The warm sunlight in the early morning sprinkled under the high and low eaves of Si'an Village, plating the green hill pavement of the house alley with a layer of gold.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, and for the mountain farmers who are busy in the middle of summer, this is the time to sweat like rain in the fields. But today, almost all the men, women and children of the village are gathered in front of the simple rammed thatched hut at the outermost entrance of the village.

Because it is far away from the densely populated area, the open space in front of this hut is also very wide. It is advisable to gather a crowd and to duel.

But all the people present here are here to see the excitement, or in other words, most of them are here to seek peace of mind, but what they are seeking may be a greater sorrow.

Yesterday, the yellow-mouthed child of this poor family took the recognized kendo seeds of the three clans with a shocking sword, and wantonly humiliated, so that his sword heart was damaged.

This kind of thing will not be quiet because it is getting late. When the clansmen had leisure to rest, it was even more popular, and the pot exploded in the village.

It's too much, but the family, young and old, except for the elders and close relatives of the parties' families, in fact, few people feel that the three children are pitiful. The bullying and humiliation that the young man who came out of the sword has suffered in his life is far more than that. Even most of the people in the clan used to enjoy it.

So most of the people who watch the excitement now are panicked and trembling. This pair of hunter father and son, now they don't know where to cultivate the anti-heaven sword technique, if they really take revenge, which family and which family dare to say that they can completely get rid of it?

The hunter sat at a table in a simple living room with a wide open door. Breakfast was eaten at dawn, and if it was usual, the two of them were already busy in the fields. It's just that since there is something to do today, let's wait.

The boy made his father a cup of coarse tea, using old tea leaves that he picked when he was hunting in the mountains. In the past few days, the hunter has finally drunk the tea of his son's filial piety for more than ten years. When swallowed in one mouth, the tea is mellow and the tongue is sweet.

The crowd outside the door was crowded, boiling. Separated by a wall, inside the house is another world of tranquility.

The crowd surged like water, opening a crack. A man with a sword dressed in a luxurious white dress with a golden silk shoulder ridge grabbed the ears of two and a half boys and dragged them in. It wasn't until they entered the crowd that the two teenagers' ears were pulled red before they were let go.

The two teenagers began to be busy gently rubbing the ear chakra that seemed to be a little fatter, without saying a word.

The man in white, with a sword aura, spilled with his gestures.

Only the number one swordsman of the whole clan would emit such a strong sword aura.

It was all passed down by the clansmen, and Ren Chongshan never cared about this kind of false name. Since the day he first held the sword, he only cared about the purity of the sword, the strength of the sword qi, and the level of the realm.

He has always asked of his son and students in the same way.

It's just that under the big tree, everyone will only think of enjoying the shade instead of planting trees. This kind of thing is the same for men, women, and children.

Ren Chongshan never thought that one day, he would argue with the hunter father and son.

But today he came, with a sword and anger.

The son and the distant cousin who worshiped the door cowered and refused to go out, and he also grabbed his ears.

"Xingzhi School has a heavy responsibility, and I came to visit and ask for advice. Ren Chongshan stood in front of the door, and this greeting was spoken as usual. With his status, no matter who he visits, he only needs to register his own number, which is the supreme respect for the main family.

"Pingsheng, find out the bamboo whip for me. "There was the sound of a hunter's urn in the room.

"Dad, didn't you say that after learning the sword, you won't fight?" The young man's business was crisp, and everyone outside the house could hear it.

The hunter took a puff of the pipe in his hand, spit out the clouds and muttered, "You can skip the sword practice." But why don't you keep a dog, which child doesn't have a dog? This time it's good, there are people outside asking for advice, and I don't know which one to ask for, why don't you get a dog to teach him, do you want to go?"

"My name is Ren Pingsheng, not a puppy. ”

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The voices of the father and son in the house fell outside the door, and the crowd was silent, and the ridicule of the father and son in the house, as well as the shocking and cruel words said by the young man yesterday, made everyone's palms pinch a handful of greasy sweat.

The white-clothed swordsman's face was blue and white. In this Si'an Village, even in the ten miles and eight towns of this wilderness, he has never been ignored like this.

He was reluctant to break in with a sword, because that would be even more dishonorable. So standing in front of the door, the swordsman's situation is even more embarrassing.

Fortunately, the boy came out, carrying the spindle-like iron sword.

Ren Chongshan's eyes contracted, and under his calm face, he didn't know how much anger was already hidden, but he just pointed lightly at Ren Changji and Ren Chongdao, who were rubbing their ears in front of the crowd, and said lightly: "I don't beat children, as long as you make amends to them and hand over the iron sword, I will let you go." But your father is a calamity to the country, and he is unforgivable. Let him come out. ”

Ren Pingsheng tilted his head to look at him, like looking at a monster, but he didn't answer, just turned his face sideways and said to the house: "Dad, I didn't have a dog, but I really made a mistake." ”

"What do you mean by being wrong?"

Well, the boy suddenly remembered that there doesn't seem to be such a thing in this world.

Ren Chongshan's face sank, and he was very cold, and he glanced around at the gathered crowd.

There were some things he didn't like to say, but the meaning was obvious. It is obvious to all that it is a teenager looking for death.

"Alright then, I'll take you an arm. Ren Chongshan slowly drew his sword out of the sheath, and explained it like this, which can be regarded as maintaining the swordsman's temperament.

"To be fair, I'm going to take only one of your arms today. Ren Pingsheng said lightly.

Ren Chongshan didn't speak again, because he felt that there was too much nonsense today. So he drew his sword.

Once the sword light spilled out, it was a large patch, flickering and coming from the sky.

It is like the sun shining down, pervasive, and like a surging flood, it is indestructible.

The sword of the first swordsman is indeed not the same as the fancy moves of those three proud disciples.

Except for when he was teaching swords, no one had ever seen Ren Chongshan really play a sword on weekdays, so everyone felt that the so-called number one swordsman should be a little stronger than himself.

If I had a pampered family background and could concentrate on sword training, I might not be the number one swordsman.

But now with a flash of the sword, everyone knows that they are wrong. Couldn't be more wrong.

No matter who it is, it will be ground into a pulp of flesh in that sword light.

It's a sword that can't be dodged, just like you can't hide from a ray of sunlight where there's no cover.

Now no one worries about the young man's arm, only about whether the corpse that is about to fall will look too terrifying.

The timid one had already covered his eyes with his hands, leaving only a few thick fingers. People who haven't seen a fight for their lives in hundreds of years don't want to see this kind of scene.

Therefore, the strong bully the weak, the strong bully the weak, and the crowd bullies the lonely, all of them are fun.

Since yesterday, no one has had any fun.

From this day on, people will understand that it was a tragedy.

It was a tragedy indeed. Because the boy didn't dodge. And he also took out his sword, a lightless sword shadow, drawn from the sheath behind his back. Concise and pure, it will be drawn out, not slow or sick.

The deep sword shadow, lingering with a blue flame, touched the sword light like Bai Lian, and people saw a very strange scene.

The sword light, which was as grand as mountains and rivers hanging upside down, began to crack and shatter once it touched the blue sword shadow. In that sword light, the blue sword shadow split a canyon alive!

The sword shadow condensed, the sword light shattered, and the blood light splashed.

A white arm flew out and fell to the ground, and blood began to splatter out of the fracture. It was Ren Chongshan's left hand, not his sword-wielding right hand.

"I'm younger, so I should give way to the older ones, so I'll just take my left hand. Ren Pingsheng's sword has been returned to the sheath, and he said lightly.

Ren Chongshan's face was as white as earth, the sword had fallen to the ground, because his left arm was broken at the shoulder, and the blood was pouring out, he wanted to free his right hand and struggle to cover the bloody mouth. The two teenagers who had been pulled by the ears had already run to him, their faces covered with tears, sobbing and scrambling to help plug the blood.

"Ren Pingsheng, you are really an ominous person, you make the whole village unhappy. Ren Changji howled and cried, but finally collected enough courage to dare to scold the enemy.

Ren Chongshan's eyes were in a trance, and he had gradually felt that his eyelids were very heavy and he was weak after losing too much blood. The crowd was chaotic, some people were gossiping, some people wanted to help but didn't know how to help.

"I'll do it. The sound of an urn sounding out of the urn suppressed all the noise. The scene saw the hunter, who was already too familiar and too unfamiliar, come out of the house, carrying a black ceramic medicine jar and a bundle of light cotton cloth.

The hunter picked up the severed arm on the ground, and Ren Pingsheng had already brought a plate of black-brown potion from the middle of the house. It was as if the hunter's house had all these things, or rather, they had been prepared for this scene.

The hunter washed the wound on Ren Chongshan's severed arm with the black-brown potion and attached it to the broken arm, the boy had already passed a curved silver needle, and tied the thread washed with the black water at the end of the needle, and the hunter began to stitch up the skin of the broken arm......

One big and one small, you come and go, like flowing clouds and water, seamless.

In a matter of moments, the severed arm had been engaged, and the wound had been wrapped in the gray powder taken out of the clay pot. The entire arm has been pinned and shaped with a splint and hung from the neck with a cotton cloth.

This kind of miraculous healing technique of the combination of broken arms has not been seen or even heard of.

But the father and son are very skillful in doing it.

This kind of thing, before Ren Pingsheng practiced swords, he had already done a lot in the mountains, but the objects were all injured birds and beasts. At that time, if he did a little poorly, he would inevitably be whipped by his father.

Because some prey is worth more than it is dead.

Fortunately, at this time, Ren Chongshan was already in a semi-comatose state, and after applying those black-brown potions, the wound was not very painful, so he let the father and son adjust it, and there was no resistance.

By the time everything was ready, the wounded man did not know whether he was unconscious or asleep, his eyes were closed and his face was pale.

Everyone whispered, but no one dared to interfere.

Ren Qiang ordered three close teenagers to help the injured person sit up, and then with lightning speed, he suddenly shook his hand and struck at the head of the unconscious Ren Chongshan.

Palm hit Baihui, that's a fatal way to play, not to mention that the other party is still an unconscious injured person!

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, Ren Chongshan woke up leisurely after that palm blow!

"What kind of magic method is this?"

"If you don't do it well, it's a 'great drink'. Listening to the legend of the old man, there is an unfathomable Taoist sect outside the mountain, and the secret method of 'stick drinking' is a supreme method that only those mysterious Taoist cultivators can understand. ”

"No, we haven't heard of any sects in our ten miles and eight towns. ”

"This is true, according to the old legends, hundreds of years ago, our Ren family came from outside, and the Ren family was driven and killed by those Taoist sects, and only a few people were left to arrive in this place isolated from the outside world. ”

"Yes, I also heard from the older generation in my family that there is Taoism in the vast world outside. It's just that stick drinking is not a supreme method, just a small means for the master to assist the apprentice in his cultivation. ”

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There are different opinions, what happened in Si'an Village in the past two days is not a slap in the face to the Ren family, who have been in seclusion and have been in the world for hundreds of years.