The villages are all the same, although perhaps everyone in the village knows that there are many stories going on in the village, and all kinds of people are fighting for a little profit. But to outsiders, all villages are the same, quiet and peaceful. They seem to live alone in their own small world, except after the autumn harvest, they need to trade with the outside world, otherwise, most of the villages are in a situation of "chickens and dogs smell each other, old and dead do not get along".

The villagers live in a world of abundance, peace, tranquility, joy and contentment, and their lives are not affected by communication or non-communication, whether they interact with the outside world on a large scale or not. Everyone lives in the present moment and enjoys the moment. They love to listen to the roosters crowing every morning and the dogs barking next door. With white clouds overhead, ears to the breeze, and full enjoyment of today's tranquility and beauty.

These small villages seem to have reached the realm of "small countries and widows" as the Taoists say.

But occasionally someone goes out to trade, and the village will be lively, especially the children, who tug at the trouser legs of the person who went out, and look at him with blank eyes. The adults who went out to buy always looked at the children with doting expressions and made promises, and then pulled their legs out of the children's hands.

The aunt walked into the village with the boy, and a group of children wanted to run over, but when they saw the strange teenager behind the aunt, they stopped and didn't dare to move forward.

"Come on, come on, leave these hairy children alone, come with me and have a bowl of hot tea!" the aunt greeted him warmly.

The young man with the red giant sword on his back glanced at the children, his eyes softened slightly, but soon he seemed to think of something, and his eyes returned to coldness.

However, the aunt didn't notice all this, and she still enthusiastically made a bowl of hot tea for the young man.

The young man sat under the eaves, watching the light rain and holding tea. And the red greatsword was put aside, to tell the truth, he was not afraid of this light rain, but now he sat under the eaves and waited for the rain to stop, he didn't like the red greatsword put aside, but now, he had to carry this giant sword on his back to walk around.

The young man took a sip of tea, and the aunt on the side suddenly said, "What a handsome young man, what's your name? ”

The young man thought for a while, glanced at the aunt, and said, "My name is Xu Changan." ”

Unexpectedly, the aunt heard this "haha" and laughed: "Young man, don't talk about it, although our village is remote, there are occasional people who go out." At that time, Zhongyi Hou and Zhiyong waited to pacify Yuezhou, and the good news of the official documents was sent all over, they are big heroes, you are not the same as the one in the picture. If you don't believe it, go to the door and see, many families have asked the painter to redraw and paste these two little gods of war on the door to bless us with peace and joy!"

When the young man heard this, he was stunned.

Seeing that the lie was exposed, he could only say with some embarrassment: "My name is Jing ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the big bowl of tea in his hand shaking constantly, and the tea in the bowl was like a live fish thrown into a hot pot, constantly jumping out.

The young man put down the tea bowl, while the aunt looked frightened, panicked, and didn't know why.

He didn't pay attention to the red greatsword, didn't even look at it more, and walked directly to the entrance of the village, looking at the mountains behind the village.

The mountain, which had been only mushrooms, was now suddenly filled with animals, standing in a prominent position, roaring towards the village.

The young man's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously licked his lips.

Whenever he could smell blood, or drink the blood of an enemy, he would do this, licking his lips excitedly.

These beasts are naturally demon clans, and after the battle of the Snow Mountain, there have been fewer attacks by the demon clan on the village, but now that nearly half a year has passed, although the demon clan has attacked the village as much as before, it is not impossible to happen.

Now, it's obvious that the demon clan is coming.

A group of beasts rushed down from the mountain, and before they reached the village, they all changed from beasts to half-human forms.

The young man surnamed Jing didn't think about it, so he rushed directly towards the back mountain.

He didn't shout, he didn't let the people hide. He didn't want to save people, he just wanted to kill demons.

The two are not contradictory, but they are not so unified.

When the demon group had not yet rushed into the village, he had already rushed into the demon clan.

He leaned into his waist and drew a soft sword, his posture like that of a dancing girl, to be precise, even most of the girls in Pingkangfang could not compare. The soft sword was rippling with cyan light, and as soon as the cyan light flashed, the blood of those demon clans would splash in the air, and then sprinkle it on the ground, making the flowers behind the village even more delicate.

The posture is graceful, but the blade is unforgiving.

This is the most beautiful dance that the demon clan has ever seen, and it is also the most expensive dance.

Although this dance was performed by a man, it was like a white crane soaring in the air, and although the sword did not look domineering, the sword body did not leave a trace where the blue light passed, and the blood had fallen to the ground.

This group of demon clans is the strongest in the Huixi Realm, and in front of him as a little grandmaster, they are vulnerable.

He originally liked white.

"Killing people does not leave red, drifting away from Xi; This is the praise of Lin Haoran, the master of the Young Pavilion, for him, he was dressed in white before, killing people without leaving a trace, and white clothes were not stained with blood.

But now, in order to imitate Xu Changan, he can only wear a green shirt.

Rao is like this, and he can't allow a trace of blood on his shirt.

At this time, the rain became more and more urgent, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, and it was also like a song, a song that accompanied his "dance".

The "tune" became more and more urgent, and the raindrops became bigger and bigger.

His movements were getting faster and faster, his figure was getting more and more blurred, and the blood on the ground was increasing.

At the end of the song, the dancers are left empty.

There were corpses all over the ground, hundreds of half-humans and half-beasts, and the villagers only killed two together, and they were all injured by his sword light, and the villagers had a chance to take advantage of it.

The people looked at him spotlessly, then at his own blood-covered body, and finally they saw the awkward smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, so they collectively cheered, shouting "hero" in the air!

The easiest way for the people to show respect is to throw people high, and a group of enthusiastic men wanted to rush up, but they saw the demon killer in front of them take half a step back, and the villagers stopped in embarrassment.

At this time, several women shouted, "What are you doing? Why don't you kill chickens and sheep, a bunch of rough old men." ”

Realizing that something was wrong with them, the men immediately listened to their own women, went to gather food, and went to kill livestock. In any case, today's catastrophe was resolved by the young man in front of him, who wanted to offer his best wine and the most delicious dishes to this young man.

When the men left, several aunts immediately surrounded the young people.

"What's your name?"

"How old are you?"

"Is there a match?"

The aunts asked nonsense, but the young people couldn't resist it, so they could only say honestly: "My name is Jing Yuan, and I think of the source of drinking water." ”

Hearing this name, the aunts immediately shouted.

"Oh, our village is also surnamed Jing, called Jingmen Village, I don't know which lineage you are? Can you intermarry? Forget it, I recognize you as the eldest nephew, and when the genealogy is clear and it is determined that it is not the Jing family of the same lineage, I will marry my daughter to you. ”

As soon as they heard that someone was the first to speak, a group of aunts were unforgiving, and they all said at the same time, they all came to rob Jingyuan. I had to let him go to his house to rest and eat at night.

Jing Yuan didn't talk much, and he hadn't seen such a scene, so he was about to run away in a hurry.

It was still a few of the aunts who were sharp-eyed, no longer mentioning the matter of marriage, and hurriedly pulled him to let him not go, almost kneeling, Jing Yuan sighed, and could only stay.

When it came to dinner, the children suddenly let out a cheer, it turned out that the people who had been to the city had returned, brought them all kinds of sweets, and inquired about the recent market, what things were good to sell, what new policies the court had, and so on.

The group first went to toast with Jing Yuan, and they even made some beast meat into a delicacy. Jing Yuan couldn't excuse himself, and he wasn't good at excuses, so he could only drink, but whenever he drank it, he quietly used his mana to resolve it.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

The people all let go of Jing Yuan for the time being and began to chat.

In addition to Jing Yuan, the most popular ones are naturally those who have just returned from the city.

"Now, what kind of reform does the imperial court have, it is not allowed for officials with real power and their relatives to do business, it is not allowed to borrow high amounts, and it is not allowed to buy and sell by force. The prices on the market are all controlled by the government, and those big businessmen are going to suffer. In the past, they always lowered the price, but now the government directly gives a floor price, which only needs to be high, not low. And there are certain restrictions on land, so we'll be better off in the future. ”

When the people heard this, they shouted "Long live".

Jing Yuan's heart tugged, he knew that there were still some notices about him, although he didn't explicitly say that it was Xu Chang'an, but from the back, the portrait was no different from Xu Chang'an.

If this group of villagers recognizes it, I'm afraid it will make the young pavilion master's plan fail.

"By the way, there is one more thing, saying that when you see someone, you should be careful, the red big sword, only the back, especially like that Zhongyihou. ”

When Jing Yuan heard this, his face changed suddenly.

And when the night came, the people dispersed and went back to their homes.

Jing Yuan didn't go, and he couldn't go.

Just now a man brought him a big red sword that he didn't have with him before, and then he found a family to live in.

He finally made up his mind that everyone here had seen him and that he must die!

He was an assassin, an assassin raised by Fu Bo and the Young Pavilion Master, no one looked down on him before, and only the Young Pavilion Master and Fu Bo treated him well. What the young pavilion master ordered, the interests of the young pavilion master, he is desperate, and he has to help the young pavilion master to complete it.

He is like the bull head and horse noodles in the old woman's story, and every time he goes to a house, he reaps life.

Let them die in peace and quiet, this is Jing Yuan's last tenderness.

And the last house, inhabited by the same man who had gone to the city and returned.

"Jing Dahe, you said you can't read, why do you send you out every time the village?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Because I'm well-connected!" the middle-aged man looked proud.

", a lot of your news is fake, the first few times you were deceived by your scammer friends, many of them have lost their money, you are embarrassed to say!"

When Jing Dahe heard this, his face turned red and he muttered: "So I didn't ask them this time, they just told me what the red big sword was, it must be a lie, it must be a commendation of heroes, I told the village chief." Otherwise, how could the village chief send someone to send the long sword that Jingyuan's little hero had fallen. ”

Jing Yuan, who was in the shadows, felt a pain in his heart when he heard this.

But it was irretrievable, so he could only break into the door and kill Jing Dahe with a sword.

When the child was killed, the child did not cry, but just stared at him.

Jing Yuan thought of himself, his eyes were so similar to his original self, and he suddenly asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Jing Chu, are you a bad person, everyone in the village is dead, except me! If I don't die, I will definitely kill you in the future!"

Jing Yuan didn't know what was wrong, but when he heard this, he actually nodded and put away his long sword.

He was amazed at the child's composure and saw his own shadow.

"I'll give you a chance to take revenge, and you can also go out to publicize, but it won't be you who kills me, and the Marquis of Zhongyi will definitely come to me at all costs!" Jing Yuan's voice was indifferent, but only he knew that the hand he was holding the soft sword just now was behind him at this time, and he kept trembling.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart, and he remembered the demon clan during the day. Perhaps, he is more evil than those demon clans!

He thought of the simple people, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt a little more guilty and compassion in his heart.

"Don't worry, I'm going to kill you myself. The child named Jing Chu replied, he clenched his fists tightly at this time, his eyes were red, his lower lip had already been bitten by himself, and he looked at Jing Yuan deadly.

Jing Yuan nodded.

"I'm not going to leave the sword wound behind, I'm going to burn it here. I'll give you a chance, and if you follow me in the future, it's up to you whether you have the ability or not. Although Jing Yuan felt uncomfortable in his heart, his voice was still indifferent.

A quarter of an hour later, a fire broke out.

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Xu Chang'an, who is hundreds of miles away, still doesn't know what happened in this village.

And a stubborn child followed Jing Yuan all the way, and also went in the direction of Xu Chang'an.

Jing Yuan didn't know Xu Chang'an's whereabouts, but because of the change of Xu Chang'an's route and fate, their routes gradually coincided.

Xu Changan didn't know that in the future, there would be a child named Jing Chu who would shine on the assassins!

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In fact, these people Xu Changan met will be of great use in the future.

Lin Shan, who controls the puppet, Shen Liang, who has a good talent in Shushan, Chu Liang, who learns the art of war, Cui Wei, who has experience in fighting houses and robbing houses, and now Jing Chu, who is an assassin. Although these stories are short, they are all Xu Changan's team in the future. Of course, there are also the apprentices of the Great Sword Immortal Sword Nine in the future, Xiao Tao'er and Qi Fengjia's daughter, Qi Jianxue.