The vision of heaven and earth caused by the birth of the Sword of Sorrow Heaven is only one place that people cannot see.

That place is also said to be the blind spot of the Taitian Court overlooking the earth, which is the plain on the mountain where Si'an Village is located.

Therefore, Ren Pingsheng, the young man who pulled out the rusty iron sword strip in the stone, did not know that so many touching things had happened in the sky and on the ground.

On the plain, a thin figure, dragging a huge broad-bladed iron sword that was extremely incongruous with the petite body, ran desperately.

He wants to stay away from this vast plain where he squatted in the grass and soothed, so that people could see two white buttocks from afar.

Several of the largest black dogs had already run out of the village alley, roaring all the way to the river. The thin boy who was running away in the distance saw it in his eyes, and he became even more anxious, gritting his teeth and exerting his strength again, in the vast wilderness, the wind under his feet.

In any case, he could not let the villagers see it.

Ren Pingsheng had already done his best, and just as he was about to lose his strength and fall, he ran to a dense place in the grass near the edge of Daze. At this juncture, it can be caught up with the moment when the villagers rush out of the village with a wide field of vision.

The grass here is still not high, but it is enough for the young cat to hide his body.

There are many dogs in the village, and he must rush to the edge of the cloud-covered Daze on the east side of the meadow, and use the shallow water meadow to eliminate the traces of his breath before he can find a place to hide and rest.

Whether it's tracking or evading tracking, this kind of thing, he does more than eating and.

To live in that situation, learning this skill is not his choice, but his fate.

In the Xingzhi Academy, those freshly dressed and sword-fighting young men, under the leadership of Master Ren Chongshan, rushed to the front and rushed towards the place where the stone bridge collapsed.

It was also Ren Pingsheng who was a thief and was too nervous. To tell the truth, the enthusiastic reaction in the village was mainly the movement of the collapse of the stone bridge, which was too shocking, and everyone did not know why, so they called each other in a panic and went out of the village to deal with it.

When they rushed to the entrance of the village, they found that the old stone bridge over the river had collapsed, and there was not even any slag left.

The old and young gathered in the place where the bridge was originally the head, and the older ones couldn't help but think of the ancient legend related to the stone bridge.

When everyone was at a loss, the old patriarch, on the crutches of the old mountain vine, walked out of the crowd, walked to the river, and looked at the bridge stones in the broken river, with a solemn face and did not say a word. Then, the old patriarch suddenly knelt down in the dust and bowed to the ground again and again.

Seeing this, the villagers behind him followed suit. At the head of the road by the river, a large number of villagers who came one after another fell to their knees in an instant. Even those half-grown children who came with the intention of watching the excitement were also bowed down by the adults in the family.

It's a pity that such a spectacular scene, Ren Pingsheng, who was busy running for his life, can no longer see it.

A bright moon, hanging high in the endless night, looking down on the world, shining in the mountains, sitting on the stone with his hands and knees in his hands.

Ren Pingsheng had the rusty iron sword strip lying horizontally at his feet.

Today, I ran all the way, not to mention more than 30 miles, before I arrived in this mountain field.

The plains can't hide, and the swamps can't stay for long, so he can only run to the mountains first.

The night is long, and the thoughts are long.

The corners of Ren Pingsheng's mouth turned up, and on his stubborn face, the two eyes were cold, just like the cold night moon who didn't care about the suffering of the world.

"The sword move on the railing of the stone bridge will never be seen again. The boy's thoughts returned to reality from the past, and he sighed, "Fortunately, after three years of study, I already remember it." ”

He picked up the sword strip on the ground, and took advantage of the moonlight to make a set move. Every move, from the lifelike posture and demeanor, to the demeanor of each relief figure, the soul and mind that the young man sensed, in the past three years, he has imitated and refined it thousands of times.

It's just that carving is carving after all, and after three years of hard training, I have never been able to turn those postures into sword moves. Every shot, the body is twisted, especially one of the styles, the lower left corner of the railing is inscribed with the word "sad sky", head and foot, sword splitting the earth. And no matter how you hit it, the key is, what is the use of eggs?

Again and again, again and again, stumbling, stumbling and stumbling, until again exhausted and soaking wet. Ren Pingsheng stood with his sword in both hands, looking around blankly.

"Ren Ji * Ji, one day, Lao Tzu will use this iron sword in his hand to beat you to your knees and beg for mercy three hundred times, and then cut off your hands and cut off the tongue in your crow's mouth. Ren Pingsheng didn't have the strength to practice swords, so he roared at the night sky.

Dozens of miles away from people, he is not afraid of being heard.

Ren Ji * Chicken's real name is Ren Changji, the son of the first swordsman Ren Chongshan, who is one year older than Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Ji * Ji once said wildly that one day, he would beat Ren Pingsheng to his knees and beg for mercy.

- Because all the boys of the same age in the village have beaten Ren Pingsheng, and all the children who have beaten Ren Pingsheng know that the guy who can't beat anyone never begs for mercy.

Ren Ji * Ji once slept on his head after beating Ren Pingsheng down once, and said a sentence, "Only people who want to learn swords and have a bad brain, and are too cheap and stupid to learn swords, will think that the railing carving is a set of swordsmanship." ”

The night breeze was blowing, and the boy who had finished sweating finally felt a little cold.

"If you want to defeat others, you must first have the courage and not be afraid of being beaten. A deep man's voice pierced the silence of the moonlit night in the mountains, "Many years ago, I hoped that this sword would fall into your hands. ”

Every time he heard this voice that was too familiar to be familiar, a chill felt in the boy's heart, except this time.

He bowed down calmly, his hands lying on the stone where he had rested.

Unusually, he didn't take the initiative to open his pants and reveal his bare butt as before, in order to avoid a few lashes.

Ren Pingsheng waited quietly, not knowing which bamboo whip it would be, scratching blood marks on his buttocks. Only this time, all he was waiting for was two crackles, not heavy, just patting. It's not so much a punishment as a greeting.

"Don't fight, get up and sit down. The hoarse man said, "The bridge collapsed?"

"Hmm. There was no beating, and Ren Pingsheng didn't think it was a surprise, he answered with his nose, got up and sat down on the stone, with his back to the man's side, and did not put down the sword in his hand.

The man is the hunter Ren Qiang, Ren Pingsheng's father, but since he was eight years old, Ren Pingsheng has never called him "Dad" again.

Ren Qiang has been a hunter for decades, and he is the best at tracking, so it is not surprising that he can easily find such a child as himself. Unexpectedly, didn't he hunt in the northwest mountains for several days, how could he appear here so coincidentally?

It's just that Ren Pingsheng didn't plan to ask, so Ren Qiang didn't say it.

Ren Pingsheng felt that one shoulder was slapped a few times by a hard object like a wooden stick, and then he heard the voice of the man behind him: "Send you something, do you want to?"

Ren Pingsheng looked sideways, and on his shoulder, there was a scabbard wrapped in a thick gauze net. The scabbard was old and blackened, and although the moonlight was dim, the blackened sheath could still be seen, and the wood was hard and fine.

Without saying a word, he reached out and took the scabbard off his shoulder. The wire mesh wrapped around the scabbard looks dirty, and it hasn't been untied and washed for many years.

The mesh of the wire mesh is not small, but it is wrapped layer by layer, and the ancient scabbard, which is already relatively wide, is wrapped to the thickness of a calf, and the wooden scabbard can be sealed tightly, except for the sheath, without revealing any wood color.

Ren Pingsheng inserted the iron sword strip in his hand into the sheath, and the threads were seamed, as if it was tailor-made! The young man's face finally showed a look of surprise, and he turned his head to look at the man behind him.

Under the moonlight, Ren Qiang's simple and unpretentious face had a flat expression, as if everything was taken for granted.

One big and one small, just silent. Ren Qiang took out a shiny bamboo pipe from the cloth belt around his waist, lit a bag of cigarettes, and then spit out the smoke ring and said, "If you have a question, just ask." ”

Although he felt that it was unlikely, the young man finally couldn't help but ask, "The scabbard, is it originally this sword?"

"Yes. "The man didn't talk half a word of nonsense.

"But didn't the villagers say that the bridge had been built for hundreds of years?"

"Yes. ”

"The scabbard is also hundreds of years old?"

"Yes. ”

......

It's always the same two words, and after repeating it several times, the two clear eyes of the night moon boy became more and more intense. Just thinking of the rusty sword body, there was no blade at all, and the emotions that had just been stirred up by his own cranky thoughts instantly calmed down.

When Ren Pingsheng didn't ask anymore, Ren Qiang spoke: "This sword, if you want it, the sword is there." No matter what artifacts and treasures he has, he can't change them. If you can't, you can give me back the sword with the sheath now. No one will hold you accountable for drawing your sword and destroying the bridge. ”

The young man's hand holding the sword tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, struggled for a long time, and said, "I want it." ”

Ren Qiang looked at him, and the young man's eyes were firm.

Ren Qiang slowly unbuttoned his coat, took out a black soft object from the close-fitting jacket on his body, and handed it over.

"Use this to wrap the handle of the sword, wrap it thickly, and use it as a temporary hilt. It's the same as the bow handle. ”

Ren Pingsheng took the things in the man's hands, and looked at them carefully in the moonlight, only to find that it was the same dirty wire net as wrapped around the scabbard. I tried it, and the toughness of this wire mesh is not inferior to the steel wire, but it is extremely soft!

He had never seen anything like it, and he hadn't even heard anyone say it. I don't know why so many incredible things happened to a naughty boy like him in one day.

What's even more incredible is that this kind of shocking thing will come from the hands of this man one after another.

Ren Pingsheng meticulously wrapped the hilt of the sword. The man sat on the side and gave a few explanations: "This sword is so rusted that it has no blade, you have to sharpen it yourself, whether it is ten days and half a month, or ten or eight years, sharpen the blade, and the sword is yours." Not as a last resort, never untie the wire mesh from the scabbard. ”

For the first time in his life, the boy decided to keep in mind what the man said.