On the path outside the village, the rickety old man pestle the dead wooden cane, step by step, and walked towards the front with difficulty. Seven or eight steps behind, followed by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. Dressed in blue and dirty and muddy, with a huge fish basket around his neck, the rain poured from his head and wet his whole body, his delicate little face was thin and pale, and his eyes were misty and lifeless.

Walking in the rain, the young man's steps forward were a little hesitant, and the whole person looked drowsy, as if he might fall down at any time.

Walking from the path outside the village to the entrance of the village, the rain and mist diffused a faint fragrance of rice from all directions. The boy sniffed his nose, exhaled the air and suddenly lifted his spirits, and his stomach "gurgled".

The wooden houses in the village shimmered, and the sound of people grinding their teeth for eating could be clearly heard. The young man swallowed his saliva, but he was unwilling to move towards the man in front of him.

From the entrance of the village to the east of the village, the rickety old man found the remote and dilapidated house that no one lived in. I picked up old firewood from the kitchen and broken wood from the house, and made a fire.

Take the fish, scrape the scales, cut the abdomen, there is no need to clean it without water, and it is right to touch a few handfuls of unmelted white snow. The rickety old man casually used a wooden branch to pierce the belly of the fish and grilled it directly in the fire.

The boy hugged his knees and crouched far away in the corner of the dilapidated house. His eyes were squinting and trembling, drowsy, and unsettled.

I don't know how long I was drowsy, and something burned my cold face. The boy woke up slowly, and it turned out that the thing close to him was a charred fish head, and the aroma of the fish was fragrant and made his eyes shine.

The boy's fingers were stiff and unsteady, and the fish's head rolled to the ground and was covered with dust. He didn't care at all, quickly picked up the head of the fish and stuffed it directly into his mouth, and gnawed on the dirt like a wild dog.

Teenager, it's just crazy to be tortured on an empty stomach!

The fine flesh of the fish's head was swept away, and the bone spurs were eaten clean. Even the bones that could be chewed were swallowed by the boy without a single bite.

The empty stomach was filled with this very little cooked food, and the young man's pale face also regained a little vitality.

"Come here!"

The rickety old man's voice was very soft and weak, and he could hear it very clearly in the silence of the night.

The fire had a dim glow, and it was very warm.

The boy hesitated for a moment, moved timidly, huddled on his knees and faced the fire, and the boy nested in a ball.

Throwing the fish bone in his hand, the rickety old man wiped the back of his hand and asked, "What's your name?"

"Yang... Yang Yifan!" The boy replied in a low voice.

The rickety old man nodded slightly: "Oh, how old are you? Where did you come from and where are you going?"

Yang Yifan didn't hide it, pouted the corners of his chapped lips, and said, "Fourteen, I want to go to Dongji Mountain in Dongzhou from the capital of the Middle Earth Emperor. ”

"Oh, it's not a coincidence! Dongji Mountain is in the easternmost part of Dongzhou, and I don't go there all the way north, why are you still following me all the way?" asked the rickety old man indifferently.

Yang Yifan shook his head, confused and said, "I, I don't know..."

"All the way east, if you can see the highest mountain on the coast, it should be the boundary of the Higashi-Pole Mountains, which is nearly sixty thousand miles away. ”

The rickety man added some firewood, and he couldn't help but feel a little stunned in his heart, 60,000 miles is almost an impossible distance for a fourteen-year-old boy who has no money and no driving tools.

Yang Yifan was neither surprised nor surprised when he heard this, and did not seem to react. The two of them moved slowly one after the other for six days and six nights over ten mountains and fields, without saying a word in between. Admittedly, there really isn't much to say between two strange lonely people.

But at this time, since he opened his mouth, he simply broke the casserole, he looked up at the rickety old man and asked the doubts in his heart: "Did you save me?"

"Oh, you remember?"

"I can't remember clearly, but it's just you when I wake up. ”

The rickety old man looked at the young man with one eye and a little weird, and sighed: "Sort of, I couldn't help but move my hand on impulse." Now, I regret it in my heart..."

Yang Yifan heard his affirmation, a glimmer of light flashed in his gray pupils, and he couldn't help but ask urgently: "What about her?"

"He, she?" said the old man in thought, "are you talking about the man in black with you, or the little girl?"

Yang Yifan's eyes glowed with scorching light, and his voice trembled excitedly: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, it's Uncle Wang, and Li'er..."

The rickety old man grinned and smiled: "Dead! all dead, dead at the hands of the women of the Taoist Heavenly Sect!"

Outside, the wind howls and whines!

Rain spills from the night sky onto the earth and falls on uneven rooftops. Raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, falling from eaves, walls, and leaves, like beads with broken threads, and finally joining together to form a column of water.

Rainwater drifted through the cracks in the roof and made a noisy noise on the rubble scattered on the ground.

"Crackle!"

The dead branches exploded, and the shaking fire suddenly became a little lower.

Yang Yifan fell to the ground, holding his hands on his chest and panting heavily. The touch of the palm of the palm touched the heart of the "Tututu" as if it was about to break free. He opened his mouth and pulled his throat, but he couldn't make any sound for a long time.

I want to cry without tears, I want to shout without tears!

The eyes were tarnished and covered with mist, and finally lost any color. He curled up, shivering and choking.

The rickety old man didn't look at him either, but just added the firewood beside him into the pile, and the fire was a little milder than before.

"Qing is clear, Ming is clear, ethereal and wonderful, I know clearly, delusion must be broken triple clear!

The faint voice came out of the mouth of the rickety old man, he got up with the wooden cane, staggered towards the only door of the broken house, and said in a low voice: "People die, don't have resentment at a young age, remember that sentence silently to calm down." I'm going out, you don't have to come over!"

The night is very dark!

The wind and rain are blowing, and you can't see your fingers.

The rickety old man's body was crumbling in the wind and rain, as if he might be blown up by the wind at any time.

There was no light in the thatched huts in the distance, and the small village below the mountain had fallen silent. There was an open space under his feet, and the rickety old man walked forward for about thirty steps, and his body suddenly stopped.

He shouted into the rain, "I've been scared since two days ago, don't you think I don't know anything about it, come out and the flies of the night." ”

At night, except for the sound of the wind and rain, he couldn't hear or see anything, and the old man stood alone in the rain.

It's been more than half an hour... The old man remained still, and there was a strange sound in the rain.

The footsteps are brisk, rustling in the muddy water. The rickety old man didn't look at it, his earlobes trembled slightly, and he could tell that three people had surrounded him.

"I can't stand it for most of the hour, my feet are impetuous and my qi is thin, and it seems that most of them are the most unpopular whistle eagles in the 'night'!"

The rickety old man muttered to himself in a deep voice, losing interest: "If you don't hate me, you're a newcomer to cannon fodder who has been ignored by the above." The falcon should not show up, let alone be here!

In the rain, some people said disdainfully: "Don't talk nonsense! You old man who is half-naked and want to die even dare to occupy the sixth position on the 'lore list.'" These days, the three of us brothers have suffered a lot by climbing mountains and wading through waters, and today we can jump four steps in a row to reach the ground by taking your head! Hmph, seeing that you are not angry on your face and your feet are unstable now, you should still be caught with your hands tied and accept your life——"

There was a piercing clang, and the sword was drawn out of its sheath!

The silver blade of the sword dangled with a ray of white light, piercing from the dark night.

The rickety old man stomped his right foot, and the earth trembled and the wooden staff flew. The dead wood seemed to have eyes, and he picked up the long sword in front of him with a wrist, and he turned sideways to avoid a sword light.

The wooden staff rotated and started, and the rickety old man calmly turned back a little. The sword light behind him almost pierced into his chest by an inch, but the sword momentum stagnated, and it was the wooden staff that hit the man's throat, and the young man's body was stunned, and he flew backwards and fell.

"Second brother—" Someone exclaimed!

The young man who fell to the ground struggled to get up, his body trembled violently, he threw his long sword, covered his throat with both hands, and fell down again.

The bottom of the wooden staff was mixed with the bright red liquid dripping from the rain, and the broken bottom was a sharp tip, which was completely broken!

The land of Dongzhou, advocating sword cultivation!

All of them regard the 'Cangli Sword School' of Dongji Mountain, one of the six major sects of Yunhuang, as the orthodoxy of Dongzhou Swordsmanship!

Therefore, there are many sword cultivation in Dongzhou, the sword style is mottled, and there are many strange and chaotic moves that do not understand the way of the sword. I don't know the sword intent, I can't really do it, and even more so, I directly modify the ordinary sword moves of mortals for my own use, and I laugh and be generous!

The swords of these three people are all strange and inflexible, and even the long sword in their hands is made of inferior century-old fine iron.

"Big brother, what should I do? This old man doesn't look easy to deal with, do you want to..."

The sword slashed across the shoulders of the rickety old man, tearing through a piece of linen.

"Hmph! The cheap bones can't hold on for long when they're old, and if you dare to hurt the third brother, you will be ordered to pay for your life!

"Well... Okay!

Someone urged the true qi, and the sword was attached to the white light, and a sword slashed out, and three sword shadows were different from the real and the virtual.

Behind the rickety old man, another sword light was raised at the same time, and the man shouted: "Break!"

In the dark night, the two sword lights turned into a waning moon and tore fiercely on the rickety old man's body.

The wooden staff is held high and immediately removed from the hand.

The rickety old man's hands were sealed, and the wooden staff was wrapped around the insignificant black mist out of nowhere, which actually blocked the two gorgeous sword lights. His rickety figure flickered in place for a moment, and then the sword was extinguished, and the two figures spurted blood and flew out.

"Bang dang!"

The next moment, the sword fell to the ground, silent. The two men fell in the distance and never lived again.

The rickety old man stood in place and exhaled deeply, leaned on his staff, and shook for a while.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Rapid cough, weak voice full of exhaustion.

He stood for a moment, taking a few breaths.

He was about to turn around when he suddenly looked down...

I saw a narrow gap above my chest, and black blood was spurting thinly, but I didn't feel any pain!

"Sword? It's sword energy... Who? Who? When the hell is it?"

The rickety old man raised his head, his heart churned, and his face was shocked.