Xiao Huizi and He Xiaoer

Then, Xia Tian told her about her experience.

He is an orphan who was adopted. He himself does not know who his biological parents are.

Since he was twenty years old, he has been living a wandering life, traveling westward from Asia and across the Eurasian continent.

He spent two years in Central Asia. It was a dark time. He was kidnapped by an extremist organization and lived a life like a slave. He thought his life was over.

Fortunately, he escaped later, but he still lived a wandering life.

Later, he entered a small country in Eastern Europe. Unfortunately, there was a military coup in the country. He was almost beaten to death on the street in the capital of the country, but a man saved him from a group of soldiers.

At least, he felt that it was this man who saved him, otherwise it could not be explained.

At that time, a group of rebels indiscriminately shot at anyone they saw in the square, and Xia Ji was one of the crowd.

The panicked crowd fled in all directions, but Xia Tian stood still. Since he couldn't escape, he simply gave up.

Xia Ji thought he was going to turn into a puddle of meat.

But luck favored him again.

At that time, a man came from somewhere. He was a man with a Western face. His features were of a classical type, like a person from the Middle Ages.

Xia Ji couldn't see how he appeared at all. It was as if he had always been there, and just pulled aside a transparent curtain and appeared here.

The moment I saw this man appear in the summer, I felt that time was passing very slowly, like a rushing river flowing drop by drop.

He thought time was frozen.

He saw countless bullets crawling through the air at a snail's pace, but they would never reach him.

Everyone's movements slowed down tens of thousands times.

The man was leaning comfortably under a stone statue in the square, looking at him calmly.

Xia Ji just felt incredible and puzzled, and stood there in a daze for a long time.

Until the man asked him: "Are you going to stand there all day? Why don't you go home?"

Xia Tian replied: "I am homeless and homeless."

The man stood up straight and said, "Then follow me."

After saying that, the man walked away on his own.

Xia Ji hurriedly followed him and asked him, "Will you take me in?"

The man walked away and said, "But you have to help me with the work."

Xia Tian agreed.

When the man walked away, the bullets in the air changed direction by themselves and flew back in the direction from which they came.

Then, it drilled into the bodies of all the rebel soldiers and exploded.

Xia thought the man's home was in some remote place. But he was wrong. The man's home was in the center of the bustling city, in a very beautiful apartment building. His home was very big, and there was a place specially used for boxing practice.

He lived in this man's house for seven years.

The job the man asked him to do was to fight underground boxing in an underground boxing gym. There was nothing else to do but to keep fighting in underground boxing matches.

He has lost count of how many games he has played in these seven years.

At first the man asked him: "Do you want to fight? If not, you can leave."

Xia Ji said truthfully: "But I don't know how to fight."

The man said, "If you don't know, learn."

Xia Tian didn't think much about it and quickly agreed: "Sure, I'm willing to learn."

"It will be very hard, are you still willing?"

"willing."

He learned from the man for a week, but the man did not teach him how to punch, he only taught him how to be beaten so that he could become stronger.

The first time he played, he was beaten to death, with only half his life left. After three months of recuperation, the man trained him for another week.

It wasn't until his tenth performance that he was able to climb down from the stage by himself.

After the twentieth time, he was able to walk away unscathed, and no matter how hard his opponents hit him, they could not hurt him.

At that time, he had been staying in the man's house for two years.

After that, the man began to teach him various fighting and combat techniques. Slowly, he was able to defeat his opponents, but each time his opponents became stronger and stronger. He continued to train and improve, and later, the entire underground boxing gym was no longer his opponent.

After five years in the man's house, Xia has become the king of black boxing in Europe. He has a code name, called "X". He covers his face every time he competes. People only know that he is called X, and do not know his real identity.

After that, Xia stopped boxing and X announced his retirement from the black boxing industry.

In the next two years, the man no longer trained him, but instead asked him to meditate every day to hone his beliefs.

The man locked him in a lonely room, with nothing in it but a table, and on the table was an ordinary sword, a black, rusty sword.

It looks light, but it's actually very heavy.

It can't be dialed out in summer.

The man said to him, "In these two years, you must pull the sword out of the scabbard. You must keep pulling the sword every day. After two years, whether you can pull it out or not, you must leave."

Xia Tian asked, "How can I pull out this sword?"

The man said, "Depend on your faith."

"How do you understand it?"

"This sword is called the 'Sword of Faith'. Its power comes from the faith of its master. When you truly believe that you can pull it out, and you think that you are very powerful, the sword will naturally be pulled out. When you are able to pull it out, it will discover extremely powerful power."

I keep the summer in my heart and keep dialing it every day without stopping for a single day.

Two years later, Xia Tian still couldn't pull out the sword.

The man asked him to leave and take the sword.

I don't want to harvest at the beginning of summer.

The man said: "This sword is worthless. It is just an ordinary sword, even a piece of scrap metal. It is worthless. Only when this sword is pulled out will it have value."

Xia Tian accepted the sword and saw the man's disappointed expression. He felt very disappointed and blamed himself, blaming himself for not having the ability. Maybe the man thought he could pull out the sword, but the result disappointed him.

Summer has no face left.

When he left, he called the man "Master".

The man neither objected nor agreed.

Xia Ji took it as his consent.

Then he kowtowed to him three times.

"Master, will I be able to see you again in the future?"

“The chances are slim.”

Xia Ji felt very sad after hearing this. Does it mean that we will never see each other again?

After leaving his master's home, he lived in several European countries for two years.

During the years he was boxing, he made a lot of money fighting in the underworld. His master didn't ask him for a penny, but gave it all to him. So, he could live a good life with the money. He lived and studied at the same time.

At the age of thirty-one, he returned to his country and worked as a freelance film critic.

Every day after that, he continued to try to pull out the "Sword of Faith", but he was never able to do so.

Every time he failed, his confidence was hit.

In the end, he almost gave up the idea of ​​pulling it out.

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Now, the sword is on his body.

Although it cannot be pulled out, at least it can be used as a weapon with the scabbard.

After listening to this, Du Yueqiu felt that his experience was somewhat similar to his. He was also an orphan and was also placed with high hopes.

Xia Tian asked: "Yue Qiu, I want to know about your life in the Order Family, is that okay?"

Du Yueqiu nodded, and then he began to tell him his own story.