Sunset sea of clouds, approaching dusk.

The sun dyed the remnant clouds at the end of the west a golden yellow, dazzling.

Many people in the Immortal City, Kunlun Wancheng, and above the attic are curious about the origin of Jian Wuji.

Jian Wuji walked step by step, and the legendary Kunlun coercion with the power of ten thousand jun made him feel a little uncomfortable, but it was only uncomfortable.

Jian Wuji's footsteps on the mountain suddenly stopped, he turned his head to look west, looking at the afterglow of dusk, he remembered that dusk eight years ago, it was also an evening, and he was only about ten years old that year.

This was the fourth year he had lived alone since his village had been slaughtered by the barbarians.

In the past four years, he was just a child, he only dared to sleep on a tree when he slept, and he never dared to sleep to death, for fear that once he slept to death, he would really not be able to open his eyes.

It was a dusk like today, and Jian Wuji, who had grown into a teenager, was very happy, because he had been hungry for three days and caught a snake, but it was a poisonous snake, but the boy didn't know that this snake was poisonous, and the young man who was already extremely hungry couldn't care so much, so he skinned and ate this poisonous snake raw without saying a word.

Then it didn't take long for him to feel dizzy, his lips purple, his head feeling dizzy, and his internal organs were very nauseous, which was a feeling that he would die at any moment, and then the child realized that he had eaten the wrong thing.

He suddenly missed his dark-skinned father, he felt lonely, and he didn't want to live alone in the jungle of southern Xinjiang, but......

He wants revenge, he wants to live.

He didn't know what herbs could detoxify, and the only cure he knew was bloodletting.

Southern Xinjiang is barren in materials and lacks herbal medicines, so whether it is suffering from cold, headache, body heat, or poisoning, the only cure is bloodletting.

He vaguely remembered that there was an old man in the village who was seriously ill in the past, and it stands to reason that the old man's body and bones should not be able to resist it, but the bloodletting therapy known to everyone in southern Xinjiang saved the old man's life.

The boy crawled to the brook in the jungle, took out the rusty iron sword, which had been sharpened countless times, cut a cut in his wrist, and looked at the blood that flowed out, and put his hand in the stream.

The reason why he wants to put his hand in the stream is not because he loves to be clean, but in this jungle, there are some beasts that are very sensitive to the smell of blood, and if the smell is not eliminated, the bloody gas will attract wild beasts at that time, and according to the child's current physical state, there is only a dead end.

I don't know if it's because of the toxicity or the loss of too much qi and blood, although the child tried hard to open his eyes and not let himself fall asleep, but unconsciously, the child still closed his eyes.

Or, it is the life that should not be extinguished, or perhaps, it is the life of the child, and even God is unwilling to accept it.

I don't know how long it took, but the child woke up violently, his purple lips turned white, his head was still dizzy, and his limbs were weak.

He opened his blurred eyes, looked at the remnant sun like blood, and felt a little homesick again.

He took two steps forward, soaking most of his body in the stream, forcibly letting the icy water wet his body to stay awake.

At last, the damned dreadiness was lessened a little, and the boy got up with difficulty, pinning the rusty iron sword that he regarded as a treasure to his back, and he felt that with his present strength it would be difficult to sleep in a tree again tonight, so he dragged his tired body to the simple hole he had dug to shelter from the rain.

The distance between the small hole and here was not very far, and according to his previous foot strength, it only took the time of a cup of tea, but now the young man with weak limbs walked for half an hour before he approached the hole he had dug.

It was a bleak late autumn evening, and the wet clothes on the boy's body were still the same clothes he had worn four years ago, but now he was ten years old, and his limbs had grown a lot longer than when he was six, so the clothes did not cover his body, and the appearance of exposing his limbs looked very funny.

Although the clothes were not warm, and although it was the end of autumn, the child was already sweating profusely after walking for half an hour, and he forcibly dragged his body, which might fall down at any time, and slowly approached the hole he had dug.

As soon as he walked near the small cave, he saw an old man sitting cross-legged next to the entrance of the cave, the old man was dressed in a sackcloth and a long shirt, and his figure was extremely burly, although the old man was just sitting cross-legged, but he was also a head taller than the child, the old man had white hair, long hair reaching the ground, and snow-white eyebrows, which were slightly drifting by the breeze.

The young man stopped with some vigilance, looking at the sackcloth robe that the old man was wearing, and the young man's eyes showed envy, because he felt that the clothes must be very warm.

Looking at the figure of the old man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, the young man did not hesitate, took out the embroidered sword that had been sharpened countless times from his back, and slowly approached the old man, his steps were very light, without making a sound, this was a skill he learned when hunting, quietly approaching the prey, and then killing with one blow.

Aggression is like fire, immobile like a mountain.

He was about a dozen paces away from the old man.

He didn't consider the consequences of the failure of the sneak attack on the old man, because he knew that the worst outcome would only be death, but if he succeeded, then he would be able to live a little warmer in the coming winter.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, and the law of the jungle are the only reasons for this jungle to meet him.

Ten steps.

The distance is getting closer.

Five steps.

A thin line.

Two steps.

The young man suddenly exerted his strength, and his already exhausted body burst out with an inexplicable potential, and the embroidered sword stabbed at the old man's neck with a bang, like a tiger attacking, and the edge was exposed.

The young man didn't see the old man's movements, and the embroidered sword made the old man's two fingers clamp tightly, and the old man still closed his eyes and was silent.

The young man gritted his teeth and pulled hard, the old man's fingers were as steady as a rock, and the embroidered sword that was clamped still did not move.

Because of his proximity to the old man, the young man saw the old man's appearance clearly, it was an ordinary and ordinary face, which did not look brilliant, and it was inconspicuous in the crowd, except for the red diamond-shaped mark at the center of the eyebrows, it could even be said to be unremarkable.

The old man opened his eyes and squinted slightly at the young man, and a faint golden light was inadvertently revealed between the opening and closing of his eyes.

It was a pair of indifferent eyes.

The young man's back was cold, and he felt a murderous aura.

He knew he was going to die, but he still didn't want to let go of the hilt of his sword and chose to flee.

After handing out the sword again, the exhausted young man shook his body, and then passed out completely.

But......

But the boy's hand still held the hilt of the sword.

The body of the sword was clamped by the old man's two fingers, the young man fainted, and he was paralyzed on the ground, but his left hand was still holding the hilt of the sword, and his left body was half hanging in the air, and the picture was extremely weird.

The old man was a little surprised.

He practiced sword practice for many, many years, so long that the old man himself couldn't remember clearly, but it was the first time he had met such a resolute person, if he put this will on the body of a sword cultivator, it could be evaluated as: "The sword heart is resolute".

Thinking of the four words of Kenshin's resolute decision, the old man remembered a poem - "A strong man is resolute, and he sees a stone crack in the fire." Killing people without looking back, suicide is like a temporary farewell. ”

The old man whispered softly: "If you kill someone, you won't look back, and if you kill yourself, it's like a temporary farewell." ”

This scene, this poem, this person, is exactly what it means.

However, what shocked the old man was not the young man's resolute temperament, but the cold murderous intent that the old man felt at the moment when the young man took out his sword.

As the only remaining Great Sword Sect in the Han Kingdom, the old man certainly knew what that coldness was.

Sword Intent!

This young man should have not cultivated the sword technique, and he can possess sword intent at the age of less than ten years, how terrifying is this.

A young man who is less than ten years old has sword intent, and the old man doesn't believe it or not, and it's not that he can't accept it, but what really makes the old man unbelievable is another thing; with the cultivation that the old man can call "Tongtian", he actually let a young man touch two steps behind him, and he hasn't noticed it at all, if it weren't for the killing intent that broke out at the moment when the young man took out the sword, the old man might not have been able to react.

"Freaks. ”

The old man accepted three apprentices in his life, the eldest apprentice died after a few years of cultivation, the second apprentice was talented, he thought he could inherit his mantle, but he didn't expect to die in the catastrophe, and the third was the old man's own disciple, but finally died ten years ago, the battle of Saibei outside the Great Wall.

After the third apprentice who had devoted his best efforts died in battle, the old man was disheartened, so he left the sect and traveled all over the world, thinking that he would end his life in a mess.

The emperor lived up to his wishes! He actually let himself meet this young man who was "resolute in his sword heart" and looked like a "freak", and the old man's mind that had been silent for ten years became active again.

So, one night of autumn rain, the burly, ordinary-looking old man sent a trace of spiritual power into the child's body to help the boy remove the residual toxins.

The young man's consciousness slowly woke up, he opened his tired eyes, and then sat down on the ground tiredly, raised his head, and looked at the old man calmly.

The old man's voice was vicissitudes and he asked, "What's your name?" ”。

The boy shook his head and replied, "Forgotten." ”

"What about your parents?"

The young man spoke, his voice flat: "All dead." ”

"It was the old man who saved you, according to the saying of you people in southern Xinjiang who "knot grass and tie the ring", I am kind to you. ”

One method and one technique level business, and the volley sword is infinite.

"The old man's name is Kun Jun, he is the pavilion master of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect's Lingkong Pavilion, from today onwards, you will be called 'Jian Wuji'; ”

"Eight years from now, I hope to see you in the Nine Heavens Sword Sect's Sky Pavilion. ”

The boy nodded.

From this day on, the boy had a new name, called "Jian Wuji", and it was also from this day that the boy had a new goal, to repay the old man in front of him and become his personal apprentice.

Jian Wuji retracted his complicated thoughts and continued to climb the mountain.

The former tells the story of an official who married his father's concubine separately and prevented her from being buried, and the father of the concubine's deceased concubine in order to repay his daughter's kindness, tangled the weeds on the ground into a mess, tripping over the benefactor's opponent, and let the benefactor win; the latter tells the story of a child who saved the life of a trapped yellow finch, and the yellow finch brought four white rings, claiming that this ring could keep the benefactor's children white and in a high position for generations; later generations combined the two allusions into one sentence, which is a metaphor for receiving favors from others, and will be rewarded with great rewards, and life and death will not swerving; that is"Tie Ring Grass".

Jian Wuji doesn't know much about the truth, and the "Tiering Grass" is the only truth that his black-skinned father taught him, and it is also a story that has been passed down from generation to generation by the people of Southern Xinjiang.

The grace of saving lives, the link is knotted.

Jian Wuji secretly swore, "Even if this Kunlun Wanren is a sword mountain and a sea of fire, I must go to the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, I must go to the Lingkong Pavilion, and I must worship you as a teacher." ”