"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and people are rivers and lakes!"

In a small room, an old voice slowly came out, the voice was low, the speed of speech was extremely slow, as if it had experienced countless vicissitudes of life, full of endless memories, swords and swords, horses neighing, this is an elder who has gone through wind and rain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Old man, hurry up and tell the story, you have said this sentence countless times, and your ears are calloused!" An untimely voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the old man's words, his tone was full of impatience, and there was no trace of respect for the old man's heartfelt words.

"You little boys, how can you understand the loneliness of the master, it is a kind of melancholy that has dimmed the shadow of the sword and the sword, and has gone away from the grievances of the rivers and lakes. It was still the old man's voice, still deep and deep, but it couldn't hide the anger in his tone.

This is a room made of large bluestones, no windows, no doors, an unusually simple room, a large stone bed ten meters long, a set of stone benches and stone tables, more than a dozen lunch boxes on the table, there are fourteen people in the room, thirteen children between five and ten years old, and an old man with gray hair and beard.

Thirteen children lay on the bed in turn, their clothes were in tatters, their little faces and hands were black, and they wore anklets on their feet.

The old man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, better than a child's clothes, but also limited in strength, with a gray beard and hair, a face full of wrinkles, an empty left sleeve, and his right hand pulling his beard, with an angry face, but the eyes that looked at the child were full of love.

"Eight, it's you again, why is it you every time, others can listen carefully, and you talk the most!" the old man gritted his teeth, stared at one of the children, and said viciously.

"Hehe, Grandpa Ding, I won't say it, you continue to tell the story, last time you said that there are seven divine weapons in the world, which seven are they, you can say it quickly!" The child who was watched by the old man touched his head a little embarrassedly, and there he smirked, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and then suddenly remembered something, and anxiously urged Grandpa Ding, his face full of urgency.

This child named Eight, although ranked eighth, was the youngest, five years old, and his little black face could not be seen at all, only the big sly but bright eyes made people remember deeply.

"Hmph, now you know you're in a hurry?" the old man glanced at the child named Eight, touched his beard, and began to talk slowly.

"Speaking of these seven divine weapons...... Old Man Ding's eyes were confused, as if he had fallen into endless memories again.

"I have to mention the rivers and lakes that are as deep as the sea, people are in the rivers and lakes, and I can't help ......myself," Old man Ding shook his head and began to talk about his own rivers and lakes again.

Thirteen little hairy heads wailed, tilted their heads and slanted their heads on the bed, especially the little boy named No. 8, who was even more exaggerated, grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, and slammed into the stone bed, screaming while bumping, his face was full of pain, but after hitting for a long time, there was not even a red mark on his head.

Old man Ding stopped his tirade, looked at these little hairy children with a smile, and was full of love for the unusually lively little boy No. 8.

......

"Shh~" A hurried whistle sounded, a group of noisy children in the stone house quickly got out of bed and stood in a row, and Old Man Ding also stood up from the stone bench, the loving expression just now was gone, and his face was serious.

"Count!"

"One, two, three...... Thirteen"

"Children, from today onwards, you will officially learn to forge tools, I hope you can build a steel weapon as soon as possible and get rid of the status of slaves!" Old Man Ding said at the end, glanced at the chains on the children's feet, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and then he was replaced by a tenacity, and shouted loudly: "Do you have faith!"

"Yes!" replied the thirteen children aloud, their big bright eyes filled with hope for the future.

Although they were young, they experienced a cruel life too early, slaves, although they did not understand what it meant, but they knew that this status was not good, because only slaves carry iron chains on their feet.

"Let's go!" Old man Ding was very satisfied with the children's answer, and with a wave of his right hand, thirteen children ran out of the door in a line, and then the old man's voice came from behind him.

"One of the seven divine weapons is in the Nine Dao Villa!"

A few slightly older children's bodies shook, their bodies became more erect, and they ran towards the distance with their heads held high, only the youngest children still looked dazed and unknown, and No. 8 turned his head to look at Old Man Ding.

"Grandpa Ding, you haven't said which magic weapon it is!"

Old man Ding touched his beard and laughed, but he didn't answer No. 8's words, just watched him being dragged by his companions and ran into the distance.

......

This is a valley, surrounded by nine mountain peaks, in the middle of the valley is a large lake, a stone bridge divides the lake into a Taiji shape, one side of the boiling water is steaming, while the other side is ice floating, the center of the stone bridge is a large hall, on the book of the mound.

There are nine halls around Taiji Lake, each corresponds to nine peaks, in front of each hall, there is a weapon statue each, it is said that the nine sub-gods of Jiudao Villa have been cast, and each hall is surrounded by countless houses that are the residence of No. 8 and others.

And Jiudao Villa shook the rivers and lakes because of these nine sub-divine soldiers and a real divine soldier, and became the first casting family in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, Number Eight and the other twelve children were standing in front of a large hall, in front of which was a sculpture of a blood-colored sword, and there were some dark red stains on the pedestal, and a faint smell of blood permeated the place, but at this time, there were many people standing here, diluting the smell.

In addition to the thirteen of them, there were also a number of children of their age who also stood in a column, thirteen people each, a total of seven columns, and these children were surrounded by a group of guards dressed in red with a long black sword embroidered on their chests.

Whether it was a child or a red-clothed guard, they were all behind their backs at this time, with a serious look on their faces, except for one person, who was Eight.

At this time, he was behind his hands, his little face was tense, and he tried to pretend to be serious, but his big smart eyes were looking around, very dishonest.

Just as No. 8 was looking aimlessly, eight people walked out of the main hall, the first one was about forty years old, with exceptionally thick palms, a broadsword behind his back, dressed in black, and a circle of golden swords embroidered on his mouth.

Behind him, there were seven people, all dressed in green clothes, and Old Man Ding was among them, I don't know when he changed the sackcloth.

Seeing these seven people appear, there was some commotion in the crowd of the seven columns, and it was obvious that these children knew these seven people.

"That's not Ding...... Hmm" No. 8 also saw Old Man Ding, and turned back to talk to the person behind him with some excitement, but was grabbed by him and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Quiet!" Seeing such a noisy scene, the man in black at the head frowned, his voice was not loud, but with magic power, the entire hall square was quiet, and everyone looked at the man in black.

Standing in the crowd, No. 8 was also frightened by this voice, as if it appeared out of thin air and sounded in his ears, the eardrums of the people in the town hurt, and Old Man Ding took the time to glare at No. 8 fiercely.

Just when No. 8 was stunned, the man in black spoke again, "This is the eighth way of the Nine Dao Villa - the way of the sword, my name is Wang Hu, I am the great protector of the hall here, and you are the slaves of the way of the sword, from today on, you will have to undergo strict training, reading, writing, practicing, casting, the best can get rid of the status of slaves, join the Nine Dao Villa, and the worst waste..."

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