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A swordsman, if it is the most ordinary swordsman in this world. He can live the life he wants, use a sword in his hand to travel back and forth between the rivers and lakes, or he can be comfortable and find a secluded place for this life.

But if a swordsman has fame and status, he can no longer put down the sword in his hand.

His sword is down, and he will cease to exist.

Duan Zhan is this famous swordsman. That year, his grandfather Duan Yansheng killed Xie Ming, the "No. 1 Sword in the World", and the title of "No. 1 Sword in the World" fell to the Duan family. From generation to generation, this name will be memorized until the heirs of the Duan family are killed by the Jianghu people who came to challenge.

Duan Zhanben doesn't love swords, but he must keep this plaque of "the first sword in the world". Or rather, he wants to live well.

So he didn't love swords, he could only practice swordsmanship since he was a child, and he had already engraved swordsmanship into his heart for more than 40 years. Over the years, he has killed countless masters who have come to challenge, and he has kept this plaque in battles again and again, which has also allowed the Duan family to accumulate enough prestige in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, Zhan was sitting in a teahouse, and the fine Pu'er tea was soaked in hot water and exuded a rich fragrance.

As the patriarch of the Duan family, it is naturally not an ordinary person who can let Duan Zhan come out to meet in the teahouse.

Duan Zhan picked up the teacup and pondered the aroma of Pu'er. Pu'er is different from ordinary tea, bitter and slightly spicy, if you don't have enough experience precipitation, it is difficult to taste the subtlety of Pu'er.

After he had slowly finished his cup of tea, the man he had to meet finally arrived. The man also held a sword in his hand, and there was some indescribable momentum between his eyebrows, and he was also a person who had practiced martial arts for many years.

"I've seen Senior Duan." The person who came respectfully gave Duan Zhan a salute, then sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

Duan Zhan took another sip of tea, sighed, and said, "The family is unfortunate, my disobedient son doesn't like to practice swords. If this name falls into the hands of my son, what will I face to see my ancestors after I die? ”

"That senior summoned me here, did you think?" The person who came said solemnly.

"You take him to the mountains to experience the experience, if he can come back alive anyway, he can finally have some means. If he dies on the mountain, he will die on the mountain, it is better than being cut by the group of people in the rivers and lakes in the future. Duan Zhan sighed, his face full of gloom.

"As long as the senior thinks about it, I will take him to a good place." The person who came stood up and saluted Duan Zhan again.

"I've already thought about it, you can just go to my house and take him away, if he cries, it doesn't matter." Duan Zhan said.

"Yes, then the afterlife will go now."

The visitor saluted again, and hurriedly pushed the door and left.

This meeting lasted no more than five minutes, but Duan Zhan put his child's life directly in the hands of others. Maybe it's like fate, Duan Zhan, who doesn't like to practice martial arts, has a child who also doesn't like to practice martial arts. Duan Zhan can only choose to send his children to a trustworthy person to experience like his father did when he treated him, whether he is dead or alive, it all depends on creation.

"Son, don't blame your father for being cruel. Born in the Duan family, his life will inevitably be uneasy. Duan Zhan was still drinking tea, his eyes slightly red.

He just has some heartache, he won't cry, the people in the rivers and lakes have long been out of tears, and all that can be shed is blood.

When Duan Zhan returned home, as he imagined, the house was lifeless. The person who took Duan Zhan's token to pick up the child naturally no one dared to stop him, and Mrs. Duan sat in the courtyard with blank eyes.

"Madame, what's the matter?" Duan Zhan let the people around him disperse and sat down beside Mrs. Duan.

"It's heartache, if this child can be born into a good family, why should he suffer this sin." Mrs. Duan closed her eyes, and an imperceptible tear flowed from the corner of her eye.

Duan Zhan sighed softly, he hadn't sighed like this in many years.

On the other side, Duan He followed the man on a horse and went in an unknown direction.

Duan He is naturally Duan Zhan's son, He, red is fiery red, and double red is like sentient beings. When Duan He was named back then, the old gentleman said that Duan He's life was difficult to live for a long time due to lack of fire, and it was difficult to stabilize his mind due to lack of domineering, so he gave the name Duan He. It's a simple word, and I don't know how much meaning it contains.

Duan He didn't cry when he was picked up, he was only six years old, but he already knew his fate.

"Uncle, what's your name?"

"Uncle doesn't have a name, you can just call me uncle." The man rode his horse as fast as he could, and he was going to reach the mountain before dark.

"Uncle, where are we going?"

"Experience."

The man stopped talking, and Duan He also sat quietly in the back. His hands clutched the man's clothes, fearing that he would fall off his horse.

The two of them hurried for an unknown amount of time, from the bustling city to the deserted mountains. Finally, in one place, the man stopped the horse and hugged Duan He down.

Duan He dismounted and looked at the mountain range with the sunset in the west.

"Where is this? Doesn't this mountain have a name? Duan He asked.

"This mountain is called a mountain, and my uncle practiced here when he was young." The man threw the parcel on the horse, which contained some food and water.

"You're going to stay here tonight, and I'll come to see you tomorrow with something good."

"Are you going to give me nothing? If I encounter a wolf here, I don't even have a weapon to defend myself from. Duan He looked at him who was about to ride a horse and said.

"That's right."

The man untied his bag on his back and pulled out a sword.

"Duan He, uncle's sword will be left to you. If you encounter wolves, you will seek more blessings, this is how Uncle came back then, and the clever point will always be fine. ”

When the man had finished speaking, he prepared to mount his horse again.

"Will you come back?"

The man's back trembled obviously, and the sunset looked full of vicissitudes.

"Not anymore." He said.

"Okay, uncle, thank you, I will try to live here with this sword." Duan He bowed to him.

He didn't speak again, and galloped away on his horse, leaving only Duan He's back farther and farther away.

From the world to the underground, in just one day, a young master who has been pampered since he was a child and even has a scholar to sleep with him at night has become a small wanderer in this barren mountain. Duan He looked carefully, eager to find a place to live in the mountains that could not be seen at a glance.

It is human instinct to live, and perhaps under the influence of instinct, Duan He can adapt to the harsh environment faster.

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