who can't see the face in her dreams is definitely his mother. 
  But his mother was killed by the blood sword. 
  My mother is dead, what about his father? 
  Jian Chen did not dare to think about this problem, and his heart was still holding a trace of luck. 
  It is because of this dream that Jian Chen is afraid of using a sword. This is his knot, a knot. 
  Although Master is usually strict with him, Jian Chen knows that Master loves himself, and even his own name is taken by Master. 
  Master said that when he was traveling outside, when he passed by a barren mountain, he found a dying young child and found that there was no one in the square of the young child. He did not know how to have a place in this place. Young children? 
  Out of kindness, Master took the young child back to the sword and raised it. From this young boy, Master found a beautifully carved jade. The jade was a big "morning" word, so Master decided to be a young child. Named "Morning". 
  However, if the name is given, what can the name be? Master is a Taoist who has already left the dusty customs. Is it not good to use the old man's Taoist name as the young child's surname? 
  Fortunately, Master is also a decisive person. When he thinks about the lack of interest, he will use his sword as the surname of the young boy. 
  Therefore, he is called Jian Chen. 
  Every time I think of Master's origins of my own name, Jian Chen always couldn't help but evoke a slight smile.
  For more than a decade, he has already regarded Master as his own biological father. 
  Because of this, he did not want to tell Master about the blood sword. 
  If Master knows his heart, he will go all out to investigate the true face of the blood sword, and thus untie the knot for his apprentice. 
  However, how can Jian Chen have the heart to be overworked by the 73-year-old Master? What if it is an accident from the middle? 
  Therefore, Jian Chen decided that the blood sword thing he wants to rotten in his stomach, never reveal it to anyone, he wants to check it himself, why the mother-in-law is tragic, and the father is dead or alive, find out that it scares him. Blood sword! 
  "Master, was the Master again fined?" 
  Just as he had a lot of thoughts, a voice of gloating and sorrow was heard behind him, and he quickly tried to move his facial expressions. His sadness was never shown. 
  I don’t have to look back and know that he is talking to his younger brother Yin Xiukong. In addition to Master, he is the closest person in the world. 
  This time, um, it should be just picking the water back. 
  Sure enough, there were two muffled sounds behind him, and Yin Xiukong put down the burden of picking water, and turned some of his sour shoulders into front of him with a smile. 
  Jian Chen white at him, feebly said:. "I trouble you to 'big' word removed, acting like you have two brothers like" 
  Yin Xiu empty smiles: "So we are called not seem Jianzhong fellow multi-thing." 
  Lift Swordsman, Jian Chen’s face is a little black, and the air is boring: “Small, empty, you said, why do we have to 
  practice swords ?” He thought more than once, if he practiced a knife, would it be one less? Troubled? 
  "Let's be in the sword, don't you practice the sword without practicing the sword? It's not a shot." 
  "And Master said, the swordsmanship of the swordsmanship can be awesome. When I learn, I can go out." Rivers and lakes, happy and enmity, think about it... handsome!" 
  Yin Xiukong has already started to take the little stars in his eyes.
  Seeing that he was talking about dancing, Jianchen smiled and couldn't help but want to hit him. "How about a small vacancy, how about a bet?" 
  "What are you gambling?" 
  "Let's play one game, you use the sword, I use... ..." Jian Chen’s eyes were sweeping four times, and he saw the scoop of water in his bucket, and he shook it in his hand. "I use wooden scoop." 
  Yin Xiu’s eyes are stunned. " Master, Master said proud. "There is no long life." 
  Jian Chen said: "You dare not dare." 
  Yin Xiu air 
  said: "Why don't you dare, you can say what you gamble!" Jian Chen smiled and said: "Which weapon we are first If you lose, you lose the water, and the loser keeps picking water for one month.” 
  Yin Xiu said: “Well, look at the trick!” 
  He took the steel sword for practice with him He would take it out as soon as he was fine. Therefore, although the entry time is not as long as the sword is long, the hard work and hard work has also got the essence of the sword. 
  Yin Xiu’s body shape was exhibited, and the first style of the sword was “Air Changhong”, and the steel sword was turned into a sword. 
  Jian Chen smiled. He and Yin Xiu's brothers and brothers learned a lot on weekdays. Every time this kid shot, ten times and ten times, they all made a move with "Chong Guan Chang Hong". Although Yin Xiukong suddenly made a mistake, he was not in a hurry. 
  The body was slightly to the right side, just let Yin Xiukong's steel sword in his hand, and the wooden scoop that lifted the drowning water buckled in the past. When it was heard, it happened to hit the sword and attracted Yin Xiu. 
  Yin Xiu's body shape is a stagnation. He has been trained to be skillful in the first few styles. According to the move, after the "gas Changhong", the steel sword should be picked up, followed by a "sunrise sunrise." 
  However, Jian Chen’s scooping power is not weak, and his steel sword is suddenly slammed. “Sunrise Dongshan” naturally cannot be made. 
  "You kid, can't you work around?" 
  "Like this... the fairy guides!" The 
  scoop makes the sword move, and the wooden scoop slams into the wrist of Yin Xiukong, and the sound of the air is extraordinarily strange.
  "Hey!" 
  Yin Xiukong is trying to adjust his body shape. He can't prevent the wooden scoop from hitting it. He can't help defending the wrist in the middle of the sword. The wrist is a hemp, and the steel sword can't hold it. When it falls, it falls to the ground. 
  Yin Xiukong looked at Jian Chen in an inconceivable way. I really couldn’t understand how the martial arts, which was usually lazy and scattered, was practiced. He practiced his sword every day and his arm was sour, but he still had two tricks in his hands, and the hands of the brothers. Take the wooden scoop. 
  However, the clever Yin Xiukong of the brothers knows. In the past, Master taught him to practice swords. The brothers always learn it once, and they have to practice dozens of times before they remember. 
  "Senior brother... you, how are you so powerful?" 
  "Oh, small, empty, use the brain, the death can not be used." 
  Jian Chen had a smile in his eyes, gently put the wooden scoop on his hand, Turn around and go. 
  Yin Xiukong couldn't speak, and looked at the wooden scoop that his brother used to defeat himself. Suddenly, a doubt buried deep in his heart suddenly came out, and he couldn't help but rush out: 
  "Master Why don't you never use a sword?" Jian 
  Chen's footsteps suddenly broke out, did not turn around, and said: "Children's family, don't ask." 
  Yin Xiu is annoyed, brother, are you only a month older than me? Where is the child? 
  He has been introductory for five years. In his impression, the brothers never really used the sword. On weekdays, the Master taught the sword. He always used some branches and sticks to smash it. For this reason, he was not reprimanded by Master, but he did not. change. 
  However, Yin Xiukong remembers that the brother has a sword, and the master is stunned. The brother will also pick up the sword to practice the sword, but his sword... never has a sheath. Yin Xiukong even suspects that the sword is already Rust, can't pull out? 
  He thought a little bit at a time, and then he came back to God. Where is the figure of Jian Chen in front of him? 
  "Master, where are you going?" 
  he yelled anxiously. 
  To answer him, there is only one infinite echo in the valley. 
  

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Thursday, October 6, 2016

CoinBrawl



Salam and good morning..
Almost all of us have history of playing RPG games. Do we get paid? so far little or no at all.

Have u ever heard of CoinBrawl game? ths is online RPG game, paying you with satoshi. when you get 100000 satoshi, you can withdraw and put in you bitcoin wallet. Easy right. Give a try. worth it.