"Whew"

The north wind is howling, rolling up pieces of withered yellow leaves, flying around, the bleak autumn brings a touch of sorrow, can not be erased, the road is unknown, but it hovers deeply in the heart, since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, especially in this late autumn season, the heart will always be inexplicably silent, skimming off impetuousness, and only getting clear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Luoyang, located in the north, at this moment, has floated hexagonal snowflakes, all over the mountains, a piece of white, very beautiful.

Thick dark clouds hung over the ancient capital, and the cold snap lingered, turning into a large area of mist.

This kind of fog is very damp, easy to invade the human body, causing wind chill, rheumatism, so people in Luoyang City generally do not choose to go out in the morning and evening, only at noon, the fog is the least, the highest temperature will go out to work, and now there is not much work, the grain has long been harvested, those farmers rarely have a relaxing time.

From time to time, there are people in the martial arts in the city, all of whom carry swords and swords.

The ancient capital of Luoyang, an important town in the world, naturally has a large number of martial arts forces stranded here, so these people are more restrained, neither bullying others, nor pulling out swords when they disagree.

Because this is the jurisdiction of the Wudang faction, as one of the overlords of the righteous path, Wudang's strength is not questionable, and many masters are stationed here, responsible for supervising the people in the martial arts.

Thirty miles outside Luoyang City, there is a relatively spacious house, which is old and unbearable, sparsely scattered with three or two houses, and the roof is covered with thatch, sheltering from the wind and rain.

The fence of the city surrounded by bamboo was covered with a thick layer of vines, but now they were dead, leaving only some dead branches and leaves, and there was no life, and the outside of the house was also a thick layer of fallen leaves, at least three inches thick, all of which had fallen from the mountains and forests, withered yellow.

Squeak squeak!

A few small birds stood on the bare trunks of the trees, wandering around, squarping in their beaks, perhaps because they couldn't find anything to eat, or maybe because they couldn't see the familiar green.

However, in this seldom populated place, a figure suddenly appeared from a distance, very fast, like an agile cheetah, a few breaths across ten zhang away, because the speed was too fast, so it brought a gust of wind, blowing up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground.

If someone comes here, they will definitely feel that they have seen a ghost, but this is indeed a person, a man wearing coarse pockmarks, with a hint of greenness and immaturity on his face, and his long hair tied with a bamboo hairpin on the top of his head. And he was carrying a big medicine bag in each of his hands, which was obviously not light.

The fence was pushed open, and the boy stepped out in a few steps, and came to the largest grass hut in the courtyard, which was also the middle one, opened the bamboo door, and after entering, hurriedly closed the door again, not to do anything unfortunate, but to prevent the cold from flowing into the room and disturbing the people inside.

Because the sky was dark, the room was not very bright, only a faint light was on, and in the innermost part, there was a bamboo bed on which an old man lay on it.

The old man's breath is very weak, like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

"Shopkeeper, it's time to take medicine!"

The boy whispered, then took out the medicine that had been prepared and mixed it with warm water.

The old man's eyes slowly opened, his eyes were cloudy, and his pupils were dull, which was already a precursor to dying.

"Ahem, Caichen, I'm sorry for you, kid!" he had to exert a lot of effort every time he said a word, and his chest kept rising and falling.

The young man hurriedly put down the medicine bowl in his hand, supported the old man, and a trace of pure internal force was transmitted into his body before he stabilized.

"Shopkeeper, take the medicine first, the doctor said, you will get better after taking the medicine!" Ning Caichen's eyes were filled with tears, and his tone was choked.

In fact, the doctor in Luoyang City didn't say so, even the best Langzhong was helpless against the old man's illness, if he hadn't used internal force to renew the old man's life every morning and evening, he might have gone west long ago.

The old man waved his hand before continuing: "Caichen, don't comfort me, I don't know my own body yet?"

I've lived until now, enough is enough, and I don't dare to ask for anything in God, but I don't have the opportunity to see the day you start a family!"

"Woo, shopkeeper, you won't die, I'll go to my eldest brother and ask him to save you, he must have a way!"

Ning Caichen cried and cried while holding the old man's hand tightly, the figure in his mind became his last hope, the straw that saved his life, he didn't want this old man to leave, he had no parents, no relatives, and it was this person on the bed who raised him.

"Ahem, a few years ago...... I feel the change in you, I can have such an opportunity, old man, I am happy for you, although I have no regrets in death!"

The old man's hand also grasped Ning Caichen's hand tightly, and when he finished the last word, his five fingers spread out weakly, and his rickety body leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, and his face was serene.

He walked away like this, without pain, regret, or unwillingness, just peace.

"Smack"

The bowl in Ning Caichen's hand fell to the ground, his eyes looked at the old man, tears kept pouring out, and the scenes of the past flashed in his heart, and finally turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated.

The next day, beside this small courtyard, a fresh mound of earth was erected, and a figure knelt there, motionless.

He and the old man depended on each other, making wine for a living, and there were few acquaintances, and the old man didn't like to be lively during his lifetime, and he loved purity alone, so Ning Caichen just buried the old man alone and didn't notify others.

"Don't worry, shopkeeper, I'll inherit your family business!" he said to himself.

"Whew!"

The wind was fierce, the dark clouds were surging, and then the downpour fell violently, and the sky and the earth were gray.

He just knelt like this, let the rain hit him, still motionless, and accompanied the old man on his last journey quietly.

The rain continued to fall, the wind continued to blow, the night continued to come, the same cold, different people.

I don't know when, the rain stopped, maybe for an hour, maybe for two hours, maybe for a day.

The ground was full of puddles, and he was soaked and covered with muddy water, and at last he got up, bowed down to the old man's grave, and then turned and stepped into the house without looking back.

The old man gave him not many relics, or what was left was all his family wealth, more than a hundred taels of silver, and a thick account book.

There are many people who owe money for wine, and the old man has always been righteous, and those who do not have enough money will write it down, and then wait for the money to make up for it.

"Smack!"

He closed the ledger in his hand, and his tired body could no longer bear it, so he fell asleep.

He slept soundly this night, and by the time he woke up, it was already a few days later.

Since the old man has passed away, he doesn't have to worry about it, so he goes to put away the accounts in the account book first as an explanation to the shopkeeper, and by the way, he takes this opportunity to step into the rivers and lakes. This is Ning Caichen's plan now.

The encounter with Han Li a few years ago opened up a new world for him, Jianghu, and now, he was about to enter this new world.

A few years have passed, and his internal strength cultivation has already been acquired, and his sword and sword skills are not bad, he can barely gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes, not to mention the life-saving means left by Han Li, as long as he doesn't provoke the Divine Transformation Cultivator and the Earth Transformation Martial Artist, he will be fine.

On the wall of the room hung a wooden box, four feet in size, with exquisite workmanship.

"Snap"

With a soft sound, the box was opened, and it contained a sword and a sword. It was really given to him by Han Li in the past, and it has been until now.

"Snort"

The sword was unsheathed at the same time, and in an instant, two cold lights flickered, a faint edge swirled, both arms waved, and the swords moved in unison.

After half a ring, he put the sword back into the box, then put a book on his back, put the ledger, the silver, and the box into it, and strode out of the house, and galloped out along the path.