Rain cats and dogs.

The sky is dark, the climate is cold, and the rain is pouring down on the outskirts of the city.

It rained heavily for a long time, and the entire mountain villa was quiet, and no one seemed to live there.

In one of the rooms of the lodge, there is a nondescript cellar under the originally ornately decorated floor.

Suddenly, the lid of the cellar moved.

Suddenly, and again, and then, the lid of the cellar slowly lifted a crack.

A boy of fourteen or fifteen peeked out of the crack and looked out through the half-open cellar door.

He saw a harsh red.

The red of the dyeing house, the splash of bright red, the dark red mixed with the unknown pieces, and the brick red mixed with the soil, together formed a living hell and appeared in front of him.

The boy shrank in fright, and the cellar door closed again, and he rolled back into the corner of the cellar.

Outside, the thick smell of blood still wafted into the cellar.

Then, another day passed.

The contents of the cellar had long since been eaten, and the rain had not stopped, and he was very thirsty, so he drank the rain that flowed from the entrance of the cellar.

There was a strange smell of rust in the rain, and there was even a stench.

Drinking and drinking, the teenager retched.

If he stays here, he's going to die.

The boy thought.

So, he plucked up his courage and tentatively lifted the cellar again, grabbed the edge of the cellar with his hand, jumped hard, and climbed up with great difficulty.

He has some shallow internal strength, which was taught to him by his parents.

Back then, he was still the eldest young master in the village, with an arrogant temper, his parents asked him to practice martial arts, but he refused to practice well, always saying that the village was full of masters, and it was okay to let others take action, so why bother him himself?

Now, the boy only hates that he didn't work hard back then.

If he had practiced martial arts well, perhaps at least he would not have been so powerless.

On that day, his father led people to meet the enemy who had come to destroy Zhuangzi, but his mother only had time to push him into the cellar, told him not to come out unless he had to, and then disguised the entrance and left.

Then the boy obeyed his mother's instructions and hid in the cellar, listening to the noise outside, but not daring to make a sound.

He knew what was going on outside.

Remorse and pain intertwined repeatedly in his heart.

It wasn't until there was no movement, and after another four days, that he couldn't stay any longer, that he dared to leave the cellar.

Finally standing up straight, the boy breathed heavily and looked at the scene in front of him.

The room was littered with stumps and blood, and those who had spoken to him alive were now piled up on the ground in inhuman form.

Fighting back his fear, he walked out of the house.

To get out of here and go to a distant place, he wants to live, live!

It's a pity that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes.

The blade reflected the raindrops and appeared in front of him.

The bright blade was right in front of him.

"Where are you going?"

A playful voice came from behind him, and it felt familiar to him.

It was the same voice that had killed his mother, his father, and many others in the village.

He turned his head slowly.

It was a long, slender man, with unkempt hair, and his body was dirty and covered in blood, but there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What kind of rat is it? It turns out that it is the remnants of Green Plum Villa. Haha, I came back to find some money to spend, but I didn't expect to be caught by me. ”

The blade roamed the boy's neck and limbs.

"Let me think about it, is it more convenient to cut off your head and take it to receive the reward, or is it more convenient to cut off half of your arms and legs first to prevent you from escaping, and then take you to receive the reward?

Hearing this, the boy's eyes were full of despair.

The lanky man was just playing with a knife on him, seemingly enjoying the process.

Suddenly, the young man let out an angry roar and threw himself at the slender man who was close at hand, and he suddenly reached out and held a sharp dagger in the palm of his hand!

Seeing that the dagger was about to plunge into the chamber of the slender man, he suddenly laughed evilly.

"Innocent!"

The man pumped and returned the knife, with incredible speed, and slashed at the dagger. When the blade touched the dagger, the boy's wrist was struck like lightning. As if to show off his skills, the man slashed at the blade of the dagger, and the dagger was bounced away by his knife and flew away.

He didn't want to kill the only boy left right away, but instead coiled around him like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Come on, let's have more fun."

The slender man slashed the boy's neck with a knife, and the sharp blade cut through the skin of the neck, and blood flowed down the knife.

"So unruly, let's play a game where you run faster, or my knife cuts your head faster, okay?"

As soon as the knife was loosened, the boy pulled his legs and ran.

The ground receded rapidly at the boy's feet, the uneven surface bouncing his body up and down.

However, no matter how fast he ran, a cold blade clung to the back of his neck and cut in, allowing the tingling to stay with him.

How high that slender man's martial arts skills were, and how strong his ability to control weapons!

Just when the boy was out of breath and really couldn't run anymore, he already felt that the wound on his back was getting more and more painful, and the knife seemed to be about to cut off his neck.

A terrible laugh sounded in the back of his head.

"Looks like this game ......"

The boy stumbled, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The voice whispered behind him:

"You, lose!"

Dead? Dead? The boy thought bitterly in his heart. Father and Mother, I have come to join you.

It was at this moment that a sudden change occurred.

In the sky, a flash of lightning suddenly streaked.

A silent, slender bolt of lightning.

No, that's not lightning!

It was a boundless rain curtain, in mid-air, an incomparably dazzling light!

Where the light shines, in the back!

The boy turned and looked back at where the light had appeared.

The scene that caught his eyes at that time eventually became a miracle that he could never forget.

A brilliant sword light swept through the heavy rain, whether it was the slender man just now, or the originally continuous rain curtain, it was cut in half by this sword light!

Is it a miracle, or is it a dream?

He couldn't believe it, and stared at the place where it was divided, until the man, who split in half, flew out in two different directions and fell to the ground.

Looking at the motionless wreckage on the ground, he believed that this was reality, not a dream.

The young man looked up and saw that where the sword light disappeared, there was a girl in a bright yellow embroidered dress, and on her skirt, there was an embroidered red carp swimming lively, lifelike.

The girl was armed with two swords, and although she stood in the rain, there was not a trace of wetness on her clothes.

Under the dim sky, she was as bright as the sun, emitting a scorching light, reflecting the young man's vision brightly.

The girl in the yellow dress raised the sword in front of her, the sword had just slashed someone, but it was still smooth and bright, like a pool of autumn water, without any bloodstains.

"Wow, you're a sword immortal! I decided to make you a beautiful girl of the Sword Fairy! A lively voice came from not far away.

Running with the voice was another woman with a lotus leaf umbrella.