In summer, cicadas chirp.

In the early morning of the southern town, the bluestone pavement is washed fresh by the rain after a long night of wind and rain that cools the hot summer air. It's still early, and most of the residents are planning to have a "return to sleep" on this coolness, and only a few shops who are eager to make a living open in advance, clean up, and prepare for the day's trading.

In the most prosperous area of Chengguan in the town, there is a relatively large mansion that is particularly eye-catching.

Compared with other ordinary houses with black tile mud walls and long wooden planks made of doors, the house can only be described as luxurious. The glazed roof, the red lacquered beams and columns, the heavy mahogany door is inlaid with two large bronze beast heads painted with gold paint, and there are two large stone lions standing outside the gate. Such a rich mansion lives Yuan Zhongchen's family.

Yuan Zhongchen was originally the boss of the Yuan family's dart bureau with a head and a face in the rivers and lakes, and his only son was called Yuan Qingsong. Boss Yuan neglected to discipline his son because of his perennial hard work, coupled with the excessive doting of his grandmother and mother, the unfilial son didn't know any martial arts at all, and he also caused trouble everywhere. Boss Yuan is old, and the dart game is not passed down from the rule passed down by the grandfather, and there is no heir Boss Yuan feels melancholy, but what can he do, so he has to wash his hands and move his family from the imperial city to this town to live a business life.

The town is not as prosperous as the imperial city, Yuan Qingsong is really bored to follow a group of thugs to steal chickens and touch dogs in the west, and go to other people's fields to steal watermelons and eat them, until one day they go out with the gangsters, and one of the thugs pees into other people's wells, causing several people to be beaten by Wang Laohan in the east.

This beating completely changed the fate of Yuan Qingsong, he was the eldest young master of the Yuan family, and he was beaten all over the street by an old man, which was too shameful. So he was determined to practice martial arts and seek revenge on Wang Laohan.

So he chose to run away from home to learn the art of apprenticeship, and went to learn kung fu from the legendary purple-clothed sword god.

Before going out, Yuan Qingsong asked a group of family members to inquire about the whereabouts of the purple-clothed sword god, and the family members looked at each other, they had never heard of such a character as the purple-clothed sword god when they followed Yuan Boss to the north and south, thinking that the young master was joking, so he made up a story to perfunctory him twice, saying that he would be able to find the mountain peak in the north.

I didn't expect the wayward young master who was used to eating in brocade clothes and jade really set off. He stole a good horse from his family and traveled all the way north, until he reached a mountain, and saw a man meditating in a thatched hut, dressed in purple, with his eyes closed and his hair tied up, looking noble, but unfortunately he could not recognize his true face with a mask.

In this way, who is this the purple-clothed sword god? The hot-blooded man who was eager to worship the master rushed forward to recognize the master without saying a word, and the purple-clothed man looked funny, and accepted this apprentice without shirking.

Yuan Qing and Song went up to the mountain for a month, mainly chopping wood, carrying water, and cooking. How can he cook, the pampered young master, it is good to be able to cook and not poison, the master frowns every time he eats, and then goes back to the room to meditate after a few bites. There is basically no gossip communication between the two.

Yuan Qingsong thought to himself that maybe the master was used to being at the peak of the martial arts alone, and he disdained to communicate with ordinary people. The master naturally didn't dare to disturb when he meditated, and he obediently stayed in front of the house in a daze every day.

On this day, he continued to be in a daze in front of the house, and was tapped on the shoulder, and when he looked back, it turned out to be the master. He took the initiative to come over and said that he wanted to teach Yuan Qing and Song kung fu. Yuan Qingsong hurriedly took out the sword he was wearing and handed it to the master, but the master didn't take it, but took out a flying nail out of nowhere. I only heard the sound of "swish" twice, the flying nails were like rain, and they shot at the target quickly and ruthlessly, and suddenly the head of the puppet was shot into a hedgehog, and then, holding on to the index finger and middle finger, a stone that had been prepared in the palm of the hand shot out with the true qi, and there was a muffled sound, and a big tree outside the foot was shot out of the big hole of the stone.

With such a sneaky secret weapon, Yuan Qingsong's eyes widened, he couldn't see the way at all, and he secretly admired it in his heart. So Yuan Qingsong learned a lot of such yin loss kung fu, but there was no sword style.

At the beginning, Yuan Qingsong still had some doubts in his heart, the dignified sword god did not use the sword, but it was all a secret weapon. Fortunately, these martial arts moves are fatal, and he feels that he has gained a lot from learning.

Even if this study is more than half a year, Yuan Qingsong was born smart and has a good physique, and soon mastered the martial arts taught by his master. Until one day the master suddenly disappeared, leaving a message:

The apprentice learned well and traveled all over the world for his teacher.

In just fourteen words, he didn't say goodbye and didn't make Yuan Qingsong angry, he crumpled the letter to a pulp, and secretly scolded thousands of times in his heart to no avail, and the sword god's swordsmanship had to go home without learning.

When he returned home, Yuan Qingsong was naturally beaten by his father. After the fight, the father received a letter and hurriedly packed his luggage and went out, and before leaving, he told his son to be obedient at home and not to cause trouble.

On this day, outside the window of heavy rain in the early morning, there are frogs singing one after another in the lotus pond, Yuan Qingsong at this moment is irritable, he has been going down the mountain for more than a month, and the idea of going to Dongtou to find Wang Laohan for revenge has been circling in his heart, although Wang Laohan is a cropper, but from his actions can catch traces of martial arts, to fight or not to fight, whether there is a chance of winning, Yuan Qingsong has no bottom in his heart, after all, he has only studied for a few months.

"Damn the purple-clothed sword god!" Yuan Qingsong began to curse his master again, sad that he didn't even know what the master's surname was, this master worshiped well。。。。。。

After thinking about it carefully, Yuan Qingsong went out in a night suit. He decided to take the old man by surprise and take advantage of the old man's unpreparedness to attack head-on, so as to improve his chances of victory.

Luck was concentrating, and the eaves walked up the wall, and in a moment they were in front of the cabin. Yuan Qingsong hid on an old tree a few feet away and looked at the wooden house, only to see a few chicks in front of the door looking for food, and a big yellow dog napping, but Wang Laohan was missing. He jumped off the tree with ease, sneaked around the house and found no one, then returned to the tree to continue watching.

After a stick of incense, the sun finally came up, the sun was scorching, the temperature was sultry, and a set of Yuan Qing and Song clothes in black were soaked. There was no movement in front of the house, and he tried to move into the shade of the dense foliage, trying to reduce his exposure to the sun.

In the depths of his heart, he stubbornly wanted to avenge the humiliation before it could be counted! Another half-pillar of incense time passed, Yuan Qingsong suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, a chill surged up from the soles of his feet, and he didn't feel the heat anymore, but slowly and slowly he felt that his legs were not strong, his eyes were dark, and he fell sharply from the tree and did not wake up.

He had a dream, dreaming that a purple-clothed master came to see him like an immortal, bringing a peerless martial arts cheat, and just when the master was about to hand over the cheats to him, a splash of cold water woke him up. Yuan Qingsong wiped his face with his hand, opened his eyes and found himself sitting under the old tree, Wang Laohan held a wooden barrel and said angrily: "Is the stinky boy looking for smoke again? The old man has already seen you sneakily squatting on the tree, it is strange that you don't suffer from heat stroke on such a hot day."

"Why didn't you show up when you saw me earlier, for fear of being beaten?" Yuan Qingsong stood up with a flick of his legs and was ready to attack.

"Oh, little calf, just rely on you, I will pinch you to death with two fingers" Wang Laohan glanced at the provocateur with disdain, turned around and walked in the direction of the wooden house

Yuan Qingsong, who was angry, didn't care about the heat stroke, raised his hand to concentrate his dantian on his wrist, and four flying nails appeared between his index finger and middle finger like a trick, and quickly shot towards the target with the strength of his wrist.

Just when he thought that the sneak attack was successful, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Wang Laohan casually blocked it with a wooden barrel, and all the flying nails were nailed to the barrel wall. Wang Laohan took off the flying nail and threw it on the ground, snorted coldly and went into the house.

With such contempt, Yuan Qingsong rushed up and grabbed Wang Laohan's collar and was about to offer a punch, but was intercepted by a hand, and looked back, mask, purple clothes, master?! No, this person is thinner than the master, slightly taller, and has a sword around his waist.

"Who are you?"

“。。。。。。 “

"Why don't you answer?"

"Don't be rude to the young master," Wang Laohan glanced at Yuan Qingsong

"Come on, what do you have to do with my master purple-clothed sword god?!" Yuan Qingsong's face became more and more pale as he became more and more pale.

"Where's your master?" the masked man finally spoke.

"Why should I tell you" Yuan Qingsong stubbornly roared as he propped up his body.

Seeing this, Wang Laohan grabbed Yuan Qingsong's neck with his hand, and used a slight force, and Yuan Qingsong couldn't breathe, panicked and didn't know what to do.

"How do I know, he was in the thatched hut on the Mongolian mountain at that time, I learned martial arts from him, he was wearing a purple coat and a mask" Even if Yuan Qingsong learned kung fu for a few days, he still couldn't resist Wang Laohan's iron pincer-like capture, and at this time he was pinched and rolled his eyes, and he fainted after speaking.

The masked man held Yuan Qingsong's soft body, turned to Wang Laohan and gave him a look, Wang Laohan took out a pill from his arms and handed it over.

When Yuan Qingsong slowly woke up after taking medicine, he vaguely heard the two people in the room talking in a drowsy mind.

"This son's secret weapon skills are almost the same as those of Litianyi, could it be that this traitor fled to the Mongolian Mountain, no wonder I can't find a clue"

Yuan Qingsong vaguely guessed that the person in their conversation might be his master. No wonder he never taught me swordsmanship, but why was he dressed in purple, no, the man in front of him was dressed exactly like the master's, what is the relationship between them?

"You are also wearing purple clothes and a mask, what does it have to do with my master?Is my master a sword god?" Yuan Qingsong couldn't help but ask, and at the same time, he also found himself lying flat on the bed in Wang Laohan's house.

"It's just a coincidence, this is just ordinary clothes, and your master should be wearing civilian clothes under a certain rudder of the Shanu Clan" The masked man casually dusted off his sleeves with his hand and sneered: "Besides, there has never been such a character as the purple-clothed sword god on the rivers and lakes, didn't this son go to the teahouse to listen to too many plays"

After finishing speaking, the masked man walked out with Wang Laohan, leaving only Yuan Qingsong with a blank face.