When I left Xie Zhuang, Ying Hong thanked me a thousand times.

I didn't expect that when Ying Hong took advantage of me to twist Rich Zhao, she suddenly took out a dagger from her arms and stabbed it into Rich Zhao's chest.

I didn't expect that at the moment of revenge, a weak woman's hand holding the dagger was so firm and powerful.

After Sakura let go of her hand, she fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

All of a sudden, I wanted to cry too. Sakura took revenge in just three or five days, but what about me? It's been seven years.

After walking for seven or eight days, there are familiar mountains and familiar rivers in front of me.

Picking a handful of wild wolfberries by the river and crushing them in my hands, I remembered that I had played with Ah Rong in the east of the village that year, and I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart.

My name is Zhao Xiaoer, I am from Shenqiu, and after seven years, I came back.

Climb the last mountain and see our village - Zhaojia Village in the distance. The mountain under my feet is the same mountain where Wang Er Mazi went to chop firewood.

Originally, the mountain did not have a name, but because this mountain was the closest to the village, everyone chose this mountain to cut firewood, so we named this mountain Shiba Mountain.

When I went down the mountain, I looked at the grass on both sides and wondered where Wang Er Mazi was squatting and.

I chose a place where the green grass was half human, and the ground was relatively flat, and I squatted down. Through the gap in the grass, I imagined that Wang Er Mazi was here to relieve his hands, and saw a group of masked people passing by, and the leader wrapped the sword in cloth, and because it was not tightly wrapped, the purple sword body was accidentally exposed.

Just as he was squatting, suddenly a woman was crying, holding a little girl in her left hand and a bamboo basket in her right hand and slowly walking up the mountain.

When I walked up to me, I spat out: Wang Erniang!

It turned out to be Wang Ermazi's wife, and I remember calling her Wang Erniang all the time when I was a child.

Wang Erniang was startled by my unexpected call, and pulled the little girl back a few steps.

I stood up and walked out of the grass and said Wang Erniang, don't you remember me?

Wang Erniang stared at me, and finally remembered, and said It was you, didn't you go to Shaolin to learn art?

I said yes, it's not coming back yet, I have to go to Shaolin for two days, who is this kid?

Wang Erniang pulled the little girl and said to call the little second brother.

The little girl timidly grabbed Aunt Wang's hand and didn't let go, nor did she speak.

Wang Erniang sighed and said, two or three years after you leave, your second uncle Wang picked up this child. We have been childless for many years, and how happy we are to pick her up. It's just that your second uncle Wang has a short life, and he was killed by gangsters when he was chopping wood in the mountains a year ago. Today is the birth of your second uncle, and I took the child up the mountain to worship him.

As she spoke, I looked at the bamboo basket, and I followed her gaze and saw that the bamboo basket was full of gold ingots wrapped in yellow paper.

I was taken aback and said Wang Erma...... How could Second Uncle Wang be killed? Where was he killed?

Wang Erniang took me to the place where Wang Ermazi died, and fell down under a tree and wept.

When she finished crying and burned the paper ingots, I asked, what did you say?

Wang Erniang said, at the beginning, your uncle's family in the village pooled two coins of silver and did an autopsy, but this time I made up two taels from east to west, and I refused to accept it. It's too miserable to test.

I said, what's the wrong way?

Wang Erniang said, your second uncle Wang is ...... Cut into pieces, right under this tree...... If I hadn't seen a pockmark on a piece of meat, I wouldn't have been sure about him.

I walked around, looking at every nearby tree, and I didn't find a single sword wound.

The murderer is not only a master, but the weapon in his hand must also be a sharp weapon. And, it must be famous.

Because, to cut a person into pieces, it requires not only superb martial arts, but also a sharp blade or blade.

Ordinary swords, you can't do it.

Back to the old uncle's house, the village chief opened the door lock, handed the key to me, and said go in, after you left, I locked the door of your yard, and I didn't come to clean it, but I was afraid that the house was full of dust.

When Wang Erniang followed the village chief, she suddenly turned her head and said, Do you remember Mr. Xu, your family's private school?

I said yes. He often came to my house at night to teach me to read.

Wang Erniang said that a few years ago, he came to the village and said, if anyone sees you, he will tell you and let you go to his house, he has something to say to you.

Pushing open the hall door, there are tables and chairs staggering in front of me.

It hurts to think of the fact that I have lived here since I was a child, and that my home that used to be lively is now so deserted.

Picking up the table and chairs, there seemed to be a smile in front of the eldest aunt, and the eldest aunt said, as always, "Are you back?"

I sat on a wooden chair facing the portrait of the Buddha hanging in the hall.

The portrait has long been yellowed and crawling with cobwebs.

The Buddha smiles inside the portrait.

But I was sad outside the portrait.

I searched the whole house, but I found not the slightest evidence that the uncle was an official of the imperial court, not even if it was an appointment document or an official uniform.

Instead, all they found were some utensils for worshipping the Buddha, and even a worn-out monk's robe wrapped in cloth from under the cabinet was pulled out.

This monk's robe is from the Shaolin Temple, regardless of style and fabric.

I couldn't understand why the uncle kept an old monk's robe as a treasure.

Could it be that he also went to the Shaolin Temple to be a monk when he was young?

So he and his aunt have always practiced Buddhism, even if they are no longer monks?

If my uncle was a Shaolin monk, he should be about the same age as the abbot, but why did the abbot never ask me about my uncle?

I remembered that when I first entered the Shaolin Temple, Master Huien and Abbot Huineng both said that I was learning the internal skills of Shaolin, and the old man with white beard and white eyebrows was dressed as an uncle?

Thinking of this, I get excited. Yes, it must be an uncle's pretence, otherwise where did Shen Qiu come from to teach me the Dharma Heart Sutra?

I think that the uncle should have violated some precepts in the Shaolin Temple, and after being expelled from Shaolin, he returned to the vulgar, and the abbot thought I knew, so the abbot deliberately did not mention the uncle in front of me so as not to hurt my face.

If the abbot is really a senior monk of the Shaolin Hui generation, who else can there be in the enemy? It must be a Taoist!

I also remembered that I saw a hero holding Nan Wu Sword in Changshedian Village, he had written in the pagoda "He will return to the court one day, and I hope to be promoted", he is an official in the imperial court, and he is a Taoist sect, is it the Heavenly Master Sect? But the person holding Nan Wu Sword sneaked up on Zhang Daoming and broke the Xuanyuan Sword, how to explain it?

The more I think about it, the bigger my head gets.

I went to Wang Erniang's house to ask for some paper money ingots, and went to the grave of the uncle's family, but I saw that there were traces of others burning paper to worship on the grave, and I didn't feel that my heart was hot, and there were still people in the village who were worried about the uncle.

burned the paper money, and when kowtowed, he silently prayed in his heart: Bless me to find the murderer earlier.

After the worship, I went to Mr. Xu's house. Coincidentally, Mr. Xu did not go out.

When Mr. Xu saw me, he was overjoyed, and he said, "Little Er, you have finally grown up."

Mr. Xu has aged a lot, and I remember when I was a child, his temples were not so white when he taught.

Mr. Xu took me into the room and told his wife that whoever came would say I wasn't there.

After I sat down, Mr. Xu asked me, can I learn Shaolin martial arts?

I said yes. If I meet the murderer of my uncle's family, I will definitely be able to send him to see the Buddha.

Mr. Xu said that's good, that's good. Wait a minute.

After speaking, Mr. Xu took out a bag of things from the cabinet and held it in front of me, saying that this is what your uncle asked me to transfer to you before he died, and you were still young at that time, so it is inconvenient for me to give it to you.

I took the package, opened it layer by layer, and saw that it contained two severed swords and a book.

I say this...... My uncle knows martial arts?

Mr. Xu said, yes. You see what the title of the book is.

I picked up the book, and saw the title of the book, "Dharma Vajra Swordsmanship", in the orange light of the setting sun through the paper window.

I was shocked and said it couldn't be. My uncle is actually a Shaolin disciple......

Mr. Xu said, no, your uncle is not. Look at the broken sword again, do you know this broken sword?

I put down the book, picked up the two severed swords, and looked at them repeatedly. The body of the broken sword is bronze, and the color of the broken sword is silvery, and it is obvious that the broken age is not long.

I shook my head and said I didn't know the sword, but it was many years old.

Mr. Xu said that there are four divine swords, namely, Gan Jiang, Gan Shuai, Mo Xie, and Mo Zheng, and Shaolin has two of them, one is handsome, and the other is Mo Zheng. This is the Mo Zheng Divine Sword that has been missing from Shaolin for more than 200 years.

My surprise is especially better than the sword spectrum of "Dharma Vajra Swordsmanship" just now. I can't help but ask: What?