Since Ren Pingsheng went to Nantou to send sacrifices, he has never returned. All kinds of people in Si'an Village inevitably have to mumble in private, each with their own reactions.

The master Ren Chongshan and his distant cousin Ren Jingping suffered a lot. But thinking that it is only a hunter who has been favored by the clan for generations, but has not contributed much, he can also be a little self-comforting.

After a few days, the hunter came back alone and brought a lot of hunting, and the people of the clan felt a little disgusted - this was all aggravating the karma of killing.

For several days, the hunters were busy preparing the fields during the day and sowing seeds and disposing of the meat and skins they had hunted at night. If the bridge is to be rebuilt in the village, of course, he also needs someone to help move rocks and soil.

The strange thing is that ten years have passed, and the hunter's son has never appeared, and the hunter Ren Qiang has not even paid attention to it.

Anyway, when encountering it every day, the hunters are all silent and lukewarm, and the joy and sorrow are invisible.

The more this happened, the more the villagers became agitated. They were almost certain that Ren Pingsheng must have been killed by that monster. At that time, he was assigned to Nantouling to deliver sacrifices, although no one dared to mention it, but over time, everyone took this matter for granted.

In the following month, there were still young people in the village, accompanied by their fathers with swords, who went to Nantouling to deliver sacrifices. It's just that when I came back, I said something extremely strange. The sacrifices that Ren Pingsheng sent last time hadn't been touched at all, and they were all moldy and smelly. The mountains around the Lingjun Temple were burned to the ground, but there were no human and animal corpses.

Such a vision once again caused an uproar in the village. There are good deeds in a group, and they have the courage to go to Nantouling a few times, and some of them are even bolder, and they even crouched there for two days and two nights, and they have never seen anything strange.

As a result, the villagers were even more sure that the demon in Nantouling must have been caused by a hunter who had killed a lot of evil. The ominous boy died, and the evil was gone.

However, the collapse of the bridge in the village is still an indelible shadow in the hearts of the villagers in Si'an Village.

Strange to say, since the collapse of the Yingsheng Bridge, the entire plain has ushered in a great drought that has not been encountered in a century. It was supposed to be the late spring and early summer season, but there was never a drop of rain.

Chunrun directly turned into autumn dryness, and the grass and trees in the mountains were mostly withered and yellow. Moreover, around the ten miles and eight towns, wildfires were connected to smelt the mountains.

In the remote mountainous area of the northwest, there is a stockade full of wooden houses, which was burned into the village by the wildfire, and the granaries of the whole village houses were burned down!

All villages and villages, as well as wealthy families from all over the country, have sent people to Shanghe Village, and hired Langshang Taoist Master to pray for blessings in this village and dispel evil spirits.

The schedule of the Taoist Master Langshang is almost scheduled for the next year. The messenger of Si'an Zhai was a step slower, and he had already given a deposit, but he could only set it until the beginning of autumn. As for Ren Chongshan's family who wants to invite another ritual alone, it will have to wait until after the Spring Festival.

It's really a wave of unsettled, and a wave is even more intense!

Si'an Zhai people, from now on, whenever the road is strong, they will be far away, for fear of being contaminated with the slightest bad luck. As for Ren Pingsheng's disappearance, he has long been without any guilt.

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After the grass grows and the warbler flies, the trees are shady again, and the mountain flowers have passed, and the branches and melons and fruits are seen.

It's been a long time since Ren Pingsheng has been to the White Ape Cave to ask for a sword. The musk danguo in the canyon below the mountain has already been picked and eaten by himself.

The boy's hair has grown a lot, and he has no time to take care of it, so he braids it with a mountain vine on the back of his head.

He drew his sword in the cave of the mountain cliff day and night.

Every sword is full of anger!

Anger, anger, anger, rage, rage......

From the imposing to the invisible.

From the ups and downs of the heart, to the waves.

Then a sword was swung out, and the heaven and earth that needed to bear the anger of the young man changed color!

- Heavenly Wrath.

Hunters have been passed down from generation to generation, and they are all accumulating anger with a life as humble as a mustard seed, a life as transient and impermanent as the morning dew.

It is said that for tens of thousands of years, there has never been that heavenly wrath.

Every generation of hunters is waiting for a descendant who is born to know. Therefore, the children of hunters' families, until the age of fourteen, are never sent to school.

But for tens of thousands of years, no one has ever seen a trace of the Ren family hunters.

In this Si'an Village, every generation of hunters is waiting for a child who can pull out an iron sword from the pillar.

Ren Qiang tried, Ren Qiang's father tried, and his father's father......

None of them were able to pull the iron sword out of the severed headpost.

Ren Pingsheng did it, so just like the legend that only hunters know, the stone bridge collapsed.

The boy didn't know if it was summer or autumn.

From his resentful father to his somewhat admired father, he has never appeared again. But it doesn't matter, I've been used to it for so many years, and he is more comfortable when he's at home alone.

What Ren Pingsheng didn't know was that every half a month, a middle-aged hunter would appear on the cliff and near the entrance of the cave.

The hunter Ren Qiang heard the young man's increasingly smooth sword momentum from the sound of the iron sword, from the silence of the sword, he heard the slowness of the sword momentum, and then from the air tearing, he heard the incomparable disease of the slow sword......

Finally, he saw a burst of rich sword intent burst out from beyond the entrance of the cave, causing violent ripples in the vast void.

On the edge of the iron sword, when a sword move was exhausted and not finished, a blue flame appeared, like lightning. That Yajiang Demon Pill has been almost refined. As for the size and power of the blue flame in the future, it all depends on the degree of nurturing and fullness of its own fire mansion, which is the water mill work of many years and months.

The middle-aged hunter burst into tears as he stared at the ripples of the void that stirred up.

He climbed to the top of heaven, reverently knelt down to the dust, and bowed down to the ground. He did not worship the heavens, but faith and the sword......

When the hunter looked up again, he saw a pair of white fluffy legs and feet. On the white hair, there are blood stains.

He stood up and looked up at the tall white ape in front of him.

The big white ape looked aggrieved, panting, and was covered in white long hair, which was messy and bloodstained at this time. Fortunately, it's all flesh and skin wounds.

Ever since he saw that earth-shattering sword intent, the hunter knew what might happen in the next moment in the White Ape Cave.

This time I asked the sword, but Ren Pingsheng took out the sword and collected the sword, and it was over.

The iron sword came out of its sheath, and the monstrous sword intent burst out, instantly filling the entire space in the White Ape Cave. Cutting through the void, the shadow of the sword that came slowly was everywhere, like a stormy wave.

Before Ren Qiang took out his sword, the white ape still had a way to deal with it, and at this time, it finally realized that it had no power to fight back. No matter where you dodge, there is sword intent, and wherever you hit, there is a sword shadow.

Wherever you retreat, there is anger!

In fact, it had long wanted to admit defeat and quit, but the ubiquitous sword intent forced it to continue to dodge and fight back.

The white ape couldn't see clearly that the tip of the sword had hit that part of his body, and he couldn't see how many times it had hit. I only saw all over the body, the white hair was scattered, the skin burst a little bit, and then the blood splattered, staining the whole body with white hair, all stained with blood.

Finally waiting for the young man to put away his sword, the white ape fled the cave in a hurry, and followed a familiar breath to the top of heaven. It saw the hunter who was prostrately prostrating.

Ren Pingsheng walked slowly towards the top of the mountain, his steps were even, and his face was as calm as water. He saw that on the top of heaven, a man and an ape were sitting side by side, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

When the white ape saw the boy coming, he lowered his head and whistled softly, and the whistling was full of fear.

On his father's face, there was a look that a teenager had never seen before.

"It's called Dabai, and I should have introduced you to you a long time ago, otherwise there would have been no misunderstanding between you and Nantouling before. But since you don't know each other if you don't fight, it's not too late. That Yajiang Demon Pill, even if it is unintentional, even if it is a meeting gift from Dabai. ”

It turned out that many years ago, Ren Qiang had found a seriously injured white ape on the high cliff of the snowy mountain, and dragged down the big guy who was at least dozens of times heavier than himself step by step, and cured its injuries.

The boy hesitated for a moment, and finally smiled apologetically at the white ape......

"By the way, didn't you say that no one has ever been able to go up to the snow-capped mountains on all sides?" Ren Pingsheng asked curiously.

"At that time, I thought that if one day the son of a hunter of my generation could draw the iron sword of the Yingsheng Bridge, then he would eventually cross the Mountain of No Return and go to the vast world below the mountain, so I went to explore the way in advance. It's just that with my ability, I still can't reach the top. Ren Qiang said with regret.

"Our ancestors, there were nine people who supported each other, came up from the mountain, climbed over the 10,000-year-old ice and snow of the Mountain of No Return, and only three people were able to walk to this plain alive. ”

"Dad, why are the snow-capped mountains on all sides called the Mountains of No Return?" Ren Pingsheng asked.

Ren Qiang looked at the continuous snow ridges in the north with his eyes, and sighed: "Looking at us here, it is the snow-capped mountains in the southeast, northwest, and northwest. But from the bottom of the mountain outside, in fact, the snow-capped mountain is just one. At the foot of the mountain, there are dozens of counties. Since ancient times, there is a saying that even if someone can go up this mountain, no one can go back. Therefore, it is called the Mountain of No Return, known as the end of the Xuanhuang world. ”

The young man was quite uneasy in his heart and said, "In that case, why do I have to go down?"

"Because, you have that sword. Ren Qiang retracted his gaze and looked at Ren Pingshengdao.

"Oh......"

Ren Qiang pointed in the direction of Si'an Village, sighed and said, "The ancestor of the Ren family is running for his life because of this sword. As for the origin of this sword, no one knows. What we know is that even if we take the initiative to dedicate the sword to the Taiyi Sect and the Ren family, we will still inevitably destroy the clan!"

"The Tragic Heaven Sword Technique can only be passed down from generation to generation by the hunter's family. Listening to the words handed down by the ancestors, there is no generation of hunters who have really cultivated this Sorrowful Heaven Sword Dao inheritance. ”

"When we arrived in Si'an Village, our ancestors passed down the teachings, as long as someone can pull out this iron sword from the pillar, they should be sent down to the mountain of no return, looking for their own avenue opportunities, and they will be guided by others to solve the mystery of the Ren family's tragic heavenly swordsmanship. ”

"Who will be the person who will guide me in the future?" Ren Pingsheng said with great surprise, "In addition to the hundreds of people in Si'an Village, there are also Fucha people in Shanghe Village, will there be anyone else who will recognize us." ”

Ren Qiang said: "They won't recognize you and me, but they will definitely recognize this sword." Therefore, when you go down the mountain in the future, you must be careful everywhere. As for now, don't think so much. The top priority is to practice the sword well. ”

"Let's go, go home. Ren Qiang stood up, patted the dust on his body and said, "Go back for a few days, make some preparations, and you will come back to practice swords with Dabai." The day you complete the seventeen postures is when you go down the mountain. ”

"Dad, isn't it the eighteenth style?"

"The last sad day, Dad can't teach you. ”

"Then who can teach?"

"I don't know. ”

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