old swordsman

Weng Jiangjiao was 12 years old when Qingyu Village was bloodbathed.

A 12-year-old boy, his appearance has not yet grown, but he can already see his future appearance.When the pupils opened and closed, the brilliance was shining, like a lone white crane looking up and squinting at the world.

The owner of Qingyuzhuang prefers this one.When the gray-haired owner saw him cutting grass and feeding his donkey, he patted his head and told him to go to bed that night.

He bowed his head and said yes, and then continued to pour the hay into the donkey's stone trough.

No one in Qingyu Village knew that his Xuanyu Jue practiced to an extremely advanced level.Even if you know it, you won't care.Because this is an evil kung fu specially given to slaves by Qingyuzhuang, the stronger the kung fu, the easier it is to perish, and the easier it is to make those who enjoy it happy.

Moreover, as long as one has practiced the Xuanyu Jue, once that kind of thing starts, there is no possibility of quitting it.Slaves will only become more and more willing.

The young Weng Jiangjiao quietly clenched his fists.

That night, he was searched carefully to make sure that nothing could threaten the safety of the owner.

He entered the owner's room wearing a very thin gauze, and the youthful innocence of a young man was faintly visible.

The owner of the villa, Da Lala, sat on the villa, waiting for him to pass.

He took a deep breath and walked over, wrapping his arms around the owner's neck.The owner of the villa was looking at him with satisfaction, and his face suddenly became painful - a white light transformed from internal force spewed out from Weng Jiangjiao's fingertips, cutting the owner's neck in two.

The head that fell to the ground was dead.Directly using internal strength as the blade, even among the heroes who have been famous for a long time in the world, very few people can do this step.

And the inexperienced Weng Jiangjiao was stained with blood.The boy's calm expression was reflected in the interesting mirror in the room, which was extremely hideous.

Weng Jiangjiao was stunned for a while, then drew the sword from the owner's waist, and strode out of the room.

At this time, many people in Zhuangzi are holding the beauty and doing things that are worse than animals.Although there are many guards, they dare not pry into the master's privacy, so they all patrol around the outer wall of Zhuangzi.

When it was dawn, the guards still didn't know what was going on in the village, and they yawned, hoping that the shift replacement would come earlier.

But he looked forward to a Shura-like young man, wearing a thin bloody coat, holding a blood-soaked sword, and even his indifferent face was dripping with blood dripping from his hair.

At that time, everyone felt that they had seen a ghost, and they thought that the village must have done too many immoral things, and they would be retaliated by the heavens.

The head of the guard even danced with a long knife: "What a charm! Take a knife from me!"

The young man swung his sword forward and used the sword against the knife.

The chief guard was about to laugh at how his thin blade could withstand the heavy sword, but he felt a cold force passing along the blade to his arm, directly attacking the heart.Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out, flying far away, unconscious.

The other guards took the opportunity to detour into the village to report the news, only to see blood soaking the bluestone floor, corpses blocking the criss-crossing roads on the village.

The same is true of hell on earth.

No one had the courage to face this young man anymore, and they all fled to the distance one after another.

Its daybreak.The young man held the sword blankly, and suddenly squatted down and burst into tears.It's hard to distinguish sorrow and joy from crying.

The children who had been abducted like him quietly walked up to him, and found a fairly clean place to put down the martial arts cheats, bank notes, and some treasures stored in Qingyuzhuang that they found in the room.

Finally, a young man plucked up his courage, approached him and asked, "We've given you everything we can find, can you take us home?" Obviously he regarded him as a great hero.

Weng Jiangjiao ignored him, and kept crying and crying, as if the thousands of emotions accumulated in his heart were about to be vented at this moment.

Suddenly a hand touched his forehead: "Why are you crying, Master?"

Weng Jiangjiao opened his eyes slightly, and his body almost lay on the horse, shaking with the horse's walking.He suddenly realized that this was the third day he met Xiaofeng.

Lin Xiafeng led the horse and walked ahead, turned around and said, "Master seems to have a low fever. It's the disciple's fault. He shouldn't have forced Master in the wilderness last night."

The horse snorts.

"Nothing." Weng Jiangjiao shook his drowsy head and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Purple Floating Mountain." Lin Xiafeng got on his horse, covered Weng Jiangjiao with the cloak, and embraced the person in front of him: "I remember that Master participated in the Knights Club of Zifu Mountain, and liked the peach forest behind Zifu Mountain the most."

Weng Jiangjiao was so dizzy that he simply leaned on Lin Xiafeng's arms: "Xiaofeng, I like peach blossoms, and it's autumn now."

Lin Xiafeng hooked his lips: "But what I like is the figure of master dancing sword under the moon and the sound of flute playing under the peach blossom tree." I think he had a rival in love back then, the eldest lady of Zifu Mountain.Fortunately, Master clearly rejected him.

Weng Jiangjiao's eyes were half closed, and his whole body relaxed like never before: "You are still sitting under the peach blossom tree and playing the flute, you kid, you really like things that Master was forced to learn back then."

Lin Xiafeng kissed Weng Jiangjiao's pinnae: "It's the master who loves the disciple, so he is taking advantage of the disciple."

Weng Jiangjiao sneered, he thought he had a good disciple who "loved" him!

"Xiaofeng, come back to town with me, and I'll tell you how to get there." Weng Jiangjiao suddenly remembered a few things, "Follow me to get the wine I haven't sold out, and I want you to take in an apprentice. "

"Oh? After the master retired, the disciples who sell wine can still think of it. After all, the master is famous for collecting wine recipes. It's just that he didn't expect the master to find his disciples and grandchildren after three years of retirement?" Lin Xiafeng will " The word "disciple and grandson" is particularly heavy.

"He is a bit like you back then, and I will think of you when I see him."

Lin Xiafeng was not very satisfied with this explanation: "Now that the master is in the disciple's arms, do you still need him?"

"He begged me for three years and always wanted to worship me as his teacher."

Weng Jiangjiao still had his eyes closed, and he felt a cold hand patting his face.

"Master is just too soft-hearted."

Weng Jiangjiao said in his heart that if he hadn't softened his heart, he could have left behind this guy who was domineering over him?

"However," the hand that patted his face brushed the hair beside his ears for him, "it just so happens that I haven't confiscated my apprentice, since the master likes that child, I'll take him in." This word bites very hard.

"That's good." Weng Jiangjiao was drowsy and didn't hear anything else.

Twenty days later, these two people arrived at the small town where Weng Jiangjiao lived in seclusion.

It was the puppy who discovered them first.The little dog was fishing in the river not far from the outskirts of the town. When he looked up, he saw two people walking towards the town from a distance.

Riding on a horse alone, with white clothes and black hair, is beyond the ordinary.One person leads the horse, and the red clothes are painted with gold thread. The material of the clothes is many times more expensive than the rare materials brought home by the second uncle of the puppy.And that man could hold on to the red dress, he was high-spirited, with an uncontrollable heroism in his brows and eyes.

The little dog was stunned immediately, oh my god, where are these two distinguished guests from?Look again, huh?Isn't that good-looking man on horseback the old man?

So he ran over doggy-leggedly, waved his hands and said: "Old man, old man, it's a good feeling to go out and mess around, isn't it? Look, you brought back such a big beauty!"

Lin Xiafeng smiled: "This is the child that Master is looking for?" Hmph, Master is his beauty.

Weng Jiangjiao said with a tiger face: "Little dog, don't talk nonsense, he is the master I found for you."

The little dog glanced suspiciously at Lin Xiafeng, then looked at Weng Jiangjiao: "Is he as good as you?"

Lin Xiafeng smiled more and more gently.His majestic Jiaofeng Sect head was actually despised by a child.good very good.

"Better than me." Weng Jiangjiao said frankly, "But he is small-minded, if you speak ill of him again, beware of retaliation."

Being dismantled by his master, Lin Xiafeng's face immediately turned green.

The little dog looked at Weng Jiangjiao, and then at Lin Xiafeng. Xu felt that it was hopeless to worship Weng Jiangjiao as his teacher, so he immediately knelt down to Lin Xiafeng: "Master, I will be worshiped by my disciples."

Lin Xiafeng helped him up: "From now on, you will be my disciple, don't say that I am your master when you go out of the rivers and lakes."

Ga?The puppy didn't respond.

"Hey, shouldn't you say 'if you get bullied in the future, report my name'?" Weng Jiangjiao corrected.

"That's because the master is kind to the disciple, and the disciple doesn't want to be kind to others." Lin Xiafeng was serious.

Weng Jiangjiao was speechless for a while, and held back for a long time: "It's up to you."

Lin Xiafeng took out a copy of "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Gouzi: "Take it and read it carefully. I will test you for the teacher's school tomorrow."

Xiao Gouzi took the book and looked at the symbols he didn't recognize throughout the text: "Aren't you going to teach me martial arts?"

"These are the basics of martial arts. After you learn it well, I will teach you more things as a teacher."

"Oh," Little Gouzi nodded half-understanding, "I'll ask my second uncle to teach me when I go back. By the way, what's your name? I should know my master's name, right?"

"Lin Xiafeng." Lin Xiafeng pulled the rein, "Let's go."

After walking away, Weng Jiangjiao looked back at the little dog sympathetically: "You take an apprentice, and you plan to train him to be an accountant?"

"As the future head of the Jiaofeng Sect, how can you not settle accounts?" Lin Xiafeng laughed, "What's more, I'm with Master, how can I have much time to manage mundane affairs?"

"What about martial arts?"

"Master is really devoted to your disciple." Lin Xiafeng was a little dissatisfied, "Master, don't worry, he is also my disciple."

The two chatted, and unknowingly reached the door of the store.

Weng Jiangjiao got off his horse, and a man came out immediately: "Old man, you are back. During the days when you were away, our neighbors helped to clean your shop. Take a look, is it clean?"

Weng Jiangjiao glanced casually: "I'm sorry, everyone. Where are those people from Zifu Mountain?"

Lin Xiafeng's expression changed, Zifu Mountain actually came?

"Those people were robbed by another group of people that night. We are just ordinary people and dare not do anything."

Weng Jiangjiao nodded: "That's right. Please call everyone who has helped you. I will invite everyone to drink today."

"Okay! It's our blessing to be able to drink the wine of Weng Daxia." The man cupped his hands and turned away.

That night, the lights in the small wine shop were brightly lit, and the men in the town were pushing glasses and changing glasses, congratulating Weng Daxia for finding his long-lost apprentice, and congratulating lovers for finally getting married—although they don’t quite understand why Weng Daxia’s apprentice is also the legend. Why does the head of the Jiaofeng Sect in the book insist on adding the latter sentence.

After a few rounds of toasting, Lin Xiafeng took the master to the back to rest on the grounds that he was recovering from the cold.During this rest, the two of them never came out again during this night, but the small folks in the town are also simple and honest, and everyone felt that those heroes must have something different from the ordinary people like them, so no one bothered them.

Little did he know that Weng Daxia was being pressed against the wall with his chin pinched by his apprentice, and his warm breath sprayed on his face: "Master, Miss Zifushan came to see you?"

Weng Jiangjiao sighed: "What was the result of her back then, and what is the result now. I am already old, and I don't like the way of spending time and money."

"What about me?" Lin Xiafeng objected, "Doesn't Master like it too?"

"I treat Xiaofeng differently."

As a chivalrous man, what fades away is the entanglement of swords, swords, shadows and grievances on the rivers and lakes, but what remains unchanged is the heart that beats from a certain moment.

Lin Xiafeng lowered his head and bit Weng Jiangjiao's lip.Then the minds of the two were blank, and somehow they lay down on Weng Jiangjiao's fragile bed and started to move skillfully.

The moonlight outside the house is bright and clear, just like in the past.

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The author has something to say: Xiaogouzi: Second Uncle, what is written in this martial arts cheat book?

Second Uncle: Silly nephew, are you afraid that you were tricked into being an accountant?

Xiao Gouzi: Hmph, he obviously agreed to teach me martial arts, so I'll go find him!

Second Uncle: Go, find him.How can we Jiaofengmen be bullied?Tell the second uncle, who lied to you?

Xiao Gouzi: His name is Lin Xiafeng, and he is the master the old man found for me.

Second Uncle: Don't go!Dear nephew, let's study the arithmetic book your master gave you.Hold your thighs tight.

Puppy: Meow meow meow?