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Two days have passed, and the young man has made a secret visit in disguise, and he has figured out the reason why Bai Village was burned, and it is really the same as he thought.

Because the harvest in the village this year is so poor, the villagers themselves can't fill their stomachs, let alone pay high grain taxes. But how can a big family care about the feelings of the peasants at the bottom, and force the villagers to pay the grain tax.

If they do not pay, all the men will be made slaves, and the women will be prostitutes until the food tax for this year is paid.

The big family was too unreasonable, and finally triggered a rebellion from the villagers. When the conflict broke out, the anger of the large families burned the whole village.

"It's so hateful!" the boy cursed in his heart, and the news had spread in the nearby villages and towns, and almost everyone knew about it.

And the big families didn't hide it at all, they burned down the boy's village, more like killing chickens and monkeys, and they did it for other nearby villages to see.

The young man leaned on the peach tree on his back, as if the peach tree was his last support, and the tears could not stop falling, as big as soybean grains, ticking and ticking at the root of the tree.

It wasn't until the next morning that the boy stopped sobbing, wiped away his tears, and looked sideways ahead. He decided to take revenge, this revenge is deeper than the sea of blood, if he doesn't take revenge, he will not be able to sleep for the rest of his life!

"Peachtree, I have decided to take revenge, and after the revenge is completed, I will return to my master and cultivate, if I lose, I will have no way out, a dead end. Will you come with me?" asked the boy, who was the only one he could talk to.

Unexpectedly, the peach tree nodded, and under the action of the wind, the wind blew the wheat and made a rustling sound, as if to say, I am with you. The tree also wanted to comfort the boy, because people love the tree, the tree has been psychic and can read people's moods.

The boy took a deep breath and nodded fiercely at the peach tree, "Then let's go together for revenge!"

Rub, rub, rub!

The sound of a sharp knife came, and the boy was a little less childish and a little more resolute. He only had a small dagger, which was certainly not enough to break into a large household.

The boy cut down the peach tree, chose the hardest part of the peach tree's trunk, and spent the whole day sharpening a peachwood sword.

Unlike ordinary iron swords, the peachwood sword is easy to use, not too heavy for a teenager, and the peachwood is an excellent vehicle for casting spells, so that the sword does not affect the use of spells at the same time.

Coupled with the fact that the boy blessed the wooden sword with a spell, the peachwood sword was already harder than an ordinary steel sword.

The sword mountain is a sea of fire, and the sword shadow is repeated.

The phantom cast by the peachwood sword changed again, and the young man had already come out of the big family, holding the peachwood sword in his hand, covered in blood, and the fire behind him was monstrous.

"That kid killed everyone in the big family?" There was no detailed description of the young man's revenge in the phantom, and Du Chen couldn't help asking.

He didn't do that, he just killed the murderer of his village, and the person in charge of the big family. The rest of the subordinates and their families, the young man released them, including the young master he had served. Momoki Jian replied, his tone fluctuated, but his emotions were not obvious, and he couldn't help but feel a little more concerned when he talked about the past.

"That's also in the process of being cleaned up. With such a big anger, he has not lost his mind, and the young man's mind is difficult to mature. Du Chen said slowly, if it was in the modern society of the earth, revenge would definitely be impossible.

But this is the fairy world, the monk is angry, there are countless things with millions of corpses, and the young man has been hit by such a big stab, and he can find the right person for revenge, which is already very good.

"But then again, you're the peachwood sword in the young man's hand, right, your origin, you were just a peach tree in the beginning. Looking at the peachwood sword, Du Chen gestured a few times and asked, "What happened to the young man later." ”。

The peachwood sword didn't say anything, it was a tacit acquiescence, his origin was very ordinary, a young man with potential with a peachwood sword, and he went to the sect on the spiritual mountain like this.

The words changed, and the phantom changed once, and the young man set foot on the road to the master's gate, and his great revenge was avenged, but the young man's face did not have a little more smile, but his face was more sad than before.

[Qingyun passed in front of his eyes, and the divine glow fluttered down.] ]

"Little junior brother, why are you unhappy?" The young man passed the test of the master, and finally entered the famous family and was assigned to a master, and every senior brother cared about him.

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm still a little uncomfortable with life in the mountains, and I'll do my best to adapt to it in a few days." The young man barely squeezed out a faint smile and buried the affairs of the village and the big families in his heart.

He is a genius in cultivation, but he has only just entered the master's sect, and his strength has not yet improved, so he doesn't want to be noticed so quickly, and it is still a mundane thing.

"Oh, then hurry up and blend in with us. ”

Worshipping the master, the boy was lucky, he met the senior brother of the master who cared about him, where everyone devoted himself to studying the secrets of cultivation, and everyone had two words in their hearts: "become stronger".

Day after day, year after year.

Another year.

Finally, the shadow of the boy's childhood is almost gone, and the master is his home, every day during the day, he follows many brothers and sisters to practice the mind, and at night he holds a peachwood sword to practice the sword alone, and the sword shadow is projected on the wall, brilliant.

"He stayed in that sect for half a year, and he grew very fast in that half a year, and he was recognized by his master. His cultivation speed was ten times higher than that of his senior brothers and disciples in the same period. The peachwood sword transmitted Du Chen, explaining the experience of this young man. "He practiced his sword here every night, and I accompanied him through many springs and autumns, mornings and evenings. ”

"Peachwood sword, you are the most precious thing in my life!" One day the boy finished practicing the sword, sat on the grass, his hands held the peachwood sword, after all, he was still young, he was homesick.

But his home is gone, the village is burned down, and the only thing he thinks about is really the peachwood sword.

"Peachwood Sword, we are friends for life. ”

Whenever a teenager is homesick, he will hold the sword tightly, but this time, the peachwood sword is a little different. The sword qi of the peachwood sword emanated, and the wooden light shot out around it, and it fell softly on the top of the young man's head, stroking and comforting him.

In this light, the boy felt released, and the familiar taste was still so beautiful.

"Can you feel my mood too?" The young man had not yet reached the cultivation level of the Bigu Stage, and it was impossible for him to awaken the Instrument Spirit, but he did feel the faint aura of the Peach Wood Sword.

"Magical little sword. The young man looked at the peachwood sword solemnly, this sword was so beautiful.

The young man didn't know, because he had always loved the peachwood sword, and the peachwood sword had already given birth to a soul, but the vitality of the spiritual power was not big enough to be compared with the machine spirit.

(To be continued)

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