In the evening, Han Haibo dragged his tired body and walked into the alley where he rented a small yard. Today, Ji Kosi's defeat made Han Haibo, who is usually arrogant, feel full of defeat, grievance and unwillingness.

Yu Huai, the great official who regarded himself as a god, was guilty of sins, and he would be defeated in the hands of a gentleman. And those iron catchers who usually let themselves look up to and regard it as their goal of struggle are only on a par with that gentleman's subordinates. What's more, the swordsmanship that he has always been proud of has not gone through three moves in the hands of the leader of Xuanyi named Tang Kaishan.

Defeated, he felt that his faith seemed to have completely collapsed.

A wave of sadness rose in my heart, remembering my past experiences, and suddenly I felt the urge to cry.

He was born in a small county town in the northwest border, his family was poor since he was a child, and his parents were poor old farmers, and he lived a life facing the loess north and facing the sky every day. When he was a child, he always felt very envious when he saw that his friends who were as big as him could study and practice martial arts.

But because his family is poor, he eats and drinks when he is busy, and where can he afford to study or practice martial arts?

When I was a child, my father always stroked his little head with his rough big hands, and sighed helplessly: "Such a smart baby was wronged in a hungry family......"

Mother just shook her head and sighed weakly.

But Han Haibo didn't feel wronged, because of his father's love and mother's love, even in this poor jingle family, his parents had never wronged him, and he had new clothes to wear by himself. A meal of meat that can only be eaten for many months, and I eat it myself. Although, the little meat is pitiful. However, how can we talk about what grievances we have on such days?

The young Han Haibo was already very satisfied.

It's just that I can't study and practice martial arts, which makes people feel regretful. But so what? Even if you can't practice martial arts and study, you should always be able to be a farmer, right?

This kid is sensible and heart-wrenching.

The turning point of things came when Han Haibo was six years old, and at noon in the summer of that year, as usual, he secretly ran to the window of the village private school and eavesdropped on Mr. Xiucai's lecture inside. After listening attentively, he picked up a willow branch and wrote on the ground the sentence in the "Analects" that Mr. had just said: "Zi said: People don't know, but they are not ashamed, and they are not gentlemen." ”

The gentleman spoke too profoundly, and he didn't understand what it meant at a young age. There are a few words that he can't write, and the willow branches are crooked and ugly on the ground.

Because he was too focused, he didn't notice that the old Xiucai who was lecturing in the private school had unconsciously appeared behind him and watched him write.

"Gray doll, you don't write the right words. ”

The thick northwest accent startled the young Han Haibo. When he turned his head, he saw Mr. Xiucai looking at him with a smile. Han Haibo was at a loss all of a sudden.

Lao Xiucai asked him: "Has your baby ever studied?"

Han Haibo shook his head in a panic.

Lao Xiucai asked again: "Then does your baby want to study?"

Han Haibo nodded, then shook his head again.

Lao Xiucai was curious and asked, "Why don't you miss it?"

Han Haibo's expression was complicated, and he said, "Why don't you think about it." ”

Lao Xiucai smiled and said, "Ming'er came to study, and asked you to send two bundles of firewood every few days to starve Dada to play." (Tomorrow you come to study, and every few days ask your father to bring two bundles of firewood and come to me.) ）

"Hmm!" Han Haibo nodded excitedly.

This was the first turn in Han Haibo's fate, and he had the opportunity to read and write.

The second turning point was when he was ten years old, when he went up the mountain to collect firewood, he picked up half a sword book, which contained the method of performing the gong and the moves of the sword technique.

Han Haibo, who is already literate, often hears people in the city say that a certain hero, because of a chance, got a masterpiece, but he didn't expect to have such an opportunity.

So, with no one to teach, Han Haibo began to practice every day according to that half of the sword book.

When he was fifteen years old, the swordsmanship on the sword book, as well as the way of doing the exercises, had already been practiced by him to the point that he could no longer be proficient.

And in this year, he ushered in the third turn of his fate.

Han Haibo, who was practicing swords with wicker in the mountains, suddenly heard a faint moan, looking for the place where the sound came from, and Han Haibo found the dying man lying on the willow tree.

He was wearing a bloodstained official uniform, like a public servant in the yamen, about forty years old, his face was pale, and he should have been seriously injured.

The kind-hearted young man Han Haibo didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly rescued the man. After some rustic rescue by the countrymen, and after feeding the duke saliva, he woke up.

The duke stared at Han Haibo for a long time, and after figuring out what was going on, he sighed and said, "You shouldn't save me, if I die suddenly, the yamen will check you." ”

Han Haibo smiled and said: "Save people, where is there anything that should be saved and should not be saved." Hungry mom said, the sky is big, and human life is the biggest. Hungry can you still see you die?"

Listening to his thick accent, the public suddenly smiled and said, "In this world, there are many people who seem to be deceitful to me, but it is rare to see people like you." To tell you the truth, below is the head of Shenfu County, named Zhezhong. A Jiang Yang came here, but he didn't want to fall for his plot. I didn't expect that my life should not be extinguished, but let the little brother save it. ”

"There is an existing matter that bothers the little brother, I wonder if the little brother can help?"

Han Haibo smiled: "You give up (say)." ”

Zhi Zhong said: "Little brother, can you take the seal letter below, go to Shenfu County, hand over the seal letter to the county magistrate, and ask him to mobilize the torture and arrest to come here and arrest the Jiangyang thief." ”

Han Haibo was puzzled: "Hungry legs are fast, it will take two hours to go to the county seat with you, and it will take two hours to come back, I'm afraid that the thief will have already run away by then, and I can't wait for the chores?"

Zhi Zhong sighed: "Leave it to fate, if he really runs away, it will be a helpless thing." ”

Han Haibo's expression moved, he looked at the sword in Zhi Zhong's hand, and said, "Can your sword be used for hunger?"

Zhi Zhong asked, "What to do?"

Han Haibo said: "I have practiced martial arts when I am hungry, and I will help you catch that dog." ”

Zhi Zhong laughed and said: "Young man, that person is a well-known lone thief, how can you be his opponent if you have practiced a few crop tricks? If it hurts your life, what should you do?"

Han Haibo said firmly: "I don't know how hungry he is, but I seem to be hungry and I know how hungry I am." Anyway, there are people around here who can go hungry. ”

Speaking of this, Han Haibo looked at the sword in Zhi Zhong's hand, his eyes were full of longing, because he really wanted to get a real sword. How can beating someone with wicker be as good as holding a real iron sword? Under such a desire, he involuntarily grabbed the sword in his hand.

said: "Give the hungry house, where is that Jiang Yang?"

Zhi Zhong felt the young man's abundant true power from his hand holding the sword, and was slightly stunned, feeling as if he had underestimated the young man, and involuntarily let go of the hilt of the sword, and said where the lone thief was now.

So he was stunned, Han Haibo, who was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, stepped on the mountain road to find the lone thief.

For the first time to fight for life and death in the real sense of people, Han Haibo's experience is insufficient. Obviously, his skills are higher than that of the lone thief, but in the end, he still scarred himself. Fortunately, the lone thief was finally caught.

Later, because of the capture of this Jiangyang thief, Han Haibo won a very generous reward, and the situation of the family was improved. Not long after, he was arrested and brought into the public gate, becoming a glorious catcher.

In this way, his knowledge has been improved in the so-called before, who is the most powerful person in the public gate? It should be the most powerful person in the eight arrests, of course, it is the "ruler of the sky" Yu Huai. All these characters are really like legends for Han Haibo, who has just stepped into the rivers and lakes.

Then, within a year, he was transferred to the Western Capital Mansion together with Zhezhong because of his outstanding martial arts and ability to solve the case. There, he met the iron-clad "Iron Catcher" Tie Bu Fight. Seeing Tie Buzheng's character of not being afraid of power, Tie Buzheng also became the first real mentor in his life.

It's a pity that after only two months of getting along, Tie Buzheng was transferred to the capital. But to be happy for the mentor, he also became one of the eight catches. This made Han Haibo extremely excited, he felt that he finally had a goal, he wanted to become an iron-blooded eight catchers!

In April last year, Han Haibo received an indisputable letter, recommending him to join the Jikou Division, starting with a quick catcher in the Jikou Division.

Han Haibo naturally had no objection, and after saying goodbye to his parents and leaving enough money for the family, he rushed to the capital.

He has seen his idol Yu Huaisin, and he has also seen everyone in the Eight Arrests of Iron and Blood, and his excitement is beyond words.

It's a pity that today's confrontation with Xuanyi has collapsed all his beliefs. It turns out that Yu Huaisin is not invincible, and it turns out that Ji Kosi also has times when he is trampled underfoot.

Thinking of this, Han Haibo felt his heart blocked.

Unconsciously, he had come to the yard he rented, took out the key, opened the lock, and pushed open the courtyard door, and he was stunned.

I saw a strange old man with gray hair, sitting in his small courtyard, drinking contentedly. On the small table on the left is a plate of beef in sauce.

Han Haibo was stunned, but he heard the old man say, "Come in, what are you waiting for?"

Han Haibo was vigilant, the sword in his hand was slightly clenched, and he said: "Dare to ask the senior's name, at this time, what is the matter with the next place?"

The old man chuckled and said, "Baby, is that half of the sword book still useful?"

Han Haibo's mind immediately crashed, he had never said anything to anyone about half of the sword spectrum, even if his mentor "Iron Catch" Tie Bu was indisputable, after seeing his swordsmanship, he just praised it, it was a great swordsmanship, but it seemed that Han Haibo himself seemed to lack something.

Han Haibo wanted to give the sword book to Tie Buzheng to see, and when he wanted him to give him guidance, Tie Buzheng said, spying on other people's exercises is a taboo in the rivers and lakes, you put away the swordsmanship, and I will hand you another set of boxing techniques, as well as grappling techniques.

Therefore, this half of the sword spectrum is not known to Tie Buzheng. And how did this old man know about it? Why Han Haibo is not vigilant.

But he heard the old man laugh and said, "Now kneel down and call Master, the old man will pass on the other half of your sword book." ”

Han Haibo's thoughts were racing, and he had some conjectures in his mind, but he didn't dare to confirm it. Drawing his sword in his hand, he said, "Senior, why you came, please explain clearly." ”

The old man laughed and said, "You baby is not bad, your mind is alert, not bad, not bad." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the old man rushed to him like a ghost, and with a light touch on the hand holding the hilt of the sword, the sword fell out of his hand.