The sun at noon was so hot that everyone was so weak that they couldn't work in the fields. Ma Guan Qi is holding the bucket waist of the half-old to take a nap, very heavy, I don't know if I am having an indescribable spring dream, a pair of thin fingers, from time to time on the mother-in-law's unclothed body touch and pinch.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door, which woke up the sleeping old husband and wife.

"Which, urging life, such a monkey is in a hurry. The mother-in-law roared with a duck, and did not forget to wipe the saliva from the corners of her mouth.

"Sister-in-law, it's me, fat man six, there's something wrong with the seventh brother. A round-faced and slightly chubby man outside the door said apologetically.

"Fat six, wait, it's coming. Ma Guiqi's sick body crawled up, instantly full of energy, while lifting his pants, hurriedly went out of the house and opened the door.

The door creaked open a crack, and I saw a greasy and ruddy round face, stuffed there, with a look of surprise.

"What's the matter, it's in a hurry?"

"Seventh brother, it's a strange thing. The hunter's boy is back!"

"What......" Ma Guiqi, that is, Ren Chongshan's cousin Ren Jingping, didn't dare to believe his ears.

"Ren Pingsheng, that kid is still alive. It's back, it's alive, it's spirited, and it can kill a cow. "Fat man Liudao. The fat man's sixth name is Ren Jingqiu, and he ranks sixth in the clan house. It is rare for a swordsman to gain weight, so although Ren Jingqiu is only slightly fat, he is nicknamed Fat Man Six.

Ren Jingping swallowed his saliva heavily, shocked himself, patted Fat Zi Liu's shoulder and said, "Brother, what should you do, don't be quiet; I'll go to my eldest nephew first. ”

Ren Jingping said that, he quit Fat Zi 6 and hurriedly walked to Xingzhi School.

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These days, with the safe return of Ren Pingsheng, there is another big turmoil in Si'an Village. People have speculated one after another, what happened to Nantouling half a year ago? How did this ominous person, after disappearing for half a year, come back alive and vigorous.

What will his return bring to this already very eventful village?

The more the people talked among themselves, the more restless they became, but since the hearts of the people had a mustard, they were ashamed to open their mouths when they wanted to ask the people concerned.

Everyone and the hunter father and son are still strangers, but they were surprised to find that the father and son often traveled and worked together during this time, talking and laughing. It's all gone, and for many years before, the lifeless, obscure and dark scene of the two of them.

Where there is joy, there is anger.

There is love, but there is hate.

Only hunters know that the second sword move that Ren Pingsheng wants to practice in his life is "Heavenly Hatred".

Teenagers never know what love is, so they don't know what hate is.

In his heart, there has always been only a number.

Ren Ji * Chicken, one hundred and fifty-seven times, sixty-three wounds.

Huzi, one hundred and forty-eight punches, eighty-one wounds

One hundred and forty-four times, one hundred and nineteen wounds

......

The less you do, the harder you shoot.

Because there is no love, no hate, and no humiliation, there are only numbers. There are a lot of things to be paid back.

But "heavenly hatred" is a swordsmanship, not feelings. Therefore, to practice the style of heavenly hatred, it is precisely that there can be no human hatred.

God hates without regrets, God hates without heart, and God hates without class.

The hunter did not have the confidence that he could teach his son this style, so he only talked about the sword intent, and also demonstrated the sword style. Take advantage of the few days at home, and try to let the teenager perceive what love is. But I don't want to teach him what hatred is, because the hatred of the world is not the hatred of heaven.

During the day, he helped his father finish the work in the fields, and Ren Pingsheng practiced swords alone in the open space at the bridgehead in the village.

The stone bridge has been rebuilt. The structure of the bridge is still roughly the original mold, but it certainly can't withstand the pickiness of people in their hearts.

Heaven hates this sword, it is complex and changeable, the sword momentum is fluctuating, and the weather is uncertain. The boy practiced at the bridge for a few days, but he still didn't know the essentials. It's just that in terms of sword moves, it is much better than his father, who is less than a little hot.

In the eyes of the villagers of Si'anzhai, who are swordsmen, this sword is really clumsy.

Three teenagers came from afar, all of whom looked taller than Ren Pingsheng, two of them were freshly dressed and white, and one had a simple appearance.

The fresh-clothed young man who walked in the front, with a handsome appearance, elegant and dignified, holding a beautiful sword with a bronze sheath in his hand, was Ren Changji, the son of Ren Chongshan of Xingzhi Academy. Followed by Ren Zhongdao, the son of the fat man, and the simple-looking man called Huzi, the eldest nephew of Ma Guiqi.

"Ren Pingsheng, where have you been in the past six months?" Ren Changji asked with a sword in one hand and two hands around his chest, "Where did you get this sword?"

Ren Pingsheng practiced swords before he finished his life, so he didn't bother to pay attention to him. In normal times, before the start of the fight, Ren Pingsheng would not dare to do this.

The three of them were annoyed by the snub as never before, but strangely enough, none of them had a seizure today. Several of them are uncertain divine senses, and the heart is empty written on the face, and Ren Pingsheng can't see it.

These three are obviously entrusted by others to test something.

"Ren Pingsheng, since you have learned the sword, how about a match?" Ren Chongdao couldn't hold his breath, and raised the sword in his hand to the front, "Whoever loses, listen to the other party honestly." ”

"His crappy railing sword is almost the same as a great god for jumping. Huzi shook his head again and again, put on a serious face and said, "We are practicing the swordsmanship of the Eight Classics." How can he compare this kind of magic stick trick?"

This is more and more unusual, after all, Ren Changji has a family to teach Tao, and he is doing business, he doesn't want to make trouble, so he stopped the two companions.

"Ren Pingsheng, we just want to ask you a few words, and we will leave after asking. Never prevent you from practicing your sword. You know, you went to Nantouling half a year ago, after all, it was the business of the whole clan, if you didn't come back, it would be fine, and now that you're back, you have to have an explanation. ”

is a good family history, reasoning, and not leaking.

Ren Pingsheng settled down and returned the sword to the sheath, then slowly turned his head and glanced at Ren Changji.

"My father has been back in the village for half a year, and I heard him say that no one has asked him about it, and no one has even mentioned it. Now that I'm back, why did I think to ask?"

"This ......" was touched to the sore spot by a word, and Ren Changji was embarrassed. Ren Pingsheng was sent to Nantouling to die, and it was his tank that was topped;

"Ren Pingsheng, in my opinion, that time you went into the mountain, you hid the sacrifice halfway, and then ran away by yourself. Afraid of punishment from the clan, he ran out and hid for half a year before coming back. Seeing that his partner was choked, Ren Zhongdao was very annoyed.

Ren Pingsheng was a little helpless about this kind of scene of talking nonsense with his eyes open: "Those of you who went to send sacrifices later, if there is no accident, you should still be able to see the things I sent, which are intact and moldy and smelly in the Lingjun Temple." ”

His gaze turned over the faces of the three academy disciples one by one, and he continued: "That time, if it was you who went, along with the parents who went to escort them, they should all be dead by now. ”

The four teenagers argued, and on the bridge, one after another, there were villagers passing by with hoes. The young people in the village are all lively every day. What's more, Ren Pingsheng has a lot of things that everyone wants to know.

"Now that the Yajiang demon beast is dead, so save it, don't bother to bow down in the future. is bullied, demons are rampant, get up and him. The swordsman of a village, the sword is useless, build a shrine to worship, and let the children come to risk death to send sacrifices, but it is really clever?"

When he said this, the onlookers were inevitably flushed and very embarrassed.

"What Yajiang, bragging doesn't cost anything!"

"If it is really the divine beast Yajiang, the combined efforts of the people of the entire Immortal Mountain will not be enough for it to stuff its teeth. It's up to you, hehe. ”

......

There was a lot of noise around, and no one would believe Ren Pingsheng's words, not to mention, his words, the second half was very humiliating.

"Do you want to get along with the whole clan?" Ren Changji said coldly, holding the hilt of his sword. At this moment, he has already stood on the side of his clansmen, and it is no longer a battle of willfulness of young people.

"Ren Pingsheng, draw your sword. "Huzi can't bear it anymore. Among the three, he is the worst learner, but he has the strongest execution.

"I didn't intend to be an enemy of my people. Ren Pingsheng said calmly, "But I can see that the whole clan is planning to get along with my family." ”

Ren Pingsheng looked around at everyone and said slowly: "Draw the sword, it's okay, everyone just try." Now if I want to use this iron sword behind my back to destroy this people, who of you can stop it?"

The boy spoke slowly, so every word was clear. So clear that no one can pretend not to hear.

The clansmen around didn't want to pretend, because they were all swordsmen and had the dignity of swordsmen.

Huzi, the loyal follower of the two young men, is ready to do it at any time with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The look on Ren Changji's face was a little embarrassed. In normal times, the stuffy gourd who can't fight back will most likely have to find a way to get out.

The appearance of running with all your heart, but not being able to run away, is more likely to arouse the enthusiasm of the strong.

But today's young man is nothing more than an old-fashioned iron sword in his hand, but he suddenly has the aura to challenge a swordsman!

Ren Chongdao had already unsheathed his sword and walked to Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng still put his hands around his chest, coldly looking at the freshly clothed young man in front of him who was half a head taller than him.

Since you won't draw your sword, that's good!

A sword light slashed diagonally from the front, hitting Ren Pingsheng's chest and hands. The arc-shaped blue light was drawn extremely perfectly.

Sword cut.

——The sword in Ren Chongdao's hand is made of green steel, and the iron is sharpened like clay. As long as he moves his mind, he can cut off any of the other party's fingers, but the other parts are not harmed.

As soon as he made a move, it was the essence of the kendo of the Xingzhi School. His swordsmanship is already outstanding among his peers, but he is only slightly inferior to his distant cousin Ren Changji.

The seniority in the clan is not based on age, but only on seniority. Ren Chongdao is the same age as Ren Changji, but he is a generation higher in generation, but in the school, he is Ren Changji as his senior brother and Ren Chongdao as his junior brother.

The sword light was as fast as lightning, and it was about to slash Ren Pingsheng's left hand when he saw it.

No dodge, no dodge, no block.

The sword light swept smoothly, without any hindrance, across Ren Pingsheng's body, across his hands, until Ren Chongdao's sword was exhausted, and he gathered momentum again.

However, Ren Pingsheng was unscathed.

Ren Chongdao's palm holding the sword began to sweat, he felt that the hilt of the sword was a little slippery, and the eyebrow bone on his right eye suddenly gave birth to a very sour feeling.

Because he saw a faint shadow of a rusty sword, hanging in front of his brow bone.

The shadow of the sword is blurred because it is too close for the eyes to focus on the tip of the sword.

Ren Changji and Huzi on the side didn't see clearly how the iron sword was drawn out of the sheath and how it attacked, let alone how the tip of the sword, which was as stable as a mountain, hung in front of Ren Chongdao's eyebrow bone.

"Now, you say, if I want to use this iron sword to destroy this clan, who can stop it?" Ren Pingsheng said coldly.

The surrounding villagers muttered that they had seen this young man who could not afford to buy a sword every day practicing the clumsy so-called railing swordsmanship through thick and thin. But no one has ever seen the sword that the young man used today, a sword that has no trace of it.

In the young man's cold words, under the rusty iron sword, the dignity of the swordsman was fluttering, and the wind blew away.

Ren Chang pressed the hilt of his sword, and he was about to draw his sword, but in his heart, a fear that he had never felt before.

The tiger sword has been unsheathed, if it weren't for the fear that the other party would hurt Ren Zhongdao, he would have already made a move.

The surrounding villagers were silent, but the hoes and shovels on their shoulders had been unloaded and held in their hands.

This scene made everyone very faceless.

Ren Pingsheng took the iron sword back and inserted it into the spindle-like sheath behind his back. Then he said, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone." But today, three swordsmen, please go together. I don't have the time to come with you one by one. ”

For some reason, at this time, the young man's mind came up with the fragments of skulls that he had collected piece by piece on the stone bed in the cave.

All the people around saw the two chilling looks on the young man's face......

Ren Changji's hand on the hilt of the sword began to tremble. He still couldn't believe that the boy who had practiced this clumsy swordsmanship at the bridge for several years could deal with the three of him at the same time after he disappeared for several months.

Although the other party's sword just now was really incredible.

"Get out of your sword. Ren Pingsheng said, that tone, you can't disobey.

Three people, three directions, no matter what, it is impossible for Ren Pingsheng to take care of them at the same time. Therefore, if they fight to the death, they may not lose. But for hundreds of years in Si'an Village, no one has ever seen a life-and-death fight!

There has been no life-and-death sword inheritance for hundreds of years, how much sword intent can be left?

They had only seen the eyes of a life and death fighter once, and that was the eyes of the young Ren Pingsheng now.

"Forget it, it's getting late, it's time to go home. "Strongmen on weekdays, at this time, they just want to be good people, and there are older and serious bystanders who begin to persuade.

"They are all villagers, practice swords and feed swords on weekdays, just point to the end, don't hurt the harmony. ”

"yes, let's all go back......"

Ren Pingsheng stood in the triangle encirclement, standing like a mountain, motionless, and his expression was the same.

The three people who surrounded him were also out of line, and they had already drawn their swords in their hands. A well-trained swordsman, once he has a sword in his hand, no matter how dangerous the situation, he should only have a pure sword heart left.

What's more, Ren Changji felt that it should not be their own side that was in a sinister situation at this time.

So he struck first, and from the left side, a sword light slashed straight at Ren Pingsheng's arm. This is no longer a daily sword feeding, and Ren Changji does not need to scruple.

Because whoever is missing an arm from the hunter's family will not stand up for him.

Huzi also shot, from the right back, stabbed Ren Pingsheng's waist ribs.

Ren Zhongdao was on the front, swinging his sword from the bottom to the top, straight in front of him.

No matter which sword the boy dodges, he will inevitably crash into the other two swords!

So Ren Pingsheng didn't avoid it, he held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and then took out the sword.

The sword is out of nowhere, so it is everywhere.

The iron sword was dull, but there was a thin blue flame, like lightning flickering, fluctuating.

"Sword Mang!" An exclamation rang out from around them.

The three people who were besieging with swords all felt a sharp stabbing pain in their wrists. Then the three blue swords were all halfway through the attack, falling into the dust and eclipsed.

But the three of them had no time to pick up the long sword on the ground, and they found that the clothes in front of them began to fly out into rags, then belts, and trousers, until there was no longer any cover on them.

Flakes of fire flew, and some fell to the ground, burning up the pieces of clothes that had been reduced to broken steps.

A teenager already understands the difference between men and women, and the shame of despicability. So, everyone was busy covering the key points with their hands, shivering, and their faces were like earth.

Ren Pingsheng put away the sword and returned it to the sheath, his face expressionless.

The audience was as silent as death, and the elders who had originally spoken out to persuade were speechless at this time.

"If I use this iron sword to destroy this people, who will be able to stop them. The young man's cold words were still ringing in his ears. It seems that this is not an empty word, because no one present can stop the sword just now.

- Heavenly wrath should be disgraced in the world.

Everyone was still standing on the spot, and no one wanted to ask what kind of swordsmanship it was.

Everyone has only one thought, go home, go home safely.

Ren Pingsheng left, walking slowly, he didn't have to leave any words. Someone has sent a message to the number one swordsman in that clan, and it is nothing more than another sword.

Since it began, he didn't plan to end it. Walking on the road, in front of everyone's eyes, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and gently swung a sword, that is, he has been recovering in the past few days, and at this time, he suddenly has a bright and bright style - heavenly hatred.

At the entrance of the village, in a simple house with a loess rammed wall and a thatched roof, the hunter is sorting out the animal fur that he and his son have been drying for a day.

"That's a good job. The hunter said to his son as he busied himself with his work.

"But Dad, why are we doing this?" Ren Pingsheng wondered.

The hunter stopped what he was doing, sighed, and said, "Once your sword is born, this stockade will probably be difficult to stabilize. Sooner or later, it's just a matter of time. Although the clansmen have never shown much kindness to our family, they are not evil people after all. I just hope that when something happens, they can somehow help themselves. ”

"However, it's just a few fights with the people in the academy when the time comes, what can it change?" asked the young man puzzled.

The hunter stood up, patted the young man on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, people's hearts are complicated, and it's not that simple. When you get to the bottom of the mountain in the future, you have to be more careful about this kind of thing. ”

"No matter how profound the swordsmanship is, it is no more profound than the human heart. ”