After Lu Jingyuan left Nanfeng Academy not far away, he walked to the small town in the west of the city, which has a long history.

There are hundreds of families in the town, the ancestral land of the upper-class aristocracy, the old residence to be demolished who became rich overnight, and the scholarly family that is in decline on the way, the karma and lifeblood involved in the quaint town are better than those of the prosperous Huafu of Zhongming Ding Food.

Lu Jingyuan walked on the winding path on foot, there were no attendants beside him, most of the aristocratic sons and ladies would always take four or five henchmen to go out to play, just in case, Lu Jingyuan has never had this kind of habit, but not arrogant, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and there are more famous grandmasters to teach and advise, and his body is a little stronger than ordinary martial artists, although it is not as good as some natural demon-level characters, but there are still one or two ways to deal with and save his life in times of crisis.

There are many old people in the town, young and strong young people also have, but slightly lower than the former, an old man shoulders a flat shoulder, hanging green bamboo baskets on the left and right, this kind of basket weaving method seems to be a very ancient craft, with a slender rattan soaked in a unique potion for three days and two nights, the long strips of green bamboo that are evenly divided are woven into a pear shape, and finally borrowed rattan interspersed with fastening, can carry hundreds of pounds of heavy objects, wonderful.

The old man was wearing an old gray shirt, his body was not tall, he was a little skinny, but his face was very energetic, and he was slowly carrying two baskets of fresh melons and fruits picked in the countryside, ready to sell them in the alleys of the town to make some hard-earned money.

"Old man, thank you, I'm a little thirsty, can you sell me some fruit?" The young man approached the old man, bent down and took out three or four red apricots, took out a tael of silver, and handed it to the old man.

"This, Childe, you give too much, I can't find that much money. The old man was a little shocked, dressed in a long-term dress that had been sewn and mended, there were still mud crumbs on the trouser legs under his feet, and there were only a dozen copper coins on his body.

"It's okay, just think it's me here for the time being, if I'm lucky enough to see it in the future, I'll buy some next time." Lu Jingyuan expected the result and shook his head slightly.

"I can't repay the old man, so I thank Gongzi for his kindness. The old man trembled a little when he held the silver tael, and his eyes were a little moist, Lu Jingyuan didn't look back at him, but just raised his hand and waved.

Walking to an alley, the alley was very narrow, only enough for three young men to walk side by side, Lu Jingyuan pinched the red apricot that was still half small, and ate it silently, sweet and slightly greasy.

There are many households in front of the door with couplets and statues of gods, the town people pay the most attention to etiquette, usually at the last moment of the new year at the beginning of the new year, the wind and fire paste the New Year couplet, in the borrowing of the firewood knife to hang the old door god to enshrine the new door god on it, year after year I don't know the customs that have been passed down for hundreds of years.

"There is a spring breeze pen, and there is no twilight gold in the door. ”

There is a pair of dilapidated old couplets hanging in the courtyard on the left, the wooden house is tightly closed by copper locks, the brick wall of the courtyard is not high, Lu Jingyuan can just see the scene, the house has already collapsed, the courtyard is full of moss and weeds, this courtyard has probably been abandoned for a long time.

This couplet is very charming, but it's a pity that people go to empty rooms and waste pen and ink in vain. He paused in front of the door for nearly a cup of tea, shook his head and walked away quickly.

"Xiaoyu, come here, don't run around, don't bump into others!" Three figures walked towards him in front of him, a young boy of seven or eight years old, a young woman dressed in coarse linen, and a square-faced man with a slightly brown complexion.

The child strode happily with a windmill in hand, and a young woman of medium appearance trotted after her, sometimes whispering.

"All right, ma'am, children are lively by nature. Lu Jingyuan stopped, looked at the three of them with a smile on their faces, he looked at the child and couldn't help but remember that he still had Ziling who loved to cry when he was a teenager.

It's just that these have long since disappeared as I grew up.

Walking out of the alleyway after a corner ahead, Lu Jingyuan couldn't help but speed up his pace, and the sudden palpitations made him a little uneasy.

Indeed, all hunches do not arise in a vacuum.

A man appeared on the empty narrow stone path, a strange man in a light-colored robe with his head bowed and holding a knife, leaning on the uneven wall rock, and only half of his face was visible.

Lu Jingyuan suddenly clenched the golden knife in his hand, his expression became more and more relaxed, and he slowly approached the man.

The two met at the moment of intersection.

The man with the hat is a few years old, and he is not handsome, some mediocre, with a beard, a burly body, but a practitioner, but the pair of pupils, extremely fierce, is a real contempt for life and death, even if it is a person who is born in the army, it is very rare to have that kind of realm.

This man is at least the Seven Realms of Martial Arts.

And Lu Jingyuan's death is only the completion of the Six Realms.

If it is a fight, the victory or defeat has been decided, and if it is an assassination, life and death have been decided.

The man in the fancy dress was sweating, and he no longer looked at the burly man, and at the end of his gaze, there was the exit.

"You wait. The burly man spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"What?" The man in the Chinese costume suddenly stopped, holding the golden knife in his right hand, ready to attack.

"Do you know the owner of the ruined mansion ahead?"

"I don't know. The man in the fancy suit replied softly and took another step.

"Oh. You've just done it. The burly man tilted his head to look at his back, and his body tilted, stirring up dust.

"Damn!" the man in the fancy suit drew his knife violently, a round of moon arc flickered cold, he strode forward and looked back, his heart beat straight to his throat, his eyebrows were raised, and the man was already within three steps behind him.

"Who the hell are you!" The man in the Chinese costume blocked the knife, and the burly knife suddenly made him churn with blood, and the people in the rivers and lakes often said that the first five realms of the martial arts realm are the leopards in the tube, and the sixth realm is the first to go out of the court, and those who reach the seventh and eighth realms are all extraordinary, and those who have small spiritual roots.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that today next year will be your sacrifice day, and remember to send some netherworld notes to your family. Every word of the swordsman was plain and unwavering, but it floated into Lu Jingyuan's ears like thunder in the sky.

"Then you can try, if you can easily kill me, then you are powerful, blame me for my short life. Lu Jingyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he was converging the air flow of his whole body, and ordinary people could quickly respond at the last moment, and those who practiced martial arts and forged their bodies would get twice the result with half the effort.

"Oh, really?" The swordsman was obviously a little surprised by the answer to the man in the Chinese costume, and the strong murderous aura was invisibly eliminated, but the silver knife in his hand was a little stronger, and Lu Jingyuan was beaten without the power to fight back, and the border was like a ravine.

"It looks like you're not a powerless fool. ”

"It's a little interesting, who taught you this knife technique, and there are quite some ways to do it, and it is not inferior to the knife skills I learned when I was young. ”

Lu Jingyuan kept echoing in his mind the knife technique taught by the Yunping Mountain Grandmaster when he was young, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand and sticking the back of the knife to his arm, and then he pulled it upwards in an instant, and then jumped up with his left foot, and his body soared into the air and rotated his body in the direction of the golden knife's oblique split, and slashed three times in a row, forcing the knife man to take a few steps back.

"It's just a showcase, it can scare the layman. The swordsman leaned back, stretched his left foot forward, bent his right foot backwards, and slid towards the direction of the man in Chinese clothes, when the two of them overlapped up and down, suddenly a fallen tree stump kicked Lu Jingyuan's back, the latter seemed to be hit by a heavy object, and almost fell on the hard stone slab, and his nose and face were swollen.

"Good body, you're an expert! Lu Jingyuan suffered a fierce blow in the back, flew out in an instant, hurriedly turned around, and dissipated seven or eight points of momentum with his palm when he landed, before he stabilized his body.

"Is there any more powerful tricks, let's use them, and I'll have a good time with you today!" Lu Jingyuan picked up his knife and ran again.

"Very well, as you wish. The swordsman slowly greeted him.

The narrow alleyway burst out with the sound of iron striking at a very fast frequency, sometimes drifting north, sometimes flying south, and rubble splattered on both sides. The two have been fighting for twenty-eight rounds in a hot cup of tea, and since then, the swordsman has become more and more fierce, and the man in fancy clothes has become more and more embarrassed.

"What a stubble. Lu Jingyuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and smiled very arrogantly.

"Let me tell you how to use the sword, you are really not worthy of the sword, oh no! The swordsman slowly walked towards the man in Chinese clothes kneeling on the road, the corners of his mouth raised, and he stared at him playfully and embarrassed.

"I don't think so, if I have a martial arts realm like yours, I don't know which one is stronger or weaker. Lu Jingyuan stood up tremblingly, his sleeves were sparsely twisted by the tricky skills of the swordsman, and there were blood stains on the palms of his hands, although he was already on the trend of taking half his life at the moment, the wisps of martial arts in his heart that had not been moved for many years were extremely tenacious, and there was a vague momentum to go further, and the enlightenment of the Buddhism family was exactly like this, the more life and death were at stake, the clearer the path to enlightenment.

"I've met the children of wealthy families before, but with such a fearless state of mind, you are the first, and I'm serious. The swordsman leaped into the air again, holding his sword in both hands.

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Outside the alleyway, a family opened its door, and the sound of axes chopping wooden stakes could be heard in the small courtyard, and occasionally a little girl murmured or two.

There were two people in the courtyard, one old and one young, the old man was wrinkled, dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding an iron axe, and an axe was swung on the thick wooden stake at the mouth of the bowl, leaving a slight gap, and then exhaled and cut it down again, over and over again.

The young girl looks delicate, although she is not very old, but her facial features are already lotus leaf faces, unfolded in all directions, and after seven or eight years, there is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old who must be a beauty who is sought after and loved by the local reading show.

The little girl held a book in her hand, and tilted her head to look at those obscure words, but the words knew her, but she was illiterate, to be precise, she could not read most of them.

"Xiaoying, you have been staring at books all day long, how many words have you known, have you remembered the truths that Mr. Sima said in the academy?"

"Of course, I remember every word, I don't want my husband to punish me for copying those tirades, and a few disobedient ones in the school were all cleaned up by my husband. The little girl in yellow named Xiaoying couldn't hold back like a bird.

It's just that Mr. often says, "Things have a beginning and an end." Knowing the order, then the way is short", "The gentleman has all his own and then asks for everyone, and if he has no self, he is not all people", "The predicate of the mandate of heaven, the predicate of spontaneity, and the predicate of cultivation is teaching" is similar to all kinds of rare holy words, I am dizzy when I listen to it, and there are few students in the school who can understand, let alone understand, but Mr. does not blame us, but often mentions, let's not forget, it will be useful in the future. ”

"Oh, you know so many great truths at a young age, and you can't become an orthodox Confucian bachelor in the future?" There was a crisp laugh behind the little girl in yellow.

"Then I must study hard and learn calligraphy to become the most proud disciple of my students. The little girl did not look back, her eyes were full of hope, and she murmured alone.

"Praise you a few words, and you really went to the sky?" A white finger was pointed on the little girl's forehead, and the little girl pouted a little angrily, staring up at the young woman in front of her.

"But if you are dedicated to your studies and can be admitted to the Molin Academy, maybe our family will really shine on the lintel, if you become a Confucian female master, then the Ye family will be famous. The woman crossed her arms, frowned and thought, a purple wrap-chest robe set off the figure of the strange good, the appearance of the woman in the caftan is not very outstanding, there is a seven-point rouge beauty score, with a thin and soft long hair, with a slender figure, it can also leave some good images for ordinary people.

Just as the young woman picked up the change of clothes in the wooden basin and was about to pour water and rub them, there was the sound of hurried footsteps and the clashing of iron tools outside the door.

"Could it be that someone from me Lu is really going to die here today?" A man suddenly broke into the house, covered in blood and in a trance, and fell in front of the old man.

"Childe, what's wrong with you!" The woman in the long shirt was the first to react, and hurriedly rushed over to check the situation, the little girl was stunned, the book in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the old man looked shocked and stopped moving.

"Leave me alone, get out of here...... Let's go!" Lu Jingyuan struggled to drag his body, his robe was black and bloody, he held the knife in one hand, and the edge of the knife rattled.

"Oh, can't hold on? Then it's time to end. The burly man stepped into the door with a silver-backed saber in his hand, calmly and calmly.

"Kill me, you won't survive, do you know who I am......" Lu Jingyuan's mouth was slurred.

"Oh, my favorite battle in my life is against masters, especially the game of life and death. The burly man smiled lightly, as if his mouth had been cracked.

"If you want to kill him, step over my body first. The young woman surnamed Ye protected Lu Jingyuan behind her and said a word viciously.

"I don't like to kill women in my life, I'm afraid of getting dirty knives. The burly man with the knife glanced over the young woman.

"Hehe, I'm afraid that you lost to a woman who is stronger than you before, and you won't be able to raise your head for the rest of your life. The young woman smiled playfully.

"Then I will break my vows and kill you today, and I will kill my heart with my rock. The burly swordsman took the first step.

"Ye Mei picks up the spear!" the wrinkled old man raised a red tasseled scythe from the hall, threw it at her with all his strength, and opened his mouth to shout.

"Thank you grandpa, Ye Mei will take it. The young woman reached out and grabbed the hook and sickle that came from the wind, pinched the barrel of the gun with both hands, and danced a spear flower to make a stance.

"The little girl is not very old, she is actually a practitioner, it is really amazing, I am blind. The burly swordsman took the second step, the third step, and the step became faster and faster.

"There's more surprising things to come, and it's up to you to see if you can handle it. ”

Ye Mei turned the hook and sickle, exerted all his strength, the tip of the gun stabbed obliquely, and collided with the silver knife of the swordsman, and the swordsman's body slid forward, wanting to get close to the woman with the gun.

Ye Mei put the gun away, moved his steps back, and chopped the spear like a steel whip, and the swordsman dodged, and the earth and stones flew.

When the tip of the gun hit the ground, you can take advantage of the knifeman, the knifeman raised his leg and swept it, and the instep hit the woman's elbow, instantly knocking it back.

Ye Mei pulled out the gun and stabbed it back, and more than ten cold lights flashed in a row, and the swordsman blocked left and right.

Although it is said that one inch is one inch long and one inch strong among the hundred soldiers, the strength of the swordsman is a few points stronger than that of the woman with the gun, so it is naturally easier to catch and deal with it more easily.

Ye Mei's defeat is already obvious.

In the end, the swordsman sold a flaw to lure her into falling for it, and ended these senseless confrontations with a fierce push.

"If there is anything else to say, let me make it clear to you before I die. ”

"Kill me first. Ye Mei lay beside Lu Jingyuan with a pale face, closed his eyes and did not struggle, his left hand hidden behind his back, holding an extremely sharp dagger.

She wanted to make a last stand.

"Boom!" a thunderclap fell from the sky, dark clouds gathered, the wind suddenly rose, the sun was still shining high in front of a stick of incense, and the sky changed suddenly, which was unusual.

"Hey, the will of heaven is dim, is it because of him or her?" The man holding the knife tilted his head slightly, frowned and said nothing, and hesitated a little.

"Boom!" In the blink of an eye, raindrops the size of beans fell, hitting the swordsman's hat, the woman in the long skirt tightly grasped the muddy Lu Jingyuan, and looked at the swordsman motionlessly, her pupils were jealous and fearless, as long as the swordsman took a step closer, she was bound to fight for her life.

He stared at the hook and sickle, as if he had seen it somewhere, but his memory was vague, could it be the weapon of a martial arts giant?

"That's it, since you are not the person I am looking for, let you go, I have killed countless people in my life, but today I feel pity, and I really respond to the old bald donkey's often saying "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground", which is also ridiculous......" The words just stopped and the knife man turned around and left the house.

Ye Mei was shocked, this is the end?

Could it be that her acting was too fake and was seen through?

Or is the swordsman scared?

She couldn't figure it out anyway.

Suddenly, heavy rain poured down.