Under Feng Sananniang's glare and coercion, Qin Mo had no choice but to stay in the hospital for three days.
During this period, the college entrance examination in 2108 also began.
"What a coincidence, I came to the hospital again for the college entrance examination, hahaha" Qin Mo was lying on the white hospital bed, and his memory could not help but return to three years ago.
On that summer evening in 2105, the orange-red sunset illuminated the earth dimly, and watched a young man run home excitedly.
The boy has ranked among the top ten in his class in recent mock exams, and his overall scores are among the best in terms of scientific knowledge and practical martial arts.
The college entrance examination is a bigger battlefield for him, and he is more excited than ever.
When he opened the door with joy and excitement, his expression instantly froze.
The orange-red sunset light shines into the room, rendering it like a dream.
A young man with tied hair wearing a dark green special warfare vest stretched out the sword finger of his right hand and pointed it between the eyebrows of an unshaven middle-aged man.
"No" the boy's eyes were bloodshot and he roared hysterically.
The downcast middle-aged man looked at him with a smile on his face, his eyes full of helplessness and indescribable care, and a smile of relief on his face.
Bang With one kick, people fly.
Qin Hong turned around, with a pair of dark eyes that were cold and emotionless.
His arrogant sword-shaped eyebrows flew up to his temples, and he sneered at him with a sneer.
"Shouldn't you be happy?"
Qin Hong said with a sneer.
Qin Mo only felt a heavy blow to his chest and it was extremely difficult to breathe.
He shook his head hard after hearing his brother's words.
"He is the murderer of his mother, shouldn't he die?"
Qin Hong's cold voice was like a long knife, piercing Qin Mo's heart.
"No, no, no," he spit out blood bubbles in his mouth, frantically trying to explain.
"You must have thought about killing this sinner who killed his wife, but it's a pity that you don't have the chance."
"Actually, you should be happy.
Today this sinner got the punishment he deserved."
Qin Mo cried, heartbreakingly.
He wanted to explain to the man in front of him who was regarded as "husband" and "father".
"He didn't mean it, he just ran away and made a mistake."
"Then I also made a mistake, right?"
Suddenly Qin Hong's words interrupted his weak defense.
Qin Kunpeng sneered and said: "Wrong is wrong, and it will not become right just because he is pitiful.
I killed him to help him escape.
Could it be that what I did was right?"
Qin Mo's mind was already in a mess, and his brother's words left him speechless.
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly, a dull and dense sound sounded.
Qin Mo, who was sitting on the ground, had his eyes turned red at this moment, the energy and blood in his body were boiling, and the blood vessels all over his body were clearly visible, and his whole person became strange and terrifying.
"Hey, the bloodline has gone berserk."
Qin Hong looked at his younger brother who had the bloodline go berserk with some surprise.
At this time, Qin Mo's heart was beating like crazy, beating at a speed beyond normal speed, and powerful streams of blood were sent to all parts of his body.
A burst of energy and blood rushed into his brain, and Qin Mo's entire consciousness disappeared with a "bang", leaving only instinct in his eyes.
Chichi Qi and blood flowed all over the body, and Qi and blood overflowed from the pores and soon turned into a cloud of blood mist that enveloped Qin Mo's body.
Swish Qin Mo turned into a blood shadow and stood up, grabbing the prey in his eyes with his red claws.
Qin Hong moved around, avoiding his runaway brother as if he were strolling in a courtyard.
"roar" Suddenly, Qin Mo, who was running rampant, raised his head and screamed, the blood mist rolling around his body, and he used the "Wind and Cloud Surge" move in the Fengyun Sword Technique.
Qin Hong's eyes lit up and he murmured: "It's a good talent.
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You can use martial arts when you go berserk for the first time, but in this way the blood power will become more violent."
For example, Qin Mu ended up in this situation because he was unable to control his violent bloodline.
Under the attack of the rampaging Qin Mo, Qin Hong flicked his hands, and a black and white force began to flow. snap Qin Hong struck out with a palm, and the crazy Qin Mo was knocked away.
But Qin Mo, who went berserk, turned a deaf ear.
He roared like a dragon and a tiger, and blood mist began to surge around his body.
Qin Hong frowned slightly, obviously not expecting that his younger brother had studied more advanced combat skills and had strengthened them while in a violent state. roar A tiger roar and a dragon roar came from Qin Mo's body, which looked weird and terrifying.
At the same time, his speed, strength, flexibility, and murderous intent increased dramatically, and he continued to attack Qin Hong crazily.
A quarter of an hour later, Qin Mo's energy and blood were finally exhausted to the limit, his face became as pale as paper, and he looked like a dead man.
If he continues to fight, there is no doubt that he will be exhausted to death.
Qin Hong didn't seem to want to see him die easily.
He slapped his chest with a palm.
The powerful force invaded Qin Mo's body, and the boiling blood and energy in his body was forcibly suppressed.
Buzz Before Qin Mo, who had just woken up, could react, he saw a pair of eyes that he would never forget.
They were a pair of dark golden pupils, and their eyes seemed to contain endless mysteries, indescribable truths and principles.
Then he passed out.
When he woke up again, he was already in the hospital and had no feeling in his legs.
At that moment, Qin Mo's tears fell silently.
His father's death hit him hard, but it didn't knock him down yet.
But when he learned that he had lost feeling in his legs, he was stunned.
He has been obsessed with cold weapons since he was a child and has practiced most of them, but he only likes swords.
He started practicing swordsmanship, obsessed with swords, obsessed with swords, and fell in love with swords since he was six years old.
As long as he can remember, he has never left the sword.
Qin Mo knew very well the importance of legs to the sword.
You know, before some swordsmen in ancient times taught swordsmanship, disciples had to be able to stab a monkey in the butt in the forest with a stick before they were qualified to practice swordsmanship.
In other words, the most basic thing for a qualified swordsman is to have a strong body.
He has no legs, and his swordsmanship can be said to be basically useless.
For Qin Mo, it means that the road to his dream is cut off, which is more uncomfortable than killing him.
He is crying because of his dream that is going away.
At the hospital, everyone thought he was sad because he couldn't walk, but few understood that he was crying for the sword.
Qin Mo came back to his senses and looked at the clean ward and white hospital bed.
He didn't expect that he would be moved by the scene, but now that he thinks about it, he was still too young back then.
"The ancients said that when Heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to a person, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions.
Therefore, tempting his heart and forbearance will benefit him beyond his ability. " "Although I don't know what great responsibility God has given me, at least it made me understand that difficulties are an indispensable whetstone in life.
This whetstone also made my sword skills perfect."
Three years ago, on the college entrance examination day, his relatives killed each other.
He was heartbroken after losing his dream and begged for death several times.
Three years later, on the day of the college entrance examination, Aunt Qing accompanied him.
He buried the sword for three years without any sorrow or joy, and the sword god had no sword.
After exhausting love, hatred, and experiencing highs and lows in life, the nineteen-year-old Qin Mo tasted too much of the world of mortals.
During these three years, he created another master swordsmanship, Burial Sword Style. rr4409051: