There are four nations standing on the Four Spirits Continent. Sword Spirit Country, with qi sword, with sword respect. The country of the spirit of the law, with the soul of the law, with the law as the respect. The spirit country is controlled by gods and beasts, and beasts are respected. Dou Ling Country, with the power of the weapon, to the instrument for respect. The four kingdoms are divided and the four corners are at war all year round, but fortunately, there is a spiritual god cult in Middle-earth to check and balance it, so that all parties can barely maintain a balance, so that the country will not be ruined, and the people will not be ruined.

Yanlin Village is located in the westernmost part of the Sword Spirit Country, Yanlong City, backed by mountains and facing the sea, rich in materials, because it is located in the depths of the belly of the empire, it is rarely affected by wars, and often provides military rations for the front line, known as the granary of the empire. However, the four countries are at war all year round, and the whole continent respects martial arts, and the village is also a strong folk style and a martial family, and many teenagers are practicing martial arts and swords since childhood, eager to join the military and achieve fame.

"Hey-ha, hey-ha"

"Hold your wrist down and slash hard. Well, not bad, good wine, good wine. ”

In Yanlin Village, in a small courtyard, a young man with sword star eyebrows and Danfeng eyes dressed in plain clothes and white hair, exuding a stubbornness and perseverance that did not match his age, holding an iron sword and constantly slashing a large bluestone. A middle-aged man with a scruffy face on the side walked on the rocking chair, constantly pouring wine into his mouth, occasionally pointing the boy twice, muttering that he didn't know whether to say wine or teenager.

The young man who practiced the sword was named Zhang Fengyi, and the sloppy drunkard on the side was called Zhang Jianyi, the young man's master. Although the young man is dressed in cloth, he still can't hide his heroic spirit, and he has a kind of aristocratic temperament, compared with the drunkard who is bare-chested and unkempt, sloppy and sloppy, and has a ruffian face, there is a strong contrast in the style of painting, which makes others dare not believe that the middle-aged man is his master.

But facts are facts, since Zhang Yifeng woke up, this man is his master. In the past nearly 12 years, this man is his only dependence and depends on him, even with his surname. Over the years, he asked the man countless times about his origins and parents. Zhang Jianyi is rare and serious every time, and after a silence on his face, he knocked on his head and asked him to practice swords, telling him that he would naturally tell him when he reached a certain strength.

Since he was a child in Yanlin Village, Zhang Fengyi was ridiculed for not having parents, and children of his age did not play with him, ridiculing him as a wild species. Every time he was ridiculed or depressed, he ran to the edge of the sea and slashed with his sword. Every time he saw other children with their parents, he felt a deep sense of loss. It is also because of this that he practiced swords extremely hard, usually silent, and in his life there was only one drunkard master left in addition to the sword.

The weather in Yanlin Village in July was very hot, and Zhang Yifeng, as usual, kept fighting with the big bluestone in the yard with his sword. A gorgeously dressed old man walked in, and Zhang Jian, who was sitting in the rocking chair, stood up one by one, and said respectfully: "Master." ”

"You still have the face to call me? I have been like this for more than ten years? I have forgotten what you should do? I haven't had a child working hard yet! Hmph!" the old man looked gloomy.

"Master, let's go into the room and say. Yi'er, you go out to play for a while, and then come back for dinner in the evening. Zhang Jianyi hurriedly pulled the old man into the house and supported Zhang Yifeng.

Looking at the old man he had never met and the master with a serious expression, Zhang Yifeng was full of curiosity, put away the iron sword and walked out of the door. After three turns and five turns, I came to the beach with a stomach full of questions, and sat on the shore and looked into the distance.

"Yifeng, why are you in a bad mood and come to the beach to practice swords?" A dark and thick boy appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng.

The boy's name was Houtu, and he was the child of a fisherman by the sea. A few years ago, when his father was buying fishing gear, he died at the hands of enemy soldiers besieging the city. may have similarities with Zhang Yifeng, so he has become Zhang Yifeng's only partner since he was a child, and the two often go to the beach to practice swords together.

"No, a strange old man came to the house today to find the master, I don't know what they talked about. The master kicked me out. ”

"Hey, I thought you were being scolded by the village puppies again. Since we're here, let's compare and try the sword skills I created a few days ago. This time it will definitely win you once. Thick Earth was eager to try.

"Come on. Zhang Yifeng pulled out the iron sword, and his face was unwavering, as if the victory or defeat was decided.

The "Ripping Soil Sword" thick soil bowed up and jumped, a sword came head-on, relying on the tip of the big sword and covering this trace of sword qi, and the momentum did have the power of splitting stones and tearing the earth. Zhang Yifeng retreated and turned around, his wrist was slightly raised to the tip of the sword, and he rubbed the edge of the thick earth sword tip and gently broke the sword move.

A sword failed, and the thick soil increased the sword qi to cover the sword, and the momentum slashed horizontally. Zhang Yifeng was a step-by-step again, and the sword qi gently swept away the sword of the thick earth at a point. The more the thick soil fights, the more urgent it becomes, the sword in his hand becomes more and more ruthless, and the move is strong and heavy. Zhang Yifeng, but he was idle, no matter whether the sword was slashed horizontally or stabbed, he would break it with a slight pick of his wrist. After forty or fifty rounds of thick soil, the thick soil gradually lost his physical strength, and his sword became more and more weak, but he still gritted his teeth and made his sword.

"Don't fight Houtu, admit defeat!" Zhang Yifeng picked it lightly again, and Houtu stumbled and fell backwards. Zhang Yifeng wanted to put away the sword, but he thought that the thick earth actually threw the sword behind him, and his body twisted to an incredible degree, and he took off into the air with the recoil of the sword. The sword aura is fierce, the wind is roaring, and a sword roars, like a flying immortal outside the sky. The tip of the sword became clearer and clearer in Zhang Yifeng's eyes. In an instant, there is no way to dodge, there is no way to hide, the pupils are constricted, and you can only hit the hard, and the tip of the needle is against the wheat. Zhang Yifeng's sword across his chest instantly wrapped all the sword qi, and he raised his sword upwards to ask the sky, and the victory or defeat was in one move.

Bump! A gust of sea breeze blew, Zhang Yifeng's black hair scattered and fluttered, but his body did not move at all. In the blink of an eye, I looked at the thick soil, and I was already lying on the beach with a painful face, rubbing my chest. No one noticed that the moment the two swords collided, Zhang Yifeng's hands lit up a little red.

"Yifeng, look at you, thin, I didn't expect my strength to be greater than mine. No, could it be that your sword qi has broken through and you are a swordsman? I really don't understand how you are a master and how you taught you a little monster, even if I use a new move, I can't beat you. Houtu looked helpless.

"There is no swordsman who is still a swordsman like you. It's good that you are a thick soil, you usually pretend to be honest, and your name is also kind, and you can't imagine that you will cheat at a critical moment. I saw that you were physically exhausted and wanted to collect your sword, but I didn't expect you to stab you. If it weren't for my quick reaction, this life would have been in your hands. Zhang Yifeng teased.

Houtu said with an embarrassed face: "Don't say that Yifeng, I just really didn't have the strength at that time, and the sword qi was not much left, and the moment I fell, I just wanted to make a last fight, and I stabbed the sword on a whim." ”

"That's right, you really can't stab such a sword. Your new sword skills are indeed powerful, but they are too slow and not hidden, and the cost is very large. If you can't hit the enemy, you can't do it yourself. Zhang Yifeng recalled the sword competition just now and gave his opinion.

"Well... It's about improving. Houtu replied softly, and fell into a brief thought.

"Don't think about it, it won't be improved for a while, let's go to sword practice first and come back and think slowly. Zhang Yifeng pulled the thick soil and walked to the beach.

The two teenagers crouched on their horses, their swords clenched in both hands, facing the sea, and with each wave they struck with a soft shout. Sword after sword, at this moment, with the sword to clear the heart, the resentment and unwillingness are all cut out. The more urgent the waves, the faster the sword, the more fierce the waves, the more ruthless the heart, and the endless waves, confirming and urging the growth of teenagers.

The sun was setting, and the boys were tired of practicing their swords on the beach for several hours. The two of them walked on the beach and looked up at the orange sky, both panting, but they seemed extraordinarily peaceful.

"Yifeng, you know, do you know why I fight so hard every day?" Houtu gasped, but his tone was heavy. Zhang Yifeng looked at the thick soil, opened his mouth and did not speak.

"I want to get out of this life. My family has been fishing for generations, and it is peaceful and quiet. I was going to live like this for the rest of my life, but after my father was killed by the enemy, I began to hate this day-to-day life. I want to join the army, to shed blood, to kill the enemy, to protect everyone I want to protect. Definitely not going to hurt my important people!" Thick Earth stood up violently and roared towards the sea, tears clouding the sea water out of his eyes.

Zhang Yifeng lined up Houtu's shoulders and sighed lowly: "Houtu, I understand your feelings, but what about me? I don't even know whether my parents are dead or alive, my life experience." The master said that he had to have a certain strength before he was willing to tell me, so I practiced my sword every day. Therefore, strength is the right to speak in this continent. So we can't shed tears, we can only sweat and bleed. ”

Suffering and suffering fate does make people sad, but it also makes people more sensible and mature faster. This is especially true for teenagers, who may have understood early on that the pain of the flesh is only temporary, and the sorrow of the soul is the pain that will not be extinguished for a long time.

"Don't cry, we swear together with hope that one day we will get what we want. Zhang Yifeng drew his iron sword and slanted towards the sky.

"Hold the sword, cut through all the fog, cut through all obstacles, step through the confusion, and know the truth!"

Hou Tu also drew an iron sword with red eyes.

"Hold the sword, be a brave soldier, the best soldier, and protect all important people!"

The two swords touched, facing the sea, towards the sky. The two teenagers looked at each other and smiled, their immature voices, and their heroic and heavy vows.

The young man asked the sky, who wins and who loses, who is the best?

waved his hand to break through the ten thousand waves, and the heroic spirit went straight to the heavenly pavilion.

I am willing to cut off the red dust, wind and fog, and live up to the promise.

Men wear gold armor in a hundred battles, and the mountains and rivers are not broken.

The red sun shines on a thousand oaths, and the blue waves swing out all kinds of feelings.

Chasing the enemy for 3,000 miles, one person and one sword are not left.

All the way to the light and all the way to sing, laughing and drinking turbid wine on the ancient and modern.

Plain clothes and black hair are few and uninhibited, and he will be the hero in this life with a sword!

No one would have expected that in the future, the two teenagers who would stir up the turmoil on the entire continent would swear together today and form a deep friendship at this moment. As the sun was about to set, the boys each picked up their swords and headed home, and their shadows grew longer and longer.......