The fire, which had been burning for two hours, gradually stopped, and the mayor of the town brought a thing, and after several hesitations, it seemed that he didn't want to hand it over to Hao Xing now, only to hear him ask with concern: "It's a long way to Yanzhou, and there are many strongmen and bandits on the road, Hao Xing is so young, do you really want to go alone?"

"Grandpa left too early, Haoxing didn't have time to fulfill his filial piety, I often heard the old people in the town say that the leaves fall back to the roots, Haoxing wants to send Grandpa's ashes back to the temple, not in vain his great kindness to raise me for six years. After keeping watch for the night, Hazy Star looked tired, bowed and said, "Thank you to the mayor and uncles and aunts for taking care of me all these years, Hazy Star is gone. He took the porcelain jar containing the ashes from the mayor's hand, picked up the basket that had grown up with him, waved goodbye to the villagers who had come to see him off, and then walked out of the town.

The last time I looked back was somewhere on the mountainside, where Hao Xing Zeng and Wu You looked at the simple but warm cabin in the town, where the race was to see who could run faster and get home before the other person was the first, and the winner could be lazy for a day without copying scriptures, and the loser would help the winner make up for the missing schoolwork.

With this reward, of course, Hao Xing ran very hard, and he won every game, but Hao Xing was never lazy, and always obediently copied the scriptures to show his grandfather.

Just because he did this, Grandpa would have more smiles on his face.

To this day, Haoxing suddenly understands why Wuwu is obviously unwilling to let Haoxing be a monk, but asks him to copy Buddhist scriptures every day.

Haoxing once saw that it was written in the scriptures: All actions are impermanent, and it is the law of birth and death. Life and death have been extinguished, and silence is joy. It means that everything is impermanent, the living must be endless, and if you are not born, you will not die, and this extinction is the most joyful.

It turns out that the most said in the Buddhist scriptures is that life is short, and after death, you can reach bliss, and you must teach the world to forget Zen and ginseng, and understand the truth that life is not happy and death is not suffering.

I hope that Haoxing will not be too sad, after all, he is so young, if he does not instill such a concept, Wuyi Haoxing will really collapse, how can he be like yesterday night, knowing that his loved ones are going to die, he can still sit quietly and finish eating noodles.

Hazy Xing's eyes were blank, and he muttered: "Grandpa, don't blame Hazy Xing, Hazy Xing doesn't want to apprentice, Haoxing will send you home." ”

Retracting his gaze, Nie Haoxing discerned the direction, vaguely recognized which side was the east, and then walked away. He didn't have a map, because the town couldn't get anything valuable, but the mayor gave him a small book of local chronicles to help him get out of the forest.

As for not knowing how to go in Yanzhou, it doesn't matter, just go east, after all, it's so far away, it's useless to be anxious, and the rest of the way is slowly pondering, there will always be a way.

Walking on the road, Hazy Xing suddenly remembered that he didn't know what was in the back basket, and the luggage had not been packed in advance, and Hazy Xing didn't have time to look at it.

Haoxing counted them one by one, opened two sets of ordinary clothes, and saw five books, namely "Heart Sutra", "Daozang", "Primary School", "Kyushu Chronicles", and a sword scripture "Eight Styles of Famous Swords".

The first four are just ordinary books, as long as you have money, you can often buy them in the bookstores in larger towns, only on the letterhead sandwiched in the pages of the last sword scripture, the old monk's last words stated that the sword scripture should be burned directly after the back of the star, so as to avoid disasters, it must be some precious thing.

There is a sword scripture, and of course there will be a sword weapon.

Haoxing picked up the silver short sword lying quietly at the bottom of the basket and looked at it carefully, the short sword was simple and unpretentious, without any patterns, and there was no sword, counting the hilt, this short sword was only an arm's length of him, and the sword body was about a foot, short was a little shorter, fortunately, Haoxing was not tall, it was a good complement.

Accustomed to holding a firewood knife, he asked him to use a short sword for a while, Hao Xing was really a little unaccustomed to it, so he simply waved it a few times and put it back again, but he made up his mind to memorize the "Eight Styles of Famous Swords" first.

With the warm sun falling in the forest, Haoxing opened the cover of the Sword Sutra and saw that the first page was the author's self-report, and he couldn't help but feel a little more interested.

There is no child who doesn't like to listen to people's stories, and Haoxing is no exception, just listen to him whisper word by word:

"I was born in response to the mandate of heaven, the sword heart is exquisite, and the first time I learned the sword at the age of three is to understand the rigidity and softness of the sword. Once there is a sword, everything cannot be cut, and it will be cut off. ”

"When I was five years old, I was surrounded by sword intent, when I was light, if the feather hung in the sky, the bird was cut off, and when I was heavy, the mountain fell into the sea, and the whale salamander was difficult to avoid. ”

"Nine-year-old sword Xiaocheng, sword intent from virtual to real, phoenix, dragon, ape cry, tiger roar, all indispensable, all things in the heart of the reappearance of my hand, although unstoppable, in fact, there is a form and no god, it is difficult to ascend to the elegant, determined to travel the world, all over the world ten thousand swords. ”

"At the age of fourteen, he attained enlightenment. It is said that the sword is iron, and the psychic is because of me. Gather the heart, the mind into the thought, attached to the potential, the soul of life. The sword is real, but it can cut the void, and it is just a matter of raising hands to remove ghosts and gods and destroy souls. ”

"After that, coinciding with the troubled times of the magic knife, I couldn't bear to lose my life, so I asked the sword to be refined at the top of Dongyue in Shenzhou, intending to fight to the death, but Chilian had no intention of fighting and was voluntarily ambushed. I am not victorious, and I know that I am not his enemy, if one day I repent, I am afraid that he will not be able to restrain him, so I am looking for a way to fight the enemy. After ten years of retreat, he created a style of swordsmanship, called sun covering, which is yin and cold, or can extinguish the fire of red refining. ”

"Guarding the seal for a hundred years, and finally not seeing the red refining of the world, there is no place for a body of cultivation and uselessness, I don't want to waste my time, want to break through, so I founded a sect, set a lifetime of cultivation for the next sword scripture "Famous Sword Eight Styles", and cast eight swords to pass on to future generations, where future generations learn this sword scripture, should inherit my will, unswerving. ”

This is the end of the story, but Haoxing is still unsatisfied, and some like this sword scripture, not for anything else, the protagonist at least seems to be a good person, willing to keep the seal for so long so that the world is not poisoned by the devil.

A hundred years of time is easy to say, but it is not easy to do. Compared with Hao Xing himself, when his grandfather was still alive, it was impossible for Hao Xing to sit and copy Buddhist scriptures for a few days, at most two days, Hao Xing's buttocks were like being burned by fire, and he couldn't sit still.

What's more, in a lifetime, he only lives for a few years in total?

His ears moved slightly, and the young man suddenly raised his head, but saw countless golden hanging branches, slowly covering them like a curtain.

The wind is up, slightly cool.

After the late autumn leaves fall, the figure of the boy with the basket completely blends into the forest path and disappears into the autumn colors of the mountains.

In a trance, the sound of reading came from reading: "The first type, it's really just ......"

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There is no time in the mountains, I don't know if I got the wrong direction, the first time Hao Xing walked out of the mountains and forests and saw people, it was already early winter.

As the summer turned to the cold, Hazy Star was still wearing only a thin coarse cloth shirt, and the cold wind drove him to the only place of fire in the night.

The stockade.

Red lanterns are hung high, and the voices of people rush into the sky along the black smoke of the bonfire, resounding in all directions, as if to let the people in the neighborhood know that there is a happy event here.

If there is a happy event, say hello to the host's family, and it is always okay to go in and ask for some food and clothes to warm up the body.

So he quickly stepped forward and approached the cottage, and Haoxing noticed that something was wrong.

The gate of the village is indeed full of people who come to congratulate them, but the front is full of joy and the back is sad.

Sneaking into the end of the team, listening to the two roughly-dressed men in front of him muttering for a long time, Hao Xing knew that this place was called Niutou Mountain, and the village was not a serious family, but a fierce horse bandit who specialized in robbing houses. Including the two men, all the people who came to congratulate were bandits from the nearby mountains.

Whether it is a bandit, a horse bandit, or a water bandit, if you are a peer, you are an enemy, and there is no reason to make a special trip to congratulate the enemy, unless you have to.

Hao Xing had the courage to listen for a while, it turned out that the reason why these people were forced to come to Niutou Mountain to congratulate him was that the only daughter of the great master of Niutou Mountain was taken by an elder in Fengtianfu, and it was said that the roots were still acceptable, and he intended to include her in the door as a registered disciple.

Fengtianfu is the only immortal sect in Liangzhou, the power is monstrous and powerful, ordinary people are Fengtianfu is tantamount to flying on the branch to become a phoenix, just learn so one or two hands back, it is not difficult to level the other mountains of the village, so where the mountain is closer to Niutou Mountain, which dares not to run back with his tail between his legs.

Knowing that there was a nest of snakes and rats in the village, Hao Xing immediately lost interest in rubbing food, and wished to stay away from here, when suddenly there was a burst of horses' hooves from behind him, from far to near, and there were several extremely terrible screams when they were near.

Passing over the congratulatory procession, a few minions in the village popped up, "The second master is back?

Seeing the team on horseback approaching, the minions quickly stepped forward, and said with a huffed waist: "The second master has good eyesight! Good means! This trip has not been long, and he has brought back a few beautiful girls, and the brothers are happy tonight!"

Haoxing followed the sound, and his eyes were red with anger, and it was not anything else tied to the horse, but it was a beautiful village girl who was forcibly captured by these horse thieves from nowhere, and there were a few young girls who had not been curled up with long hair, and they were the girls who had not left the cabinet in the good family, and they were crying loudly and begging for mercy at this time.

The horse thieves not only did not feel noisy, but felt very happy, and the drinking was even more foul-mouthed, which frightened the ladies and their relatives.

The second master waved his hand and said with a smile: "Hurry up and let me in, send them to bathe and change clothes, so that they can serve the brothers." I've caught quite a few tonight, and the brothers can get a piece of the pie. ”

A few minions shouted excitedly, ran back with a snort, and opened the gate to let them go.

The second leader of Niutou Mountain took the lead, and more than a dozen riders followed closely behind him, and Haoxing saw those women passing by him, his eyes desperate and helpless.

He subconsciously wanted to follow, but stopped again.

He can't beat a herd of wild boars, let alone a bunch of fierce bandits who lick blood from the knife's edge?

It is better to save people sooner rather than later, if it is too late, they will be poisoned by bandits, Haoxing's mind is in a hurry, and now that he is not able to fight the enemy, then outwit him.

Grandpa once said that if you are used to being a wicked person who hurts nature and reason, if you don't find the right way, the set of "saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter" will not work at all, it is nothing more than sending people to death, and if you want to save people, you must find another way.

Hazy Star had very little now, and the short sword and five books were the only things he could think of.

Putting aside the "Heart Sutra" that persuades people to be kind, the "Elementary School" that enlightens the mind, the strange "Kyushu Chronicles" and the unfathomable "Eight Styles of Famous Swords", the young man finally chose the thickest book in the corner of the basket-

Dozo!