The martial arts conference was held as scheduled, and Duan Zhan, who was specially invited by an invitation, did not attend, but it did not affect the progress of the martial arts conference in the slightest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Everyone still has grievances and complaints, and there are revenge and revenge.

There are friends on the rivers and lakes, and there are no friends on the rivers and lakes.

Duan Zhan disappeared like this, bringing only the disappointment of the people who came to challenge. The brand of the first sword in the world is still shining, but the person who has guarded this brand all his life has disappeared.

Duan He lived well in the mountains, and he found a cave where he could live in. Take the sword that uncle gave him and fight all kinds of animals, and spend every day with difficulty in the wandering between life and death.

Duan He's kung fu grew over time, and his swordsmanship became more sophisticated as more and more tigers and wolves were killed. But the Duan family seems to be one to the south and the other to the north with Duan He, as Duan He becomes more and more mature, the Duan family is going downhill more and more. Mrs. Duan fell ill because of her daily hard work, and finally died in her room. After Mrs. Duan's death, the Duan family became a mess, and the people who came came wantonly entered and exited the Duan family in the name of challenge. The last fire burned down the Duan family's house, and the plaque of "the first sword in the world" had long been lost due to the coaxing of everyone.

All this, only five years. In five years, the Duan family disappeared from the rivers and lakes, and Duan He gradually grew into a sturdy young man.

Although he was only eleven years old.

That day, Duan He got up early as usual, wielding an unknown sword technique with the long sword in his hand. This is his habit for many years, and in this place where the jungle eats the strong, he can only work hard to make himself stronger.

Duan He was practicing, and suddenly there was a shadow on the mountain—a shadow that really belonged to people.

The figure gradually floated in the direction of Duan He, and after a while, the person stood behind Duan He, his face full of admiration.

Duan He looked back, first stunned. During the five years he was on the mountain, it was the first person he had ever met, so he quickly recognized him.

"Uncle." Duan He shouted, put down the sword in his hand and ran over quickly.

"Good boy." The man smiled slightly and said, "How do you feel about the past few years?" ”

Duan He didn't answer, but stretched out his hand. His hands were covered with scars and calluses, and all these years of hard work had been imprinted.

The man looked at Duan He, his clothes were thin, the mountain was much colder than the flat land, and he didn't know how he got over the years.

"You..." Duan He looked at him and found his empty sleeves.

"It's okay, those who practice martial arts are not allowed to fight and kill. Duan He, you will also experience a lot in the future, as long as you remember, no matter how powerful the opponent is, you can't give up. ”

"Hmm." Duan He looked at him with one hand left, and replied in a firm tone.

The two men stopped talking, but looked at the mountains together. Although it was already spring, there was still a lot of snow on the mountain. The snow will be here in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and these are the only ones in the empty mountains.

"After these five years, do you want to practice martial arts now?"

"It's okay, if I had practiced martial arts a long time ago, I guess I wouldn't have to suffer these sins." Duan He smiled bitterly.

The man whistled, and a horse ran over, the same one that had sent Duan He up the mountain at that time. The horse had lost its former vigor, and five years later, the horse was fifteen years old and in its last year of riding.

"Are you going to take me down the mountain?"

"Yes."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Experience."

The two of them stopped talking, the man got on the horse first, and Duan He also sat behind the man. Now Duan He no longer needs to hold on to his clothes, and he can sit firmly on the horse.

Under the sun, the man rode his horse steadily, and Duan He looked at the scenery all the way, the scenery here has accompanied him for five years, and I am afraid it will be difficult to forget in this life.

The sound of the horse's hooves gradually became quieter, and the horse staggered into the city gate. Duan He looked at everything on both sides of the city gate, all kinds of small vendors, and pedestrians coming and going.

casually found a downtown entrance, the man asked Duan He to dismount and said, "You stay here, I will come to see you next week." "After saying that, I was going to ride a horse and leave.

"Uncle, wait a minute."

"What else?"

"I wonder how my parents are doing?"

The man's expression was suddenly stunned, his eyes were confused, and he said, "They are all very good, waiting for you to become talented." ”

After saying this, the man rode away at a gallop, ignoring Duan He's shouting behind.

So Duan He took the sword he gave him and came to a new place in tattered clothes.

There were all kinds of food vendors on both sides of the road, and Duan He looked at the buns that had just come out of the cage, and he couldn't control his saliva.

Duan He had nothing but the sword on his body, and it was difficult to move an inch without money. Duan He could only endure the hunger in his stomach and move forward.

It was the first time he had been in the middle of the city like this at the age of eleven, and although he was tall enough, he was still so small in the crowd.

After walking a few steps, Duan He was a little uncomfortable hungry, so he casually found a corner and sat down.

"What the hell should I do..." Duan He was a little confused.

The sun was about to set, and the shops began to pack up their stalls, ready to enjoy a rest after a hard day's work.

Duan He sat in the corner with his head down, in stark contrast to the hectic market.

"Kid, are you hungry? This one is for you to eat. Suddenly, someone patted Duan He on the head.

Duan He raised his head, and the first thing he saw was a steaming bun. He didn't think much of it, took the bun and ate it in a big gulp.

After eating the buns in a few bites, Duan He raised his head and looked at the comer.

The clothes on that person's body were not much better than Duan He's, and he smelled of alcohol. His eyes were dull and looked like he had just woken up. In his hand he was holding a stick with a rag on it. Duan He looked at it, and there seemed to be some words written on the rag.

"Thank you, thank you." Duan He thanked him a few times.

"It's okay, it's okay." The man laughed a few times and sat down beside Duan He.

Duan He was still staring at his rag, and the words on it seemed to have been learned, but Duan He couldn't think of it.

"Child, do you know how to read?" The man asked.

Duan He nodded and shook his head again. When he was a child, he studied with Mr. Teacher at home for a few days, and he still didn't know many words.

"Good boy, I'll teach you from today. You must memorize what I have taught you. ”

The man pointed to the words on the rags, shook his head, and said:

"Remember, these four words read: ghost gambling god calculation."

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