The heart nail pierced through the heart, and Dugu Jialuo's clothes were red, and his eyes turned into a poignant red. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She staggered back and fell limply to the ground, her life qi disappearing little by little, her consciousness blurred, but some of her memories were clearer than ever.

On that day, there was a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, whipping on the Qingge Road in the south of the Yangtze River, she was in rags, carrying a wooden sword on her back and walked past him, the man suddenly reined in the horse, looked at her and smiled gently, and called "girl",

She turned her head to look at him, puzzled.

He smiled: "People who dare to carry a wooden sword and come out to wander are either naïve and ignorant, not deeply involved in the world, or skilled in swordsmanship, beyond the reach of ordinary swordsmen, which one are you?"

"Hmph, Ascend disciple",

She didn't answer, snorted and walked by.

She was none of them, neither naïve nor ignorant, nor very good at swordsmanship, she was just very poor, so poor that she couldn't even afford a sword, so she could only carry this wooden sword on her back.

This sword was cut to her by an old monk in the Jitan Temple outside the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, she had no father or mother since she was a child, and was abandoned in the valley ten miles away from the Jitan Temple, the old Zen master in the temple saw her when he went to turn into a fate, and he took her back; Jitan Temple is a temple that has been broken for a long time, no one comes here to give incense to the Buddha, there is no sesame oil money in the temple, the monk in the temple has already left, there is only one old Zen master in the temple, and no one repairs even the temple door is broken.

Jia Luo grew up in this temple when he was a child, Jitan Temple is in the suburbs of Jiangnan, there is no one near and far, there are still miles away to go to the town, the old Zen master has to go out every day to give her a fate, it is because she is lonely every day, often alone in the temple and outside the sword spectrum, often look at it all day, nothing else.

Seeing that she loved swords, the old Zen master sharpened a wooden sword for her to play with, and then took out his small savings to buy her an iron sword.

Later, the iron sword gradually rusted, and she only kept the wooden sword to remind herself of the source of drinking water.

When she was eight years old, the old Zen master died of illness, and before he died, he repeatedly warned her to leave Jitan Temple, saying that Jitan Temple could manage her food and clothing, but it also limited her.

His worried and distressed eyes are still vivid in her mind.

She was also obedient and obedient, carrying a wooden sword on her back and leaving Jitan Temple to go to the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, often living in Wuyi Lane, and every once in a while she would walk several miles back to Jitan Temple to worship.

That day was when she returned to the temple, a few months away, the Buddha statue in the temple was not stained with any dust, and the courtyard seemed to be cleaned, but she didn't pay attention to it, bowed to the Buddha statue, and went to the grave of the old Zen master to kowtow a few times.

On the second day, she slept until noon before waking up, and when she walked to the courtyard, she saw the young man wearing a blue robe and handsome eyes and eyebrows standing in the hall, giving the Buddha a pillar of incense, and then looking at the majestic Buddha statue, but did not worship, smiled and turned around, just saw her pretty figure, and smiled at her.

She walked over quickly, looked at him, looked at the Buddha statue again, and said, "You wiped it?"

The young man nodded and smiled: "The day before yesterday, I passed through here, stayed here for one night, and cleaned it when I saw a lot of dust."

"Thank you very much",

The young man smiled: "Why is the girl here?",

Dugu Jialuo said angrily: "This is my home",

In the small town, she is often bullied by the young lady of those big families, because she has never had a good impression of this kind of well-dressed and dog-like son.

The young man didn't care, and laughed jokingly: "Your family, then are you a little monk or a little nun?"

"Hmph, do you want to take care of it?",

"What are you doing again?",

The young man said: "Worship the Buddha, the Buddhist scriptures say that the Buddha has three lives, namely the past, the present, and the future, and the Buddhists also have reincarnation, I don't know where I came from, Sun Yao didn't tell me, I couldn't find it, so I had to ask the Buddha",

"Past, present, future...... Reincarnation ......",

She whispered, "You don't know where you're from?",

The boy smiled: "No one knows where they come from, and I don't go into such esoteric questions, but I always want to know my own background."

Jia Luo nodded, feeling that this person was not so annoying, and said, "I'm going back, you can leave after the incense."

The young man smiled: "It's already finished, and you just want to go back, do you want me to send you back?"

"I go on my own",

She tightened her strap and walked out of the temple gate.

The young man smiled dumbly, got on the horse behind, and said with a smile when he rode past her: "Girl, you have a very high talent in swordsmanship, it's a pity to stay in this Jiangnan, do you want me to write a letter and find a famous person to take you as an apprentice?"

Her heart moved, what he said was exactly the same as what the old Zen master said back then, and she couldn't help but frown: "Which kendo masters do you know?"

"Many, famous people in the Jiangnan Province area, such as Yun, Luo, Sui, Chen Si, everyone is quite familiar with me, and I also know a lot east of Dashengguan and Sichuan and Shu, if you can't look down on these, I will deign to teach you in person, you can also do it",

Jia Luo's heart suddenly became angry: "You disciple, how old are you, what kind of swordsmanship do you know, and you want to take me as an apprentice?",

The young man smiled: "Since ancient times, heroes don't ask where they come from, ambition is not in their age, although I am young, but now the tricks of various sword sects are all proficient",

Dugu Jialuo laughed angrily and sneered: "Who wouldn't brag?"

The young man shook his head and smiled: "It seems that you won't believe it if you don't show your hand."

After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Let you take a look at the six-style sword sparrow of Ren Fei's predecessor."

Two fingers and a condensation, the Dao Dao sword qi was shocked, the edge was revealed, the horse he sat on neighed, almost knocked him off the horse, but he tightened the reins, sat firmly on the horse's back, and led the Dao Dao sword qi to blow, like a peacock opening the screen before he put away the sword qi, and looked at her with a smile.

She was stunned and speechless, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, and she snorted: "What's the spirit? I won't learn from you."

Having said that, his eyes peeked at him from time to time, and his heart was itchy, hoping that he was begging himself once, and he borrowed the slope to learn these six styles of sword sparrow from him.

Who knew that the young man just shook his head regretfully, and said: "In this case, I have a sword book here, which is a simplified version after Sun Yao and I summarized the tricks of each sword school, I have memorized it by heart, give it to you",

He took out a thick sword book from his bosom and handed it to her.

Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, this time she didn't refuse, and hurriedly reached out to take it.

"I will stay in Jiangnan for a few days, if the girl regrets it, she can come to me at any time, I will give it to me",

After saying that, he rode away, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and his figure gradually disappeared on the country road.