A thatched hut, standing alone in the dark wilderness for thousands of miles. By the moonlight, it can be vaguely discerned that with the thatched hut as the center, the area within a radius of about ten miles is full of simple but not dilapidated tombs.

Like ordinary graves, grave bags of different sizes are scattered but lonely. The only difference was that the tombstone was not the usual stone or wood, but a broken sword, and there was no name or surname, and no one knew where the deceased had come from, when he died, and why. Just like this thatched hut, it seems that the heavens and the earth were born, and it has been there for a long time.

The only embellishment of the hut is the light on one of the rooms. Like an ordinary thatched hut, there are three rooms in the house, with two bedrooms on the left and right, and the middle is called a hall.

In the lighted room, a teenager was still reading a secular novel by the light. The upturned footer revealed that the boy had flipped through it more than once. The room was quiet only the rustle of flipping books and the burning of oil lamps. No, you should add the snoring in the next room.

The boy yawned, moved his neck, touched the time, and then gently closed the book and set it aside. The three words at the bottom right of the book should be the name of the young man: Zhang Jianqi.

Zhang Jianqi blew out the oil lamp, and went to bed in the dark to get ready for bed. When I got to bed and closed my eyes, I don't know if some of the sleepiness just now was borrowed by the sleeping person next door, anyway, I just tossed and turned, and it was difficult to sleep. There aren't many things that a teenager can think about, but when he thinks about it, everything is bad.

When I was ten years old, my father and mother went to work in the fields, and at noon, my father and mother still did not return. Zhang Jianqi, who was still a child at the time, squatted at the door of his house, unable to wait on the left and unable to see on the right. He walked along the road to the field, and while running on the road, the sky suddenly brightened, and Zhang Jianqi almost fell.

Regardless of his fright, his movements under his feet were a little sharper, and he hurried to the field. But when I searched all over the land, I didn't see my father and mother. ran home again, estimating that he had gone a fork in the road with his father. But when I returned home, I still couldn't find it. The boy began to panic, so he went to the neighboring house to look around, and asked around, but there was still no answer. At this time, Zhang Jianqi was completely panicked, and walked home in despair, and the surprise he was looking forward to did not appear.

He took the adjacent flatbread in his mouth and chewed it a few bites, and then began to cry. Squatting at the door, crying and eating while waiting. The more you wait, the cooler your heart becomes. The cooler the heart, the hungrier the stomach. The hungrier you are, the colder you are, and the more sad you are.

The neighbor's aunt saw it, so she asked Zhang Jianqi to wait at her house. The boy wiped away his tears, shook his head, and continued to crouch at the door. I waited for three years.

In the past three years, Zhang Jianqi went from panic to loss at the beginning, to grievances, and then to acceptance. Minimize the only hope left in your heart and press it to the deepest part of your heart.

Over the years, Zhang Jianqi grew up eating hundreds of family meals, and then helped his neighbors do what he could. The harmonious neighborhood, and the meticulous care of his father and mother in the early years, made Zhang Jianqi not have hatred in his heart, but was worried about his father, and he was determined to find his father and mother one day.

On Zhang Jianqi's 13th birthday, which is considered an adult in the world, the young Zhang Jianqi decided to travel far away to find his parents. Ignoring the dissuasion of his neighbors, he stepped out of the village with dry food.

When I walked out of the village, I wanted to look back again, but suddenly I found that the distance seemed to become a thousand miles away, and the village became invisible, as if it was enveloped by a layer of smoke. Since he decided to leave his hometown, the young man did not delve into it, so he turned around and continued to travel.

As soon as he turned his head, he was hit a thousand times more violently than just now. The mountains on the road just now are gone, and as far as the eye can see, there are graves. Rao was born in the mountains, and Zhang Jianqi, a mud-legged man who grew up in the mud, also broke out in a cold sweat, but fortunately, a pair of legs could barely make him stand. Having strengthened his courage, he thought about walking through this cemetery.

The heavens are not beautiful, and after a long time, they are still in a grave. Although the initial fear in his heart was suppressed, the despair that followed began to drown Zhang Jianqi.

Blessing and misfortune are not alone, the sky is a thunderbolt, and the heavy rain falls without delay. The seemingly ordinary rain drips on the body, as if it is the feeling of a thousand knives. Waiting stupidly is not a solution, Zhang Jianqi endured the pain and went on a rampage regardless of the road ahead. Before losing consciousness, he finally saw a thatched hut not far away. Lifting the last breath, he crashed into the small courtyard where the hut was located, and passed out.

When I woke up again, it was clear. Zhang Jianqi hurriedly squatted up and looked at his body, except for the dirt on his clothes, there were no wounds. In addition to the pain in the bones and muscles of the whole body, it was faintly there, as if it had been an ordinary rain just now.

Without thinking about it carefully, Zhang Jianqi hurriedly got up and looked around at the small courtyard and thatched hut. Except that its location is very strange, it is no different from the houses of ordinary people. A simple hut, two rooms and a hall, with a simple stove on one side of the yard and a fence wall on all sides. Looking around, there is nothing strange about it.

As soon as he stabilized his mind, he heard the sound of 'Hu Lu Hu Lu', Zhang Jianqi was shocked, but then he became suspicious, why did this sound so much like the sound of snoring. So Zhang Jianqi learned the tone of chivalry in secular novels and asked, to see if there was anyone in the house.

"Dare to ask if there's anyone inside?"

"I got lost and walked in by mistake, and it was a lot of disturbance. I want to ask you how to get out, I don't know if I can?"

"Anyone?"

I asked questions again and again, but there was no response, but the snoring continued. Zhang Jianqi thought that the people in the house might be asleep, so he dared to push the door and enter, following the sound of snoring into a room.

The same is common furnishings, beds, tables, cabinets. On the bed, there was an old man with gray hair and a blue and gray robe. Zhang Jianqi took a deep breath and shouted a senior. The man didn't answer, and it didn't seem like he could get up, so he raised his voice and shouted 'senior' again, but there was no response either.

has already come to this point, and he must go out, without doing anything, Zhang Jianqi came to the front and shook the old man gently, but there was still no response. No matter how bold I was, my strength increased a lot, but I still didn't get the hope of a response. At this moment, all the courage that Zhang Jianqi mustered dissipated, and he exited the house and closed the door.

Zhang Jianqi wanted to wait and wait, and he had to identify the road later, and he heard that the old man was still snoring, so he climbed onto the roof by himself, first to see how to walk the road ahead, and also to see why he couldn't go out just now, he didn't believe that this cemetery had a distance of feet, you must know that with his foot strength, it is not a problem to walk thirty or forty miles in an hour. But when you climb on the roof, things are not good or bad. This cemetery is not as big as thirty or forty miles, but looking at the past, ten miles of land cannot be run.

Aside from thinking about how to get around, the rest was shock. It's unbelievable that it's so close to his hometown and has such a big cemetery.

Climbed down, sat back in the courtyard, and continued to wait for the old man to wake up. It's just that he didn't expect that this kind of waiting, just like waiting for his father and mother to come home, would be nearly three years!

It's not that I didn't want to leave, but every time I just broke in, no matter how exhausted you are, you still can't get out, from fifty miles to a hundred miles, then to five hundred miles, a thousand miles, this cemetery seems to be boundless, but you can't get out. I had to suffer several times of rain and snow several times each time. It is said that the rain is the pain of the skin being cut by a thousand knives, and the snow is like the cold feeling of cutting bones.

But all of them have not wiped out Zhang Jianqi's determination to go out, this bull temper came up, and once he was stunned and walked for ten hours in a row, the soles of his feet were worn out, his teeth were gritted, and the pain was pressed hard. But as before, they are still in a cemetery. Since then, forcibly breaking through the level has become a deliberate thinking, and every day has to change tricks to break the level.

Every day except thinking about how to get out, you can't do nothing, but fortunately, this cemetery is not a dead place, and there are still crops. Since then, Zhang Jianqi has been farming in the morning, thinking about going out in the afternoon, and reading those few secular novels in the evening.

Thanks to these books, I accompanied him through the first difficult night. Even if he is still a little courageous, in this ten miles of the grave place, every time the night comes, it is difficult to overcome again and again. Up to now, although he has memorized the story backwards and added countless versions under his own processing, he still regards it as a treasure.

In addition, it is to look at the old man who snores like thunder every day. Zhang Jianqi called him the old man who guarded the tomb, and he used this title every day, chatting with the old man about the day when he was destined to have no feedback.

The cultivation and harvest season is fine, Zhang Jianqi has more things to do, but every winter, it is difficult to die.

So, Zhang Jianqi had a new job, giving each grave a name. Fortunately, the grave looks similar, but each broken sword on the grave is different, and according to the appearance of the broken sword, each grave has its own name. This broken sword that is pitch black and leaves only the hilt is called the black head, the broken sword that only leaves the body of the sword is called Green Friend, and the golden long sword that is neatly split from the middle is called the Golden Leopard.

With a name, and then use winter snow to build up a number of little snowmen, Zhang Jianqi has new friends, and there are thousands of more people to chat with, and Zhang Jianqi also calls himself a swordsman and a sword master. In his spare time, he will imagine the magnificent scenery of commanding thousands of swordsmen sweeping the rivers and lakes, so that a 'chivalrous heart rises, and the swordsman is born in the grave'.

Thinking about it, Zhang Jianqi fell asleep. But he didn't know that whenever he was sleeping, the graveyard sounded.

"Blackhead, your name is not bad, it is suitable"

"Haori, shut your stinky mouth, your new name, Money Leopard, is even worse than mine"

"Haori, hurry up and stop, you are angry with our scholars, be careful to ask you for a sword one day"

"Green friend, green friend, borrow your auspicious words, there is really such a day, don't talk about asking the sword, I will stretch my neck for him to cut"

"Who says it's not. Only one day, the first thing I did was to ask the bullshit sword master about the sword, and I wanted to ask, just because I was the youngest in the sword, so I called me little brother? ”

"Hahaha" provoked ridicule everywhere.

With a light cough, there was silence all around. It's about to light up.

Zhang Jianqi got up as usual, washed, and cooked. Then go to the old man's room, wipe the old man's face, and then put down the cloth towel. I want to start 'chatting' with the old man again

"The old man who guards the tomb, it's almost the sixth day of the sixth month of June, and it's been three years soon. Wake up, I have important things to do. Let's be reasonable, I strayed into the precious land, but I didn't do anything wrong, and I helped you scrub and take care of the graves every day. Look at your supernatural ability to sleep for three years, you can do it well when you are old. I'm ...... this grave."

"It's not a grave break. ”

The sudden voice frightened Zhang Jianqi's brain. But after a few years of training, he is no longer the Adou he used to be, and he quickly stabilized his mind. Immediately after, the voice resumed.

"This is the ruins of the sword, the ruins of ruins!"