The young man struggled to get up with his hands on the ground, and he pinned the rusty sword, which he regarded as a treasure, to his back and walked slowly towards his home.

The place where he lived was so close that it only took a quarter of an hour to go back and forth.

But at this time, the young man, who was weak in his hands and feet, had been doing ascetic for two quarters of an hour, but he had not yet approached his dwelling.

The coarse linen clothes worn by the boy were originally his father's clothes, but after his mother cut the clothes, changed them to a few sizes and gave them to the boy.

A few years ago, when he was still a teenager, he wore this sackcloth, which looked a little wide, but now he is twelve years old, and he has grown much taller, so this dress is worn on him, but it can't cover his limbs, and it looks very funny.

In this bleak late autumn evening, although the clothes worn by the young man were not warm and could hardly block the cold wind, after two quarters of an hour's journey, he was already sweating profusely and sweating profusely.

On his way home, he saw an old man sitting cross-legged on a boulder.

The old man was extremely burly, and although he was only sitting cross-legged, he could still see his majestic body, and the old man was dressed in a sackcloth and had pale gray hair.

The young man stopped, looking at the old man vigilantly, and the sackcloth robe on his body, his eyes showed envy and a little greed, because he felt that the sackcloth robe on the old man's body was very warm.

Staring at the back of the old man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, the young man did not hesitate at all, and decisively took out the iron sword that had been sharpened many times from behind his back.

The young man's footsteps were light, barely making any sound, and he slowly approached the old man.

This is a technique he learned from animals when hunting, sneaking close to his prey, and finally killing it with one blow.

In the art of war, this routine is called: aggression is like fire, immobility is like a mountain.

The young man held the sword and paced slowly, he was only fifteen steps away from the old man.

He didn't think about the consequences of a failed sneak attack.

Because for him, the worst outcome in the world is death.

But if it succeeds, then the coming winter will be warmer.

The survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, and natural selection are the principles he has learned.

Ten steps.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Five steps.

A stone's throw away.

Two steps.

At your fingertips.

The young man's hand holding the sword suddenly exerted force, and his weak limbs burst out with an inexplicable potential, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

The young man clenched the embroidered sword in his hand and stabbed it towards the old man's neck with all his might, just like a tiger attacking, and his edge was suddenly revealed.

However, the young man didn't see how the old man moved, and the iron sword in his hand was firmly clamped by the old man's two fingers, and he couldn't move at all.

The old man just closed his eyes and remained silent.

The young man gritted his teeth and pulled the embedded iron sword, but the old man's fingers were as steady as a rock, and no matter how hard the young man tried, he still did not move.

It was only then that he could see the old man's face clearly.

It was a serious and upright old face, and its appearance looked ordinary, except for the red diamond-shaped mark between the eyebrows, there was almost nothing that people could remember deeply.

The old man opened his eyes and squinted slightly at the young man, his eyes opening and closing, revealing a faint golden light.

It was a pair of eyes that were extremely cold.

The young man only felt a chill on his back, and a cold killing intent came to him.

He knew that he was going to die, but as a Lingnan native, he did not want to let go of the hilt of his sword and chose to flee.

The boy tried several more times, but still did not pull out the rusty sword, and the boy, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, completely fainted after several attempts.

But......

His hand, but still holding the sword!

The old man clamped the blade of the rusty sword with two fingers, and the young man fell to the ground unconscious, but his hand still held the hilt of the sword firmly, so his body hung in the air, and the scene was very strange.

The burly old man was surprised.

He has cultivated swords for many, many years, and during this time, he has seen countless sword cultivation geniuses.

But it was the first time in his life that he had seen such a resolute person, and if a sword cultivator had such a resolute will, it could be rated as: Sword Heart Resoluteness.

Thinking of the sword heart's decision, the old man remembered a poem: A strong man is resolute, and he sees a stone crack in the fire. Killing people without looking back, suicide is like a temporary farewell.

The old man whispered softly: "If you kill someone, you won't look back, and if you kill yourself, it's like a temporary farewell." ”

This scene, this poem, this person, is exactly what it means.

But the thing that shocked the old man the most was not the young man's resolute temperament, but the cold killing intent he showed at the moment when he drew his sword.

As the only five remaining Great Sword Sects in the Tang Kingdom, the burly old man naturally understood what that cold killing intent was.

Sword Intent!

This young man who looks like a teenager actually has sword intent, and the qi sea he sees is not a cultivator, how did he comprehend the sword intent?

The burly old man was puzzled......

It is rare or unusual for a teenager to have sword intent, and the old man does not believe it, but after all, the facts are in front of him, and he is not unacceptable.

In fact, what really makes the old man incomprehensible and unbelievable is another thing.

The cultivation of the burly old man can be described as heavenly.

But this young man actually touched two steps behind him, and he didn't notice it in the slightest, if it weren't for the monstrous killing power that erupted at the moment when the young man took out his sword, the old man might not have time to react, and he would have been stabbed in the neck by the iron sword in his hand.

"Freaks. ”

Looking at this young man who was like a "freak" with a "sword heart", the old man was moved to accept the apprentice.

After a night of continuous autumn rain, the burly old man poured a trace of spiritual power into the young man's body to help him remove the residual toxins.

At dawn, the boy slowly woke up, opened his cloudy eyes, and sat down on the ground tiredly.

The young man looked up at the burly old man standing with his hands in his hands.

The old man asked in a vicissitudes of voice, "What's your name?"

"I don't remember ......"

The young man looked at the burly old man, "What about you?"

"My name is Kunjun. ”

He opened his mouth and asked lightly, "What about your parents?"

The boy replied, in a flat tone: "It's all gone." ”

For these life and death, the burly old man has long looked down on it, he just said: "It was the old man who saved you, according to the saying of "knotting grass and rings" here, I am kind to you." ”

One law and one sword level business, drunk volley sword Wuji.

The burly old man turned around and looked outside the Northwest Pass, "There is a sect over there, the old man is a monk of that sect, from today on, you will be called 'Jian Wuji', if you can live until the next meeting, I will accept you as an apprentice." ”

"Definitely!"

From that day on, the boy had a new name, "Jian Wuji".

Knots and rings are two stories about repaying kindness......

The former is about an official who marries his father's concubine to another person and does not let her be buried, and the father, who has died of his concubine, in order to repay his daughter's kindness, entangles the weeds on the ground into a mess, trips over the benefactor's opponent, and lets the benefactor win.

The latter is about a child who saved the life of a trapped yellow finch, and the yellow finch brought four white rings, claiming that this ring would keep the benefactor's children white and in a high position for generations.

Later generations combined the two allusions into a sentence, which is a metaphor for receiving favors from others, and must be rewarded with great rewards, and life and death will be unswerving, which is the so-called "ring and grass".

Jian Wuji didn't know any big truth, but "Tiering Grass" was a story passed down from generation to generation in Lingnan, and it was also the only truth that his black-skinned father taught him.

Jian Wuji on the Ancient Tea Horse Road got up and headed towards the Immortal City, he looked at the northwest in the distance, and he secretly swore an oath.

"Saving grace, I'm coming, don't die. ”