Boil medicine, cook porridge, wash dishes.

When everything was done in one go, it was already moontop in the treetops, and Ning Baifeng rested. Looking at the old man and the young man sleeping in the grass shed, Ning Baifeng's eyes were complicated.

The old man in the straw hut was almost terminally ill, and no amount of medicine he bought could only hang his life, and he would not die in a short time.

And the sleeping child was three or four years younger than Ning Baifeng, the granddaughter of the old man, and was named Li Wan, the bowl of the rice bowl, by the old man. The reason for this name is that the old man hopes that his granddaughter will always have food to eat and not starve to death.

Listening to the old man's chatter, Li Wan was an abandoned baby in a wooden basin floating on the Junshui River outside the city, which was picked up by the old man and raised slowly. When I first picked it up, everyone nearby scolded the old man for being crazy, he couldn't support himself, and he had to raise such a child. If the old man died that day, how could he live with such a child, wouldn't it be a harm to people's lives? But the old man did not say anything, and every day before dawn he went out to beg, and when he could not get food, he went to the river outside the city to try fishing, and did not come back until very late. Every time I get something to eat, I always stuff it for the child to eat as soon as possible, and I would rather be hungry. As long as the child laughs, he laughs with him.

In this way, the child grows up day by day, but the old man gets old day by day. But the old man still went out every day to beg and fish, just to feed the child.

Just a year ago, the old man took his children to the river to fish, and accidentally found Ning Baifeng floating on the river. Once again, the old man scooped up a man from the river and took him in.

When Ning Baifeng first woke up, his mental state was extremely poor, he once wanted to die, he often had nightmares, and he was in a state of nightmares every day. Every time he thought of the terrible sight of destroying the world and devouring his parents and villagers, he was in pain. Before Uncle Liu, who had great powers, sent Ning Baifeng out of that small world, he gave him a pendant and told him that if he survived, he must send things to Kunzhou back to Yuanshan Dingjian Pavilion, but he didn't even know where this place was. Before his parents died, he told him to live, but he still heard it, relying on these to hold on to his spirit, otherwise Ning Baifeng really couldn't hold on. It is not easy for a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy to suddenly encounter a great change and not sink and collapse.

In the first two months, Ning Baifeng was lying in the shack in such a mess, and all the food was brought by the old man and the children. With the addition of one more, the life of the elderly is even more difficult. And in order to feed the two children, it is rare for the old man to eat a bite.

For the first four months that Ning Baifeng lay in the shack, he basically couldn't understand what the old man and the child were saying, and he couldn't understand his words. Later, he slowly turned his spirits and began to learn to speak, which made the old man very happy.

However, one day just half a year ago, the old man went out fishing and did not return until the evening. Li Wan cried and said that he was going out to find his grandfather, and the two stumbled to the city gate, Ning Baifeng said in a broken accent, and the city gate guards just refused to open the door. In the end, Li Wan cried and kowtowed his head in front of the guard for half an hour, and the guard couldn't bear it, so he opened the door and let the two out.

The two ran to the river where the old man used to fish, but there was no one in sight. Ning Baifeng could only take Li Wan downstream to look for it, and finally found it under the bridge of the City God Temple, only then did he see the old man lying on the water. Perhaps a good man was rewarded, but the old man lay on the surface of the water but did not sink, and a group of carp held the old man to prevent him from being pushed further downstream by the current, let alone drowning in the river.

After this incident, the old man's body and bones collapsed, and the burden of survival fell into Ning Baifeng's hands. At first, Ning Baifeng wanted to go to the blacksmith shop to find work with the blacksmith he had learned from his father for several years, but he was thought to be too young and could only be an apprentice.

Apprentices are apprentices, and they can survive.

No, the apprentice foreman has no salary for a year, and he asked the three blacksmith shops in the entire county, and they were all the same. Ning Baifeng had no choice but to give up and go fishing by the river. I was naughty when I was a child, and I didn't do a lot of things up and down the mountain, so that I wouldn't starve to death.

In the middle of the moon, after Ning Baifeng rested, he walked to the open space in front of the shack. In his left hand, he carried a three-foot-long branch and made an upside-down sword shape, taking a deep breath.

Ning Baifeng stood straight and looked ahead. The right hand suddenly pulled out the branch, and the left foot stepped forward, and the top of the branch was a little cold, and it stabbed forward quickly.

Collect the sword.

Tucked in your right foot.

The movements are crisp and neat, without any mud and water.

Under the moonlight, the boy practiced these movements over and over again, meticulously. It wasn't until my hands and feet were sore that I stopped to rest.

There are only three steps to these actions, drawing the sword, drawing the sword, and retracting the sword. Uncle Liu, who taught these movements, told him that all the swordsmanship in the world was derived from these three most basic swordsmanship movements. The difference is that the higher the realm, the deeper the swordsmanship, and in the end, it is just a different form of expression.

When the sword is in the sheath, it stores sword energy.

When the sword is drawn, the sword in his hand and the sword qi in his chest erupt out. Why can the great sword cultivator kill people by exhaling his breath, that is, the sword qi in his chest.

When you take out the sword, the sword in your hand is indomitable, never looking back, and the offense is the defense. This is also the reason why among all cultivators, sword cultivation has the greatest killing power.

When the sword is collected, the sword intent in the heart can be sent and collected with the sword in the hand, and there is no need to hurt others and yourself.

Three practices in one triplicate, all changes are inseparable.

There are ten thousand laws in the world, and my own sword is enough.

Ning Baifeng will always remember how bright Uncle Liu's eyes were when he said this.

Sharp.

Sword cultivation, the qi practitioner in the martial arts, the martial artist in the qi practitioner. When going down to the three realms, the sword cultivator is like a martial artist to boil the body, and the qi in the sword is stored like a qi practitioner, the momentum, and the meaning. Cultivating at the same time in the lower three realms, when you can combine the true qi with the momentum of the sword, and condense a sword gall, it is really a sword cultivation. Otherwise, it's just a swordsman.

The cultivators of the world are like carps crossing the river, and there are very few who can really be called sword cultivators.

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The sun is rising, and the purple air is coming from the east.

Ning Baifeng sat at the head of the city, staring at the rising sun with a pair of snowy eyes, and silently recited in his mouth, "The clouds are thousands of miles, Ning is outside the sky." ”

As time passed, Ning Baifeng's eyes became brighter and brighter with the morning sun, faintly carrying a trace of purple qi. In the end, when tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, Ning Baifeng closed his eyes.

This strange way of cultivating came from Ning Baifeng's hometown, the old village of Yunning Village. When Ning Baifeng was young, he learned to read and write in the village school, and the old village who taught the children said that as long as he looked at the morning sun every morning, and silently recited the eight words on the archway at the head of the village, after a long time, his eyes could see far away and see things that others could not see. It is also said that this is a method that has been passed down from ancient times in the village, called Wangqijutsu.

Ning Baifeng believed it and stared at the rising sun for half a month, but there was no effect at all. On the contrary, he had red eyes every day, and when the wind blew, he cried, and was laughed at by his peers, calling him stupid. For this reason, Ning Baifeng scolded Lao Cun in his heart for being improper, a lot of age, and deceiving himself about these children. What kind of hope breaking qi technique, staring at the scorching sun, what qi can be seen.

There is anger in the stomach.

A village that has been isolated from the world for thousands of years, nothing else is clear, but there is a very good way to fool people.

However, it happened that two months ago, Ning Baifeng was woken up by a squeaky sound at night, and he could barely see his fingers in the dark night. Ning Baifeng unexpectedly found that he vaguely saw two spirits with white light fighting in the grass outside the shack, while Li Wan, who was also awakened, couldn't see anything.

At that moment, Ning Baifeng understood that Lao Cun was not deceiving.

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Under the city walls, the noise slowly sounded, and the beggars who got up early had to rush for the day's food.

In the dilapidated shack, Li Wan got up, saw that his grandfather was still sleeping, and tiptoed out of the shack. Habitually looking at the city wall above, I saw an emaciated figure sitting on the three-zhang high battlement, dyed by the morning sun as if coated with a layer of glow. Seeing Ning Baifeng at this time, Li Wan's eyes were full of admiration, and he always hoped that he could be like Ning Baifeng, fighting spirits, making a lot of money, and being extraordinary.

But every time I look down and see my skinny body, I get depressed again, so let's fill my stomach.

The early beggars slowly left their shacks and scattered towards all parts of the county. Li Wan's stomach gurgled unseasonably, and the girl sighed, turned back and walked into the shack, reheated the dry cakes and porridge boiled in water from last night, and fed them into the mouth of her unconscious grandfather little by little.

Looking at his grandfather's appearance, Li Wan couldn't help but want to cry. When his grandfather was sober, he told Li Wan that he was dying soon and wanted Li Wan to live well. took Ning Baifeng's hand and said that if he died, for the sake of the old man who saved him, he would help take care of Li Wan until Li Wan could live independently, even if it was a return to his kindness.

At that time, Ning Baifeng didn't speak, and nodded silently. Then he desperately went out to find a way to make money, and came back with medicinal herbs all over his body. The old man didn't want to drink medicine for a while, saying that it was a waste of money, and dying early would not drag down the two children. In the end, it was Li Wan who cried and asked him to drink medicine, and the old man drank medicine and hung himself. It lasted like this for half a year, but it was already exhausted.

Li Wan also knew in his heart that his grandfather couldn't stay up. I used to wake up a few times a day, but now I've been asleep all the time, for two or three days in a row, and I haven't woken up once.

Li Wan was about to get up and go out, but unexpectedly, a white figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the shack, hit his right leg, and his thin body was knocked out. Li Wan hurriedly held on to the pillar of the shack and looked carefully.

Fox?

The white fox, with two furry tails, stood at the door of the shack, looking back at Li Wan, grinning.

Jeer.

Li Wan instantly understood that this fox had become a sperm.

With his backhand, he picked up the wooden stick that his grandfather used as a crutch and hit the fox on the head.

However, the fox was nimble and instantly dodged and rushed out of the tent. Before leaving, he looked back again and grinned.

Provocation.

Li Wan rushed out of the shack and watched the fox leave helplessly.

When I returned to the shack, I found a hole dug in the corner, and it was presumably from here that the fox came in.

Li Wan muttered, hatefully underestimated the damn fox, and blocked the hole with all his might.

After blocking the entrance to the cave, seeing that his grandfather still hadn't woken up, Li Wan walked out of the shack with some disappointment, and shouted to Ning Baifeng on the city wall: "Brother Baifeng, why should we go and find something to eat." ”

Ning Baifeng stood on the battlement of the city, facing the morning sun, facing the morning breeze, waved his big hand below, and said in high spirits: "I made a lot of money yesterday, why don't you have a good meal today." ”