The poem says: Xuan Ang is a flock of chickens and cranes, and the sharpness is finally a suspicious cone.

A lifetime of romance, but the yellow spring is blue, childhood sweethearts, can't wait for the son to say, Meng Po soup, the dust, looking at the grass and trees into a mound, is finally a red dust passerby.

Flowers have no fruits, and the bitterness is six pure, free and easy in life, a promise, in the next life, willing to fight for the world!

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The mountain was full of desolation, overgrown with weeds, and the wind howled wildly, and on the top of the mountain there was a small wooden house standing proudly, no matter how the wind blew, it did not waver.

The cabin was filled with an eerie atmosphere, a dark black that made you feel endlessly oppressive. Even the setting sun shining into the cabin was dyed by the smell of the house into a kind of oozing dead ash.

In the cabin, a middle-aged man dressed in white cedar was stiffly kneeling on the cold ground, and the sleeve of his right hand was empty.

The delicate sunset sprinkled on his face, jumping over his handsome countenance, but the chill on his face was particularly prominent, like frost on a cold mountain, mysterious and awe-inspiring.

The sunset was dim and the wind was slow.

In the dim candlelight, the middle-aged white cedar looked with red eyes at a sandalwood table in front of him, on which were placed three wooden signs, which were the spiritual seats of his parents and his wife.

At this time, the middle-aged man of Baishan knelt on the ground with his head bowed like this, and after a long time, he slowly raised his head and slowly stood up. There was a black box in front of him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he picked up the hammer in his hand, and quickly waved his arm to directly break the iron lock of the box into countless pieces, which shows how powerful his left arm is, and no one wants to be locked in his throat by such a hand.

Inside the wooden box was a pitch-black iron sword, and the sword body was shining with cold light, which showed that this sword was extremely sharp.

The name of this sword is called Autumn Scar, and according to legend, it is the first of the national treasures of the famous sword country on the rivers and lakes, and it is unparalleled in the world.

The middle-aged man in the white shirt bent down to hold the sword in his hand, put it in the scabbard with his backhand, and put the sword on his back, and the wind slowly blew through and brought up the sleeve of his right hand and landed on his shoulder.

The middle-aged man in the white shirt looked sideways, his eyes instantly became vicious, and a sneer hooked up on his mouth: "I have been waiting for fifteen years, and I have been cultivating for fifteen years. Now the time is ripe, wait for me to go out, and avenge your blood and hatred. ”

He gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter if I end up in hell. ”

The face full of vicissitudes was full of firmness at the moment, and there was endless murder in his eyes.

"He has destroyed my gate, and I will sacrifice his dog's head to the people in my sect!"

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In a tavern with no empty seats.

A middle-aged one-armed man was sitting in the most conspicuous position in the tavern, quietly tasting the fine wine of the restaurant alone.

Many people around him were talking about him, but no one dared to disturb him, because not long ago, a person with short eyes went to provoke.

All that turned out to be a flash of cold light was the man's throat and his death. At this point, no one dared to disturb the one-armed man again.

"Young master, please, please. "Outside, there was the shouting of the hotel guys.

A noble man dressed in embroidery shook the jade fan in his hand and stood outside the building, he looked at the restaurant leisurely, and said with a light smile: "Northern Regions Restaurant, the name is good, I drank here today." ”

An entourage next to him hurriedly came over, bowed down with a flattering face, his expression was full of desire for money, and he said respectfully: "Young master, please, you will taste the wine of the Northern Regions here today." ”

The noble boy was very happy when he heard this, he nodded with satisfaction, the jade fan in his hand was opened again, gently fanned the jade fan, and put on a noble posture, swaggering into the restaurant.

This noble man inspected the restaurant and saw a seat at a glance, which was the seat of the one-armed middle-aged man.

For no other reason, the position is the largest, and the position is the best, and the performance on the stage can be seen more clearly.

So he swaggered over with a few people behind him.

"This table belongs to this young master, you find another place to sit!" The jade fan in the hand of this noble son Yihe, stepped on the chair with his left foot, and said arrogantly.

The one-armed man-Duguxue listened to his expression without a trace of waves, and drank leisurely, as if this person did not exist.

At this time, the waiter next to your son leaned out, he pointed at Dugu blood, opened his mouth and shouted: "My young master told you to get out, you'd better get acquainted, otherwise we will do it." ”

Duguxue was still drinking and didn't look at him.

When the noble son saw this scene, he was very annoyed, and with a wave of his hand, the two big men next to him came up and were about to start pulling Duguxue.

The hand of one of the big men was only a fraction of a minute away from touching Dugu's blood.

Duguxue's face changed, and he threw the wine bowl in his hand and smashed it into the big man's face.

The big man screamed in pain and took a few steps back. Seeing this, another big man raised his fist without hesitation and slammed it over.

Dugu Blood snorted coldly, held the black iron sword placed next to him with his left hand, and then slashed directly into the throat of the big man at a lightning speed, killing him with one blow.

"If I don't make a move, do you think I'm a bully?" Duguxue said calmly, his speech was very slow, but his voice was extremely loud, revealing a deep internal force.

Gui Gongzi looked at Dugu Blood in front of him, faintly revealing fear, he is also a person who practices martial arts, and he can also hear that Dugu Blood's voice hides a deep internal force, he knows that he has stabbed the big basket, this one-armed man may kill him. His legs trembled uncontrollably, but he still had the courage to say arrogantly:

"Let me tell you, don't think that you can do a little kung fu to be great, my father is the second elder of the North Sword Gate, if you dare to touch me, I will want you to die without a place to be buried!" The other entourage next to him heard that the North Sword Gate seemed to have found support, and they straightened their waists with some timidity and strength.

But this sentence made Duguxue intensify his killing intent towards him.

"Are you from the Northern Sword Sect?" Dugu Xue's brows rose slightly, and he asked coldly.

When the noble son heard this, he thought that Duguxue knew his own strength and didn't dare to move himself, and the fear in his eyes instantly dissipated and turned into pride and conceit.

He continued to say arrogantly: "That's right, I am the eldest son of the Second Elder of the Northern Sword Sect!"

Dugu Blood sneered, his originally plain eyes were filled with killing intent at the moment: "Northern Sword Gate?" he snorted coldly, "I killed the people of Northern Sword Gate." ”

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