On that day, Lin Chuyun was practicing swords alone on his own land.

Suddenly, I heard a commotion not far away.

In the midst of these noisy sounds, he heard Han Yang's beating and scolding. Lin Chuyun was indignant in his heart, Han Yang, this kid, didn't know who he was bullying again.

I don't know if it was out of disgust for Han Yang or out of a sense of justice in his heart, he picked up his wooden sword and headed in the direction where the noise came from.

After walking a few steps, he saw Han Yang leading a group of teenage mountain disciples, each holding a wooden sword, surrounding one person, and the insults were endless, and sometimes the wooden sword in his hand poked at that person.

Lin Chuyun took a closer look, and the person who was surrounded in the center was an old man who was over the age of six. His beard was gray, his face was haggard, and his clothes were ragged, like a beggar, like a vagabond. It's just that at this age, he ended up like this. Lin Chuyun couldn't help but think of the days when he was a street child, why didn't he suffer all kinds of humiliation like this?

But when he saw him, he was pitiful and single-clothed, and the children bullied him for being old and sick, and the wind was long in the west, and the snow was a foot away, and his temples were pale and his fingers were cold.

Lin Chuyun stood up and shouted: "Stop, what are you doing?"

Han Yang was slightly surprised when he saw that it was Lin Chuyun coming, and said with a smile: "It's you kid, it's your turn to meddle with your affairs? This bad old man dares to steal my rations, see if I don't kill him!"

With that, the two swords slashed towards the homeless old man.

Lin Chuyun shouted again: "Stop, we are disciples of Lingyunmen Mountain, we Lingyunmen are famous and upright, as disciples, how can we bully the old and weak? Have you all forgotten the vow you made when you entered the school?" Although he was thin and small, when he said this sentence, he deserved a righteous awe, and many disciples under the mountain were ashamed when they heard it, drooped their heads, and put down the wooden sword in their hands.

Han Yang saw that everyone was drunk by Lin Chuyun, his heart swelled with anger and blood, and he said fiercely: "Why, dare not listen to my orders? Beat me, dare to steal Lao Tzu's food, and beat me to death!"

After all, Han Yang has been a disciple of the mountain for many years, his martial arts are the highest in his martial arts, and he has always been tough to others, and the disciples under the mountain have succumbed to his obscenity, and they hesitated to pick up the wooden sword, but they did not dare to continue to beat people.

"What are you doing, put down your sword for me, have you all forgotten that you were once poor? If you weren't poor, who would run out to steal food on such a cold day, have you all forgotten how those sticks used to hit you?" Lin Chuyun shouted.

When these disciples heard this, they felt ashamed in their hearts, almost all of these disciples under the mountain were from poor backgrounds, their families were ruined, and they ended up here, Lin Chuyun's words aroused the resonance in the hearts of many people, and they refused to raise their swords again.

The old man also seemed to see someone standing up for him, and hurriedly ran behind Lin Chuyun during the gap.

"Okay, okay, all of them have become a kind of man, if you don't fight, I'll fight, Lin Chuyun, if you don't let me beat him, then I'll beat you!" Han Yang was angry and rushed towards Lin Chuyun with his sword.

Lin Chuyun knew that since the day this old man came out, this battle was inevitable, even if he was more than lucky, he was beaten down by Han Yang and lost face, so he also fought with his sword.

The two swords intersected and sonorated. Lin Chuyun tried his best to use all the swordsmanship he had learned these days, all of them were fatal fights, but Han Yang on the opposite side was obviously a step ahead, even so, he was still at a disadvantage.

After a while, he put down the sword in the plate and was knocked down by a sword, only to see him hurriedly flip back, dodging Han Yang's next sword, this move was also taught by the friend named Mouse when he was a wanderer.

"Good boy!" Han Yang saw him dodging this move, and said angrily: "Last time, that stupid big man stood out for you and failed to beat you down, this time, when it hit Lao Tzu's hands, Lao Tzu will convince you, see if you kid dare to be tough here!"

After that, he came towards Lin Chuyun again with great momentum.

At this moment, Zhang Tianpeng rushed over when he heard the sound, and saw that Lin Chuyun was fighting against Han Yang, so he hurriedly stepped forward and drew his sword to join the battle. In an instant, Han Yang was one-on-two and began to fall into disadvantage.

Han Yang made three sword moves in a row, directly taking the hearts of the two of them, repelling the wave of attacks of the two, and glared at Zhang Tianpeng and said, "Silly big man, you still dare to come? Do you forget how I beat you up last time?"

Zhang Tianpeng didn't talk to him, the sword moves in his hand were stacked one after another, and Han Yang was forced to retreat step by step. He suddenly made a move across the Qinling Mountains, shook his long sword, forced the two of them away, and then turned a backflip, even retreating a foot away, looking at the two of them and saying contemptuously: "What a famous and decent disciple under the mountain, two against one, outnumbered, is also the work of heroes and heroes in the rivers and lakes?"

Lin Chuyun knew that what he said was reasonable, and he had never seen much bullying in the duel on the rivers and lakes, but he said toughly: "This old man, I am sure, and I can't let you bully him anymore with all my might." He paused for a moment, and then said: "However, you are right, two to one, it is indeed not the work of the heroes of the rivers and lakes, so let's agree, you and I agree, three days later, in this place to compete, if I defeat you, you will be alone, no longer bullying the weak, not allowed to call any big brother under the mountain!"

When Han Yang heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched with disdain, and he sneered, "Then what if I beat you?"

"If you defeat me, I will kowtow to you, recognize you as a big brother, at your mercy, and listen to your orders!" As soon as Lin Chuyun said this, everyone showed surprise, and Zhang Tianpeng was even more shocked: "Chu Yun, no, how can you kowtow to him and recognize him as a big brother?"

When Han Yang heard this, he laughed and said: "Hahaha, stupid big man, you don't talk nonsense, okay, Lin Chuyun, count you as a kind, a word is a certainty, if I defeat you, you will kowtow to me, recognize me as a big brother, let me be at my mercy, listen to my orders, and don't regret it!"

Lin Chuyun said: "A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase, and he will never regret it!"

"Okay, I accept your challenge, three days later, just here, wait to kowtow to me, Lin Chuyun, you are doomed! You cowards, all give Lao Tzu a witness!"

Han Yang thought that his swordsmanship attainments were definitely above Lin Chuyun, he had been a disciple of the mountain for three years, and his familiarity with Lingyun's swordsmanship was by no means comparable to Lin Chuyun and others who had only been in contact with swordsmanship for less than two months, he did not use all his strength in this competition, and he had already detected Lin Chuyun's depth, so in his heart, he had already won the battle with Lin Chuyun, and even how to defeat Lin Chuyun had already been thought out in his head.

He never believed that Lin Chuyun would be able to improve his swordsmanship by leaps and bounds within three days.

Everyone dispersed with Han Yang, and Lin Chuyun hurriedly picked up the old man who was trembling on the ground, only to hear him say vaguely: "It's so cold...... It's so cold......"

Lin Chuyun and Zhang Tianpeng helped the old man to Lin Chuyun's small hut, and helped the old man in, although it was not warm inside, but it could shelter from the wind and rain, which was warm enough for a homeless man who was about to die. The old man entered Lin Chuyun's small hut and fell asleep.

Zhang Tianpeng asked, "Chu Yun, you said that you would fight against Han Yang in three days, are you sure?"

Lin Chuyun shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Ahh

"No, there isn't. Lin Chuyun sighed and said.

"This ...... Then why do you want to compete with him for three days, isn't that asking for hardship?"

Lin Chuyun smiled bitterly: "Look at this old man, hungry and freezing, and being beaten and scolded by Han Yang and them, if we don't care, we will definitely die, as disciples of Lingyunmen, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, punishing the evil and promoting the good, it is our duty to do such a thing, but to survive with one heart and a clear conscience, we can't just think about beating but can't beat, even if we lose, it's our skills that are not as good as others, nothing is unseemly." ”

"But you promised to kowtow to him. ”

Lin Chuyun sighed and didn't speak for a long time. Suddenly stood up and said to Zhang Tianpeng: "Come on!"

Zhang Tianpeng looked dazed: "Ah, what's coming?"

Lin Chuyun smiled bitterly: "Come and practice sword with me, I don't want to sit still, there are still three days, come soon." ”

Zhang Tianpeng also let out an "oh", drew his sword and stood up.