Day after day, the mighty river flows around Dahe Village and flows into the distance. Rows of willows float in the wind on the riverside, and a touch of residual sun shines down, adding a bit of depression.

As night approached, a 10-year-old child was playing in the field, and although there was no one around, the child still enjoyed it. I saw him staring at a cricket, and the look of concentration under his slightly immature face showed the childlike innocence of the child.

I saw that his whole body was tense, and he was concentrating and holding his breath. A large cricket raised its tentacles, and a pair of black eyes looked around motionlessly. The child stretched his hands forward slowly, and was about to catch the cricket, but suddenly there was a noise in the forest, and the cricket was frightened and jumped into the night.

Just when he was annoyed, he found a group of men in black chasing a middle-aged man running towards him. I saw that the big man suddenly stopped, and suddenly there was a long sword in his hand, and the people in black also quietly stopped.

A wisp of wind blew, and the big man moved, only to hear the sound of the sword wind, a few white lights flashed, and the black-clothed people had all fallen between the lightning and the stone fire.

The child stood motionless, looking at the group of people in distraction.

The middle-aged man's body began to sway from side to side, and he was about to fall down on his unsteady feet. The battle seemed to drain all his strength, and he looked at the child, and staggered to this side, when suddenly he was lying in the dark.

At night, it was silent, and I saw a big man and a small one standing next to the big man. The child stares at the adult, as if waiting for something.

The adult hesitated, frowned, looked at the big man quietly for a long time, and suddenly turned around and strode away.

At night, the moon was dark, the stars were dim, the river was flowing calmly, and occasionally a few hoarse crows could be heard from the tree poles, and the corpses were staggered to other places.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight entered the room, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, looked around, and found that he had entered a simple room. After getting out of bed and moving, I found that the previous injuries had been treated, and after thinking about it, I walked out, and just walked out of the door, I saw a middle-aged man over thirty years old with a child walking towards this side.

The middle-aged man looked ordinary, his thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was no superfluous movement in his gestures.

The young man stood beside him, with a fair complexion and a touch of handsomeness in his facial features. It's the kid I saw yesterday.

Dahan took a few steps forward and bowed to thank him, "Thank you to the benefactor for saving me, Heng is grateful here!"

"Haha, Heng Zhuang doesn't have to be polite, let's go into the house and sit. The man stretched out his hand and pointed forward, inviting the big man to come in and talk again.

This male owner is the head of the Yang family, Yang Zhen. And the child next to him is his beloved son, Yang Yong.

"Heng Zhuangshi, I saw you fall to the ground last night, seriously injured" Speaking of this, Yang Zhen paused, "Although it has been dealt with for you, it is best not to move." Then he pointed to his son and said, "This is the dog who told me the news yesterday, Xiao Yong," he said and looked at his son, his eyes showing infinite doting.

"Thank you little young master for saving your life!" Hengyuan saluted Yong and thanked him. Knowing that he was saved by Yang Yong, Hengyuan was very grateful.

Yang Yong saw him salute and thank him, and his heart was also very happy. He replied, 'Uncle Heng doesn't need to be polite. ’。

Yang Zhen looked around, and then said, "Heng Zhuangshi, our Yang family has been short of logistics manpower recently, I don't know ...... you."

Hengyuan was stunned, and immediately understood Yang Zhen's kindness.

"Thank you, master!" he said, and bowed again.

After Yang Zhen finished explaining various affairs, he took Hengyuan around Yang's house, told him many things to pay attention to, and then let Yang Zhen become familiar with himself, and then left to do his own thing.

Hengyuan just can't ask for it, he has always had the habit of acting alone, but he is not used to having someone next to him. After turning the yard, I went out.

After some investigation, I found that the place I was in was called Dahe Village, which was relatively remote, and the Yang family was a medium force in this village, but it was praised by many people for its rigorous actions.

When I was thinking about it, I noticed that a small head emerged from the wall, and it turned out to be Yang Yong. After beckoning to Yang Yong, Hengyuan walked in front of Yang Yong, squatted down to look at Yang Yong, and asked, "Little young master, is there something wrong?" Yang Yong took out the sword behind his back and handed it to Hengyuan, saying, "This is your sword." Hengyuan was a little surprised, but more than that, he was still happy, "Thank you, little young master"

Finding out that his saber was lost and returned, Hengyuan was very happy. "Call me Xiao Yong, my parents call me that", Yang Yong said, "Okay, Xiao Yong", Hengyuan also likes to be called that. "Uncle Heng, let's go play on the street with me", Yang Yong pleaded, Hengyuan thought that having a child by his side would not be in the way, and replied with a smile: "Okay".

Hengyuan let Yang Yong ride on his shoulders and wander around the village.

After walking for a while, I felt comfortable, watching the children on the street frolicking, and the endless stream of people on the street, I suddenly felt a little trance, "I don't know when I don't have this feeling anymore," Heng sighed with relief.

After shopping for a few hours, Hengyuan and Yong returned to Yang's courtyard, and when they walked to the room where Hengyuan lived at the beginning, Yong said: "Uncle Heng, I'm going back, I will often come to play with you." With that, he walked away in small steps.

After crossing a few paths, Yong came to his father's room. When Yang Zhen saw Yong coming, his joy was revealed, and he said, "Xiao Yong, come here, my father has something to talk to you about."

Yang Yong walked towards his father, suddenly, Yang Zhen smashed his fist at Yong, and in a blink of an eye, the fist had already arrived in front of Yang Yong, Yang Yong seemed to have expected it, sideways evaded, clenched his fist and attacked Yang Zhen's lower abdomen, and began to fight back, Yang Zhen retreated to dodge. Then, the two took out the wooden sword from the corner of the house, and always kept a distance around the circle, waiting for an opportunity to find each other's weaknesses, suddenly, Yang Zhen's sword tip went forward, pointing at Yang Yong's left shoulder, Yang Zhen didn't wait for the move, and the sword blade was biased towards Yang Yong's left neck. Yang Yong raised his sword to block, and the two of them made more than a few dozen moves, and finally Yang Zhen was taken by surprise and Yang Yong was defeated.

In order to hone Yang Yong's swordsmanship, Yang Zhen practiced with Yang Yong with a wooden sword, and others were used to it.

After practicing the sword, Yang Zhen put the wooden sword back in its place, and Yang Zhen said to Yang Yong: "Okay, I have important things to talk about next, you have to pay attention to it."

Yang Yong raised his head.

Yang Zhen said: "The Tianwu Academy in the capital wants to recruit martial artists from all over the world, and the age of the martial artist must be 18 to 21 years old, since you were 7 years old, you have been practicing swordsmanship for three years, and you have achieved good results." ’

Saying that, Yang Zhen looked at Yang Yong, and his eyes revealed this relief.

"However, you still don't know anything about the cultivation of martial artists, and it is useless to know about this soon, so I will tell you now."

Here's what you're going to listen to. After speaking, Yang Zhen raised his head.