Under the blue sky, on the hill, in the long bamboo forest, the wind is together, and the leaves are falling. A man in the prime of life, dressed in a coarse coat and with a sharp long knife at his waist, stood on the flat ground, and under his eyebrows was a pair of sharp eagle eyes, majestic as if possessed by an overlord.

"Zichan, Ziyuan, you have a good look, this is our Ye family's original swordsmanship, Yuye Qingge. ”

In front of the man stood two boys, one three years old and the other ten-year-old, it was Ziyuan and Zichan. Ziyuan was like a child watching a circus performance, his face full of joy. Zichan, on the other hand, had a serious expression and watched his father's every move seriously.

I saw the moment the man's right hand touched the hilt of the knife, and the figure suddenly disappeared from the place, as if there had never been such a person in the world. But seeing the bamboo leaves falling in the sky, and the quiet breeze blowing in the face, no one could notice the slightest difference from usual, but in an instant, the man suddenly appeared in the same place.

Ziyuan didn't understand it, but when he saw his father suddenly disappear and suddenly appear, he was a little disappointed, and felt that nothing interesting had happened.

But Zichan was slightly surprised, he stretched out his hand to grab a fallen bamboo leaf, only to see that there was a leaf word engraved on the leaf. Subsequently, Zichan looked around again, and the whole world, in the air, on the bamboo, and scattered on the ground, all the bamboo leaves were engraved with a leaf character.

Soon, Ziyuan also found a word engraved on the leaves on the ground, and couldn't help but grab a few happily, and said with a smile: "Dad, Dad, look, this year's bamboo leaves have long words on them, it's really interesting, hahaha." ”

Ziyuan was smiling, but was glanced at by his father Zixuan, Ziyuan was stunned by his father's expression, and immediately put away his smile. He didn't know why his father murdered him, he was very aggrieved, he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

"You have to remember the shame of our Ye family! One day, we will double our rewards. ”

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Two thousand years ago, after the death of Yue Ge, who was good at all weapons in the world and was known as the ancestor of ten thousand soldiers, his son, Yue Xi, chose swords from among the ten thousand soldiers left by his father to specialize.

At that time, the world's study of swordsmanship had just begun, due to the unique conditions of the temple, the swordsmanship of the past advanced by leaps and bounds, and even got rid of the nature of sword killing, and created a school of sword qi such as entering the realm of transformation. Soon, Yue Xi was respected by the world as the founder of swordsmanship.

And the ancestor of the Ye family, Ye Lang also relied on his self-created swordsmanship at that time, killing countless enemies, and playing among the major powerhouses.

But Ye Lang's swordsmanship came from endless killing, and Ye Lang also killed too many people, and finally attracted the attention of Yue Xi.

In the end, the two agreed to compete with each other. If Ye Lang loses, he will have to swear that he will not step into the world for the next two thousand years. If he loses, he will admit that Ye Lang is the pioneer of swordsmanship, and he will never touch the sword again.

As a result, it is conceivable that Ye Lang lost, and he lost without any suspense, just like a well-equipped special forces meeting the main force of the opponent's million-strong division, no matter how much he struggled, it was just a futile effort.

However, after reading the past, he later admitted that Ye Lang lost in the way of the sword, but his sword skills were quite good.

And two thousand years later, when Ye Xuan, the descendant of Ye Lang, came out of the mountain, he happened to meet the best successor of the sword in the past, the world's first swordsman, Yue Shang Kinoshita, in the battle of fate, Ye Xuan defeated Yue Shang Kishita this time.

This is exactly what the sage said two thousand years ago, after the death of the ancient original god: "The trend of the world, the farther away from the Tao, and the more refined the technique." ”

Of course, what the saints are referring to encompasses all aspects of humanity. Swordsmanship is a very apt example.

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Back to business.

Of course, Ziyuan was familiar with the story of Ye Lang's defeat, but he never understood why this was a shame. He just felt that Ye Lang had killed too many people and should be locked up.

"Zizen, you come and try. Ye Xuan threw the long knife to Zichan and ordered.

Zi Chan took the long knife and almost perfectly reproduced Zi Xuan's swordsmanship just now.

"You are worthy of being the descendants of our Ye family, no, you are more talented than anyone from any generation of the Ye family. Ye Xuan laughed.

Indeed, Zichan learned swordsmanship at the age of three, and when he was ten years old, he was about to surpass his father Zixuan in terms of strength and swordsmanship, and he was a rare ultimate swordsmanship genius in the world.

"Ziyuan, you will also practice swordsmanship with me from tomorrow. ”

"Yes. Zi Yuan lowered his head and felt a little aggrieved, he was obviously just a child who didn't understand anything, why should he learn swordsmanship, he didn't like swords, they were too cold and ruthless, or the paper kite folded by his mother was fun, and the bamboo dragonfly he had just learned to make, he hadn't played much yet, these were the fun of Zi Yuan. He wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare.

After Ye Xuan left, Zichan walked towards Ziyuan, and then stretched out his hand and touched the top of his head, "Ziyuan, you can do what you like with peace of mind, and leave the rest to your brother." ”

"Is it really possible?" Zi Yuan looked at Zi Chan with tears in his eyes.

"Hmm!"

"Ziyuan, Zichan, it's time to go home for dinner. In the distance, a beautiful woman shouted waving her arms.

"Mother!" Ziyuan saw his mother and immediately ran over happily.

Looking at Ziyuan happily, Zichan whispered to himself: "I really hope you can live so innocently forever." ”

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In a blink of an eye, it has been three years later, and although Zi Yuan's swordsmanship has also made a lot of progress due to his greed for play, it is far from that of Zi Chan of the same period. For this reason, Ziyuan was reprimanded by Ye Xuan. It's just that every time there is the comfort of my brother and mother.

Three years later, on this day, his brother Zichan told him that his father was not at home today, so Ziyuan secretly ran to the village to play, and saw a few girls in the village who were the same age as him playing with sandbags. This play, carelessly, is a day, when he went home, Ziyuan found that his father had returned, and he was very angry.

Ye Xuan threw a bamboo sword to Ziyuan and said, "You use him to attack me." ”

"However, this is home, and I'm afraid of breaking things. ”

"These things are nothing. Hurry!" Ye Xuan seemed to be even more angry.

Zi Yuan was startled, so he had to do it, he clenched the bamboo sword and slashed at Ye Xuan, but in Ye Xuan's opinion, it was like an ordinary child playing a game of playing a swordsman.

"Is this the result of your cultivation in the past three years?" Ye Xuan was furious, smashed a table with one palm, and roared.

Ziyuan was stunned, he had never seen his father so angry. Although his father was strict, he only reprimanded a few words at most, and he never hit Ziyuan, nor did he drop anything at home. On weekdays, if he did something wrong, as long as his mother and brother pleaded for intercession, his father would not say anything. But today, my father is like this, and my mother and brother are all bowing their heads.

"You are the shame of our Ye family! From today on, you will not be my Ye Xuan's son. ”

"Dad!" Zi Yuan cried, he was very scared, but Ye Xuan turned around and ignored Zi Yuan.

"Mother!"

Ziyuan's mother also turned around and sobbed in a low voice.

"Ziyuan, it's over. Our Ye family has always been a single lineage, and swordsmanship can only be inherited by one person. Brother, you are too weak, too kind, too stupid. I take such good care of you on weekdays, just because I'm afraid that you will surpass me. Now that your father has spoken, you have lost the qualification to inherit the Ye family's swordsmanship. You're out, brother. Zichan calmly explained, like a ruthless stranger.

"Why haven't I heard of such a thing? Something must have gone wrong. Please, don't leave me behind. Ziyuan cried and begged, but no one paid attention to him anymore.

"In that case, can you give me another year, I will definitely practice swordsmanship, and I will definitely surpass my brother. Ziyuan continued to cry.

"It's too late, brother, just accept your fate. ”

That night, Ziyuan fell asleep crying. The next day, he was given to a strange swordsman by his father, and the swordsman entrusted him to someone else, and after that, Ziyuan came to the Imperial Sword Ridge.