An emerald green sword, carved from Hsinchu, more than three feet long, less than three fingers wide, the sword is a new sword, but the hand is a veteran.

The new sword seemed to be psychic in his hand, coming and going without a trace, the long sword stabbed out, the autumn wind rolled upside down, the long sword was retracted, and the spring breeze was blowing.

This back and forth, but in an instant, it is a reincarnation, handed out autumn, welcomed back spring, winter and summer, on the way.

A sword writes spring and autumn, and a sword draws reincarnation.

The sword rises and falls, there is no one left, spring and autumn are there, winter and summer, the long sword arrives, it is not hot or cold.

The cold autumn wind of the early morning has been swept away by this sharp sword.

The sword enters the wind, but it is not the wind, the person enters the sword, and it is not the sword, the sword is the sword, and the person is the man.

His sword is contrary to his men.

Extremely skilled swordsmanship, exquisite and extraordinary swordsmanship, skills and techniques, almost the Tao, but not the Tao, plausible, to the Tao.

His sword deviated from the right path, and it took him five years to move his sword away from the right path.

Wu Sword Realm, five years like a dream, but it is five years without distractions, and there is not even a heart.

There are only people and swords, there is no sword energy, there is no kendo, he gave up the sword qi, gave up the way of the sword, only the sword remained, he practiced the skills of the sword millions of times, he only practiced sword skills and swordsmanship.

One dream for five years, there is no change of day and night, no change of four seasons, no heaven and earth, all things, people, no seven emotions and six desires, only one person, one sword.

He forgot everything, even himself, but he didn't forget the sword in his hand for a moment, and he didn't stop the sword in his hand.

He kept taking out the sword, purely out of the sword, how the sword got out, and how it was taken back, he forgot, but when he held the sword, his sword was psychic, not that the sword was psychic, but that his swordsmanship had spirituality, and his swordsmanship had reached an unbelievable state.

In today's world, the way of the sword is at its peak, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, no one will spend five years, ten years, or even longer practicing swordsmanship, because there is no need, the heavenly spirit will sooner or later temper the sword spirit, the spirit of the heavens and all the stars, is a treasure given by the heavens to sword cultivation, enough for the heavenly spirit to dig for a lifetime, so no one will give up the avenue into the path.

No one is as unlucky as Ram Chen, and no one is as persistent as him, it is because of this persistence that he entered the realm of the sword of enlightenment, and because of his persistence, he abandoned everything in the realm of the sword of enlightenment, and in five years, he only practiced one sword, 'out of the sword'.

A bamboo sword that was just made last night, this morning in his hand in the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Sword, four styles, he stabbed out with a sword, still at ease, because his sword is too fast, more than four times faster than the original, no sword energy, no sword intent, but still swaying Spring and Autumn, more chic, more arbitrary, more decisive.

The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and the bamboo sword sweeps the spring and autumn.

For half an hour, he put away his sword and stood, calming his breathing, and at the same time calming the agitation in his heart, "The sword doesn't have to be put down!" The young man looked up at the sunrise and looked at the sky with a smile, "My Ram Chen's sword is a sword of technology, and it is unique!"

For a long time, Ram Chen turned back, and there were a lot of visitors, all there!

"Good morning, everyone!"

The boy smiled.

The crowd was even more sluggish.

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The ancestral ancestral hall of the Ram clan, the hall is 100 feet high, covers an area of 900 meters, the temple is built very elegantly, every brick, not a tile, can reflect the heaviness, solemnity, solemnity.

In this solemn hall, there is a person kneeling at this moment, wearing purple peiyu and thick beard, he has been kneeling all night, and he still doesn't know the reason.

In the face of the ancestors and ancestors, dense spirit cards, from top to bottom layer by layer, thousands of spirit cards lined up into a high and not top, wide and not borderless triangle, the ancestors of the Ram clan in the past dynasties can find the spirit card here, thousands of spirit tablets, is thousands of ancestors.

He, the contemporary patriarch of the Ram clan, Ram Hui, was summoned to the ancestral shrine overnight and thought about it!

Ram Hui looked at the dense spirit cards, and felt uneasy in his heart, but after thinking about it all night, he didn't find a clue.

Step, step, step!

Someone came, but Ram Hui didn't dare to look back, he knelt straighter.

An old man passed over him, calmly offered incense, bowed, and got up.

Then, the old man turned around, kicked, Ram Hui was kicked out, and fell heavily, he didn't speak, he got up and knelt down again, it was his father who kicked him, he knew the old man in front of him too well, no matter which brother made a mistake before, he would be beaten, don't defend himself, as long as he survived, it would be fine.

The ram stepped forward and kicked again, the ram Hui flew up and down, one kick after another, the ram Hui was bleeding from his mouth, he quickly wiped it off with his sleeve, he silently suffered the thunderous anger of his father, and did not say a word, his father hated weak people.

After all, he is old, after all, he is his son, after all, he is the head of the family.

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children! Do you understand!" The old man was very direct and did not ask whether he knew what he was wrong or not.

Ram Hui lowered his head and his eyes widened, he knew what was going on, the thing he was most afraid of.

"Father, the child is guilty!" the ram kowtowed heavily.

The ram was silent for a long time, and after a while, he spoke: "If you kill your son, I will definitely kill you, remember!"

Ram Hui's body trembled, he knew that the old man would do what he said, "The child remembers." ”

"Hui'er, you are my son, he is your son, if one day, one of the two of you has to die, I will definitely choose to let you live, but you can't do the murder of the son, you must not do it, otherwise, the sky is angry and resentful, and the thousand-year luck of the Ram clan will be destroyed in your hands, you are the patriarch, the patriarch of our Ram clan!"

"Father, the child is confused, the child is confused!" the ram Hui wept bitterly, he was really frightened.

The ram was sighing and said, "The tiger is poisonous and does not eat children, who would have thought that you would have such evil thoughts." ”

"Father, the child knows that he is deeply guilty, but the evil son of the son of Ram Chen is more than a hundred times worse than the son!"

The ram's face sank, and he said angrily, "You still don't repent!"

"Father, the fire in the southwest was ordered by the evil barrier. ”

The ram shook his head and said disappointedly: "You are a father in vain, and the ram will instruct people to set fires?" ”

"Father, you have too deep a prejudice against your child, you didn't see it when the evil obstacle bullied me, and you didn't see it when the evil obstacle killed people, and he personally admitted the arson. ”

"Oh?"

"I wanted to use the Remembrance to find out who set the fire, but he threatened the child to murder him, and wanted to go to the Remembrance, and the Glimmer was still in his possession. ”

When things come to this point, Ram Hui naturally won't cover it up for Ram Chen, not to mention that Ram Chen tore it apart first, and he sued it first.

"I still don't believe it. ”

"Then ask the ghosts!"

"You insist on this?"

"Yes!"