Chapter Twenty-Three: The Wind and the Dust

"Grandpa praised it falsely. It's not a secret, the kid is just a child of an ordinary family, his parents are both teachers, and he doesn't know why, so he appeared here inexplicably.

I only remember that I fell from the sky and seemed to see someone fighting on the surface of the lake, I fell into the lake and woke up to the house of Snow Eagle. Otherwise, I wouldn't have mistaken it for a dream yesterday. Ling Xingchen's smile retracted, and was replaced by bitterness and melancholy, making a contemplative state. I sighed in my heart, when will I be able to go back?

He originally wanted to tell the truth, but first, he was afraid that the old man would not understand those things of the crossing, and it would be bad if he was a monster and an alien. Second, they are afraid of attracting the attention of other forces and causing unnecessary trouble.

"Oh, it's a birthday!It seems that everything is providential, haha, God bless my crescent village, God bless my crescent village!"

However, what he said made Ling Xingchen stunned, could it be that if his family's background was strong, it meant that the sky was ruthless to his village? However, with his cleverness, how could he not know that the village chief did not mean this!

But this thief is ruthless, otherwise how would he have crossed into this world?

Seeing a faint melancholy lingering in his clear eyes, the village chief was overjoyed, indicating that he could stay longer. said sincerely: "If you don't dislike it, in the future, this will be your home, if you need the old man's help, just say it."

But the old man has to say more, try not to expose what shouldn't be exposed, you also know the outside world, just in case. ”

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The old man and the young chatted very speculatively, and the village chief told Ling Xingchen that Ling'er's parents were the best and most heroic hunters and warriors of that generation in the village.

When Ling'er was half a year old, when he went up the mountain to hunt with the Murakami hunting team, he encountered a cracked bull, and it was at the critical juncture when the beast broke through to the initial level of the demon master, the young man was full of enthusiasm, who doesn't want to be a warrior and a hero?

So I decided to take the opportunity to destroy it, and prepared to use demon blood to build a foundation for the school-age children in the village, and the meat of the demon master realm is even more nutritious and pure, whether it is sold or eaten by the children, it is very good.

However, the beast's strength far exceeded their expectations, and as the strongest and bravest warriors in the village, the couple were stabbed into a sieve by the horns of the bull in order to cover the escape, and finally even the corpse was trampled into pulp.

When the villagers went to look for it, the corpse had long since disappeared from the mouth of the beast, and only blood-stained rags and turquoise were found in the mountains, and their swords had been broken into several knots. The village chief was white-headed overnight!

With a light sigh, the sadness in the deep eyes of the village chief dissipated little by little, replaced by the light of hope. He said that it is different now, there are two martial arts in the village, and there is also a genius master, and he believes that more brave hunters and warriors will be born in the future, leading the Crescent Village to prosperity.

Now he sees hope in Jinhu and Ling'er. And Ling Xingchen is the light that guides them forward.

In the end, the village chief beckoned the golden tiger and them in, and asked the golden tiger and the silver wolf to lead people to clean the warrior square, and the fire fox informed the elders in the village who were usually responsible for preparing the sacrifice and celebration to prepare according to the most solemn celebration ceremony. The others immediately informed the villagers that they would hold a bonfire party in the grass behind the mountain tonight to welcome Ling Xingchen's arrival.

Originally, it was planned that Ling Xingchen's mood would stabilize before the welcome ceremony would be held, but now the welcome party was held together with the celebration of the existence of Teacher Wu Xiu in Crescent Village.

In addition, tomorrow morning, gather in the square to worship ancestors and participate in the apprenticeship ceremony.

Ling Xingchen swallowed back the words of refusal, the village chief is so sincere, and the villagers are so enthusiastic, then follow the customs of the villagers, and the guests follow the host, and it is hypocritical to refuse again.

As the saying goes, a slut is hypocrisy! He likes swords, but he doesn't want to be a slut.

Moreover, if you want to return to Earth, you must first live, be familiar with everything in this world, and then find a way to go back.

It is not enough for him alone.

When Ling Xingchen came out of the village chief's house, the sun had already deviated due south, and the children had not left, waiting for him to come out, which made him feel warm, and he was a little uncomfortable.

As when he came, Ling Xingchen was surrounded by children, and after sending them home one by one, he walked towards Xueying's house.

At the turn of spring and summer, the afternoon sun is warm and warm, accompanied by wisps of breeze.

The village chief called a few old men with white beards and walked towards the back mountain, all the way serious. In the end, it was decided to tell the villagers that these few days may be the blessing of the ancestors, the blessings of the ancestors, the empowerment of spiritual energy, and the suppression of evil demons from all directions.

Ling Xingchen shuttled in the sun, the faint sorrow between his eyebrows could not be dispersed, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and it was still difficult to accept this reality.

I never thought about it, but I woke up from a dream and changed things.

When he was fifteen years old, he met a group of enthusiastic, simple, and kind people, and became a qi martial artist. actually improved his martial arts skills, created his own footwork, and incorporated a group of cheap younger brothers, and even became a master!

Tut-tut, I didn't expect so many things to happen in one day. But how do you find your way home, and when will you get back to Earth?

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the door of Snow Eagle's house, the door was closed, and he didn't think much about it, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door.

"Squeak" The door was pushed open, and Ling Xingchen saw that Xue Ying was sitting at the table, wiping his sword, and Xue Ying also looked over, and the two looked at each other.

"Brother Xingchen is back, come and sit, I'll pour you tea. Seeing that it was Ling Xingchen, a happy flower suddenly bloomed on his pretty face, put the sword and cloth in his hand on the table, forgot about the injury to his foot, and got up to pour water for him.

But as soon as he took a step, a tingling pain came from his injured toe and he couldn't help but gasp: "Shhhh ”

"Are you okay?" Seeing this, Ling Xingchen immediately rushed in and grabbed Xue Ying's arm: "How about it, okay, sit down, I'll come by myself if you want to drink water, you are a wounded now, you don't have to do anything, just take care of it." ”

"I'm fine, Brother Xingchen. Xue Ying looked at Ling Xingchen in a hurry, and she didn't feel like she had eaten honey, sweet.

This feeling is weird, reluctant, scared and expectant.

Feeling the power coming from the palm of his hand, as if he was there, there was no need to worry about the sky falling, and a sense of security arose. Ling Xingchen's handsome face appeared in his mind, Xue Ying's heart beat faster, and the white lotus on his face immediately changed color into Shandandan Blossoming Red and Yanyan, and he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

"Sit down. Ling Xingchen helped her sit down, looked at Xue Ying's red face, a little embarrassed, hurriedly pulled out his hands, and quickly changed the topic: "Xue Ying, these two swords are good, they seem to be a pair, right?"

There were two steel long swords on the table, one with a red scabbard and the other with a dark blue.

Look at a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon!

As a qualified warrior, you can judge the type of attack and the characteristics of the martial arts that the user is good at through the shape of the weapon, and you can judge whether it is a sharp weapon or a blunt weapon through the sound of the weapon, and the rhythm of the sound can judge the strength and speed of both sides. Not to mention an excellent martial artist like Ling Xingchen!

Seeing the sword and listening to the sword is the basic skill of a martial artist!

He immediately judged that the sword in the dark blue scabbard was three feet long and one inch two wide, and the hilt gauntlet was rough and magnificent, which belonged to a man. The sword in the jujube scabbard is two feet five long and eight minutes wide, and the hilt gauntlet is delicate and delicate, which is a lady's sword.

The two swords have the same material, simple shape, and the same casting process, so they should be made by the same swordsmith.

"Yes, Brother Xingchen is so smart, this is the sword that my mother and father used to use. The Snow Eagle long sword was sheathed, pointing at the two swords respectively, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Ling Xingchen and said: "This long sword belongs to my father, the name is Linfeng, and this short sword is my mother's, calling the dust." ”

"Linfeng, shocking dust, good name! Yushu Linfeng, smiling and shocking, perfect match, wonderful. Ling Xingchen withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked at Xue Ying and continued: "Presumably, my uncle must be handsome and chic, the jade tree is in the wind, and my aunt must be a beautiful and virtuous woman, and she smiled and was shocked. ”

"Brother Xingchen, how do you know?" Xue Yingqiao's face was full of surprise as she looked at Ling Xingchen.

"Guessed from the names of the two swords. Ling Xingchen smiled slightly.

If it weren't for the fact that Snow Eagle was also a beautiful embryo and had passed on excellent genes, he really wouldn't dare to draw this conclusion.

"My father was the most handsome and valiant warrior in the village, and he was the most skilled in martial arts. My mother is the most beautiful woman in the village, and she is also the most heroic female swordsman, and their Liuyun sword skills are perfect...... As the saying goes, Beauty and Sword are all heroes to match, but neither of them can accompany each other to the end. The pride on Xue Yingqiao's face gradually receded, replaced by a faint sadness, remembrance, and longing.

After listening to Xue Ying's explanation, Ling Xingchen realized that there was a tradition in the village, the weapons of the most heroic hunters were called brave soldiers, and only the next generation became the best hunters in the village and obtained the whole village to inherit the brave soldiers.

Snow Eagle's parents were the soul of their generation. The swords of the two became the swords of the brave in the village. At the age of fifteen, that is, a thousand years, Snow Eagle hunted a low-level demon in the realm of demon soldiers alone to be qualified to inherit her mother's Dust Sword.

And this Linfeng Sword has been waiting for his brave master.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it. ”

"Brother Xingchen, it's all over. My mother used to say that people should look forward. Xue Ying smiled, stood up on the table, and continued to Ling Xingchen with the Linfeng Sword in both hands: "Brother Xingchen, you are going to be the martial arts master in the village, don't you have a weapon yet, the Linfeng Sword will be given to my brother." There are no magic weapons in the village, and my brother will use them first. ”

"Thank you, Snow Eagle, it's raining in time. Ling Xingchen gratefully took the Linfeng sword, "poof", the sword was already unsheathed in his right hand, he looked at it carefully, his left hand caressed the smooth sword body, and there was a trace of coolness from his fingertips.

He felt that the casting process was already very good, and he was very satisfied: "Good sword!"

As a swordsman, he just needs a sword.

"Brother Xingchen, in the future, Snow Eagle will definitely send you a good sword in the future. Xue Ying looked at Ling Xingchen holding the Linfeng Sword and couldn't put it down, Bei Yan bit his red lip, a little shy, but he also mustered up his courage, as if he had made a lot of determination, his eyes were firm, and he looked at Ling Xingchen.

She didn't know if she had made this decision because of gratitude or other reasons.

"No, no, the Linfeng Sword is my uncle's sword, and it should be kept well, even if I borrowed it, I will return it to you when I have a sword in the future." "Ling Xingchen is a martial idiot, the sword is his most capable and favorite weapon, and at the same time, the sword is also his most loyal partner.

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