In ordinary people's homes, Xiao Nian'er is a day to improve food and welcome the beginning of the new year. The cottage is different, except for a few patrol officers who are outside, the rest of the people must return.

More than 200 people are older, and today they gathered collectively in the forbidden place of the cottage on weekdays. A small wooden house, standing quietly in the snow, surrounded by a few dry trees.

The overall age of more than 200 copycat personnel is on the older side, all of them have solemn faces, and they automatically line up in a neat line. Standing outside the wooden house, they bowed their heads and said nothing.

One person can enter the cabin at a time, and the slightest disrespect is not allowed. Pang Lao and Jin Sanduo stood at the door on the left and right, looking at each member who entered the cabin without smiling.

Even the little servants and small things are not spared, and they are still strictly censored. The child didn't know what to do, and Zhengxiang, who slept early in the morning, was dragged out of the bed, and he was full of resentment at this time. But he didn't dare to attack.

Xingzhen was also strictly required to enter the cabin. Pang Lao and Jin Sanduo followed left and right.

Xiao Nian'er has a special meaning for Xingzhen, and he didn't want to participate in this event. I can't resist the soft grinding and hard bubbles of the cottage.

The first thing that caught my eye was Old Man Yang, who changed into a neat and clean black shirt today. The little bit is not the ragged of the past, and the face is also clean and abnormal, and it can be seen that Old Man Yang has carefully picked it up today.

Not only that, the rickety body in the past is slightly upright today. The old man's face was a little flushed, apparently due to the excessive effort to straighten his waist. Even the cigarette pouches and pots that never left are nowhere to be found today.

Seeing that Xing Zhen entered, Old Man Yang bent down and made a gesture of please.

The walker was heartbroken, and today this old guy has changed his sex. Don't knock on the skull with a cigarette bag or pot, but be polite. It's a bit unaccustomed to it.

Following Old Man Yang's gesture, the true eyes of the punishment were ahead. Suddenly, the brain buzzed, as if it had been hit hard by a hammer more than ten times larger than the pot of a cigarette bag.

The strong and wooden young man, his eyes were instantly cloudy, and two lines of heat flowed involuntarily under his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, the so-called mourning hall does not have a spirit card. The incense burner on the table in front of him was burning sandalwood that had not burned out when he had just entered the worship.

Sandalwood knew at a glance that it was not ordinary, and this time the cottage was estimated to be expensive.

Looking ahead, a pitch-black heavy sword lay across the table, and the sword stand was more than a foot away from the table. Lying quietly, it seems that he has not moved for a long time. Although the heavy sword was unusually quiet, there was not the slightest trace of dust.

Behind the epee is a wall with a portrait hanging on it. What shocked Xingzhen was the heavy sword and the portrait.

How does the epee look like the epee in the story of the old man. As for the portrait, Xing Zhen is too familiar, how many times have he wanted to meet people in his dreams, but he has never achieved his wish.

A woman in white clothes is not stained with dust, and she sits on a tall horse. The woman is very tall, much more prominent than the daughter of an ordinary family riding a horse, and has a sassy heroic posture.

The white clothes danced in the wind, as if they were real, and you could see the subtle folds of the fluttering sleeves.

The woman took the reins of her horse with both hands, and the white steed raised a pair of them. The tall woman looked ahead, with a posture of giving up who else she was.

As for the appearance of the tall woman, Xingzhen is deeply imprinted in her mind, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is haunted by dreams. It's none other than her mother, who died at the age of five.

The mother in the portrait is not sick, and her face is ruddy and vibrant. A sharp gaze burst out from the bottom of his eyes, which had nothing to do with his morbidity.

The portrait is not only the impression of the mother, but also the master in the story of the old man. The woman in the white horse and the heavy sword matched perfectly.

Xing Zhen didn't have the heart to think about anything else now, and knelt on the ground with a puff. Alternate your knees back and forth, and slowly walk to a distance of more than ten zhang in front of you.

Pang Lao quickly walked into Xingzhen and handed him three injections of sandalwood and a fire fold.

The latter signaled, took the sandalwood and lit it near the incense burner. The sandalwood smoke rises, and the mother's every move keeps coming to mind.

The tall woman stroked the young torturer's head: "Child, you are not stupid, you are smarter than anyone else." Remember that your surname is Xing, and you are a man who stands up to the sky. ”

The tall woman did the dirty work of the man, a pile of dirt, a bundle of grass, a bucket of water. The stirred earth is mixed with hay, and little by little it accumulates on the earthen walls of the hut.

The tall woman pointed to the tattered gourd and repeatedly advised: "You must remember the true punishment, and the gourd must not be lost." ”

After worshipping, he got up, and Xing Zhen faced Old Man Yang for the first time. After clenching his fists, his tone was unquestionable: "Please tell me the truth, Mr. Yang." ”

Seeing that Old Man Yang was silent, Xing Zhen continued to ask: "Please tell me the truth, Mr. Pang." ”

"Please tell me the truth, Mr. Kim. ”

Three old men, you look at me, I look at you, and nodded to each other. Old man Yang slowly walked into the table where the heavy sword was placed, and picked up the heavy sword with both hands.

Then he walked heavily in front of Xing Zhen's body and bowed deeply for the first time. The body remains bent at 90 degrees, and he said solemnly.

"If you don't want to disappoint your mother, please take this sword. “

The answer is already clear. The tall woman in the portrait is the mother of the criminal truth.

The heavy sword is also the saber of the true mother, but I don't know when it fell into the hands of the cottage. Fortunately, the whole cottage respects the mother very much and does not do anything disrespectful.

Xing Zhen raised his hand and gently stroked the heavy sword, as if he was caressing his dearest. The thatched hut, the small gourd is the only relic left by the mother to Xingzhen, and now there is a black heavy sword.

Xing Zhen continued to ask: "Please tell Elder Yang the truth." ”

The latter also has his own insistence: "If you don't want to disappoint your mother, please accept the heavy sword." ”

The two of them couldn't answer more than ten times, and finally Xingzhen compromised: "If I accept the heavy sword, will you tell me the truth?" “

Old man Yang still didn't get up, and continued to insist: "When you meet your mother's requirements, I will naturally tell you the truth." ”

Xing Zhen thought for a long time and asked a word that was far away.

"Mr. Su and Uncle Shang, do you also know the secret? ”

Old man Yang said bluntly: "Yes, otherwise, there are so many children and orphans in Qingyang Town, why only adopt you to take care of you." ”

Xing Zhen decided to break the casserole and asked to the end: "Mr. Su adopted the general, and Mr. Shang adopted Ji Leng." Isn't it like me, there are secrets?"

Old man Yang said: "Yes, their respective backgrounds are the same as yours, and they all have secrets. ”

"Can you tell me the secret of the Great General and Ji Leng?"

"Again, when you meet your mother's requirements, they will naturally tell you everything. Not now, the oath doesn't allow it, the conditions don't allow it, and you don't allow it yourself. ”

"What requirements?"

"The requirement now is to be stronger, to be stronger. To be able to survive in a harsh environment, understand that living is the most important thing, and be able to deal with all the enemies around you. “

"Who is the enemy?"

"I can't say it now, please don't ask again. Please take the epee. ”

"I will definitely accept my mother's sword, even if you stop it. Even if my head is broken and bleeding and I am the enemy of the world, no one can snatch my mother's relics in my hands. ”

Old man Yang laughed: "Okay, very good, I hope you can do what you say." “

Then a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the old saying was repeated: "I don't want you to disappoint you by robbing your relatives, please accept the heavy sword." ”

At this point, I can't ask the reason, but fortunately, I got back my mother's relics first.

Xing Zhen looked at the other three people in the ancestral hall, Old Man Yang, Old Man Pang and Jin Sanduo, and made a deep impression in turn.

"Thank you, senior, for always taking care of my mother's relics. I can't thank you enough. ”

Then he went to hold up the black heavy sword with both hands, and placed both hands on the outside of Old Man Pang's hands. With a slight force, the heavy sword did not move.

Old man Yang smiled weirdly: "Take the heavy sword." ”

Then he pulled out his hands suddenly. Caught off guard, he suddenly made a big bend. Fortunately, one foot above the ground, Old Man Yang dragged the heavy sword with one hand.

Xing Zhen was embarrassed, and asked suspiciously: "Let's say it's more than a hundred catties, it was really my mother's saber?" I am a little skeptical, how did my mother pick it up. ”

Old man Yang picked up the heavy sword and stood up on his own, his back still slightly bent.

Said seriously: "It is indeed your mother's heavy sword, she can pick up the heavy sword that day and charge into battle." Take the head of the enemy general in the army, and it will be you who will do this in the future. ”

Xing Zhen nodded seriously: "I will do it, my mother's last wish will be adhered to." No matter how difficult it is, no matter how strong the enemy is, he is not afraid of punishment. “

Old man Yang didn't take this stubble, and reminded: "Hold it steady, the sword is yours, and you have to take it yourself." ”

Xing Zhen squatted slightly with his legs apart, and his arms were straining, and there was a bulge outside his clothes. Take a deep breath and gradually adjust the frequency of your breathing.

Zhengse said: "Elder Yang, please." ”

The old man pulled out his dry palm, and Xingzhen didn't move, but his arms trembled slightly.

Old man Yang said solemnly: "Your mother's first wish, the sword will not leave the body, eat, sleep, practice boxing, and fight." Carry a heavy sword at all times. ”

Xing Zhen did not hesitate at all: "I must do it." ”

Then asked: "Dare to ask the seniors, how to wear this heavy sword." Boasting on the waist or behind the back. ”

Old man Yang gave an idiot look: "Of course it's behind you, can you boast of your small waist?"

Then he waved his hand: "You two don't look at the excitement, come and help Xing Zhen put on his heavy sword." “

The three of them moved together, without a scabbard, and wrapped their heavy swords in circles of linen. Strip off Xingzhen's shirt and carry the wrapped heavy sword behind Xingzhen's back.

The heavy sword was so long that the hilt was a full head above Xingzhen's head.

Looking at Xingzhen again, he bent down to thank him, and his movements were quite funny. If it weren't for the solemnity of the ancestral hall, I'm afraid the three old guys would have laughed out of the sound of pigs.

Xing Zhen asked: "Can't you tell your mother's secrets, you should always be able to tell some about the origin of the heavy sword, right?"

The elder nodded: "This is okay." ”

After sorting out his thoughts, he said: "This sword was originally called Zhenyu and weighed one hundred and eight pounds. It has a prominent reputation in the Sleepy Dragon Continent, and when you have the opportunity to walk the Sleepy Dragon Continent, you can naturally know about it. ”

"True feather is a blunt sword, without a sharp blade. In fact, the heavy sword is famous not because of the sword itself, but because of the person who uses it. ”

"There is nothing special about the real feather except for the heaviness. In the hands of several martial arts masters, they couldn't make Zhen Yu kill the enemy for thousands of miles like a flying sword. ”

"There is only one person who can do it, and that is your mother. No one knows how to do it, it's up to you to find out for yourself. ”

"Maha's reputation is too big, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble. After Xingzhen, it doesn't matter if you walk the rivers and lakes, or if you fight the sword world, before you don't have enough strength, you can't reveal Zhenyu's real name. ”

"We've already thought about it, and for the time being, it's going to be called a punishment. Take the homonym of killing, and take the real surname of punishment. The punishment is followed by the surname and the first is called punishment. ”

Xing Zhen had no opinion on the newly taken sword name, but had a lot of doubts about Zhen Yu, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't Zhen Yu as light as a feather? ”

Three white eyes flew at the same time.