The thatched hut is very simple, a clean bed, a tea table, and the rest of the things are not too much. Zhang Kaifeng's eyes were sour, he was alone in a barbarian, and he didn't want to go back to his hometown all the time, but he couldn't go back.

"After so many years, I am fortunate to be an old man. Zhang Kaifeng said with his fists clenched.

"Whatever the young master said, the old slave has long been used to it. "The old man waved his hand and got out of the way.

"The martial arts cultivation of the predecessors is rare, and I don't know the names of the predecessors. Jade Heart asked.

"The name has long been forgotten, the old slave only remembers the surname Mo, just an ordinary sword slave of the Demon Sword Dao, and he can't deserve the word Mrs. senior. The old man stood up and said respectfully.

The word Mrs. again, the red glow on Yuxin's face had not yet receded, and it was dyed again, and said, "You are polite, I don't know if Elder Mo can tell me what happened to the Demon Sword Dao back then." ”

"Hmph, I think back then, my Demon Sword Dao fought with Dayan, and in the face of the barbarian iron cavalry several times larger, the Demon Sword Dao ancestors discussed with the heads of each faction and sent a few people to kill a barbarian army. Mo Lao said slowly: "At that time, I was still young, but I was still allowed to go to the battlefield to hone my kendo, but what we never expected was that this was actually a trap, and we fell into the siege of the barbarian iron hooves and fell into a bitter battle. ”

"The ancestors of the Demon Sword Dao fought bravely to kill the enemy, helped several masters of the True and Demon Realms to escape, and let them go to the rescue. The murderous aura of the old man suddenly rose, and he gritted his teeth and said: "However, those people went to rescue the troops, but they used a plan to make the barbarian iron hooves surrounded by the Great Yan army, and they threw out the Demon Sword Dao to be the sinners who colluded with the barbarians. ”

"The result?" asked Yuxin.

"You can naturally imagine what the result is, the two countries are at war, too many relatives have died, coupled with the provocation of people with hearts, the ancestors of the Demon Sword Dao are naturally condemned as treasonous and besieged and killed by the barbarians and Dayan. ”

"But they underestimated the strength of their ancestors, who fought their way out of the encirclement, but were also seriously injured, and they all died soon after, because I was incompetent, and I have not been able to avenge my ancestors. ”

"A vicious strategy, this must be to destroy the Demon Sword Dao. Yuxin's face turned pale.

"Who is behind this game? Zhang Kaifeng listened to Ruojiu and asked in a deep voice: "I don't know what Mo Lao has gained from investigating Ruojiu." ”

"The mastermind behind the scenes is very deep, and the old slave is ashamed that it takes a long time to find only a little bit of it. The old man shook his head and said.

"We can't rush this matter, we have to think about it in the long run. Zhang Kaifeng said steadily: "Now, it's time for us to return to the Central Plains." ”

"Hmm!" the old man nodded and said, "Let the old slave take the young master to worship the ancestors of the Demon Sword Dao." ”

"Okay!" Zhang Kaifeng nodded and went to the cemetery with the offerings.

The cemetery is not very far from the hut, and soon it is to the cemetery, the desolate cemetery, where seven graves are erected, the graves are nameless, only the sword, in the name of the sword, and after death only the sword accompanies it. Looking at his homeland from afar, he can't go back even if he dies.

Only Zhang Kaifeng was independent by the grave, Mo Lao and Yuxin retreated, the sun was shining, the white-haired man was silent, and cups of sake belonging to his hometown were sprinkled in front of the grave. The seven lonely tombs drank the wine that they had not been able to taste for decades, silently.

Mougin, the cold light rose, and the sonorous sound of the sword moved the heavens and the earth. One person draws his sword and slashes, the sword is raised, and the sword is silent. Heaven and earth seem to be also for this sword dance, falling sad rain, people in the rain do not see tears, because the tears have long been silent, long integrated into heaven and earth. After a full stick of incense, the sound of the sword stopped, and only one person was seen kneeling in front of the seven graves, still silent, letting the heavy rain fall on him.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the kneeling man looked up to the sky and roared, his face full of hideousness, and his eyes were full of endless hatred. His true qi exploded all over his body, and the fierce true qi rushed upward, forcibly dispersing the heavy rain, and then falling again.

It wasn't until the heavy rain stopped that Zhang Kaifeng got up, returned to the hut, and said very seriously: "Please Mo Lao guide me and help me complete my kendo as soon as possible." ”

"My method is yes, young master, can you bear it?" Mo Lao asked worriedly.

"I can, please don't leave your hands behind. Zhang Kaifeng said.

"Okay!" Mo Lao agreed.

On the vertical sun, on the side of the thatched hut, a sword array of Zhangxu was placed, and the sword qi in the sword array was surging vertically and horizontally, and the Dao Dao was terrifying, and the void was torn apart by these sword qi. And Zhang Kaifeng in the sword array swayed his sword intent, constantly flashing, and the sword moves continued to change with the sword qi of the sword array, the heavy sword broke through a thousand jun, and the fast sword was like a swift wind.

The two different sword techniques kept changing in his hands, although he was covered with scars, the hands holding the sword never trembled, even if the sword intent in the sword array was blazing and sharp, the hand wielding the sword was still the same.

Every day from morning to night, he walked out of the sword formation covered with scars, and the whole person was almost prostration, but Zhang Kaifeng did not rest, but breathed the inner yuan, and then recalled the day's swordsmanship cultivation process, where there was a trace of imperfection, a trace of imprecision, and then continued to deduce.

Although Yuxin was distressed, he also knew his thoughts, and he only took medicine when he came out every day, and occasionally returned to Guanyin Temple to help save people and treat diseases.

Time passed, Zhang Kaifeng cultivated in the cruel sword formation every day, and Mo Lao also continued to increase his sword intent and sword qi to hone him according to his progress situation.

And Zhang Kaifeng, who was cultivating hard here in the barbarians, was unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

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At the junction of the barbarians and the border of Dayan, the small fortress, the town that had been baptized by war, has now been restored. Today, His Majesty personally named the town of Lieshan, and the village has been greatly renovated, although the sadness has faded, but the faces of the people can still be seen.

Luo He is still alive, but he has lost an arm and is still serving as a general here. Xiao Lin, Han Zhan, Zheng Ming and Wang Jing all survived, but their injuries were very serious, fortunately they did not miss arms and legs, but their brothers around them all died. Zhang Kaifeng didn't know whether he was alive or dead, which made them extremely sad.

The private school built by the villagers themselves is still the same, and Lang Lang's reading sound sounded on time every day, and then there was a bustle, and the children's learning was not delayed, and a new teacher took over.

And today, a woman dressed in white arrived, and she came to this town that had just come out of her grief. She was none other than Murong Tianxue, she secretly left the Murong family a few days ago, and those entourages of the Murong family were quickly dumped by her.

She didn't know why she came here, originally she just wanted to see everywhere and do chivalrous deeds by the way, but when she heard the name Zhang Kaifeng repeatedly along the way, she wanted to come here to see.

The villagers in the town were amazed when they saw her, but they didn't come forward to greet her, and let her wander the streets.

Murong Tianxue knew that the people here were ravaged by the iron hooves of the barbarians, and he didn't want to spill their wounds, so he rashly greeted them, but wandered around alone. Before she knew it, she came to a thatched house, and before she knew it, she pushed open the fence and walked in.

The thatched cottage was clean, a small pond with a teapot on a stone table. A white plum blossom, a chair, lying calmly below, the breeze blowing, the chair moves with the wind.

In the pond, a white lotus flower is swaying, the water droplets on the lotus leaf are dripping, the fish below are scattered, and a few random manuscripts are placed on the stones, and the wind blows and turns. Fingers unconsciously swept over everything here, and there seemed to be a sense of intimacy that made her fascinated.

"Who are you, big sister?" suddenly a childish voice sounded.

Murong Tianxue was stunned, woke up after hearing this sound, turned around, and saw a little girl dressed in red, the little girl was holding a book, looking at her curiously.

"I --。 Murong Tianxue was stunned, and didn't know how to explain it for a while, after all, he had not yet obtained the permission of his master to enter without permission, and it was already rude.

"This is the former residence of my husband, and I ask the big sister to leave. Niu Niu said.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave right away. Murong Dumpling pushed the door and left.

"Is the eldest sister a friend of Mr.?" Niuniu asked suddenly.

The sudden question was caught off guard, and he should have denied it, but he said for some reason: "Yes, may I ask, is your husband here? I want to see him." ”

"Sir----。 Niuniu's eyes were red, and her tone was even choked, but she endured this emotion and said: "Mr. is out, since the eldest sister is an old friend of the gentleman, please take care of yourself, but I also hope that the eldest sister will not casually react to Mr.'s things, just take a look." ”

"I see, thank you. Murong Tianxue returned, and from the little girl's expression, she could guess a thing or two about that person, but she didn't say anything: "Don't worry, I'll just take a look, and promise not to turn over your husband's things." ”

"Hmm!" Niu Niu nodded, and left with the book.

The sudden arrival of people is both familiar and unfamiliar, and the room of the simple score is neat and tidy, symbolizing that the owner of this thatched house has a very ordinary life. But why did a familiar feeling emerge from the depths of memory, obviously not knowing the owner of the room here, but flipping through it, it was pulling out the book that came to mind.

She was the only one left here. Unconsciously sat at the desk and opened a book, the font was sharp, but it was not impressive. A piece of handwriting, a gesture seems to be in line with the past.

I don't know why, this room feels good to her, without her, but everywhere, it's hard to put into words, it seems that all of this is familiar to her.

He pulled out a scroll from the scroll on the side of the desk and slowly opened it, this is a painting scroll, and a woman is painted in the scroll. The owner of the thatched cottage paints with a black brush.

The woman in the painting is like a lotus blooming, with long black hair reaching to her waist, her eyebrows are as soft as willows, and her eyes are slightly cold. The clothes were fluttering, the white clothes were better than the snow, and the corners of her mouth showed a smile like hatred.

"This person is so familiar, it's --- me. Murong Tianxue was surprised, why a person she had never met would have her portrait, it was incredible. In her memory, why is there no such memory, someone has painted for her. And the next sentence touched her heart fiercely.

"If you don't have a chance, three thousand worlds, millions of Bodhi sentient beings, why do you smile with me alone, but only meet you?"

"If there is fate, after the lights are knotted, three feet of snow, white hair overnight, so far speechless, but only ashes, no rekindling. ”

A few words, like a blunt knife, pierced into her heart, and the tears in her eyes didn't understand why they flowed, and she couldn't stop them. The buried memories surged, but the dusty memories were like the strongest seals, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think of anything.

"Who the hell are you?" Murong Tianxue kept repeating this sentence.

"Ayuki. Mougins, a voice broke her confused thoughts from outside the door.

"Brother Changtian. Murong Tianxue looked up and saw the man standing outside the door.

"You get rid of your entourage, and I knew you were going to be here. Murong Changtian walked in, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from her face, sighed, and said, "Ah Xue, it's time for us to go back." ”

"Brother Changtian, do you know the owner of this thatched house?" asked Murong Tianxue.

"Recognize. Murong Changtian didn't hide it.

"Then do I know him?" Murong Tianxue still had tears on her face, and said bitterly: "Why do I have a very familiar feeling with the owner of this thatched house since I came here, my heart hurts. ”

"How can you possibly know the master of the thatched house?" Murong Changtian shook his head and said, "However, the owner of this thatched house has now died in battle on the grassland. ”

"Killed in battle?" Murong Tianxue's pale face turned a little whiter, but he still asked without giving up: "You said that the owner of the thatched house doesn't know me, why is there a portrait of me." ”

"Don't you know that you are now the daughter of Tianjiao of the Murong family?" Murong Changtian smiled dumbly and said, "Which of today's martial arts talents does not admire you, maybe the owner of this thatched house is lucky enough to see you and draw it." ”

"Really?" Murong Tianxue was skeptical.

"Of course, when did I lie to you. Murong Changtian explained: "The martial arts conference in the southwest is about to start, let's go! The elders are all in a hurry. ”

"I see. Murong Tianxue was forced to press, and the doubts and heartaches in his heart followed Murong Changtian and left the thatched house.

Glancing back at the thatched house, a complicated look flashed in Murong Changtian's eyes.

When the former reappeared, they died again. Old man, when will he return? It's a pity that he didn't fight him, if he grows up, he will definitely be a peerless swordsman, but it's a pity that he can't stop the turbulent waves of martial arts after all.

The cruel martial arts, like a dangerous river, have blocked the road to the top of many martial arts heroes. Only by constantly going up against the current can we reach the top, but it is a pity that on the top of this martial arts peak, hundreds of boats compete for the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat, and how many people will end up with hatred?

Looking at the woman beside him, Murong Changtian regretted that he didn't stop Ah Xue, which made Ah Xue sad. If he had been ruthless at the beginning, but it would have been fine, and now that Ah Xue's cultivation of Xiaoxiang has gradually improved, this mental method has been practiced to the end, maybe she can completely forget that person, even if she thinks about it one day, she no longer feels it.

Retracting his gaze, Murong Changtian took Murong Tianxue and left the town and went to the martial arts conference, where was the place where their younger generation competed.