Soon, Zhao Hongyin and Shenlong Sanjie came out of the woods and came to the old man.

Yu Que asked the old man angrily: "Old man, do you see a kid passing by, tell us where he went." Lu Yan also said: "Old man, speak quickly, otherwise you will let your old bones suffer from flesh and skin." ”

Zhao Hongyin waved his hand, "What do you look like, can't you talk well!" It's really a shame for my Shenlong faction. Yu Que and Lu Yan hurriedly shut up after hearing this.

"This brother pleased. We are people from the Shenlong faction, I am Zhao Hongyin, the helmsman of Zhuojun Branch, these three are the three heroes of Shenlong, I offended a lot just now, please forgive me. Zhao Hongyin said respectfully.

The old man was quite polite when he heard Zhao Hongyin's words, and said with a smile: "You said that there was a boy, but the old man saw three boys." Zhao Hongyin was stunned for a moment, and thought, "Could it be that Youfan has brought someone to meet with Murong Yanyun?" He asked, "I wonder what my brother means by that?" The old man pointed to the three of them: "Look, aren't these three boys, but you say that a kid is bullying the old and old, and he can't even count them?" ”

Yu Que and the three of them were furious, "Old man, you are playing us." Zhao Hongyin also sank his face, pulled out the seven-star sword, and pointed at the old man, "I originally respected your seniority and wanted to talk to you well, but you toasted and didn't eat and drink, don't blame me for being polite." As he spoke, he swung his sword and stabbed obliquely at the old man's right ribs.

"Murdered!" The old man shouted. Just when Zhao Hongyin's seven-star sword was only three inches away from the old man's right rib, although he didn't see the old man's footsteps moving, it was as if he was blown away by the wind, and it floated out five or six feet. Zhao Hongyin was shocked when he saw that the old man was able to dodge his sword.

"Fortunately, the wind blew me away, otherwise the old bones would have been explained here!" The old man laughed.

"Who are you?" Zhao Hongyin didn't believe that the old man in front of him was just an ordinary woodcutter.

"Lao Yu is just a woodcutter, and when I was young, everyone called me Ah Xie." The old man said slowly, his tone was very calm.

"Old man, don't give me Zhao Hongyin's face, don't even tell me his name, it's really hateful." After that, Zhao Hongyin stabbed out three swords in a row, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, hitting the old man's body in several key places like a storm.

"Who said I didn't tell you, my name is Ah Xie, you don't believe it inexplicably, do you still rely on me for old decay." The old man was helpless.

After the old man finished speaking, his body flashed to the side, and he came to Zhao Hongyin. Zhao Hongyin didn't even notice it, and the sword in his hand was still handed to the place where the old man was standing before, but he didn't know that his wrist was already in the old man's hand.

The old man smiled, "Bring it!" Zhao Hongyin just stretched his hand forward, the sword in his hand was not real, the old man's hand was only wrapped around Zhao Hongyin's wrist, and his sword fell into the old man's hand as if it was sent over on his own initiative, and he returned to its original position and pointed a sword at Zhao Hongyin's throat. At this time, Zhao Hongyin's empty dancing hand stopped. Before the three heroes of Shenlong could see it clearly, they saw that Zhao Hongyin had been restrained by the old man with his own seven-star sword, and they were all shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.

Zhao Hongyin also knew that the difference between his martial arts and the old man in front of him was too great, and he had no chance to kill this nosy old man, and even his own life was in the old man's hands at this time.

"Go or die, you choose." The old man said to Zhao Hongyin, his voice lost the harmony just now, and was replaced by a voice that was so majestic that people did not dare to have a trace of disobedience, this kind of voice is not something that an ordinary Jianghu person can make.

"Ah Xie? Could it be that you are ......" Zhao Hongyin said in a very surprised and frightened voice: "You are Duan ......"

The old man nodded, but the voice said: "Ah Xie is Ah Xie, and it has nothing to do with the surname Duan." Get out of here before I change my mind, or none of you will leave!" ”

Zhao Hongyin said to Shenlong Sanjie: "Hurry up." Before the words were finished, Zhao Hongyin himself had jumped out like a frightened rabbit. Shenlong Sanjie saw that Zhao Hongyin ran away in such a daze, and also ran away with Zhao Hongyin in the direction he came.

The old man couldn't help laughing when he saw the three of them so embarrassed.

Murong Yanyun listened to the movement outside in the basket, he was very nervous at first, especially when he heard the sound of Zhao Hongyin drawing his sword, he sighed in his heart, regretting that he hid here and harmed the old man's life. But at this time, he heard the old man's laughter, and he really couldn't think of how the old man escaped death, let alone why the old man laughed. He was ready to fight desperately with Zhao Hongyin and the others, and poked his head out of the basket, but only saw the old man laughing there, where was the shadow of Zhao Hongyin and the others.

"Uncle, are you alright?" Murong Yanyun asked in disbelief.

The old man shook his head, "Hey, I'm old, and I can't die if I want to." ”

"Uncle, were they beaten away by you? The life-saving grace of the seniors is really unforgettable! Murong Yanyun said that he was going to kowtow to the old man to thank him.

The old man hurriedly flashed to the side, supported Murong Yanyun and said, "Little brother, what are you doing, hurry up." ”

Murong Yanyun saw that the old man refused to let him kowtow, so he had to give a deep salute, and then admired again: "The old man's miraculous skills are world-famous, even Zhao Hongyin can run away, he is really invincible in the world!" If it weren't for the juniors who wanted to find their seniors, I really hoped to stay by your side, worship your old man as a teacher, and practice amazing martial arts. ”

"Haha, how can the old man know any martial arts, he is invincible in the world, and the little brother has really won the award." The old man smiled: "However, if the little brother can really stay by the old man's side, the old man will not be lonely, and he can't ask for it." ”

"I also want to ask the old man for more advice, why am I going to Yining. The younger generation once again thanked the old man for his great kindness. Saying that, Murong Yanyun gave another deep salute, turned around and was about to leave.

"Little brother, you see that it's not early, it's better to rest in the old grass house tonight, and it's not too late to leave tomorrow." The old man warmly invited.

Murong Yanyun saw that the sun had set in the west, and said with some embarrassment: "Then I'm troublesome for the old man tonight." The old man smiled, bent down and was about to pick up firewood, but Murong Yanyun carried the firewood first and carried the basket on his back. The old man smiled and nodded, and led Murong Yanyun towards the west of Taoyuan Slope.

Along the way, I saw that the grass and trees on both sides were high and low, and they were scattered and orderly. There is a blue sky above, and turquoise water below. Looking at the ravines from afar, its potential is endless, and the slopes are full of wildflowers up close, and its fragrance is refreshing. The setting sun cloths the grass and trees with gold, and the clouds veil the distant mountains. Everything is as beautiful as a fairyland, so beautiful that people can't believe that the beauty in front of them is actually in the world.

Murong Yanyun was a little stupid, and couldn't help but sigh: "After I take revenge and dominate the world, if I can spend my life here peacefully, I will be content in this life!" ”

The old man smiled when he saw Murong Yanyun, "Little brother, look there, we're coming." The old man pointed to the west side.

Murong Yanyun looked in the direction pointed by the old man, and saw a hut made of thatch faintly under the hillside, and there was a small courtyard in front of the house, and a small waterhole next to it.

The two slowly approached, and Murong Yanyun saw the hut, the small courtyard, and the small waterhole clearly. Although the hut is built of thatch, it is very exquisite, and it does not feel half dilapidated and ruined, but fresh and elegant. The small courtyard is surrounded by a green hedge, and there are three stone piers and a round stone table in the courtyard, and next to the table is a small piece of sandy land, and the ground is very flat, like a small martial arts field. The water in the pool is very clear, and there are often small bubbles of fish in the pool. There is a large field on the south side of the pond, where many vegetables, fruits, and rice are grown. A dreamlike idyllic scene.

Soon, the two entered the thatched hut, and Murong Yanyun put the firewood and basket on the ground. The old man pointed to the wooden bench next to the wooden table and said with a smile: "Little brother, don't be too old, sit down." ”

Murong Yanyun nodded and smiled, "Uncle, you can sit down too", and sat on the wooden bench as she spoke. After Murong Yanyun sat down, he carefully looked at the furnishings in the house, and saw that under the window on the left hand side was a stove, with a pot on the stove and a few bundles of firewood next to the stove. Directly opposite is a rectangular wooden box, I don't know what is inside. To the right of the wooden box is a wooden bookcase full of books of all kinds, with two paintings hanging next to the bookcase, and a hoe, a fishing rod, a sickle and an axe standing in the corner.

"Uncle, your life is very comfortable, and you have taken up all of them, which is really enviable." Murong Yanyun said.

"Haha, little brother, the old man is just chopping firewood and farming, fishing, and reading a few books." The old man shook his head and said: "Little brother, you are still young, young people should make contributions, you should have your own deeds, and when you are old, you can live an old life." ”

"Uncle, the junior forgot to ask your name just now." Only then did Murong Yanyun remember that he and the old man had not exchanged names.

"When I was young, everyone else called me Ah Xie, and my little brother called me Uncle Xie. What's your name? ”

"The younger generation has the surname Murong and is called Murong Yanyun." Murong Yanyun replied.

"Your surname is Murong, I don't know which Murong it is?" The old man asked curiously.

"The ancestor of the younger generation is Murong Hao, and I am the son of Murong Bang." Murong Yanyun said.

"Hahaha...... the old man laughed a few times, "It's a coincidence, then these two paintings must be seen by the little brother." ”

"Uncle Xie, what is this painting?" Murong Yanyun said and looked at the painting on the left. The painting depicts two armies fighting on the ice, one of which is led by a monarch-like man on a white horse, dressed in a yellow robe, and armed with a sword. The other side, under the command of a general on a black horse, with a sword in his left hand, and a blue coat and a tiger's head, was hastily responding. But his men either surrendered or were killed, and they were extremely embarrassed. The wind and snow in the painting are depicted very vividly, and each strong wind looks as sharp as a sword, as if it is fighting with the yellow-robed monarch and his army.

"This is the portrait of your ancestor Murong Hao stepping on the ice to attack Murong Ren in Liaodong." The old man smiled: "Haha, I had a deep friendship with your ancestor Murong Yuan back then, and today you are here again, it seems that the old man and the Murong family are really fateful." ”

Murong Yanyun said: "Murong Yuan is my grandfather. Then he sighed with emotion: "The ancestors were really brave in their feats, and the people of the Murong clan still feel excited about the first battle in the Bohai Sea!" ”

After Murong Yanyun finished sighing, he found that he was the only one left in this Murong clan, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The old man didn't know why Murong Yanyun's originally excited face suddenly had a deep sadness, so he asked, "Little brother, what's wrong, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Murong Yanyun sighed and said, "Don't hide it from my uncle, I am the only one left in my family now." ”

"Is my old friend Murong Yuan gone, and his son Murong Bang and daughter-in-law You Fanglan are also gone?" The old man asked with concern.

"Uncle, it's been many years since my grandfather died, and I haven't even seen his face. My father and mother were gone a few days ago. Murong Yanyun said sadly.

The old man also sighed, "I haven't seen my old friend Murong Yuan for many years, but I didn't expect that a farewell twenty years ago would become an eternal secret!" Then he said, "How did your parents die, I wonder if you can tell my uncle?" ”

Murong Yanyun thought of her parents, and tears welled up in her eyes again, "Uncle, my parents were killed by Murong Pingzhou and Zhao Kuangyin of the Shenlong Sect. ”

"It's really pitiful......," the old man said movingly, he thought to himself, "I knew that Zhao Kuangyin had killed the son of my old friend Murong Yuan, I should have killed that Zhao Hongyin just now to avenge the descendants of my old friend!" ”

Murong Yanyun didn't want to talk to the old man about these sad things anymore, so she looked at another painting. I saw that on the hillside, a young general and his troops were beaten to the point that they lost their armor and were crushed, and the army under the banner of Wei on the slope pursued the victory.

"This is a portrait of another ancestor of your Murong family who was completely wiped out by the Northern Wei army in Shenhepo, and it was also given by your grandfather. He once said that in the future, if I meet someone destined for your Murong family, I will return these two paintings to him, and since you are here, I will return these two paintings to you. As he spoke, he was about to take the painting off.

Murong Yanyun hurriedly said: "Uncle, although this painting is good, it has been here for many years, and it can be regarded as the uncle's collection, and it is not easy for the younger generations to take it away, unless the uncle is a hundred years later, I will take it by then." ”

The old man smiled: "I'm this age, and I still have a few years to live, but it's just a day earlier and a day later, since the little brother refuses to take it away at this time, I will keep it for you for a few more years." ”

The old man made dinner, and the two talked about some strange things from the past and present, but before they knew it, it was the third watch, and the old man planned to let Murong Yanyun sleep on his wooden bed, but Murong Yanyun insisted on refusing, so the old man had to hug a few handfuls of artemisia grass and spread it on the ground, so that Murong Yanyun could sleep on it.

And so the day passed.

The next morning, Murong Yanyun had breakfast and said goodbye to the old man.

The old man said: "Little brother, if you don't find Duan Baolong, come back and spend the days of fishing and farming with me." ”

Murong Yanyun nodded with a smile and walked in the direction of Yining.

Along the way, Murong Yanyun was thinking in his heart about how to get along with Duan Baolong, how to let him teach him martial arts, and how to avenge his parents. But when he arrived in Yining City, what made Murong Yanyun unbelievable was that most people in the city didn't know that there was a person named Duan Baolong, and some old people said that Duan Baolong had been dead for many years. Murong Yanyun was so disappointed that she had to stay in Yining for one night, and returned to the old man's Taoyuan Slope the next day.