In any fireworks field, there are always a few leading boys with red lips and white teeth.

Don't look at the rugged appearance of their three brothers now, when they were young, they were also the existence of those good men's military masters who spent a lot of money.

The father of the three was an ordinary man in Miao Village.

I don't smoke much, I don't drink well, and I can barely call it a hobby, so I have to count the cucumbers that grow on the yellow vines under the fence in my yard.

Freshly grown cucumbers, passed through the water, removed the mud and dust, and did not add ingredients, just gnawed one bite at a time, crunchy.

The mother had three children, difficult to give birth, and when she gave birth, the midwife in the village asked the native Miao family man, which one to protect, and the father told the midwife without hesitation, saying that he wanted to protect the adult, but in the end the three of them were still born, because the mother did not agree.

So since childhood, it was the man who was both a father and a mother who pulled them to grow up.

Chi Fen still remembers that he asked the man why the other family had died and were buried far away, but his mother was buried there.

The man silently took a bite of the cucumber and did not speak.

It was only later that he learned that the big tree that grew in the inside of the fence but had most of the crown stretched out outside was called the azalea, which was full of bright blood-dripping red flowers every March.

The mother's name is also called Cuckoo.

When my father was fine, he always liked to sit on the big boxy bluestone beside my mother's grave under the rhododendron tree outside the fence, nibbling on cucumbers and being in a daze.

Later, my father also died.

When he went to the mountains to collect herbs for his sick self, when he returned, he was left with only one hand, bloodstained and broken with the teeth of wild beasts.

In the grave of his mother under the cuckoo tree, there was a place left by his father, and later the three brothers buried that hand in it.

Later, when they were young and helpless, they were taken away by a 'kind' and 'kind' village elder, saying that they would find a family willing to adopt them.

Soon they knew that the so-called people were called Goolan.

At that time, Qianmiao also had a dynasty called 'Dali', which was essentially no different from today's fragmentation.

imitated the founding of the northerners, fell apart in less than a hundred years, and in the long river of the world, it can only be regarded as an extremely inconspicuous small splash.

How did the children of the three fireworks land get to where they are today?

It's been a long time, and Chi Fen can't remember it clearly.

In short, he suffered a lot of humiliation, torture, and killed countless people.

As for those so-called kind, compassionate, and people who have never been treated gently by this world, how can they have such emotions?

For Chi Fen, if there is anything in this world that can make him feel that his life is still meaningful, it is only the eldest brother Chi Xiang and the younger brother Chi Shi.

Chi Fen sat paralyzed in the only hut on the top of Jiming Mountain, and one of the three heart lamps was extinguished.

The little world he had left was now half gone.

“

Whoever you are, I will make you pay the heaviest price in the world!"

Chi Fen laughed, laughing a little maniacally.

......

On the shallow sunny slope of the outer boundary of Tongniu Mountain, there is a camphor forest that is not big or small.

A man with a mask stood with his hands in his hands, and behind him, a thin young man with a black medicine box on his back knelt respectfully on the ground, kowtowed, and then slowly stood up and waited quietly behind the man.

This thin young man is not an outsider, it is An Yun, who was defeated by Jiang Ning before and turned to cooperate.

The masked man didn't look back, still maintaining his current posture, carrying An Yun on his back, but said loudly: "Count the days, our master and apprentice haven't seen each other for more than three months." ”

An Yun nodded respectfully and said, "Three months and six days, master." ”

"The sword technique I taught you earlier, can the cultivation be effective?" the masked man's voice was full of concern.

"Five or six out of ten", An Yun said truthfully: "There are still four or five percent that still need some days of tempering." ”

"Well," the masked man chuckled softly, "Wen is clumsy, Tao is clumsy, the cultivation of sword skills depends on water grinding work, and if the kung fu is not enough, the little spiritual light that can be enlightened will never appear, do you understand?"

An Yun still nodded.

The masked man turned around and said, "I heard that the lords and elders of these two mountains have all been summoned by the high priest, and at this time the defense is empty, it is a good time for you to seize the treasure and take revenge, why have there been no movement at all these days? But what are the unexpected difficulties?"

"It's coming. An Yun's heart jumped.

I have to say that Jiang Ning's words were like a thorn, poking a transparent hole in his unwavering trust in his master.

Although this small hole is not big, his trust in his master is not seamless.

The world will always be so real.

Between people, once there is a crack in trust, even if the crack is small and insignificant, as time goes by, intentional temptation and changing minds will always grow and spread in the end, and eventually become a huge gap that is difficult to repair, let alone overcome, and will forever cut off the two people who were originally close to each other, even if they shake hands and make peace later, they will never return to their original appearance.

An Yun really doesn't want to believe in the master-apprentice relationship from childhood to adulthood, but the root is false and profitable, and he is even more unwilling to doubt his master.

But Jiang Ning's sentence 'If it is bright and fair, why hide your head and show your tail' is like a mole on your face and a scar on your heart, which lingers in your mind all the time, and the more you want to forget it, the more it lingers.

Things that I used to take for granted, after I became suspicious, seemed to be full of flaws.

If it is said that he wants to seek revenge on the people of Xueling because of the death of his parents and the hatred of Ice Gu, then what kind of purpose does the person in front of him want to achieve in the incident of killing Han Shao and taking away the treasure sword?

The man in the mask, his master, looking back on the past and the present meeting, every time he mentions Xueling and Tongniu Mountain,

It's all so calm that it's almost like you're out of the way.

If it is really as he said, there is also a blood feud with Xueling, and when it comes to the enemy, can it really be so calm?

Ahn Yun didn't know.

Fortunately, he is smart enough and cautious enough.

"Recently, there is a treasure knife named Han Shao in Xueling that is about to be born," An Yun said half-truthfully: "It is said that the whole body of that knife is cold, and there is a cold flame burning on the outside, I guess that the main material of that knife is very likely to be the extraterrestrial meteorite left by my parents." It's just that I haven't figured out where the knife is hidden, so it's not a good time to start. ”

The last time he went out to get a knife, he hadn't made up his mind to shake Han Shake, so for her safety, he didn't reveal the matter to the masked man. It's a good excuse now, and it's just right to prevaricate.

Before the truth surfaced, no one wanted to believe it.

(End of chapter)