Chapter 950: Tragic past

As I walked, I arrived at the door of Tong Jian's house not long after. This is a small single-family courtyard, not very big, but it has all the internal organs, the main room has amps, and it looks square.
Tong Jian said a few more words, and temporarily sent away the women who were similar to her age, which led Cheng Hao into the small courtyard.
As a result, as soon as I entered the yard, I saw a thick layer of dust floating everywhere. It was obvious that I hadn't lived in some days.
Tong Scissor didn't need to clean with aura, just went to the corner of the yard and brought out a broom, and said to Cheng Hao while sweeping: "Master laughed. Actually, there is no one in my house."
Cheng Hao didn't interface, but he also walked to the side and took some cleaners. The same way, he didn't need aura, so he helped Tong Scissors to tidy up.
While tidying up, she listened to Tong Jian's introduction of her home.
Tong Jian is actually half an orphan. The reason why she is said to be half an orphan is because she had no mother since she was a child, but she still had a father. Unfortunately, that old man of her is a living drunkard. Regardless of her.
Tong Jian was able to grow up, in fact, thanks to her extraordinary talent and strong bones, she did not starve to death.
Of course, there are also neighbors' thoroughness, mainly the only warrior in the town, and Tong Jian's Kai Meng teacher, Master Zhou.
Master Zhou is an intermediate Wuzong, and his cultivation level is not high, but he is already the strongest person in Xiaoxiaolingshui Town. It is he who has brought up Tongjian as a girl.
Later, the drunkard, Tong Jian, drank too much in a day, so he rushed out of the town and ran into the Gobi. He never came back.
"I actually hate my dad, but sometimes I always look forward to his return. Master, did you see the string of dried chilies hanging on the door?"
Cheng Hao looked back, and he saw a dried chilli pepper hanging from the inside of the door.
"That's my dad's favorite. He likes peppers with wine the most."
Cheng Hao laughed. This hobby is really fresh enough. The wine is spicy and the chili peppers are also spicy. Why don't you panic after eating it together?
Tong Jian seemed to fall into the memory, and continued: "I went to look for him after he drank too much and broke into the Gobi. Several times, I almost lost my life in the Gobi, and then I stopped looking. At that time, I was too young, but I was always looking forward to his coming back. After all, he was my only relative in this world. If he came back, he would be able to take the chili I hung on the door as soon as possible. This is his habit, and I was thinking about it, maybe I will see the pepper gone this time when I come back."
Cheng Hao sighed: "Later, your cultivation base was high, did you go to the Gobi to find him?"
"No." Tong Jian shook his head: "I can find it, but I am afraid of finding it. If I don't find it, I still have a thought. If I find it, only the bones are found, then I will have nothing."
Cheng Hao sighed, "So what about Master Zhou who raised you? Let's go see him later."
When Cheng Hao said this, he actually thought of his master, that old martial artist with a low level of cultivation but the only master of his Qing emperor, the small village of Xixiang ten thousand years ago.
"Well, it's something to see. I'll drink some drinks to sacrifice him later."
"Ji? He is dead?" Cheng Hao was a little surprised. Wu Zong, even if it was just Wu Zong Xiu's life, it would not be difficult for him to live a hundred years old, he was already dead? Could it be that he was already very old when he adopted the child scissors?
"Well, it's dead, I killed it." Tong Jian said that this just swept the yard clean, so he turned and entered the room.
Cheng Hao stood outside in silence and waited. After not much effort, Tong Jian came out of the room, gave Cheng Hao a pale smile, and walked outside.
Cheng Hao didn't ask further, just followed quietly, had a drink with her in the small shop, and walked with her all the way to the northeast corner of the town.
This is a crooked graveyard. It wasn’t that people intentionally buried it in this way. It’s really a sand mill in the Gobi, who also grinds things. No matter how good the grave is, it’s blown by sand for two or three years. It looks like.
Tong Jian walked to a grave, squatted on the ground and burned the paper. While burning, he poured wine and spilled on the grave. He poured it again and began to drink without talking or crying. He just carried out everything in a vague way, as if a The ritual seems to be just a meaningless repetition.
When everything was done, Tong Jian simply sat in front of the grave and looked back at Cheng Hao: "Master, do you know why I want to kill him?"
Cheng Hao shook his head and smiled, sitting next to Tong Jian: "It's okay if you don't want to say it or not."
Tong Jian smiled bitterly: "I'm the one who killed one of my own masters, aren't you afraid?"
Cheng Hao also laughed: "Don't be afraid, you can't beat me again."
Tong Jian lowered his head and thought for a while before she began to narrate. Her description had no emotional color, as if she was telling someone else's story.
Since Tong Jian's father disappeared, she has still lived in her own home. During the day, she followed her master to learn her skills and practice, and at night she guarded her home and waited for her father to return.
Two years passed slowly, and she also grew from an eleven-year-old girl to a thirteen-year-old girl.
Tong Jian has a good talent and also cultivates martial arts. Naturally, she looks much more cute and beautiful than other girls of the same age. The look of her master when she sees her gradually changes.
At first, Tong Jian didn't care about it, but later, when the master taught her to practice, the movements started to become frizzy, squeezing her hands and feet, gradually becoming irregular.
No one taught Tong Jian, she didn't know much about it, but after all, it was human instinct. Gradually, she understood and understood, so she started to be afraid.
But this is how it is, the more you are afraid of something, the more it will come.
Finally, one night, Master Zhou touched Tong Jian's small yard and tried to occupy her, and it was the danger that night approached that made Tong Jian the first time to explode the characteristics of a thunderous warrior.
With just one click, he took off the head of Master Zhou, who was obsessed with sex, just one click.
After that, Tong Jian buried Master Zhou. She thought she would be scared, but in fact she didn't. Instead, she was very calm. The blood and the dead head of Master Zhou did not make her feel the slightest fear.
But the next day she left, left home, and left Lingshui Town, before leaving, hung a bunch of red peppers on the door, just like before.
After hearing this, Cheng Hao didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and rubbed Tong Jian's head, and Tong Jian was like a child who had not grown up, letting Cheng Hao rub his head and squinted his eyes slightly.
The wind was strong again, and the cold late night Gobi climate rolled in, curled on the fur coats of the two people, and the skin creaked...