At the top of Zhong Mountain, Xiao Shu stood on the edge of the cliff, Zhong Mountain in autumn was fiery red, flying leaves, I still remember that when I first came to Zhong Mountain, it was still a snow white, now the deceased has passed away, leaving the guqin empty, and then I don't hear its sound, the red leaf sword is out of the sheath with the reading, turning into a sword gang of more than ten zhang, Xiao Shu Yu Sword went away, disappeared in the vast sea of clouds.

In a courtyard in the imperial city of Yinzhou, two seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers were holding wooden knives and gesturing with each other, but every time the knife was swung, it was the weakness of the person, and the thoughts were all killing each other, but the two restrained each other, just to the point.

"Si Wen, when will your brother come back, it's hard for me to make a trip, just accompany you to practice knives, it's really boring. Wang Han wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, threw the wooden knife in his hand, and made a gesture so far.

"You have entered the big faction of Tibetan Sword Villa, naturally you don't have to worry about food and clothing, my brother is very busy, just buying this house cost him two years of dart savings, food and clothing all need silver, I don't know when I will come back this time. Lu Siwen pursed his lips and said, picked up the wooden knife, and put it aside neatly.

"Si Wen, if you don't persuade your brother, let him stop being a dart master, with Brother Nianqing's strength, why do you need to make a living like this, it is better to go to any sect to be a guest or a guest in the palace of the powerful people of the court than now, or how about coming to our Hidden Sword Villa?" Wang Han said half-jokingly.

"But don't, just say this to me, don't tell my brother, he hates dealing with these miscellaneous people the most, you don't know, my brother doesn't want to get involved in the rivers and lakes, let alone involve any sect and magnates, in another year, maybe I will also be a dart master." Lu Siwen shook his head again and again.

"Aren't you determined to be a chivalrous man, why do you want to change your career to be a dart head before you start?" Wang Han looked incredulous, he still didn't know what Lu Siwen's temperament was, the two of them had known each other for seven or eight years.

Wang Han, who was bent on revenge, sought teachers everywhere to find a faction, but he couldn't go far away, there were not many big factions nearby, and the younger generation of disciples in the door were either powerful or wealthy businessmen, he was a child of a poor family, without a father or mother and no background, and people didn't look down on him at all.

But Wang Han is also a stubborn character, if you don't accept it, he will come every day, kneeling from morning to night, no matter how much he is persuaded to listen, he will not leave if he gives money, some sects in order to protect their reputation, they have to accept Wang Han on the surface, but within a few days, they will find a reason to expel Wang Han from the division, and if they have a reason, they will no longer take care of it, and you will not be stubborn and stubborn.

With the first time, there is a second time, each sect seems to have agreed, one after another with this method to drive Wang Han away, every time less than three days into the sect because of stealing, the following crimes, disrespect for elders and other reasons were kicked out of the school, for a time it spread, Wang Han was also a little famous at that time, but it was all some notoriety, so that the people in the village believed it was true, began to isolate him, one person said that no one believed it, but what if everyone said so?

Just when Wang Han felt that there was no hope for revenge and couldn't even live his life, how desperate a person must be, he would think of dying, Wang Han knew best, until he met Lu Nianqing.

"Death is actually nothing, it's just a matter of a knife, anyone can do it, but if you Wang Han still have a little backbone, stand up for me, and let those sects see clearly whether they are an incompetent coward or an iron-clad man who rejects them. ”

There were no tears, Wang Han had red eyes, snatched the heavenly knife in Lu Nianqing's hand, and slashed it on his face, from the tip of his right eyebrow to his chin, he would never forget the salty blood flowing into his mouth that day.

Since that day, he has practiced the knife ruthlessly, Lu Nianqing taught him once, he practiced it a thousand times, ten thousand times, until he engraved every move and every style in his heart, he wanted revenge, he wanted to find the enemy who killed his parents at the beginning, and break him into thousands of pieces, he wanted to make those dog-eyed sects regret it, and slap them in the face!

Practicing like this, Lu Siwen was only stunned, but Lu Nianqing was still dissatisfied, this level is not to say that it has been ten years, even if it is a hundred years, it is difficult to be effective, he doesn't know what grievances there are between Wang Han and Xiao Shu, since this is Xiao Shu's own request, then he only disciplines, and the reason has nothing to do with him.

If people's hearts are filled with hatred, they can't tolerate anything else, and it's useless to practice the knife technique 100,000 times.

Therefore, for a period of time, Lu Nianqing no longer taught him knife skills, but took him to the river to fish every day, Wang Han didn't dare to ask more, because he knew Lu Nianqing's temper, and if you said one thing, you had to fish quietly, but if you didn't say half a word, you would inevitably be beaten.

Later, forced to live, Lu Nianqing went to become a dart master, Wang Han entered the Tibetan Sword Villa, no matter whether he learned anything or not, at least he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, but Lu Siwen, who went together, was defeated and eliminated by Wang Han, and he could only practice knives at home alone.

At this moment, as soon as he talked about this matter, Lu Siwen became angry in his heart, glanced at Wang Han and said, "Those who have starved to death in these years are all chivalrous, besides, I have no door or faction, and it is not majestic at all to say it, so you should be it." ”

"After all these years, you still remember, I'm about to forget it. Wang Han smiled and patted Lu Siwen's shoulder.

"Okay, you always sneak out, so won't the Sword Breaking Villa punish you?" Lu Siwen naturally didn't really take it to heart, but just talked.

"It may have been before, but now I am the deacon of the inner door, who dares to expose me?" Wang Han proudly took off a copper waist plate from his waist, and there were really four words on it.

"Ouch, I've been promoted, congratulations to Archdeacon Wang. Lu Siwen pretended to compliment.

"No need to be polite, no need to be polite. ”

Looking at each other's pretentious philistine faces, the two couldn't help laughing.

"It's not too early, you go back, don't really be discovered, let them know that you are in the Sword Sect, but the most powerful thing is the sword technique, you have to make the owner of the Broken Sword Villa angry to death." Lu Siwen said.

"When I found out, I found out, anyway, I was expelled from the division not once or twice, it doesn't hurt or itch, it's a big deal that I will also be a dart master, when the time comes, we will be together, who dares to rob this dart?" Wang Han said indifferently, he had already seen through these so-called sects, all of them were snobbery, and they were better than anyone else with the icing on the cake, but if they wanted to send charcoal in the snow, it was a joke.

Leaving Lu Siwen's house, the smile on Wang Han's face gradually converged, it has been almost ten years, but he is still stuck in the human realm, Lu Nianqing only told him two words of mood, and did not say what to do, he practiced hard every day, and the swordsmanship still did not work, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart, maybe the enemy back then was just a martial artist who did not enter the stream, after all, his parents had not practiced martial arts, just two ordinary people.

When he recalled the bloody picture back then, Wang Han only felt angry, he would never forget that face, even if he didn't know the name, as long as he saw it, he could recognize it, not to mention that he stabbed him with a sword back then, it would inevitably leave a scar, no matter the ends of the world, he had to find that person!

"It's been three years, and I'm a bit disappointed. ”

An indifferent voice sounded behind itself.

"Who!?"

Wang Han turned his head suddenly, the thin face of the person behind him, carrying a red umbrella, dressed in white, waist-length hair scattered behind him, and his eyes were full of chilling indifference.

It was this face that entangled him with nightmares for almost ten years, and the face was always accompanied by a table of bloody organs and two unrecognizable heads, constantly calling "Han'er", scaring him from his dreams and waking him up in a cold sweat.

"It's you ......" Wang Han looked at Xiao Shu in disbelief.

"It's been almost ten years, it's really your ......" The trembling hand stroked the scar on his face, and the irrepressible anger made his voice tremble unconsciously.

"What if it's me?" Xiao Shu asked coldly.

In the absence of words, only ......

Sword out!

"I've been waiting for almost ten years, is that all?"

Xiao Shu smiled disappointedly, quietly watched the sword blade stabbed into his heart, only an inch away, the last hair came first, reached out and pinched the sword blade, and with a slight effort, the long sword cast by the dark iron was directly twisted into a spiral.

But Wang Han didn't care about it, he clenched the hilt of the sword with red eyes, even if this force had made his tiger's mouth crack, he still wanted to stab the sword towards Xiao Shu with all his might, no matter whether this sword could kill the person in front of him, no matter whether he was invincible to him or not.

"Lu Nianqing taught you to die?"

Xiao Shu's face turned cold, and the strength in his hand increased by one more point, and the Xuantie long sword was twisted and kicked in Wang Han's chest at the same time, Wang Han held the hilt of the sword and flew straight out, breaking several trees in a row, and falling directly into the river.

"Kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Wang Han struggled to get up from the cold river, but Xiao Shu's kick made him sore, and he was already doing his best to climb ashore, so he could only turn over and yell at Xiao Shu constantly, his eyes were full of hatred, he really wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood, all these years he has relied on this hatred to persist until now, but now that the enemy is in front of him, why can't he even stand up?

Hate!

"Why are you so weak, you can't even hurt me, but you are ashamed to take revenge, in fact, you know very well in your heart that you are an incompetent coward, you have been deceiving yourself all your life, you can't take revenge, your parents won't blame you, because they know that their son is a waste and can't do anything. Xiao Shu walked in front of Wang Han, squatted down and said.

Wang Han struggled, stood up, and stared at the enemy in front of him, even if he bit off a piece of Xiao Shu's flesh, but he couldn't do it, Xiao Shu slammed his head to the ground, and the gravel pierced his cheek, hitting his eyes black.

"You don't deserve my sword, why do you want to take revenge, just a few people, isn't it good to steal your life?" Xiao Shu sneered, shook off the water in his hand, stood up, and glanced at Wang Han indifferently, like looking at an ant.

"Don't go! I'm going to kill you...... Kill you......" Wang Han roared weakly, the person in front of him turned to leave, in those eyes, he Wang Han was like a puddle of mud, not even worth a second glance.

He hates it!

Why did I work hard for so many years, but in the end I couldn't even hurt a finger of the other party.

Waste! Cowards! Self-deception!

Wang Han fainted, he still couldn't get up in the end, and blood flowed down his palms to the ground.