Sword Continent

Qingcheng Town

Xujia Village

In front of the lonely grave, a young man dressed in black knelt on the ground, staring at the tombstone in front of him with a pair of black eyes.

After a long time, the boy stood up, turned around, and was about to leave, when suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, and he raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

I saw two figures flying in the direction of him from the air one after the other, the former fell more than ten feet away from him, and kept retreating, every step back, the earth under his feet cracked, and he retreated more than a dozen steps before stopping.

At this time, I saw him kneeling on one knee, holding a long sword in his right hand and sticking it on the ground, supporting his body, and then a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.

In the blink of an eye, a person behind him came to the kneeling man with a long sword in his hand, he was a burly middle-aged man, there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and it seemed that he was also injured.

He pointed his long sword at the man on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Hand it over, I can spare your life." ”

The man on the ground raised his head with difficulty and said, "Do you think I'll take it with me?" I have already sent someone back to the Sword Pavilion, haha... , didn't expect that, right?"

The middle-aged man suddenly thought of something, his face changed greatly, his face was hideous, and he said: "Okay, you Liu Yi, you actually tricked me, you go to die" said A sword pierced the chest of the man on the ground, the long sword was pulled out, and a stream of blood sprayed out.

Then, with a move of his hand, a ring on the hand of the man on the ground fell into his hand, he pondered for a moment, his face turned pale, and he said to himself: "Sure enough, I was tricked" He looked at the man who was supporting his body with a sword, and the breath of life was gone, he snorted coldly, turned around, and disappeared at the end of the sky after a while.

The young man not far away looked at the scene in front of him, with a little fear on his face, he stood there and hesitated for a long time, thinking to himself, "No matter who he is, since he is already dead, let yourself meet him, just bury him." ”

He made up his mind and walked towards the man on the ground.

When he walked in front of him, he found that it was an old man who died on the ground, although he was dead, his body did not fall, and he still maintained a kneeling posture.

The blood on his chest was still flowing "tick-tock" along his clothes, and the young man pushed the old man's shoulder, but he didn't push it, just when his hand pushed the old man again, the old man suddenly raised his head, his eyes opened suddenly, his eyes were shining, the young man was shocked, and kept retreating, his eyes looked at the old man in front of him in horror.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him, he looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, his hair was a little messy, his face was sallow, but there was a resoluteness between his eyebrows.

"Child, don't be afraid, I'm Liu Yi, the deputy pavilion master of the Flying Sword Pavilion," the old man said with some difficulty.

"Uncle, you're not dead, you're scared to death of me, it's good if you're not dead, I'll take you to my house to recuperate, I'm alone at home, not far from here. The young man said honestly.

"Son, what's your name, and why are you here alone?" asked the old man, staring at the boy.

"My name is Jiang Chen, and I came to see my father at his grave. The young man looked at the old man and said.

"Son, I'm dying, can you do me a favor?" said the old man, still staring at the boy.

"Don't worry, when you die, I will bury you next to my father and accompany my father, and I won't let your body be eaten by wild beasts," the young man named Jiang Chen said sincerely.

"Child, listen to me, I used a secret method to live for a quarter of an hour at most, I want you to help me deliver something, would you like to?"

"What to send, where to send?" Jiang Chen asked suspiciously.

"Send a picture to the Flying Sword Pavilion. The old man said with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Jiang Chen didn't speak, there was some hesitation in his eyes, and he looked at the expectant eyes of the old man in front of him.

I secretly thought, anyway, my father is dead, my mother is missing, and I am the only one left in the family.

promised to send him a picture, maybe the Flying Sword Pavilion can become their disciple for the sake of me sending the picture.

Jiang Chen looked at the old man who was about to die in front of him, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll help you, but I don't know where the Flying Sword Pavilion is."

A hint of joy flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said, "From here, go all the way north, over more than a dozen mountains, and when the time comes, you can ask people and you will be able to find it." ”

Saying that, the old man stared at Jiang Chen's eyes, Jiang Chen's eyes were black and shiny, and he didn't see any fluctuations, for a long time, he straightened up, unscrewed the hilt of the sword with one hand, the hilt of the sword was empty, and he took out a small picture scroll from it, and spread out the picture scroll, only to see that it was a landscape painting, there was a canyon in the painting, there was a stream in the valley, and on a stone next to the stream, two old men were playing around the stone table.

The old man looked at the scroll, for a long time, tore off a corner of his clothes from his clothes, wrapped the scroll, looked at Jiang Chen again, and handed it over to Jiang Chen very carefully, and said, "It must be handed over to Di Qing, the master of the Flying Sword Pavilion, remember, remember." ”

Jiang Chen looked at the old man's actions and knew that this scroll must be very important, so he said, "Don't worry, I will definitely hand over the scroll to the master of the Flying Sword Pavilion." ”

The old man had a relieved expression on his face, and said with the last of his strength, "Please, little brother, please." ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and never opened them again.

Jiang Chen took the scroll in his arms, buried the old man next to his father's grave, and said to his father's grave: "Father, I promised this old man that I would send something to you, and I can't come to see you for the time being, so let this old man accompany you first, and you won't be too lonely." ”

Jiang Chen heard his parents say that they were outsiders who moved here more than ten years ago, and he was not born at that time, because he was hunted down by the enemy and his father was seriously injured, so he lived in seclusion here for more than ten years.

Until one night a few months ago, he was awakened by the sound of a fight and was about to get up, but his mother put it in the big water tank at home and told him not to come out no matter what happened outside.

He also wanted him to remember that no matter what difficulties he encountered, he must find a way to live, life is the most important thing, and only by living can there be hope for the reunion of mother and child. He hadn't seen his parents since, and only learned that his father had died when his father's grave was discovered in the wasteland west of his house.

In recent months, Jiang Chen has come to his father's grave almost every day to talk to the tombstone, because his mother is missing, his father is dead, and he is the only one who lives alone, he hopes that one day his mother can come back and live a happy life as before, but ......

In the Sword Continent where Jiang Chen is located, everyone advocates the way of the sword, and all the places are covered by the power of the sect, such as all the towns within a radius of several hundred miles from Qingcheng Town, all of which are within the sphere of influence of the "Flying Sword Pavilion".

"Flying Sword Pavilion" can only be regarded as a second-rate sect in Xiling Kingdom, even so, everyone waits until the child reaches the age of eleven or twelve, and they all sign up for their children to take the exam, even if the chance of passing is not ordinary, they will still try their luck.

In a village for a few years, decades, or even hundreds of years, if one person passes the examination and becomes a disciple of the sect, it will become the pride of the whole village, and the relatives and clansmen in the family will feel that their faces are shining and they are very proud. Therefore, being able to become a disciple of the sect is everyone's dream.

At night, in the mountains, under the towering ancient trees, next to the bonfire, a young man roasted a hare, the surface of the hare was already golden, bursts of aroma came to the nose, the young man withdrew one and retreated, chewing it in a big mouthful.

This person is Jiang Chen, who went to the Flying Sword Pavilion to deliver the picture, yesterday he promised Liu Yi, the deputy pavilion master of the Flying Sword Pavilion, and this morning he packed his things early and set off, in fact, there was nothing left, except for a diamond-shaped necklace given to him by his mother, and the sword used by his father, and then there were more than 20 silver coins and more than a dozen gold coins that had not been used up at home.

Today he has climbed three mountains, and by now he is exhausted, and he cannot get out of the mountains tonight, so he can only spend the night in the mountains. Fortunately, he used to go to the mountains with his father to hunt some game, catch a few rabbits and pheasants or something, but he was familiar with the road, and he was not hungry in the mountains.

Jiang Chen gnawed most of the rabbit, burped a few times, found a big leaf, wrapped the remaining half of the rabbit and put it in the baggage, walked for a day, felt very tired, and drowsiness hit after eating, he sat down and leaned against the ancient tree and closed his eyes.

Just when he was sleeping, a few wolf howls came, he opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, held a long sword in his hand, vigilantly observed the surroundings, the surroundings were dark, from time to time there were a few wolf howls, listening to the sound should be far away from him, besides, it is normal for there to be wolves in the mountains.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen didn't care, added some firewood, leaned against the tree and fell asleep, in his deep sleep, he felt a chill on his back, and the hairs on his body stood upside down, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The green light in front of him flickered like fireflies, the eyes of a group of wolves were flashing with a vicious light, Jiang Chen held the long sword in his hand, leaned against the tree and slowly stood up, and looked around by the firelight, a total of four wolves, two in front and one on the left and right, surrounded him in the middle.

If you want to talk about Jiang Chen, he still has some foundation, he has been practicing swordsmanship with his parents since he was a child, and he can't say that he is perfect for some beginner swordsmanship cultivation, but he has definitely reached a certain level, which is very powerful.

Seeing that there were four wolves, Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, because he could barely cope with the four wolves, and if there were more, he would only have to run away.

He drew his long sword and looked at the wolves around him vigilantly, the four wolves stood motionless around, and I don't know how long it took, the two wolves on the left and right suddenly opened their mouths and rushed over.

Behind Jiang Chen was a tree, there was nowhere to retreat, he rushed forward and just avoided the wolves on both sides, a wolf in the middle pounced head-on, Jiang Chen slashed straight down towards the wolf's head, at this moment, the wolf that had not moved in front of him pounced straight towards Jiang Chen, this wolf came the most ferocious, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he had a fatal posture.

Jiang Chen slashed at the wolf's head with a sword, and one of the wolf's ears was chopped off with half of its head, and blood sprayed, and it seemed that it would not survive.

At this time, the wolf that pounced from behind came to Jiang Chen's face, only to see his body rubbing the ground and sliding out of the wolf's body, and at the same time, a sword slashed from the wolf's throat to the abdomen, and blood mixed with internal organs was sprinkled on the ground, the scene was very bloody.

Jiang Chen stood up with a long sword in his hand, and looked at the remaining two wolves vigilantly, the two wolves howled twice, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Chen's tense nerves relaxed, and although the battle was only a few short breaths, from the confrontation to the end of the battle, his spirit was highly concentrated.

Then the weariness came like a flood, and he looked around, climbed a towering tree, and lay down on the thick branches of the tree with his sword in his hand.