On this day, the heavy rain was majestic and the thunder was angry.

Over the scattered mountain villages, tree-shaped lightning bolts continued. Some people say that there are monsters in the village, and God is going to kill them. Some people also say that there is a disaster star in the village, and God is going to kill the disaster star.

Although the heavy rain was heavy, it could not stop the people of the rivers and lakes from coming to explore the mountains and treasures. In the pouring rain, a drenched man walked briskly to the village, trying to find shelter from the rain.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock at the door, and the simple woman hurried to open it. When I opened the door, I saw a handsome man with a sword standing outside the door.

The big man was also shaken by the little woman who opened the door, and said in his heart that he couldn't go into the village to avoid the rain, but he didn't expect that there were such beauties in this remote mountain village.

The woman is like jade, or the rare mutton fat white jade. The chest is big, the buttocks are upturned, and the face is also beautiful.

The man in the room shouted, "me, who!"

The woman hurriedly said: "His father, I don't know this person, it's not from our village, or I want to come in to take shelter from the rain!"

The man didn't think much about it, it was normal to avoid the rain with such a heavy rain.

"him, you let him in, ask him if he has eaten, and bring him a bowl if he doesn't have any leftovers!"

The woman obediently took the man with the sword on her back to the kitchen, and the cauldron was still steaming, and the woman was about to lift the pot to serve the meal.

Who knows, the man hurriedly pushed the woman's jade hand. "Girl, I'm not hungry, I just need to take shelter from the rain here, and I'll leave when the rain stops!"

The woman hurriedly withdrew her hand and hurried out of the kitchen with her head down. At the moment when the woman turned around, the eyes of the man with the sword on his back were suddenly attracted by the heavy chest.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the thunder grew louder and louder. Suddenly, a baby's cry came from the back room. The man with the sword pricked up his ears, his faint sense creeping into the room where the baby was crying.

In a moment the baby stopped crying, and the man's consciousness came to the woman's room.

The man's breathing became more and more rapid, but after all, he was a person in the rivers and lakes, knew the rules of the rivers and lakes, and knew what he should and should not do.

But the man poured a fire on his heart, and the man who burned the fire lost his mind. Just as the little doll was asleep, a hunchbacked man came in and pushed the woman down.

The woman begged for mercy: "Husband, there are still people in the kitchen!"

The man laughed and said, "The thunder is so loud, don't scream so loudly!"

This scene just ignited the desire ~ fire that the man with the sword on his back had just suppressed ~ fire, and the desire ~ fire was menacing.

The door was pushed open, and the woman and the man inside hurriedly got up and dressed, but as soon as the clothes were picked up, a man who was wet lifted the curtain and broke in.

"Who are you ......" the man was furious.

A crisp sword roar was heard, and a large head rolled down to the stone-paved ground.

The woman rolled her eyes and fainted, and when she awoke, there was a handsome man lying asleep beside her.

At this moment, the thunder was louder, and no matter how the woman cried, the people in the village could not hear her grievances.

This rain is half a month, and the rain stops for half a month, and the thunder dissipates. The closed courtyard door was pushed open, and a man with a sword on his back looked around weakly, and galloped away. Jianghu people, a few ups and downs disappeared.

In the courtyard, the emaciated woman was finally awakened by the child's heart-rending cry.

The baby is hungry, she has to feed.

In the courtyard, there is a locust tree, and the man of the family is buried under the locust tree.

On this day, the woman who was cleaning the yard suddenly heard a crisp sound, and saw a bulging money bag rolling to her feet.

How could the woman not know who had thrown the money bag in, and she kicked it against the wall in a fit of rage, but in the evening she quickly took it in her hand.

The rice jar is empty, the child has to live, and the Lou family can't be left behind.

With money, there is rice, and with rice there is milk, and with milk, the child becomes stronger and stronger.

"Smack!"

Another bulging bag of money was thrown into the yard. Lou Xiaolou, who had just been able to speak, ran over.

"Mother, uncle is sending money again!"

At night, the big man with the sword on his back came at night.

"Knock knock!"

The woman did not respond, but the child, who had just eaten a meal, opened the door suddenly.

"Haha, Xiaolou, look what I brought you!"

"Wow, rock sugar gourd, I want to eat it!"

The big man with the sword on his back entered the hall, put the long sword on the table, and said to the woman: "My territory is getting bigger and bigger, child, you can go back to the mountain with me, Xiaolou has also reached the age of practicing martial arts and studying, and there are a few cultural people in my mountain!"

The woman did not speak, but went into the back room and began to pack up her clothes.

"Uncle, can you take the Qingmei next door with you, she is my daughter-in-law, I can't leave her!"

"Haha, it can be, but you have to wait for your daughter-in-law to grow up, and when she grows up, I will take you to pick her up!"

......

The twelve peaks of Dawu Mountain, the five peaks of the sword man alone, in recent years, as his cultivation has become higher and higher, he has occupied more and more mountains.

On this day, Lou Xiaolou, who had just turned sixteen, took a group of people to snatch Qingmei from her parents.

"Fuck, what are you crying about, you're not happy to let you be Mrs. Zhai. Ah Qiang, who strikes iron in the town, is a fart, and he only earns a lot of money in a year. Lao Tzu is a mountain, not to mention that he can earn 10,000 taels of snowflake silver a year, if it weren't for the sake of our two childhood sweethearts, I could have chopped you with a knife!"

The crying Qingmei stopped crying, she was frightened by Lou Xiaolou's words.

At night, the king's son wanted a cave room, and a group of younger brothers shouted that they wanted to make trouble in the cave room and listen to the root of the wall, so it was not lively.

The cave room spent candle nights, but the bride did not let the groom take off her clothes.

"Smack"

The crisp sound of the slap made the crowd who were hiding around and listening to the root of the wall couldn't help but give a thumbs up. Lao Tzu is a hero, and he deserves to be a big boss.

There was a crisp sound of "snort", followed by a desperate scream from the bride.

"Haha, Xiaolou is mighty, a slap starts to tear his clothes, this is a man!"

This night, the mountains were filled with the sound of falling rain.

On the second day, a young man with a flying sword suddenly fell from the sky, one person and one sword, and slaughtered the twelve peaks of Wushan with blood.

Lou Xiaolou and Qingmei escaped, and that was because when they served tea, it was the moment when the sword-stepping boy fell from the clouds.

"Xiaolou, the Xuanyin faction still found me, you two must remember not to step into the rivers and lakes for half a step, go back to the village and live a good life!"

When Lou Xiaolou looked at it puzzled, he fainted as soon as the back of his head hurt. When he woke up, he and Qingmei were lying in a wet cave.

Opening the stone door, a gust of cold wind mixed with a disgusting bloody breath, Lou Xiaolou pulled Qingmei, and piled up the corpses all over the mountain step by step.

He found his mother's body, but he didn't find his uncle's body, but he found the sword that his uncle had been carrying for many years.

He took the sword in his hand and gritted his teeth.

"Mei'er, there are immortals in this world, you can see hundreds of lives, all of them have been killed. Although there are few good people all over the mountain, my mother is not bad!"

"A woman's family, a woman who lives only for her son all her life, what do you kill her. ”

"There is no reason for heaven, the uncle is dead and dead, they all say that he killed my father and occupied my mother, but one gave birth to me and the other raised me, it's fucking flat!"

"Qingmei, what do you say I should do next, I'm used to being a king, I don't want to go back to the village to farm!"

Qingmei is an authentic little girl in a mountain village, what can she do without farming. It is said that marrying a chicken is followed by a chicken and a dog being married, since the husband said that he would not go back to the village to farm, then he would follow what he did.

The twelve peaks of Wushan have no mountain king, but there are hundreds of more graves.

Lou Xiaolou went down the mountain, relying on the cultivation of the Qi Realm to quickly lay down another mountain, and there was no way to do it from childhood to adulthood.

This time, he learned to be obedient, and there were fifty or sixty brothers in the mountain. He doesn't want to be the king of the mountain, he wants to be the head.

It is also to build a mountain gate, and it is to dig a cave.