Tie Laosan heard the thunder and leaned out suspiciously: "It's strange, it was sunny just now!" ”

Wang Qiao also looked out, only to see the cloudy sky, although the thunder was deafening, but there was not the slightest raindrop, a thought flashed in his mind, and his face changed greatly: "Not good!" Confess the Lord! As he spoke, he grabbed Tie Laosan, "Where did you put the evil spirit?" ”

Hearing Wang Qiao mention the evil spirit, Tie Laosan felt funny, and said in a relaxed tone: "It won't be the evil spirit, I'm hiding it!" I hid it in the mezzanine under the pot table, and no one could turn it over......" At this, his face changed, as if he thought of something, and he couldn't go on.

Wang Qiao immediately understood when he saw his expression: "And then? ”

Tie Laosan was about to cry: "Then ...... Then the other day I harvested sugar cane, and I didn't have the tools to take advantage of it, so I took it out...... I forgot to take it! ”

Wang Qiao looked at his annoyed look, and he didn't bother to scold him anymore, very good, take out the ancient divine sword and split sugar cane.

The evil is a divine blade that has been handed down, it is extremely spiritual, it is made of black meteorite iron that fell from the sky as the material, and the sword body is infused with the soul as a guide, and finally cast this sword that can be one with the master's mind.

There are many legends about it, I heard that it will find its own master, if it falls into the hands of the master it does not recognize, it is just a sharper sword, but if the evil chooses the master, it will be invincible, invincible.

But hundreds of years have passed, and those rumors seem to be legends, and no one has ever seen the Lord confessed.

Confessing the Lord is terrifying!

Wang Qiao and Tie Laosan hurriedly went out of the door, the sky outside had all darkened, and there was only a golden light in the courtyard of Tie Laosan's house!

The two hurried to Tie Laosan's house, and as soon as they entered the door, they saw Tie Rou holding a cyan sword in his hand, standing in the courtyard, the sword body that had already been rusted and mottled, at this time faded the patina, and the blade flashed with a clear light.

That strange brilliance, shining on Tie Rou's face, looked gloomy and weird.

When Tie Laosan saw this situation, his face sank instantly, and he picked up a broom without saying a word.

"You disobedient boy! Didn't you say you weren't allowed to play with knives? What should I do if I cut you? You don't learn well at a young age! ”

Wang Qiao: "......"

Tie Laosan tugged at Tie Rou's ears and muttered into the house, Tie Rou rubbed his ears and shouted with bared teeth: "Uncle Wang, help!" ”

Wang Qiao reluctantly stepped forward to rescue the little girl, the evil was obtained by Wang Qiao by chance, the evil has been passed down for thousands of years, there are countless legends about it, Wang Qiao has also been extremely yearning, and also dreamed that maybe he might let the evil recognize the Lord, Wang Qiao would never have thought that more than 20 years have passed, and the evil will actually fall into the hands of a little girl.

At this time, Wang Qiao's mood was really ...... Complex.

"Since the evil is in your hands, you must treat it well." Wang Qiao's expression was solemn and authentic.

"Uh-huh!" Tie Rou had a 'deserved so' expression on her face, "In the future, I will never let it drink soup when I eat meat!" ”

Wang Qiao: "......"

Well, it's a little too difficult to talk to a five-year-old about what to do with a peerless artifact.

Wang Qiao looked at Tie Laosan on the side: "What, let's let my daughter go to school, right?" ”

Tie Rou's eyes lit up, "Going to school?" She looked at Wang Qiao expectantly: "Uncle Wang, you finally agreed to teach me martial arts?" ”

Tie Rou has a weapon in his hand, and the pride in his heart is full of pride, and he automatically and spontaneously made up a picture of himself acting chivalrous and righteous, rampant in the countryside, and no one dares to provoke.

When it came to learning martial arts, Wang Qiao had a liver ache. He lost his son in middle age, leaving only one grandson, originally he wanted to pass on all his skills to Wang Xuanyi, but Wang Xuanyi didn't like it, and he was concentrating on reading sage books, so that he could learn some martial arts as if he wanted his life.

Six-year-old Wang Xuanyi is confident: "Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement." The terrain is good, the gentleman is virtuous, I don't have enough time to study every day, where is the energy to practice martial arts? What's more, the sage said that a gentleman convinces people with virtue, and I believe that with my outstanding talents, I can protect myself without force! ”

Wang Xuanyi was beaten on the first day of his wild words, his 'outstanding talent' did not protect himself, the first to beat him was his grandfather, Wang Qiao was ruthless, and his subordinates beat him mercilessly.

Because of his previous profession, although Wang Qiao can't talk about disgusting the literati's set of Wen Zou Zou, he definitely can't talk about liking it, especially when his only grandson turned his back on martial arts and devoted himself to studying.

Tie Rou saw it, and looked at him expectantly with a pair of clear eyes, "Uncle Wang, I'm not a gentleman, I'm not a gentleman, I don't have to convince people with virtue, you teach me!" ”

Wang Qiao: "......"

The most annoying thing is that Wang Xuanyi is also helping on the side: "Yes, grandfather, anyway, I don't want to learn, you can teach her." ”

Wang Qiao didn't have the concept that he couldn't teach a girl, but he was worried that Tie Rou was a girl after all, and he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to persevere in the hard work of martial arts.

Seeing Tie Rou mention this matter again, Wang Qiao hesitated for a moment, and said tentatively: "Then why not...... Just learn to see first? ”

"Master!" Tie Rou called out crisply, almost kneeling down and kowtowing to recognize the teacher, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

Tie Laosan bit the broom full of tears, his daughter is naughty enough, and if he goes to practice martial arts, his soft daughter will be even more distant......

Tie Laosan's worries have come true, since Tie Rou practiced martial arts, he has become a tyrant in the village, the entire Wangjia Village, from the fifteen-year-old boy to the doll who has just completed the moon, no one dares to provoke Tie Rou, all of them succumb to her violence, including the milk doll! No matter how stubborn the crying milk doll is, as long as his mother says 'Tierou is here', the child will stop crying immediately, which is better than anything else.

It's all a story.

Tie Rou's battle for fame was half a year after she practiced martial arts, and she knocked out two of her second brother's classmates' front teeth with one punch, just because people saw her practicing martial arts and said with a little disdain, "Reckless move!" ”。

After beating people, Tie Rou blew her fist lightly, and said contemptuously: "Even a reckless man, a weak gentleman!" ”

Tie Xing Feng's face turned blue, in fact, this classmate represents the views of most scholars on martial arts, and even Tie Xingfeng doesn't look down on his sister to learn martial arts.

Anyway, since that day, Tie Xingfeng has never been willing to come to their house.