Sifang Village, in the middle of the village.

With the thunder, listening to the sound of the rain, the clouds and dust are in the courtyard—

Practice knives.

People, the name is Yunchen; Knife, name red dust.

When he was nine years old, his father rarely let him practice.

"Go to the village to run more, hang out, remember, don't think too much, just take a day off." Father smiled rarely, and touched Xiao Yunchen's head.

So, that day, Yunchen ran all over the village.

I went to my husband's house and saw that he was writing calligraphy; went to the entrance of the village to watch Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao play chess and fight with each other; Go to the store and watch the butcher kill the pig; went to the blacksmith shop to watch Uncle Tie strike iron, scolding while beating; went to Yonghuan's house to see him practicing guns with red eyes, with a look of adoration; Go to the creek, and Chen Wang, Xiaofan piles mud figures, catches crabs; Lying lazily on the ground, looking at the mountain behind him in a daze, looking forward to his future life......

On that day, Yunchen had a very happy life.

When he returned home in the evening, his father put a lot of weapons on the kang, including swords, and the sword was shining; There are knives, blade hunting; There are guns, and the guns are cold......

Yunchen fell in love with the knife at a glance.

The blade is dark throughout, with a blade of more than three feet and a half-inch back. It's just that there are many cracks on the knife. The whole knife exudes ominousness, which makes it impossible to avoid. It's just that Yunchen can't take his eyes off anymore.

"Dad," Yunchen held the knife, carefully stroking every crack on it, and muttered, "This knife... What is your name? ”

"Red Dust." Yun Zhan was also a little surprised, "You have to think about it, back then, he was called the magic knife by those righteous people. ”

"That's... It's—" Yunchen pressed his face against it, and a cold, fiery feeling swept through his body.

"For the sake of the people who protect a city, they were beaten like this."

"That's it." Yunchen reluctantly took his gaze off the knife and stared at his father with a firm gaze.

"I walked through the whole village today and felt the peace and warmth that I had never felt before." Yunchen seemed to be reminiscing, "I want to protect this peace and tranquility, and it has done what I want." ”

"Moreover, there is also a word 'dust' in its name, and the meaning of the name you named me Yunchen in the first place is not to hope that although I started with the dust version of the small, I will eventually rise above the clouds?"

Father smiled, "But there are thousands of square villages in the world. ”

"Then I will let these thousands, thousands and thousands, be as peaceful as Sifang Village!"

Yun Zhan looked into the distance, as if he was thinking.

Xiao Yunchen puffed up his chest.

"Why don't you go soon?!"

"Huh?"

"Go to the yard, I'll teach you how to swords." Yun Zhan burst into a shudder, but the corners of his mouth were irrepressible smiles.

"Uh..."

"Huh?"

"Alright, Daddy!"

In the small courtyard, Yunchen was holding a knife, sweat mixed with rain dripping down his face.

Calm your mind and hold the knife in both hands on your chest.

Yunchen shouted, "Leave you!" ”

Thunder and rain fall on the summer sun, dancing teenagers for nine days.

In fact, his father only taught him one set of knife techniques, and even said that he couldn't even count as knife techniques.

"Thirteen Styles of Knife Basics".

Chop, chop, pry, chop, pick, intercept, push, stab, slip, stir, collapse, point, pull.

Although there are only these basic thirteen forms, Yunchen has practiced from the age of nine to today. From the very beginning, I couldn't grasp the strength and balance, and my nose was blue and my face was swollen, and now the knife is like nothing in my hand, and I am never absent from the wind, frost, rain and snow.

Now, this basic thirteen style has long been familiar with it, and it can even be used to perform some combos at will. As for the higher sword technique...... Dad said that in the future, he will go through the rivers and lakes and realize it himself.

"That Yun family boy, are you at home?" There was a noise outside the house.

Yunchen opened the door, and there were two people standing side by side outside the door, both carrying small benches, carrying peanuts and pig's head meat.

Uncle Zhao, Uncle Wang.

Yunchen looked at the things in their hands, and was a little puzzled, "Grandpa Zhao, Grandpa Wang, you..."

"Why are you stunned and just block us out? It's still raining. ”

"Oh, oh, come in, come in." Yunchen smiled.

Inside the house, cloud dust ignites kerosene lamps. The orange candle flame dispelled a trace of darkness.

"I heard the butcher say that he will bring you delicious supplements tonight, Wang Xiong, this old guy is greedy, so he has to come over..."Uncle Zhao said with a smile.

"Zhao Mad! You drooled no less than I did! Wang Xiong made a gesture and hit the bench.

"But, Grandpa Tu he... I haven't come back yet..."Yunchen was a little puzzled, "And my father doesn't know where he went..."

"What?" Zhao Mad and Wang Xiong stood up and glanced at each other, both of them seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Quick, go find your husband, something may have happened!" The two panicked.

East of the village.

"Mother, what's wrong with my father?" Chen Wang sat at the table and looked at the woman in front of him.

Yu Chixue pinched the corners of her clothes, and her big eyes were a little puzzled and nervous.

A table of good dishes, no one moved the chopsticks, because Chen Lian was in the house.

Chen Lian in the "poof" room spat out a mouthful of blood and stared blankly at the six copper plates on the table. "How so?" Chen Lian muttered to himself, "The upper and lower hurdles are for the sake of the hexagram, and the hexagram is a big murderer." ”

"Jian, corresponding to Betelgeuse in the twenty-eight sutras, and Betelgeuse, corresponding to 'Zi', is now three o'clock in the hour..."

"Boom... Favorable to the southwest, not conducive to the northeast..."Chen Lian looked at the rolling mountains in the northeast behind the village, "When the child is shining... Yun Zhan, what the hell are you going to do? ”

The rain was heavier, and the mountain behind the village was not as handsome as usual, but under the reflection of the dark sky, it turned into a giant beast, opening its huge mouth, wanting to choose people to devour.

Outside the house, there was an urgent knock on the door.

Yunchen entered the house panting, he looked at the stunned Chen Wang and the others, didn't care about the rain on his body, and wiped his face, "I want to see Mr." ”

"Let him in." Inside the hut, Chen Lian said, his tone seemed to be unfazed.

Yunchen saluted respectfully and pushed open the door.

"Close the door."

"Sir, Grandpa Tu and my father..."

"Is it tight?"

When Yunchen closed the door and was about to ask again, Chen Lian waved his hand at him, the calm on his face was long gone, replaced by a solemn face.

"Yunchen, your father and the butcher should be in that big mountain," Chen Lian pointed to the mountains outside the window that were already a little unrecognizable, "They are in some trouble, so-" Chen Lian stared at Yunchen, "Maybe you have to go up the mountain." ”

"Me?" Yunchen pointed to himself, and then looked at the mountain that seemed extremely mysterious and strange at the moment.

"Yes, it has to be you, it has to be you." Chen Lian said solemnly.

"Okay, I'll go."

The young man dressed in white faded the fear in his eyes, and was replaced by the determination to move forward and die and survive.

"Let Wang Xiong and Zhao Madness take their weapons and guard the mountain pass. At least until the end of the day. ”

North of the village.

The old servant on the beam of the house who closed his eyes and took a nap slowly opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the back mountain, and his heart palpitated, "This breath... Is it the second grade, or the third grade? He looked at Yonghuan, who was asleep but frowned from time to time, "Alas... There is a lot of chaos..."

After the village, buried in Longshan.

An incomparably large corpse, the two of them leaned on the corpse, covered in blood, and their breath was weak, like a candle in the wind.

Dressed in a white robe and dressed in sackcloth.

Cloud War, Butcher.

"Yun Zhan, you said your son, will he come?"

"Chen Lian should be able to calculate."

"But this burial dragon mountain..."

"Will come." Yun Zhan's face was calm, but he coughed up some blood clots from time to time.

"Are you so sure?"

"Because he is my son."

"Well," the butcher shook his head and smiled, turning his head again, "you said he wouldn't come..."

"It's nothing more than death."

"Holy!" The butcher's eyes widened and he scolded, "Lao Tzu doesn't want to die yet, Yun Zhan, didn't you say that you have a backhand?" Where's his grandmother's shelf?"

"Wait." Yun Zhan looked at the Sifang Village in the clouds and mist, and closed his eyes slightly.

Mountain pass.

Wang Xiong, Zhao Mad changed his previous laughter and scolding, with a serious face, dressed in a robe, and one carrying a gun, like two door gods.

Yunchen, who was also dressed in a robe, tightened his package, held the red dust knife, and bowed to the two, "Then..."

On the road behind, there were suddenly many more orange lights.

"Cloud Dust!"

"Xiao, Xiaofan?" Yunchen looked at the figure running over.

"Yunchen, I heard that you are going up the mountain, many folks are here!"

Yue Xiaofan, Chen Wang, Yu Chixue, the mother-in-law who bought baked cakes, the farmer who cultivated the land, Uncle Qian who sold rice wine, and the cow herder......

It's all coming.

They all looked at the clouds, and many of them muttered, as if they had a thousand words, but in the end they only turned into that sentence:

"Yunchen, come back safely."

Yunchen looked at the villagers, the corners of his eyes moistened, he couldn't help nodding and bowing solemnly.

"Up the hill!"