This cottage is located in the deep mountains of nearly 100 miles east of Yecheng, and the walled gate is about two zhang high, and it is built with hardwood in the mountain. This gate has been painted for some years, and the bright green color painted on it also shows a lot of white.

The tribesmen call this place Mengda Cottage.

In the Nanmiao tribe, Meng represents strength. The tribe advocates strength, and most cottages are named after the word Meng.

The mist had been here for a few days, and had woken up a few times during that time, only to feel that he was in a wooden house, and there was a faint woman dressed in white walking around the room. He tried to keep his eyes open, trying to see the other party's face clearly, but the injury was too serious, and before he could see clearly, he fainted again.

In a drowsy state, he seemed to return to his childhood.

It was a swamp shrouded in white mist, and an ordinary hut stood in front of him, and a child of seven or eight years old practiced his sword alone beside the hut.

......

I don't know how long this lasted for a while, and a slightly rickety figure passed through the white fog and returned here. The mist couldn't speak, and a smile appeared on his face, it was his father.

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His father taught him swordsmanship, taught him how to hide his breath... He was also given a sword, which was pitch black and had its name engraved on the hilt. The name may no longer be known to anyone except his father and himself.

"Black Flame!" from the first moment he held this sword, he was deeply in love with it.

Sword training is always hard, he knows it.

My father's body is getting weaker and weaker, and the big war many years ago seriously injured this man who was still in his prime. His body began to become weak, and the power that belonged to him was draining.

He understands his father's suffering, and he wants to become strong and avenge his mother, as well as Qingfeng and Qingyun. He practiced his sword harder, often from early morning until late evening.

The hut was always hidden in a thick fog, and this was the world of fog, to which he had long been accustomed to. In his father's absence, he was alone.

In fact, my father spent very little time here until he no longer had the strength to go out.

At the age of twelve, he had just reached his teenage years. His father died in this year, and he wore black clothes and silently buried his father next to the hut.

He practiced his sword every day in front of his father's grave, because there were really few things he had to do.

There is no longer a loved one to worry about.

...

A year later, he put on the mask that his father once carried, and put on the black cloak that his father once wore, and went on the road.

It was a path full of killing, and he felt that his soul could never be redeemed again.

...

In the evening, the fog woke up again, this time his eyes were no longer blurry. The hut was very basic, and there were no extra items in the house except for some necessary living utensils.

In the center of a round table made of oak is lit by a lamp.

A young girl dressed in white and wrapped in a white cloth sat quietly at the table, holding a book in her hand and flipping through it. The cover was burnt and obviously old. There was also an inkstone, a pen, and a stack of paper for writing. Mist turned his head to look at her, only to feel that she looked innocent, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

As if sensing the gaze, the girl turned her head and saw the mist's eyes open.

Her pretty face suddenly turned a little red, but then she seemed to think of something again, and hurriedly walked to the side of the bed where the misty was lying, gesturing with her hands.

Misty watched her movements, and her heart was slightly cold, "Isn't this beautiful girl just like herself, can't she speak?"

The girl saw that the mist did not react, and thought that he did not understand what she meant, so she went back to the table, took a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote it on paper. She seemed to be extremely attentive and skillful in writing, and Misty looked at him like this, and a strange feeling rose in her heart.

When the girl finished writing, she put down her pen, gently picked up the candlestick on the table, and turned around and walked to the bed. Misty looked over, only to see a few small characters written on the paper: "What do you need?"

Mist looked at the girl and shook her head slightly.

The girl seemed to remember something again, turned and put down the candlestick, and went out of the room. In the middle of the night, a small bowl of rice porridge came in, sat on the edge of the bed, and motioned for the mist to open his mouth.

Misty was a little moved in his heart. He had been in a coma for many days, and his stomach was already empty, just looking at a girl's house on the other side, where could he say what he needed. The girl seemed to be very careful, feeding the mist porridge spoonful by spoonful. A bowl of porridge was soon gone, and the girl went to fill another bowl.

After drinking the two bowls of porridge in the mist, he had some strength in his body, so he propped up his upper body and leaned against the head of the bed. The girl took some soft things and put them behind his back, very attentively.

Misty breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the wound under the ribs. Although he had many scars all over his body, only the ribs were the most serious. The power of a single blow from a saint-level powerhouse is naturally extraordinary.

Fortunately, he survived.

The wound under the ribs had already been bandaged, and it was obviously the work of this beautiful girl. He remembered how such a weak woman had brought herself into the house and bandaged her wounds, which must have suffered a lot.

Although he is a killer, his heart longs more for a peaceful life.

Neither of them could speak, neither could hear a sound, and could only communicate with each other by gesticulating.

For the first time, Misty didn't feel inferior because he couldn't speak.

He could see the innocence of the girl.

He asked the girl's name, and the girl took a pen and paper and wrote three words: Yu Min'er. The surname Yu is very common in the Nanmiao tribe, and almost one-third of the clansmen are all with this surname.

Min Er handed the pen to Mist and motioned for him to write his name. Misty thought slightly, and also wrote down three words: Ye Wuhui.

There are very few people in the world who know his surname. As for those who know his name, I'm afraid it's even rarer.

This is the first time that Misty has told others that his name is Ye Wuhui.

The sacred mountain of the Federal Kingdom, the plaque of the "Holy Road Flange" hangs high in the main hall. In the hall, the high priest sat cross-legged on the futon, his face was kind, and there was an indescribable artistic conception.

A young man sat beside the high priest, his eyes widened, and his resolute face showed a slight impatience. This method of cultivation, which the high priest called "meditation", made him feel extremely boring and unable to find the way.

Since ancient times, the temple has been handed down by the practice method of "Zen sitting". Legend has it that the ancestor who founded the temple sat on the mountain for more than ten years before finally breaking through the holy realm and reaching a higher realm. In the eyes of future generations, he is really like a fairy.

The high priest opened his eyes slightly, and saw the young man staring in a daze.

"Why, Yansha, haven't you found the way?" said the high priest with a smile on his face, looking very kind.

The young man's face flushed slightly, but he still nodded and said, "High Priest, this meditation cultivation method is too difficult to understand. Yansha is ignorant and can't find the way. ”

The young man's name was Nan Yansha, and before he was twenty-five years old, he had already entered the holy path. Even if you look at the entire continent, it is also a person of extraordinary talent. He said that he was ignorant, not because he was hypocritically modest, but because of this meditation, the artistic conception is profound, and people with great perseverance cannot understand the deep meaning.

However, the accumulation of great experience, great perseverance, and exercise require a long period of practice.

"Hehe, don't force it. Practicing together, accumulating more, it will naturally come naturally. The High Priest said with a smile.

Nan Yansha nodded, he seemed to understand in his heart, but he didn't doubt it at all. The high priest also had a place in his heart like a god-man.

"By the way, High Priestess, what exactly does this so-called Misty Killer have to do with our temple?" he was slightly curious about the question.

"Hehe, the time has not yet come, and you will definitely know later. The high priest's face was slightly solemn, and he did not want to say more.

"Oh!" Nan Yansha nodded, he vaguely felt that the fog was not only related to the temple, but I am afraid that the connection was not shallow.

Ganqu bought a fast horse and passed through the northern part of the Confederation all the way to Yecheng in the west. It took nearly half a month to travel all the way.

A restaurant is in a prosperous area of the city, and the business is very good. The tribesmen like to drink grain wine, and most of the food they eat is different from that of Dacang. Ganqu entered the building and chose a place by the window. He kept his eyes on the street outside the window, and even when he was eating and drinking, he frequently turned his head to look.

A strong figure like him is rare. Many of the drinkers noticed him, but when they saw the big knife on the table, they all lost their minds.

The two brothers, Gao Dashan and Gao Dahe, also happened to go to the restaurant at this time.

"Xiao Er, serve two jars of good wine to the uncle, and then pair them with five-color side dishes, but I'm really hungry. "The rough voice of the tall river sounded, and the sound was rolling, really like a big river.

For a moment, all the drinkers looked up at the two of them. Some of these people are local tribal men, and some of them are a mixture of all kinds of people. The news that the dark dragon leaked out of the Killer Fog has already reached the ears of many forces. These people have come all the way, and what they think in their hearts is nothing more than the word "divine sword".

Gao Dashan saw that his brother's voice was too loud, which attracted everyone's attention to the two of them, and he immediately smiled on his face, and even bowed his hand and said sorry. Seeing that there was still an empty table in the corner, he hurriedly walked over with Gao Dahe and sat down.

"Brother, be quiet. The two sat down, and Gao Dashan did not forget to tell again.

"Hmph, big brother, what's there to be afraid of. Gao Dahe didn't seem to care too much, although the voice was a lot quieter, but everyone in the restaurant heard it clearly.

"Hmph!" a sneer came out, "This brother has a good tone. I don't know if you're not afraid, are you not afraid in your heart, or are you just not afraid in your mouth? Ah, haha..."

The brocade-robed man didn't finish his words, and he looked up and laughed. People seem to have inertia, and when this person laughs, everyone laughs too.

"Damn, arrogant, can't find death? My brother is not a person who is afraid of things. Gao Dahe stood up and scolded back, leaving Gao Dashan on the side, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Heh, it seems to be quite capable, there is a kind, three hundred rounds with the uncle?" the brocade-robed man still mocked.

"Damn, I'm so angry. With your bird-like appearance, where can you use three hundred rounds?" Gao Dahe was angry, and flew towards the brocade-robed man.

This trick goshawk fights rabbit, Gao Dahe obviously put a lot of effort into it. Just from the momentum and speed of his move, the teacher is not an ordinary person.

Many people who have a lot of kung fu at the bottom of their hands are watching, Gao Dahe is burly, which makes this move extraordinary, and immediately won a lot of applause.

The brocade-robed man was also an unusual character, seeing Gao Dahe rushing over violently, he was slightly short, his feet were staggered, and a straight fist hit Gao Dahe's chest. It is to fight hard with strength and fight head-on.

"Hmph, look for death!" Gao Dahe, with the momentum of the fall, also straightened his fist and punched it to punch. With a "bang" sound, the man in the brocade robe stepped on the floor with both feet, and suddenly half of his body fell in. The floor of the restaurant is originally made of wooden planks, and it is upstairs, where can it withstand the use of force by two men.

"Oops!" the brocade-robed man suffered a loss, lost face, and was struggling to jump out. Gao Dahe was willing to let go of such a good opportunity, flew up with a kick, and kicked towards the door of the brocade-robed man, and the brocade-robed man hurriedly stretched out his hands to resist. "Bang... Bang" two sounds, a big hole suddenly broke in the floor, and the brocade-robed man also fell from the upstairs.

The man in the brocade robe was embarrassed, originally in terms of the realm of skill, he was not much taller than him, even if he lost, it would take a long time to fight before it was possible. But at this time, because the soles of his feet were not steady, he was embarrassed in an instant, and his face was greatly lost.

Gao Dahe also jumped down from the breach, and the brocade-robed man saw that Gao Dahe was chasing after him, and hurriedly put on a posture again, but Gao Dahe's anger had disappeared at this time, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart, so he arched his hand and said: "Brother, you have offended, if you feel uncomfortable, let's see you at the wine table." ”

The man in the brocade robe lost his sharpness, and asked himself if he fought again, I am afraid that he may not be able to win back face. He rolled his eyes, smiled awkwardly on his face, and said, "It's okay to drink, you have to have a treat." ”

Gao Dahe laughed and said arrogantly: "That's nature, brother, please!" It seems that this kind of thing at the wine table is really not uncommon. Happiness and revenge are exactly what all warriors are pursuing.

The two went upstairs again side by side, and everyone felt happy when they saw the scene. Immediately, many warriors brought wine bowls and came over to meet the three of them for a drink, which could be regarded as a preliminary acquaintance.

For a while, the atmosphere of the restaurant seemed to be cheerful, and when it came to Xing, everyone simply fought the table, gathered around, and talked while drinking a lot.

Gao Dashan saw that the brother's affairs were handled properly, not only did he not provoke the enemy, but also made friends, and he was happy in his heart.

Ganqu sat in the corner by himself, and he could see the situation clearly. Although the skills of the two people fighting are not low, they are even lower than themselves. Seeing everyone talking, he was so unhappy, he was itching in his heart, and he also wanted to join in and meet more friends.

He has been in Shendaomen since he was a child, and he rarely moves around other places except in Jiaozhou. This time, revenge is of course the most important thing, but he is an extremely heroic person, and of course he also hopes to make more friends and heroes. At that moment, he picked up the wine jar, got up and walked towards the crowd.

As soon as he was up, everyone noticed. Not for any other reason, just because he was too tall and strong. Everyone looked at him one after another, only to see him raise the wine jar to his chest, make a bow, and say: "In Xia Ganqu, I don't know if I can drink with all the heroes?"

Gao Dashan and Gao Dahe took the lead in standing up, and Gao Dashan said: "Brother Tai doesn't have to be polite, just come and sit down." He saw that Ganqu's body was steady, his breath was faint, and he was obviously a master of cultivation, and he was very enthusiastic in his words.

Ganqu sat down without being busy, and said loudly: "Don't be busy, I will give you a bowl first." He took an empty bowl from the table beside him, filled it with a bang, and drank it all.

Everyone also drank a bowl of wine one after another, and at that moment Ganqu sat down, everyone introduced each other, and chatted with each other, which was really an extremely pleasant thing in the world.

As they spoke, everyone turned the topic to the black-clothed swordsman.

Gao Dahe licked his face and said: "Hey, I'm not afraid of the jokes of the brothers, I came from Dacang Xuanzhou with my brother, and I almost saw his true face of Lushan on the road several times, but I always missed a fraction of it, and I never saw it." ”

Gao Dashan told everyone about the passage outside the ancient town of Shuohe and Chiba Castle. As for how powerful the mysterious swordsman is, the two of them haven't really seen each other's shots, but in their hearts, they have already decided that they are great masters.

Gan Qu listened carefully, he still didn't know what the other party looked like and how strong his strength was. He knew in his heart that knowing more information about his opponent would be beneficial to his revenge. Although he is five big and three thick, he is not really a stupid person who can't use his brain.

"Brothers, don't hide it from everyone, my trip is just to find this black-clothed swordsman, I don't know if you have any news?" Ganqu drank a bowl of wine and asked.

The brocade-clothed man spoke: "Brother, I have been here for two days, and everyone must know that there was also a breath of divine sword explosion here, and it must have been prompted by the black sword in the hand of the black-clothed swordsman." ”

"Well, Brother Tie Lian is right. Gao Dashan nodded suddenly, and everyone introduced each other, and they already knew each other's names. Gao Dashan said: "My brother had the privilege of witnessing the celestial phenomena caused by the divine sword, only to see that the sky was rolling with black clouds, and the momentum was really irresistible. Gao Dashan's eyes were slightly excited.

"Yes, there have been rumors since ancient times that the Excalibur is made of heaven. When it is triggered, it attracts the aura of heaven and earth, and the power is doubled. "Although everyone has never seen what a real divine soldier looks like, they have all heard this rumor about a divine soldier.

Cultivators, who doesn't want to have a divine weapon in their hands. Like the leader of the Green Bull Gang, his strength is not high, but his ambition is not small. There will be no shortage of such people anywhere.

Tie Lian said: "After listening to me, I was inquiring in the city yesterday and saw an abandoned manor in the city, and I was curious, so I went in to check it out. ”

"Oh, what happened?" asked the crowd with great interest. Ganqu also listened intently.

Tie Lian smiled slightly and said: "In the manor, there is a well-dressed mound, and there are still blood stains on the stone tablet in front of the mound. The blood stains had not yet turned dark, and I thought that the time would not be long before they came, and I thought that it was probably there that the black-clad swordsman fought the enemy. ”

"Oh, I wonder where this abandoned manor is?" Gan Qu was slightly happy in his heart, and finally found some clues. Everyone also showed a look of anticipation.

"Don't worry, I'll take you over when our brother has had a good drink. Tielian seems to enjoy this feeling of being taken seriously.

It wasn't until the sun went down that everyone had their full fun.

Tie Lian took everyone, and a group of more than a dozen people walked out of the restaurant and went straight to the Ye family.

The manor was still the same, overgrown with weeds. When everyone arrived at the clothed mound, they saw that traces of a fight could be vaguely found here, but it was obvious that someone had dealt with it, and there were faint black blood stains on the ground.

Ganqu squatted down to inspect it, and finally fixed his gaze on the stone tablet.

"The seventy-three members of the Ye family are well-dressed..."He walked to the stone tablet, frowned at the handwriting, and muttered in his mouth.