Xiao Ming gets up early every day, because Xiao Ming will smell the chickens and start fighting, although he has not been able to find the White Emperor Holy Sword, and he has no money to buy a real sword, but the setting of the super sword master set by Xiao Ming from the soul separator still needs to be accumulated by long-term exercise, that is to say, as long as Xiao Ming throws a few sticks stupidly every day, the improvement in martial arts will exceed others by hundreds of times, probably this is what it means.

Xiao Ming stood in the cold wind with moisture in the early morning, holding the wooden sword he had snatched from a group of bear children in the town. The process of obtaining this wooden sword is very meaningful. It was a scorching afternoon, Xiao Ming had just come to this town, it was very hot that day, and Xiao Ming's clothes were quite shabby, so he stripped naked and jumped into the river around the city to take a bath.

When he was humming a bath song and rubbing his armpits, a group of bear children were peeing on a bridge not far from him. Angry that he chased after him with his bare buttocks, who knew that the thief Jill who ran away from the group of fart children was fast, and quickly got rid of Xiao Ming by taking advantage of the terrain, Xiao Ming only picked up this wooden sword in the end, but when he returned to the river, his clothes were gone, and now think about it, this is a precious wooden sword!

Retracting his flying thoughts, Xiao Ming closed his eyes, and the wind in his ears was still whistling. Although he closed his eyes, the environmental changes brought by the wind were still clearly heard in Xiao Ming's ears, and suddenly, a leaf floated past Xiao Ming's face! Then a whole gust of wind passed!

Xiao Ming's face was covered with leaves, and the leaves were stained with the morning dewdrops, crackling and sticking to Xiao Ming's face, and Xiao Ming had to give up today's practice. Trembling, he hid in the ruined temple.

"Oh mom, why is it so cold today."

"Sword! Ten years is like a day, although I have never touched iron! It's still a sword! Ming'er plays with the sword! Just like in the spring breeze! Brother Ming's good sword! ”

"Where, where, it's still a lonely brother's song so wet!"

The two of them praised each other, and looked at last night, if there was any food left, Xiao Ming shook his head helplessly.

"Brother Lonely, I see that there is not much rice in this rice bag, and we can't go to the street together today to beg for food. Wouldn't it be nice for me to go to the field to gather some rice, while the lonely brother went to the city to eat some food. ”

"Seconds~ seconds, Brother Ming's words are in my mind, why don't you start here?"

The two of them packed up their own things, and after tidying up, the lonely cheap knew that Xiao Ming was fond of reading, so he trembled from a corner of the ruined temple, and turned out a novel with yellowed pages, although it was dilapidated, but the paper used in the novel, and the cover with gold edges, as well as the title of the book "The Last First Man" that flashed with golden light, all showed that this book was very precious to the lonely cheap.

"Brother Ming. This last first person is a book that I have treasured for many years, although I don't know who the author is, but its exquisite writing and endless story content have always made me deeply unable to extricate myself. ”

Xiao Ming looked at this favorite book in surprise, this is the book he has been chasing before he crosses, and there is already a complete book here! Xiao Ming, who was excited and didn't know how to speak, simply gave a hug to the lonely cheap.

"Brother Lonely, what kind of grain are you picking up today! Lao Tzu will go to the mountains to hunt a wild boar for you! ”

After speaking, Xiao Ming carefully hid the book with golden light in the rice bag into the Buddha statue, then picked up his wooden sword and walked out, and then the lonely and cheap also took a small stick, took a broken bowl, wiped some pot ash on his face, and walked to the town.

Xiao Ming felt really good today, and sure enough, not long after going up the mountain, he was going to look for a wild boar for a long time, so he stood in front of him stunned, and it didn't take much work, Xiao Ming caught the wild boar, brought it back to the broken temple, skinned and disemboweled, and did a lot of work, in addition to marinating the big pig's head to eat today into pig's head meat, he also took out half of the meat, and went to a villager named Zhuge next door to have rice and a lot of salt.

It's also strange to say, the villager named Zhuge has been knocked on the door for three days, and it is silver, brocade, and the door that is not seen to let his little baby go to open it, and finally the three big men brought two little girls who are like flowers and jade, and the villager opened the door with a red face, of course, this is after Xiao Ming exchanged for oil and salt.

After doing this, Xiao Ming used up all the rice in the rice bag and cooked a pot of real rice. After washing his hands, he opened the last first person in the book, found the chapter that he hadn't finished reading, and tasted it carefully, Xiao Ming, who was immersed in the book, just didn't know the time, the fire went out, the rice was cooked, and the sky was so dark that he couldn't read the words in the book clearly, Xiao Ming came back to his senses:

"It's really a good book, what's the situation today, why hasn't Brother Lonely come back?"

It was already late, but the lonely cheap who should have come back as usual has not come back yet, Xiao Ming looked at the moonlight, and his stomach was almost hungry, anyway, there was no way to wait, so he ate the meat, left a lonely share, and fell asleep by the light of the bonfire.

However, when Xiao Ming was asleep, a major event happened that changed his fate, and the story of a generation of Sword Emperors was born from this cold night!!