When the little mute returned home, it was late at night, and he pushed open the door, and saw the old blind man sitting in the place where he usually read, waiting for him.

"You're back, have you brought anything back?" The old blind man seemed to know that the shopkeeper had something for him, and turned his head with a slight smile on his face.

The little mute approached and gently placed the black iron bar on the wooden table, and the old blind man put away his smile, and put his slightly trembling hand on the cold iron bar, and stroked it gently.

The little mute felt that the old blind man at this moment looked like he was reading history books, and that black iron bar should appear in many stories of the old blind man in the past, and those stories should be very exciting.

"A green snake tail, a few inches of blue peaks." The old blind man stroked the black iron bar, as if caught in a memory, and muttered to himself.

At this moment, the old blind man is like a sword in the hand of a chivalrous man in the dark night, the clouds open and the moon rises, and the sword is colder than the moonlight.

The little mute was shocked by this murderous aura, and his face became solemn, but he did not make a move, he understood that the old blind man would tell him what he wanted to know, and it was useless to ask if he didn't tell.

"This world is divided into two worlds, the world of the court and the world of monks. The extreme of the royal public can be called the emperor, and practicing himself can be the best immortal. ”

"And the monks are roughly divided into two categories: martial artists and qi practitioners, martial artists pursue the ultimate strength, and qi practitioners pursue the qi in their chests, but martial artists are trapped by qi luck, and qi practitioners are controlled by the way of heaven."

"Only sword cultivation, don't seek luck, don't fear the way of heaven, only believe in the sword in your hand. My name is Ouyang Zhen, the sword name is Frost Ridge, the sword body is not stained with blood, only the sword body is frosty at dawn. ”

"I am the son of a wealthy family in Jingzhou, and my family operates more than 30 kinds of businesses in Jingzhou, large and small, and is a first-class family in Jingzhou."

"The business field is also a battlefield, when I was seven years old, my family fell into the iron ore competition, and was wiped out by the mysterious people invited by the Liu family, at that time I was playing with a group of children outside, and when I went back, home was no longer home."

"I entered the realm of qi at the age of eleven, entered the realm of mountains and seas at the age of eighteen, and was already in the realm of stopping water at the age of twenty-six. But when I carried the sword to find the enemy, he had already washed his hands in a golden basin, hugged his grandson, and lived for the rest of his life. ”

"I remember it was a cloudy day, my hand holding the sword was trembling all the time, I looked at the enemy and the child, I knew that with just one sword, I could avenge the blood of the dead family, but I didn't do it for a long time, I was afraid, but I was not afraid of the old man, you know, I was afraid of the child. His eyes widened and he asked, uncle, who are you? ”

When the little mute heard this, his mood became depressed, which also reminded him of his father and mother, and of the gang of mountain bandits, so his eyes were red and he was panting.

"But I still did it, I snatched the child from his hands, blindfolded him, and with just one sword, it turned out to be the person who ruined my life, I knocked the child unconscious, left him at the door of his house, and left." The old blind man was already in tears.

The old blind man said it very easily, but at that time, the sword was surging with aura, and the sword not only killed one of the top ten masters in the past, but also the chief soul destroyer of the assassin - Broken Nothing.

Within a radius of more than twenty miles, the wall collapsed, and the layers of dark clouds were also split by that sword.

"The sword qi winds for twenty miles, and spring rain is not allowed to fall in the world." Later, there was a poet Immortal Prince Hao's poem commented.

Since then, Ouyang Zhen has squeezed into the tenth seat of the world's martial arts evaluation.

Later, Ouyang Zhen went to Northern Xinjiang to challenge the third in the world, Ma San, who was a demon who practiced his own qi and blood with a city of people.

People don't know what kind of earth-shattering battle took place in that city, only that three days later, Ma San's head was hung at the head of the city and buried tens of thousands of innocent people.

When someone went, the mountains and rivers not far away were shattered, and the highest snow-capped mountains in the area were cut off in unison.

"The sword rises in the wind and snow, and dares to call the green mountains not white." Prince Hao, a poet who never composes poems for others, wrote two poems for him for the first time.

Since then, sword cultivator Ouyang Zhen has firmly established the status of the world's martial arts review and exploration flower.

"But after stabbing the enemy, I found that life has no meaning, so I sent my love to the mountains and rivers and visited the famous mountains and rivers. Kendo also became more and more sophisticated, and I entered the immortal realm when I was twenty-nine years old. It was also in that year that I met my best friend, and he asked me if I had the ability to do something about this precarious world. ”

"Later, I went through a lot of things, and finally stumbled here, guarding this grave all over the ground, and guarding my unbearable past."

Seeing that the old blind man was sad, the little mute hurriedly sat down beside him and held his hand tightly.

When the old blind man saw the little mute's past, he felt like he had felt at the beginning, so he accepted the little mute as an apprentice.

"Soon, I'm going back to the rivers and lakes, before that, I'm going to help you cure your mute, and you're willing to learn swords from me?" When the little mute heard that the old blind man was leaving, he shook his head again and again, and his hand grasped him tighter, and tears fell on the old blind man's hand.

"Idiot, how can there be a feast in the world that will not be dispersed? You can't just nest on this barren mountain for the rest of your life as a night watchman, the world is so big, you must go out to see the snow in the north, the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and the majestic ..... of the five mountains" The old blind man put his hand on the little mute's head and said softly.

"I still have a year, this year we will go to find someone, only that person has the means to cure your mute, and I will teach you my swordsmanship on the way."

"The sword of our generation is a murderous sword and a saving sword, and only by killing bad people can we save good people. If you don't have the ability, you can't do anything, all you believe in is the sword in your own hand. The old blind man said, handed the frost ridge to the little mute, and said in a solemn tone: "From today onwards, you will not be separated from this sword, and when you can get used to this sword like your own hands, I will teach you to practice the sword." ”

The little mute took it, but still in tears, he wrapped the sword in a strip of cloth and carried it on his back, took the old blind man's hand and wrote, "Where are you going to go in the future?" Can you take me with you, I promise to practice my sword well and not be burdensome. ”

"Run'er, what everyone has to do, that's my business, not your business, you can rest assured that I will come back to you after I finish these things.

When the time comes, Master will take you to the places where Master went when he was young, and find a beautiful daughter-in-law for you to have a big fat boy. ”

"But where are you going to find me in the future, the world is so big, why don't I stay here and wait for you to come back."

"It doesn't have to be like this, when the osmanthus blooms, I will come back, and I will make you osmanthus cake to eat when the time comes, which is a specialty of my hometown."

The old blind man sang the ballad of Chu Di as he spoke: "The little lady under the osmanthus tree, pick up the stone pestle and pound the osmanthus, the osmanthus is fragrant, and the lady ......is beautiful."

When the little mute saw that the old blind man had made up his mind, he knew that it was going to rain, and the old blind man could stop it, and the old blind man wanted to go, and only he could stop it.

But I can't be so selfish, I must become stronger, so that I can fall from the sky when the old blind man is attacked by the enemy in the future.

Thinking of this, the little mute laughed again, the child is so good, he can't keep his sorrow.

The moon outside the window is a single shadow, and the master and apprentice in the window are old and young.

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