I don't know how long "people" have lived here as people, but those who have the ability say that there are actually four continents in this world, and the mysterious 'Sea China'.

Man is a flamboyant animal—but also the most powerful—so they are divided into four continents, east, west, north and south----- according to their geographical location, and they have very simple names.

Even the drunken idlers who want to listen to the story remember it, and according to the stories and history passed down by their own ethnic group, they divide the "people" -----who are originally of the same race into countless different families and classes, and different families and different classes must have different relationships and different statuses.

Because of this relationship between people, open and secret battles are often staged, making people less and less human. Thus a mysterious, unwritten social class was formed – people called it "Jianghu".

Recently, the rivers and lakes have not been very peaceful, and a family in Dongzhou, the Guan family, has been wiped out, and I don't know if there is still a living mouth.

For the small clan, this is obviously a great thing, because the Guan family has recently become very prominent and powerful, and its demise symbolizes the loss of a strong enemy, who would not be happy? But for those big clans, this has become a big burden, not only to prove that they have nothing to do with themselves, but also to say some clichés condemning the killer and sympathizing with the dead, which is really tiring.

But who would have thought that the Guan family would really have a living mouth?

Guan Daocun was walking blindly through the forest, it had been almost a day, but he had no intention of going out at all, he was just going around in circles, so how could he take revenge?

Suddenly, he stumbled under his feet, fell out, rolled down a low knoll, and fell into a clearing. He propped himself up, only to find something very strange.

It was an old ancestral hall.

Although there is no sign of any change in the tiled roof, the vermilion painted walls have turned gray-brown, apparently still some years.

Although Guan Daocun thought it was strange----- he finally had a place to rest, so he crossed the threshold and walked into the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was simpler than he had imagined—there was not even a spiritual seat, just a table and a sword, lying quietly in the sword stand on the table.

"A sword?" Guan Daocun laughed to himself, he couldn't think of anything else worth placing here besides the spiritual seat - and the sword occupying the position of the tablet was obviously a big deal. But when he looked at the sword carefully, he understood.

The blade of the sword was very narrow, only a finger wide, but nearly four feet long, a little longer than ordinary swords, and the scabbard was very plain, without any ornamentation, and hung with a belt made of cooked cowhide, which seemed to be pinned to the waist.

Pulling out the sword body, the sound of "Cang" was particularly harsh, and it seemed that the sharpness would not be any worse.

The blade and blade are not the usual off-white, but are somewhat yellowish.

Compared with the simple sword body and scabbard, the hilt and handguard are particularly eye-catching, and the handguard does not have the usual dragon pattern, but a sculpture of a beast that looks like a dragon and not a dragon, the body of the beast is like a wolf, and the head of the dragon is twisted at a strange angle, making it look like it is holding the sword, rather than a person holding the sword.

Guan Daocun saw the sword, pinned it to his waist, and bowed deeply to the table: "Disturb the rest of your seniors, the younger generation is deeply sorry, but the younger generation has a family feud, and it is only in the world, only this way, wait until the dust settles, and then return this sword!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was dizzy, collapsed to the ground, and fell asleep—he was so tired: he saw his house ruined and his blood flowing, and he had to live as a corpse eater; who could bear it, and who would dare to bear it, and who would bear it?

What's more, he is still a young man with an unstable mind, but such an experience will inevitably rewrite his humble and pitiful life - and the entire rivers and lakes.

......

When I woke up this time, I was greeted by aromas and laughter—was it just a dream?

Guan Daocun got up excitedly, wanting to see the faces of his family, but he was still disappointed: it was not the familiar mansion, but the boundary of the woods.

In front of him was a horse gang, and a dozen men in charge of escorting were around the campfire, talking and laughing about the dry food of the evening, drinking cheap liquor, and roasting a few wild beasts, which seemed to have just been caught in the woods.

Hearing the commotion on his side, a man turned his head, his face was already red from the spirits: "Little brother, are you awake?" saw Guan Daocun leaning on the tree.

He immediately withdrew and shouted, "That boy is awake! He is in good spirits!" So the men all came together, and one of them handed him a large cake: "Not long after we entered the mountain, we found you lying in a ruined temple, sleeping soundly! The brothers were not careful, so they took you out, eat some, and hurry tomorrow morning!

At this time, Guan Daocun found that there was another person by the fire, a peer who was about the same age as him, lying with a spear on his back, but his body was straight, which was in great contrast with the comfortable lying posture, and the gun was not much different from an ordinary red tassel gun, but looking at the young man's not very comfortable posture, it was not difficult to imagine how hard the barrel of this gun was, and how deep this person's martial arts were; At the tip of the gun, a sculpture of a dragon-headed beast squatting on the ground, very similar to the hilt of the sword at his waist, Guan Daocun clenched the sword and glared at the young man.

"Eh, little brother, that's our people, martial arts are good, and he helped a lot along the way, but we are rough men and can't get along with him, so he just sits there alone, in fact, he is a good person, don't be rude!" a man hurriedly came to persuade.

Hearing the man's smile, he let go of his hand, waved his other hand, signaled that it was all over, and the men would all understand, and sat back by the fire to eat.

As soon as the men sat down, the young man flew and jumped, and in a blink of an eye he came to Dao Cun's side: "This sword ......"

"How?"

"Good sword, good sword......" he muttered, squinting at the beast sculpture.

"Just a good sword?" Guan Daocun quipped. "Of course not, it's more important to be armed with a sword. I can see that you have a story. He smiled and said, "Ermulin, at the will of heaven, my name is Lin Ying." ”

"I'm an enemy. Guan Daocun understands that saying the word "Guan" at this time is tantamount to digging his own grave, he has already thought of his pseudonym, surnamed Qiu, which is just in response to the deep hatred of the sea of blood.

"Qiu Dao is not a homonym for seeking the Tao, a good name, hehe. Lin Ying smiled, "Make a friend, right? I never let down my friend." ”

"Hmm......" Hearing what Lin Ying said, Guan Daocun hesitated.

"Afraid that I will drag you down, rest assured, someone like you must have something big happening, if there is a hatred ......"

"How do you know if I have a grudge?"

"Intuition - if there is, I'll report it for you. He looked up and watched as Mars floated into the sky.

"Why?" "Just when I look at you, what do you say?"

"Okay then, I hope you're reliable, after all-" Guan Daocun suddenly held back his voice, his lips moved slightly, and he forced his voice into a line, and said, "My surname is Guan." ”

Lin Ying sighed, and said in the same force: "You friend, I have made up my mind, anyway, I am a dangerous person!" Guan Daocun raised his head, looked at the starry sky, and a light flowed from the corner of his eye.

"Crying?"

"No, look, the sky...... So beautiful. ”