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Xiaofangzhai can only be regarded as a third-rate village in the northwest, with barren land and cannot feed much of the population.

The young and strong people in the village, who have a little ambition, are unwilling to dig in the soil to eat, and they have gone out to make a living.

If you have high ambitions, go directly to the imperial capital, or go to the Jiangdu of the flower world in the south of the Yangtze River. Slightly worse, go to the capital of Longxing, the land of Taizu of this dynasty, or go to the capital of Shaanzhou. The worst is to go to Danxia Village, the largest village in Xihe Plain.

Putting aside how many of these young people can stand on the outside, let's just say that there are only 30 families left in the small square village today. Most of these 30 families are old and weak, women and children, as if they are forgotten people, living in this barren land without any quarrel with the world.

It wasn't until an old man passing by that the silence of the village was broken.

The old man didn't know how old he was, he was full of white hair, he was tall, he was dressed in black all the year round, and he carried a long strip-shaped wooden box, which was wrapped in Shu brocade weaving that was difficult to see in a small place.

There is a cliff behind the stockade.

On this day, the old man sat cross-legged on the cliff, and the wooden box was crossed on his lap.

Although it was already summer, the northwest wind was still howling, blowing the old man's robe to the sound of hunting, and after the old man sat motionless on the cliff for two hours, a little boy came to the old man's side not far away, holding a newly caught summer cicada in his hand.

The child looked at the old man with curious eyes, and the wooden box on the old man's lap.

The old man smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

The childish child was very angry, not afraid, but a little shy, "My name is Xu Beiyou." ”

The old man patted the ground beside him, "Come and sit." ”

The boy snorted, ran to the old man, and sat down cross-legged as he did.

An old man and a young man sat side by side on the cliff, looking at the scenery outside the cliff and listening to the howling wind.

The child's gaze remained on the wooden box wrapped in brocade, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "What is in here?"

The old man replied calmly, "With a sword." ”

The child's eyes widened, filled with wonder.

He hasn't seen a sword since he was a child!

The young boy hesitated for a moment, and then with some reluctance, he sent the Xia Cicada in his hand to the old man, and said seriously: "I'll give this to you, can you let me see what the sword looks like?"

The old man had an inexplicable smile on his face, and asked rhetorically, "A cicada?"

The childish boy named Xu Beiyou shook his head and said with a serious face: "It's a summer." ”

The old man was slightly stunned, then laughed, reached out to take the childish summer cicada, and peeled off the wrapped Shu brocade, revealing the rosewood box underneath.

The well-mannered old man slowly got up, and the sword box was erected by itself as if it were spiritual.

The old man stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of the sword box, and said softly: "The national enemy is old before the snow, and there is a sound of the fairy sword in the box at night." Look at it, little one!"

When the words fell, the sword box trembled suddenly, first wisps of cyan sword qi seeped out of the sword box, reflecting the old man and the childish child in a green light, and then with the old man's voice to ask for the sword, the sword box burst open.

First, there was a sword qi that rushed straight to Xiao Han to shoot bullfighting.

Later, there was a three-foot green edge.

There were once people who held this sword and ran rampant all over the world.

Xu Beiyou's eyes were full of shock.

Sometimes, a single cicada encompasses an entire summer.

Sometimes, a sword overturns most of the world.