Li Ruyu, who did not have the slightest intention to hide his qi, was like a star in the dark night in Zheng Kai's eyes.

Extremely dazzling.

In fact, in Li Ruyu's eyes, this vast land was like stars everywhere - these were those martial arts masters of the land sword immortal and above who did not deliberately hide their qi.

The arrival of Zheng Kai and the other person was a meteor piercing the earth.

After Zheng Kai landed, he held down the long sword at his waist, and did not look at Li Ruyu, but looked at another person who landed almost at the same time as him, a wooden man.

A man who has passed the age of confusion wears a coarse cloth robe.

Hang a knife on your shoulder.

Zheng Kai knows who he is, in fact, everyone knows who he is today.

Wu slowed down, the knife hanger.

However, a year ago, the name Wu Slowing was a drop in the ocean, and no one cared.

Compared with the demon Zheng Kai, who is not lost to those strangers, Wu Slowxing, the sword-hanging man excluded by the great levy, is a complete extreme counterexample, and has nothing to do with the demon.

Wu Wanxing has a bad background.

It is said that he was the illegitimate son of a small landlord, but as his mother died of illness, the small landlord died violently, and the statement that Wu Wanxing was an illegitimate child was gradually not mentioned.

Wu has done a lot of things in his life.

In the early days, his mother did everything in her power to get him to study.

Read to get ahead!

Wu Wanxing still remembers that his family was too poor to go to official school or private school, but his mother resolutely did something in order to give him books to read.

He still remembers that on that rainy day, after the private school students got out of school, his mother led him to the private school.

He waited outside the private school.

The mother, who was still charming, went in alone to see Mr.

Wu sat on the mossy stone steps, heard the angry voice of his husband, heard the voice of his mother's pleading, heard the sound of wind and rain, but did not hear the sound of reading.

When it calmed down, Wu thought he was going home.

However, the mother did not come out.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Wu heard strange sounds, the heavy and rapid wheezing of a man, and the faint and suppressed moans.

Very shallow.

But it hit my heart very hard.

Young Wu knew what it was, and one night he had seen his neighbor's tenant couple rolling in a shabby wooden hut.

Wu Slowing smiled.

He picked up a piece of bluestone from the ground and wrote a word heavily on the moss-covered steps.

Then wipe it off.

Then he stood in the wind and rain, heard the wind and rain, and also saw the wind and rain, the stubbornness and strength, and the humiliation from the face of his mother who came out of the private school.

After that, Wu Slowing heard the sound of reading in the wind and rain.

After that, my mother would always go to a private school at dusk every month in the midst of gossip, and then return full of stubbornness and strength, as well as humiliation.

Wu knows it all.

And yet he's stupid.

After many years of studying, no matter how hard he tried, he would be able to recognize some words and memorize some of the simplest poems.

Writing poetry?

That's hope, or hopelessness.

When he was fifteen years old, his mother was sick, and Wu Slowxing, who was at the bottom of the rice jar at home, was unable to invite Langzhong, so he could only watch his mother lose weight, and he would always remember that morning.

The mother, who was as thin as a piece of firewood, suddenly lifted her spirits and her face flushed.

The mother got up lightly, went out, pulled the fifteen-year-old Wu slowly, looked at the rising sun, smiled, and said that we haven't been basking in the sun together for a long time.

The sun shone on the mother's face.

At that moment, Wu Wanxing felt that his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.

More beautiful than the queen of the Great Sign.

Mother looked at him and said slowly, don't give up if you can't read the book, there are still many things in the world, as long as you work hard, one day you can shine on the lintel, and your mother can follow you to enjoy happiness.

Wu nodded slowly, it will be.

The mother brushed her messy hair, and said a little shyly, alas, it is much whiter, it is really ugly.

Wu smiled slowly, his mother is not old, and his mother is not ugly.

The mother also smiled and said softly, "My mother wants to drink porridge."

Wu Wanxing turned around and ran to the kitchen, and poured the only small half bowl of rice into the pot like crazy, and then lit the fire, but his hands trembled, but he couldn't burn, Wu Wanxing suddenly dropped the firewood and grass, and sat on the ground.

Crying.

Crying silently, tears streaming down my face.

When Wu Wanxing lit the fire and the firewood room was filled with cooking smoke, Wu Wanxing ran out with joy and shouted to his mother who was sitting on a shabby chair in the courtyard and basking in the sun: "Mother, wait a minute, porridge——"

The mother sat there, looking in the direction of the rising sun, with her eyes closed.

White hair flutters in the morning breeze.

Wu Wanxing didn't cry, he just walked slowly to his mother's room, picked up the wooden comb that had been used for more than ten years, and returned to the yard, combing his mother's hair in a bun.

After combing, Wu took a few steps back, "Mother, you are so good-looking." ”

Wu laughed.

Laughing and crying.

Crying and laughing.

On that day, he drank all the porridge alone.

Wu was orphaned.

He began to carry the whole family on his shoulders by himself, and he did everything he could to earn money, working as a small laborer, as a slave, as a mason, as a sugar gourd, and even as a beggar...... He did everything that could support him.

After Wu Wanxing was twenty years old, with hard work, he finally lived a normal life.

When Wu was twenty years old, Mr. Private School died.

Drowning.

No one understood why Mr. Private School, who had excellent water properties, drowned in the small ditch in front of the private school, which was less than five feet deep, and the county government officials investigated it for two months, but it was over.

A year later, Wu Slowxing relied on a meritorious report to arrest a fugitive, and did not ask for a reward from the county government, but sought a job as a soldier in the county government and mixed up with the public dinner.

Wu slowed down and began to take the knife.

After taking the knife, Wu Slowing began to practice the knife, and followed the county government to catch the head of the old Ding to practice the knife.

However, Wu has no talent.

No matter how hard he tried, his knife was always slow, and it was always inferior to the others in the county office.

Wu is definitely the clumsiest person in the world.

Wu Slowing did not give up, practiced the knife day and night, and used all the knife practice, he became the most clumsy but diligent knife practitioner in the world.

The knife became all he had for the rest of his life.

More than a decade has passed.

Last year, the small landowner in the township also died.

Violent death.

The county government has been investigating for two months, but it has not been done.

Then the county government suddenly came to a big man to return to his hometown: a land sword immortal enshrined by the royal family.

His uncle was the little landowner.

He came to find out the truth.

When this land sword immortal went to the county government to put pressure on the county order, he happened to see Lao Ding, and under the surprised gaze of everyone, he actually bowed to Lao Ding and bowed to the younger generation to meet the true immortal.

On that day, Wu Slowing and his colleagues learned that the hunchbacked thin old catcher who liked to drink and tell meat jokes turned out to be a sword immortal, one of the nine immortals of Dongtu.

Hanging Sword Dragon King!

And Wu Slowing is the only disciple that the Hanging Sword Dragon King has received over the years.

Of course, it is only the only disciple in this small county.

But Wu Slowxing's sword skills are really incredible, and one of the nine immortals, the sword immortal, personally taught, he still can't beat the most ordinary soldiers in the county government.

No one understood that Lao Ding had fallen in love with Wu Slowxing's talent, and even the land sword immortal asked blankly.

The Hanging Sword Dragon King just smiled and said that he really had no talent.

Anyway.

I admire him, not because of any talent he has, but because I appreciate his efforts.

A month later, on an ordinary morning, the Dragon King of the Hanging Sword quietly left without a trace, and he left a letter to Wu Wanxing, with only three sentences:

Killed the gentleman, killed the landlord, as a comforter,

And hold the knife, born to the heart.

I'm waiting for you in Qingyun.

So at dusk that day, Wu Slowing collected his teacher's letter, slowly picked up the long knife left by his teacher, which could be hung on his arm, and walked out of the county office.

He knew that his master was gone, and he couldn't hide the matter of killing the little landlord, and he would definitely die under the thunderous wrath of that land sword immortal.

He can only go with his heart and live to die.

With the very slow and clumsy knife in his hand, he fought his way out of the sword of the land sword immortal.

So, Wu handed out the knife slowly.

Hand it to the Land Sword Immortal.

Before handing out the long knife, Wu Slowing laughed in public and said, More than ten years ago, I killed that private school gentleman, and two months ago, I also killed that uncle in your family.

I don't regret it.

My husband bullied my mother and became a scholar in vain.

Your uncle should be damned.

The land sword immortal was furious, and the sword came out like a dragon's groan.

In his opinion, it is not difficult to kill a disciple of the Hanging Sword Dragon King who has no talent, even if the Hanging Sword Dragon King asks about it afterwards, he is reasonable.

What's more, it was Wu Slowing who came out first.

However, no one expected that Wu Slow Sword Skill was indeed not good, even if his mentor was a Sword Immortal, one of the Nine Immortals, he was still defeated, and he was not an enemy at all, and that Land Sword Immortal wanted to kill him, and he didn't need all his strength at all.

Bloody battle.

But only Wu Slowxing bleed.

That land sword immortal slashed down on Wu Slowxing with one sword after another, if he hadn't deliberately left his hand and enjoyed the pleasure of looking down on the ants, Wu Slowing would have died a hundred times.

Just when the land sword immortal no longer had the slightest pleasure of bullying and wanted to take his life with the last sword, Wu Slow Xing slowly hung the long knife on his shoulder, and slowly pushed the knife out, and said, Teacher, I have endured the suffering of a lifetime, I have experienced the world, and I have seen all over the world.

I have nowhere else to go.

I want to be on the clouds.

So in an instant, there was a natural change.

After practicing knives for more than ten years, Wu was too clumsy to move slowly and break through the realm.

Broken and broken.

From the lowest level of the martial arts, he broke through the realm one after another, and became a land sword immortal, and in an instant, he became a great sword immortal.

Accumulate thick and thin, once into the clouds.

Wu was very slow and slow, and made a very slow sword, and the one who withdrew killed the land sword immortal who was enshrined by the royal family to Lu, and also cut off the luxurious mansion of the small landlord's family behind the land sword fairy with one sword.

The sword intent even slashed the hill on which the mansion was leaning into a neat mirror-like platform!

A very slow knife, but it is indestructible.

Wu slowed down and became a repeat offender in the imperial court and had to flee.

However, after all, he was a martial arts master among the Great Sword Immortals, and the Great Levy Imperial Family quickly changed its strategy, pardoned his crimes, and recruited him to be worshiped by the royal family.

He went.

He will glorify the lintel.

It's just that the most beautiful woman in the world in his heart will never enjoy his blessings.

Wu Wu, the knife hanger, walked slowly, heard the road, and entered the clouds at night.

Famous all over the world.

……

……

Many years ago, Wu wrote a word among the moss on the front steps of the private school.

Kill.

He erased it and wrote it on his mind.

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