Longcheng is a small town in the northwest border, the Feng Dynasty has a wide range of soldiers and a prosperous country, so the world has been peaceful in recent years.

This town of less than 1,000 people has gone through many dynasties, but it is still sitting unharmed somewhere on the border.

The people here are fierce, and the neighbors have strange temperaments.

For example, the old drunkard Pang on the other side of Huaiye Lane, his family is poorer than Wenchen's family, but the wine in the wine gourd in his hand has never been broken.

And such an old drunkard is also very respected by the people here, because the poor here will go to Old Man Pang to take a look if they have any minor illnesses and disasters, Wen Chen naturally despises old drunkards like Old Man Pang, but this old guy always pulls Wen Chen to chat when he has something to do.

So Wenchen always avoids this old guy.

Another example is that Ma Erpang and Liu Cripple are usually very fierce, but they are timid, and they don't have brains, it seems that the people in Longcheng don't have brains, except for Li Mucheng and Song Xiaoworm.

In a small fenced courtyard deep in the alley there is only one thatched hut with a large black water tank in the middle of the yard, and only a table and a bed with two porcelain bowls and two chopsticks on the table.

In addition, it can be described as a family with four walls.

The black charcoal boy entered the fence yard, sat on the door frame, and gently waved the wicker in his hand.

The girl sat quietly next to the black charcoal boy.

"Do you think those officials will take Feng Ling away?" the black charcoal boy suddenly asked.

The girl shook her head, which would have made her hungry to the point of starring.

"Hey, Liu Zhi?" a delicate voice came from outside the fence wall.

Soon a small head poked out of the doorway.

When he saw the black charcoal boy also sitting in the yard, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he ran away.

"Song Xiaoworm, if you dare to run and break your legs, I'll break your legs!" The black charcoal boy didn't chase him, but leaned lazily against the door, and his voice raised a little.

Song Xiaoworm really stopped, he turned his head and looked at the black charcoal boy with tears in his eyes.

"Bring it!" beckoned the black charcoal boy.

Song Xiaoworm hurriedly trotted to the black charcoal boy and took out four snow-white steamed buns from his arms.

"Song Xiaoworm, do you like my Liu Zhi?" asked the black charcoal boy as he stared at Song Xiaoworm, who was two years younger than him.

The girl Liu Zhi turned a deaf ear and stared at the four snow-white steamed buns in the hands of the black charcoal boy with burning eyes.

Song Xiaoworm sucked the two slugs that were about to fall on his mouth, and didn't dare to answer.

"Buns!" the black charcoal boy scolded, and then he took out a steamed bun and broke it in half, and gave the less half to Liu Zhi, while he took three and a half steamed buns and devoured them.

"What a conscienceless little bastard, it's hard for Liu Zhi to be such a good girl!" scolded a woman on the other side of the fence.

The black charcoal boy ate the steamed buns by himself, ignoring the woman at all, Liu Zhi's half of the steamed buns were quickly eaten, she looked at the remaining steamed buns in the black charcoal boy's hands, and kept swallowing saliva.

"Song Xiaolong, you white-eyed wolf, little bastard, when our steamed buns fell from the sky?" The woman walked into the fence courtyard and twisted Song Xiaoworm's ears fiercely.

"Mother, it hurts!" Song Xiao Worm screamed.

This woman is Song Xiaolong's mother-in-law, Lu's, Song Xiaolong Laozi is the owner of Longcheng Commercial Bank, and most of the shops in Longcheng are Song Xiaolong's family.

Song Xiaolong's son Song Guoyuan married four wives, Lu is a concubine, she is one of the best beauties in Longcheng Town, although she is a concubine, she is the most favored by Song Guoyuan.

In addition, the Lu family gave birth to Song Guoyuan's Song incense Song Xiaolong, she is now a man of his word in the Song family, but Song Xiaolong is really a tiger father and a dog compared to his wise and martial father.

Song Xiaolong is timid by nature, and he is always bullied among these half-grown children, so he is called Song Xiaoworm by the black charcoal boy.

Since Song Xiaoworm was bullied by Wen Chen, the Lu family basically followed Song Xiaoworm openly and secretly, her son was too sloppy, and he didn't dare to tell her after being bullied.

The black charcoal boy hurriedly finished eliminating the steamed buns in his hand, and gloated as he watched Lu teach Song Xiaoworm a lesson.

"Mother, can you stop beating me in front of Liu Zhi?" said Song Xiaoworm timidly.

"Yo, you little bastard still know how to save face. The woman, Lu Shi no longer twisted her son's ears, and she laughed and scolded.

"Liu Zhi, will you be my Snapdragon's daughter-in-law in the future? As long as you become my Snapdragon's daughter-in-law, you will have endless steamed buns and clothes to wear in the future. Lu narrowed his apricot eyes and looked at Liu Zhi who was sitting next to the black charcoal boy and asked.

Liu Zhi looked a little nervous, her head shaking like a rattle.

The woman Lu didn't mean to blame Liu Zhi, she just sighed softly, and said earnestly: "Silly son, sometimes you have to have it in your life, and you don't have to force it all the time in your life, even if you dig out your heart and lungs for her, you may not be able to enter her heart." ”

Song Xiaoworm looked ignorant, but he still secretly glanced at Liu Zhi.

"Smack!" Lu slapped his son on the back of the head, and said angrily: "If you steal steamed buns from home again, your mother will lock you up for a month." Why don't you go back?"

Song Xiaoworm sighed and followed closely behind the woman Lu.

The black charcoal boy held the wicker in his hand in the shape of a sword in his arms, and he squinted his eyes at the place where Song Xiaoworm and Lu Shi had left.

"Why do you feel like the rain is coming?" the black charcoal boy whispered to himself.

"Liu Zhi, go and inform Ma Erpang, Liu Cripple, they will hold a martial arts conference!" the black charcoal boy ordered.

Glancing at the black charcoal boy who was full of food and tossing, she had no choice but to run to call the fox friend of the black charcoal.

In the twilight, under an old willow tree at the end of the alley, the black charcoal boy held a willow branch in his hand, and in front of the black charcoal boy stood crookedly four or five boys of the same age.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the martial arts conference was held today because Li Mucheng colluded with the barbarians outside the Saiwai ............" The black charcoal boy had a serious face and a loud voice.

And those boys who stood in front of the black charcoal boy were ignorant, which probably meant that when they saw Li Mucheng once in the future, they would beat him once, and of course they would throw mud and stones into Li's mansion.

The children were chirping like birds returning from the night, and no one noticed that at the end of the alley there stood an old man in a red robe and a peachwood cane, looking at them intently.

"Hearing the Tao of three thousand, a sword is dusty. Smell the dust! The red dust is eight thousand feet, the old man will send you a peach luck, rolling red dust, boy, this way of red dust, you still can't ask?"

The black charcoal boy sneezed, looking inexplicable, and Liu Zhi, who was beside the boy, noticed something strange and turned his head to look at the alley wall.

The twilight was deep, the breeze was blowing, and the walls were already empty.

At the end of the "Martial Arts Conference", everyone dispersed, and Liu Zhi followed the black charcoal boy home.

The Li Mansion is brightly lit, and in a library pavilion, a girl in a red robe holds a roll of bamboo slips.

The bamboo slips are engraved with small seals, and there are shocking sword marks on them, and the sword is flowing without dissipation, and it is cool to the bone.

The bamboo slip in the girl's hand is the "Twelve Classics of Kendo" engraved by Wen Sheng himself

It is rumored that before the world is peaceful, Wen Sheng holds the dust, the world of the six countries, and retreats to the north of the barbarians.

It is rumored in the world that when the saint is raised, the dust is left for his son to smell the dust, and the one who gets the dust wins the world.

The northern wilderness is full of soldiers and horses, ready to move, the princes of the six countries are obscure, secretly harboring ghosts, in the world that seems to be prosperous and peaceful, in fact, the forces of all parties are surging.

Li Xuan was stationed in Longcheng for almost a jiazi, and as the commander of Longcheng County, he was more focused on the every move of the black charcoal boy.

Four years ago, an old woman came to Longcheng with two four-year-old children, and after Li Xuan learned that the boy named Wen Chen was the son of Wen Sheng, he took care of it carefully, and the old woman left a sentence before leaving: "Don't let him be rich, as long as he doesn't starve to death!"

Therefore, over the years, Li Xuan has been helping these two people directly, how can Wen Chen only be eight years old, he doesn't learn and has no skills, and walks the streets and alleys with the children of those poor families all day long, nothing to do, many times Li Xuan even doubts whether Wen Chen is the son of the Great Sword Saint Wen Sheng.

"The Twelve Classics of the Way of the Swords", just a dozen sentences, obscure, since hearing the realm of the Holy Ascension Avenue, no one can break through the mystery.

This Twelve Sutras of Kendo is what the old woman gave to Li Xuan, and the old woman entrusted the two boys to be taken care of by Li Xuan, and Wen Sheng's "Twelve Sutras of Kendo" is a reward.

How could this "Twelve Sutras of the Way of the Sword" be like a pearl in Li Xuan's hands, and he couldn't understand it, so he had to dedicate it to the princess.

"Five years later, since someone picked Wenchen and left Dragon City, there will be a bloody storm at that time, and I hope that Lord Li will protect my son-in-law Wenchen thoroughly, and there will be heavy thanks!" This is what the old woman said to Li Xuan when she left.

Four years have passed, and the Longcheng County Order has been trembling, one is to keep an eye on the black charcoal boy and smell the dust, but to teach the fake princess piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and court etiquette.

This fake princess was sent by the imperial court a month after the old woman came to Dragon City, and it was also five years later, and the fake princess would be taken back to the palace.

"Li Xuan, I'll go see Wenchen, don't let the guards follow!" Princess Feng Ling said suddenly.

Li Xuan's memories were pulled back, he was slightly stunned, and then arched his hand and said, "Your Royal Highness Princess, I can send someone to summon Wenchen to the mansion." ”

Feng Ling waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of me." ”

Li Xuan didn't dare to be stubborn, and Feng Ling returned the twelve scriptures of the sword path to the bookshelf. Swagger out.

Li Xuan sent the dead man to hide outside the princess, Feng Ling had long been aware of this, and she didn't care.

This time, she was determined to get the Dust Sword from the Black Carbon Boy, and at the same time to avenge the Black Carbon Boy's disrespect to her four years ago.