In this world, there are countless sword cultivators, most of whom take kendo swordsmanship as their lifelong pursuit, and evil is one of them.

Sword dancer, a person of the Mahayana of swordsmanship.

Different from ordinary sword cultivators, there are two characteristics of sword dancers, one is the famous sword, and the other is the way of the sword.

"It's not as magical as the world rumores, sword dancers are human after all. ”

In the first place, there was no famous sword in this world, but it was only from the hand of a master smelter, or because it caused some kind of turmoil, so the sword was named and known to the world.

The boy raised his hand, and the remaining wind force enveloped the shield set up by the little white dog, thus expanding the dispersal range of the unjust spirit.

Then the young man looked at the long sword at his waist and said, "It's like the crescent sword in your hand, if I hadn't seen it before, even a well-known swordsman wouldn't be able to deduce its characteristics just by its appearance." ”

Talking about the crescent moon sword, Evil Yi became interested and hurriedly asked, "Bai Gongzi, can you please pass on a message for me?"

The young man tilted his head: "Ask the person who forged this sword?"

Evil nodded.

"What do you want to ask?"

Evil scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.

"I want to ask, this sword has been with me for more than five years. All swords have souls, but why can't this crescent moon give birth to a sword soul?"

For sword cultivators, the sword soul is the bridge that connects them with the sword.

The reason why the sword dancer is worshipped by sword cultivators all over the world is because he can use his sword thoughts as a bridge to communicate with all things.

And the long sword in the hand of the evil man was not an ordinary thing, but it could not draw out the sword soul, which made him suffer from it for many years.

"About the sword soul?" the young man thought for a moment, as if he had thought of something.

"It's a pity that the person you want to see passed away three years ago, but if I can meet his daughter in the future, I can ask for you. ”

Evil Yi had never had hope, and he nodded when he heard the second half of the young man's sentence.

There is no urgency in this matter.

"Tell me what you have asked me for. The boy asked.

Evil adjusted his left hand slightly to make the little white dog more comfortable.

"I want to ask Gongzi to accompany me to Duanyang Village, on the fifth day of the first month of this year, I want to have a break with the fog. "Evil and righteous colors.

"By you?" the young man looked surprised.

"By me. ”

Evil said confidently, for years, he had been looking for a way to fight the fog.

When the fog is removed, the villagers of Duanyang will no longer need to be so frightened, and everything will be the same as it was a hundred years ago.

When the young man saw his natural expression, he knew that there should be some kind of restraint in the evil spirit, but it had nothing to do with him.

"And what am I going to do to help you?" the boy asked.

Evil suddenly stopped, turned to look at the young man, looked solemn, hugged the little white dog and bowed down:

"I beg my son to protect the elders in the village while I fight. ”

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There have been rumors in the world that people born on the fifth day of the first month of Yin must be married.

It has nothing to do with the fog, it seems that this word has been spread among the people a hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, on the fifth day of the Yin month 30 years ago, a baby boy was born in Duanyang Village.

However, the villagers of Duanyang did not exclude the baby boy with this, and the village chief quietly ran out of the village to spend a lot of money to beg for the baby boy.

Evil

Since then, the baby boy has been given a name

When the baby boy was weak, the village chief talked to him.

He did not inherit his father's or mother's surname, and although he was puzzled by it, he never complained.

From the mouth of the village chief, Evil learned the ins and outs of the matter.

Once you inherit any of your parents' surnames, it can lead to tragedy.

Naturally, he was unwilling, and after thanking the village chief, he returned home.

At this point, there are more evil surnames in Duanyang Village.

He was an ominous man, but the people of the village did not see him that way.

Even a child of a few years old would run over to him and hand him the freshly baked pancakes, and then say in a milky angry tone:

"Brother Evil, be careful of burning. ”

Evil felt that he was extremely lucky, and he was afraid that he had been abandoned as early as he was born.

So, Evil thought of killing the fog flies entrenched on the fierce mountain for the villagers, and helped everyone get rid of their fearful lives.

This thought became more and more firm in his heart, and ten years ago, he said goodbye to his parents, farewell to the villagers, and farewell to the girl who had grown into a child, and embarked on a journey.

Before leaving, the village chief just smiled and touched his head, saying that Xiao Yi had grown up.

For Evil, Duanyang Village is the land he wants to protect.

"Guard?" the boy sighed in his heart.

"Whew, it's kind of coming out. ”

Evil breathed a sigh of relief, gently stroked the white dog's hair in his arms, and said gently:

"Good work. ”

The white dog wagged its tail, and the white barrier that enveloped everyone dissipated, turning into a little starlight and falling back between the white dog's eyebrows.

The boy turned his head and stared at the forest of black mist behind him again, and smiled silently.

Luan Niao was still asleep, although there was no more unjust soul left on his body, but the young man always felt that something was wrong.

Hope is an illusion.

The young man laughed at himself, looked at the white dog that had been placed on the ground by the evil dog, turned his head and asked:

"Where's the village?"

Evil shook his clothes, as if to remove the smell of the black mist.

Listening to the young man's questioning, Evil hurriedly got dressed and responded:

"After crossing the calamus river in front, we arrived at Duanyang Village. ”

The young man nodded slightly, and he answered.

He rubbed his hands together and said with a smile:

"Bai Gongzi, rest assured, the people in the village are very kind, and they are extremely enthusiastic to outsiders, not to mention that you are here to help me get rid of the demons, so naturally there will be nothing wrong. ”

Speaking from his heart, Evil was still worried that the boy would find a random reason to leave, even if he took the boy out of the forest.

There are many cunning people in this world, but Duanyang Village is better.

However, what he was worried about did not come true, and the young man just wandered and thought about something else, and when he came back to his senses, he was naturally a little embarrassed.

After all, this move is a little rude.

The so-called etiquette is not unique to a certain type of people, it is common for people to understand etiquette, and people who are knowledgeable will naturally learn from books. However, practitioners and non-scholars can also understand it, and there are not a few people who even know the etiquette of monsters.

Therefore, the word "rite" is not limited to the book, but is now in the line, and is not limited to the line.

There are many readers, but half of those who understand etiquette play a role, but only seventy percent.

The rest of the creatures, although they have not learned the words of etiquette from books, can count more than thirty percent of them.

This is the great wonder and great compassion of the world.

The young man didn't say much, just said let's go, and went to Duanyang Village with Evil Yi.

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Fierce Mountain

At the foot of the mountain, there is a lot of grass and grass, but in addition to this, clods of earth, vegetation, and even all living things will be swallowed and assimilated by the black mist that permeates the mountain.

A streamer of light crossed the sky and landed at the foot of the mountain.

After all, the visitor is not the host

Raising Qianqianyu's hand, as if with a casual wave, the black mist seemed to be frightened in some way, desperately fleeing to both sides, clearing a spacious mountain road for the comers.

The woman's red lips opened slightly, as if to say an honorific to the air, and then walked along the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the peak of the fierce mountain.

There is no danger on the summit, nor is there the ugly fog that worships brute force.

There was only one person standing not far away, the black robe turned into a monster with golden threads, and the long purple and black hair spread over his shoulders.

"Snake Ji meets Han-kun. ”

The woman said with a thousand blessings.

The Lord of the Fierce Mountain looked in the direction of Duanyang Village, and said in a dull voice:

"You may be seated. ”

The self-proclaimed snake queen chuckled, did not sit down on the stone bench beside him, and bowed slightly and said:

"Han-kun, look at this. ”

Han Jun was slightly puzzled, and finally turned around.

There is no such thing as a human beast face, only a silver mask that covers the right side of the face and a somewhat white left side of the face.

Speaking from the heart, the face of this Han Jun can also be called a handsome descendant, as for the right side of the face, it is unknown.

It is difficult for ordinary people to associate the initial rough voice with the person in front of them.

But at this time, Han Jun was staring closely at the thing in the snake queen's hand.

A red stone in the palm of the woman's white hand is shining.

If you look closely, the red light on the stone is undulating like the breath of a living being.

"It's ...... After receiving an affirmative reply from the other party, Han Jun's breathing increased significantly, trying to calm down the turbulent heart.

"The stone has been rehearsed, and the things that our lord seeks are in this place. ”

Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention to herself, Snake Ji took two steps lightly and said softly:

"Don't forget your promise to your concubine. ”

"Unless you want to try to face the king's wrath. ”

Han Jun frowned slightly, although he was unhappy under the threat of the snake queen, but it was not good to vent on the spot, so he had to hook the corners of his mouth and said in a snort:

"Of course, of course. ”

Snake Ji sensed some emotions from the other party's words, nodded and signaled that she had nothing to talk about, and was about to leave.

"In two days, I need your help. ”

Han Jun spoke.

"According to what the concubine said, there is no need for such trouble, the ants will open the door and hand over Bai Ze. ”

Snake Ji replied.

"That's all it sees, but are you sure you don't see an old acquaintance?"

"Huh?" Snake Ji turned her head, unintelligible at the meaning of Hanjun's words.

On the mirror formed by the purple and black mist, the image of the black mist forest suddenly appeared.

It's him!

Taking a deep breath, Snake Queen's chest rose and fell slightly, forcing herself to calm down.

"Two days later, the concubine will go to Duanyang Village with you. Snake Ji promised.

"It's a deal. ”

"Retire as a concubine"

"Yes"

The fragrance wafted by, and there was no shadow on the mountain peak.