How many people in this world use swords? are they millions or tens of millions?

Among them, how many young men are fighting with swords and relying on tombs, and how many beautiful women have the heroic sword intent of the country.

Is it a sword coming from the west or a great river going east? Is it Qingfeng shining in the sun, or is it shallow sleep in the deep mountains and depressed?

In this world, there are people who are immersed in sword intent and love the three-foot Qingfeng, and there are people who don't like to practice swords but have to practice.

In the depths of Lingzhou, there is a piece of ups and downs in the mountains and forests, the high peaks and peaks are in the clouds, the low ones are hundreds of zhang deep streams, this mountain forest is a barren mountain and wild forest since ancient times, there is no name, forty-five years ago, a thin man who traveled the world only to polish the sword intent, with his wife and a pair of ashes, lived in this mountain forest, and named this mountain forest Lonely Mountain.

After going up the mountain, there is no house to build by yourself, no field to plant yourself, no wine to brew yourself, the man buried his wife on the top of a shallow peak, climb the shallow peak to see the Lingfeng Snow Mountain.

This man took a pair of young children to live in the lonely mountain, at first a year of life without wine, the man felt extremely boring, that year in the spring of farming, in the summer when the mountain listened to the wind, with the wind to dance the sword, on weekdays to catch up with the sunny day to climb the shallow peak and his wife to look at the towering Lingfeng Mountain, in his spare time to trap some game to take care of the two children, finally survived until the autumn, the ripe grain was put away and dried, turned the year to brew the first barrel of rice wine, drinking his own wine, the man came to the spirit.

In this way, three years passed, and in addition to taking care of a pair of children every day, the man was silent, and when he usually knew only to drink and be stunned, or he lived on the edge of the cliff and slept soundly, and the withered sword and the wine jug were the company all day long, and on three or five days he would go to his wife's grave and say something that he had not had time to say when he was young.

A pair of children have also reached the age of playfulness, the boy is eight years old, the girl is six years old, the girl is the man's biological daughter, born lively and clever and loves to laugh and play, the boy is an orphan adopted by a man, although a little stupid but the mind is still sound, since the boy is the only playmate of the younger sister, is the object of ridicule and teasing, but also the pillar of panic and fear, and is the scapegoat after the trouble.

Since then, the thin man who is the teacher and father no longer drinks and sleeps, teaching two children to read and write during the day, and letting the children carry bamboo swords on the side of the cliff at night to dance with the mountain wind, with the bright moon.

Boys are born stupid, they are not interested in reading and writing during the day, they can't learn how to write, and they are extremely obsessed with bamboo swords after dark, while girls are diametrically opposed to the words that jump on the pen and don't like to go to the windy cliffs.

But the two don't dare not practice, a little distraction can not escape a ring ruler palm, the girl is smart, how to take advantage of her father's inattention to escape to the mountains and forests to play quite a bit of experience, every time in order to avoid homework brother and sister into the mountains and forests to play, come back to be punished almost all stupid brothers.

On weekdays, the man is kind, but as soon as he finds that the apprentice and his daughter take advantage of their inattention to play and play, they become extremely strict.

His stupid apprentice is even more stupid, for fear that his sister will be punished, and he will take the blame on himself, and most of them can't escape the redness and swelling of their palms for a few days every time they get into trouble, but they still don't have a long memory.

The master and apprentice lived in the mountains for another ten years, in the past ten years, the brother and sister changed from the bamboo sword on the edge of the cliff to two simple long swords, the two ancient swords are three feet three inches long, the sword body is two inches wide, and weighs twenty-three pounds.

The brother and sister also changed from dancing with the mountain wind to fighting with the beasts of the mountains and forests, and the brother who was born stupid in the past ten years has also opened his mind, although he is not as stupid as before, but he can't change the problem of smirking in front of his sister, this year, in the spring of this year, the brother and sister were driven down the mountain by men, and went out to travel.

This year, Zhang Wuhui was eighteen years old, and his sister Zhang Anwan was sixteen years old, and the two went down to the lonely mountain to enter the world, and the brother and sister who had been on the mountain for thirteen years had no clue about the world, and they were inevitably embarrassed, but fortunately, the two were mentally tough, although they were limping, they still had to go all over the world.

Three years later, the brother and sister traveled to Yongzhou, met a scribe who loved to wear white clothes by the Tsing Yi River, the three of them had similar interests and simply walked together, and rushed to the rising Jinyang on Nanyue Shou Mountain determined to travel the world, although the person was a scribe and was proficient in martial arts, it took three years to reach the first order that ordinary martial artists could not reach in their lives at the age of twenty-four, when Zhang Wuhui and his sister Zhang Anwan were still blocked in the second order and could not cross.

The white-clothed scribe has an excellent temperament, one hand is vigorous and powerful, Zhang Anwan, who has loved Wenmo since childhood, has undergone some subtle changes, and the original smiling spirit girl in the same industry has become a girl who loves to blush.

The three of them have been like this, inseparable for three years, in three years to see the majestic spirit of the three mountains and five mountains, to see the waves of the moat of the day, to see the flower splendor, to see the magnificent and wanton seaside, in the third year of the summer, the white-clothed scribe had an epiphany in the Canglan Courtyard of Longyan Temple on the East China Sea, and stepped into the town spirit realm, no longer an ordinary warrior in the world.

Late at night, the three of them stayed overnight in Canglan Courtyard, Zhang Wuhui fell asleep, and the remaining two people who felt strange looked at the waves and water, the white-clothed scribe who had just entered the spiritual realm of the town broke through the sky and climbed to the top of Xishan Mountain, and folded off a mountain flower on the top of the mountain to wear between Zhang Anwan's temples, under the moonlight, the white-clothed scribe and the girl in butterfly clothes stood side by side facing the sea and swore to the bright moon to take the sea as evidence, Zhang Wuhui smiled indifferently, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned over and continued to sleep.

It's January again, the three of them fought with a warrior downstairs in Linzhou Xinghai, the white-clothed scribe who had just entered the town spirit realm was defeated and fell behind, Zhang Anwan, who was wearing a butterfly robe, saw the white-clothed scribe fighting hard to help each other, and died in the palm of his hand, the warrior saw that he accidentally injured people's lives and broke the air and escaped, Zhang Wuhui forgot how far he chased with a sword that day, and also forgot how he lost his soul and returned to Lingzhou Lonely Mountain, he only remembered that the white-clothed scribe was full of tears and hugged Zhang Anwan's corpse and walked away.

After returning to the lonely mountain, Zhang Wuhui found the master's suicide note, the thin man committed suicide in front of his wife's grave on the second day of the two of them going down the mountain, looking at Lingfeng Mountain with tears, the master has already become a white bone in a few years, Zhang Wuhui buried the master next to the grave of the master, dug a mound in front of the two, and placed the bamboo sword used by the younger sister Zhang Anwan when she was young.

Later, I heard that the martial artist downstairs in Xinghai was surnamed Zhao and lived in a tower.

Later, I heard that the white-clothed scribe was entangled in the spirit realm of the town, and because the woman liked it, he specialized in literature and ink.

Later, Zhang Wuhui's sword intent was great and he jumped to second place in Tianxuan.

Zhang Wuhui's thoughts in Qin Guanjun's study flew away, and the thick broadsword in his memory gradually coincided with the ancient sword in the hand of the young man outside the window, Zhang Wuhui muttered: "This girl is an elm brain who was stupid by the horse's hooves, and it is not wrong to choose anyone, but it is wrong to choose the mountain back then." ”

After a long time, Zhang Wuhui picked up the ancient sword wrapped in white cloth, walked out of the study, and left a sentence before leaving:

"This kid kills sixty-seven. ”

Yes, every time there is a foreign battle, a withered man stands on the tip of the tower, squinting at the way the broadsword is waving in the crowd, recalling the shadow in his mind twenty-four years ago, but the sword-wielding man is not wearing a butterfly coat.

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Xiang Tiancheng stood at the door of the military and political yamen holding the waist card of the guard that had just been issued, helpless.

The man in sackcloth appeared in front of Xiang Tiancheng and asked slowly, "Do you know how to drink?"

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At night, the soldiers of Qinguan in one tent were stunned when they saw the waist card of the guard, and the short-tempered rude man scolded disdainfully and said that his mother is a rich child who has made military achievements, there are twenty people in a barracks, only the young soldier who was rescued by Xiang Tiancheng that day, sighed secretly, and muttered that his skills are not as good as others.

What makes Shao Yikai even more strange is that the boy in brocade clothes who ate and lived with ordinary soldiers at the beginning, but now he has also engaged in a squirming style, and he doesn't practice battle formations with them every day, even if he wakes up, he runs out of the camp, sometimes returning after curfew, and it lasts for nearly ten days.

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There is a tavern in the south gate of Tianmen Pass, the tavern shopkeeper is surnamed Wang, and he will run sixty in two years, the people in the neighborhood are jokingly called Wang Laohan, the old man is honest, there was a daughter-in-law who ran away with someone later, the old man is not afraid of others pointing fingers behind his back, he sold his family wealth and opened such a tavern, the tavern has nothing else, it is some rice wine, and there are some snacks and dishes that are not bad on weekdays, the old man is old and has no children and no daughters, he did not run away in this war, what is the difference between an old bachelor and a bachelor?

In the past two months, people were panicked, and they could always vaguely hear the war drums in front of them, but since the day of the battle, more than 300 iron horses rode into the city, and the gate gate was a lot more stable, and the more than 300 people looked different from the officers and soldiers in the city.

I heard that after they came, they won a big victory, and the people of the north who were originally in the city were also repulsed, seeing that the situation was getting better and better, and there were more and more people going out, the business of this tavern was gradually getting better, and the old man was also happy in his heart, not because of the money, they all reached this age, and it didn't matter if they earned more and less, they had enough to spend, and they could live a few days of peace of mind for the elderly.

Many people in the surrounding villages heard that these days outside the gate has stabilized, and they dare to go out to buy some daily utensils, but most of them don't dare to stay, and they don't like to stay in the city after buying.

A sound of horses' hooves, three horses slowly stopped outside the city gate, the idle Wang Laohan looked at the people from outside the city, immediately two men and a woman, both young and young, looks extraordinary, one wears white and the other wears black, especially the spear in the hand of the young man in white is more eye-catching.

Wang Laohan looked back, his eyes were stunned, and the account book in his hand fell on the counter with a bang, and the old man muttered: "There is such a good-looking girl." ”