On this day, one of the halls of the wooden house was filled with the upper floors of the cottage. Next to the table about a battle long in the north, the owner of the village leaned on a large chair half-leaning and half-lying down, and below, the leaders sat on both sides, and Wang Yuan also sat in it. As soon as everyone was together, the guards covered the gate. Everyone quietly looked at the owner of the village, waiting for his speech.

The owner of the village is surnamed Yang, and his face is resolute, but his eyebrows are missing half of them, giving people the impression of being brave and ruthless. It is said that his martial arts are strong, three or five people are not his opponents, and he has always been generous, in this small cottage, it is also quite prestigious, very convincing.

The lord of Yang Zhai pulled out his waist, leaned forward, and broke the silence: "Leaders, Wang Yuan of Gushan City came to report, three days later, there was a small pair of merchants who fought this, and everyone said what to do." As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room immediately livened up. The bosses were excited, and a lot of silver tickets and snowflakes of silver were immediately at their fingertips. If you're lucky, you might find something wonderful, and this time you're blessed.

"After lunch on the third day, everyone went down the mountain, and as for how to do it, it was according to the old rules, remember, if you can, don't kill if you can. ”

Zhang Ran was also a member of this mission, and his heart was pounding.

The door opened, Zhang Ran finally waited for Wang Yuan, he had a lot to ask.

Wang Yuan saw Zhang Ran and was very surprised, this little guy has changed a lot, he is dressed in black, he is about to catch up with him, his black hair is draped over his shoulders, his eyes are big and bright, and a three-foot-long iron sword is naturally carried on his shoulders, which is very chivalrous. This year, Zhang Ran was almost fifteen years old.

"Huh. Wait, I know what you want to ask, everything is fine at home. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Wang, in this case, I will be relieved, hey, I just want to go back and see. Zhang Ran was a little depressed.

"It's not that you don't know the rules, you can't go down the mountain for less than ten years. Wang Yuan apologized slightly.

"Zhang Ran, how is the swordsmanship I gave you? ”

"What about the swordsmanship, you don't have any tricks at all, so it's good to think of it as a swordsmanship. "Zhang Ran won't confess to him.

"You...... Wang Yuan was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Zhang Ran looked at Wang Yuan's deflated appearance and felt very happy.

"I'm not participating in this operation anymore, I'm going back to Gushan City, you be careful and protect yourself. ”

"I will. ”

Japan. Official Road. Wind, still.

Zhang Ran: They hid among the trees and strange rocks.

A piece of smoke and dust, a dart cart, a total of seven horses, the leader of the person, is an old man, carrying a big sword and a big robe.

"Stop, the dart cart stays, and the people can go. Fifty people rushed out quickly, and seven people were surrounded.

The old man saw that the situation was not good, and his own side was weak, so he left the dart cart, although he could save his life, but this dart cart and the things he carried were too valuable, once he lost, in addition to his own life before leaving, it would also cause great trouble to his family. Besides, he is also a master who has been famous for many years, although there are many mountain bandits, he may not be able to fight.

Between the lightning and the fire, the old man figured out the joints before and after, and shouted, "Kill".

The big knife rolled up a cloud of snowflakes and smashed it at everyone, and the other six people were not ordinary warriors, they didn't spare their hands, and they fought with the mountain bandits in one place.

In less than three breaths, more than a dozen mountain bandits died, the rest were almost wounded, and one of the six horsemen was also injured, and the eyes of both sides were red.

Zhang Ran hid in the periphery, splashing blood, dancing severed limbs, and screams of pain, as if an invisible hand choked his throat, breathless, and his heart was about to jump out of the cavity. In the face of the mountain bandits who were not afraid of death, the old man in Xuanyi grabbed a gap, shook his feet, broke out of the encirclement, and swept towards Zhang Ran, who was lost in his soul.

Zhang Ran was shocked, as if he was out of his body, subconsciously rotated his wrist, the long sword backhanded, the tip of the sword hit the blade, and there was a crisp sound of "ding", and a wisp of sparks flashed out. The old man in Xuanyi was shocked, with so much strength, it seemed that he had encountered a hard stubble, and he had to be dealt with first. The old man used all his strength to split Huashan with one move, and the big knife slashed at Zhang Ran's head without hesitation. Zhang Ran's wrist trembled, and the long sword stabbed straight at the blade with a ball of bright light, and the big knife actually slid over, and the huge force still made Zhang Ran unstable and fell to the ground, and the big knife was unrelenting towards him. Zhang Ran rolled on the spot and fell on the other side of the official road. The old man in Xuanyi couldn't help but be furious, he was so damn embarrassed, he was full of evil anger, and immediately got out of the chaotic battle circle and rushed to Zhang Ran. Two battlefields have strangely appeared on the official road.

At the beginning, Zhang Ran suffered a lot, but he was only passive defense, one was inexperienced, the second was that the weight of the long sword was too light, and the third was not fierce and decisive enough. After a few breaths, Zhang Ran knew the strength and speed of the old man's big knife, and the timidity in his heart was gone. The old man was angry, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed at Zhang Ran's waist desperately, Zhang Ran twisted his waist and let go, his wrist was strengthened, and the tip of the sword slashed at the old man's throat, so frightened that he leaned back. The opportunity could not be missed, Zhang Ran's wrist trembled, and the blade of the sword stabbed at the old man's left chest like a meteor, and the old man hurriedly turned sideways, stepped on a stone the size of an egg, and stumbled for a moment. Opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! The wrist rotates to the left, and the sword body is reversed, like a shock, and he vows not to give up without drinking blood. The old man's eyes were wide open, the flesh about a foot long on his waist and ribs rolled out, the pale ribs stretched out of his body, and red blood gushed out. The line of death is now, Zhang Ran's wrist shook violently, the long sword was like a swimming dragon, and the "poof" stabbed into the throat of the old man, and a stream of blood spurted out, and the blood rain shot Zhang Ran in the face.

Zhang Ran collapsed for a while, his eyes were black, and his body swayed, as if all his strength had been squeezed out, and he just supported himself with his sword. In a trance, a box fell from the old man's body, and Zhang Ran used up his last bit of strength to kick the box into the grass. Then he sat on the ground with his ass and gasped for air.

Everyone originally thought that this robbery would be the same as usual, leaving the darts and leaving, and making a fortune in a muffled voice.

Unexpectedly, the losses were too great, fifty people, twenty-two were killed in the battle, and the rest were all scarred. However, they didn't know how lucky they were to survive.

If it weren't for the old man in Xuanyi impulsively leaving the main battlefield, if it wasn't for Zhang Ran's desperate fight and finally killing the old man in Xuanyi, maybe it would be another ending, and it would probably be the whole army wiped out, and there would be no survivors.

The losses are huge, and the gains are staggering. Smash open the box of three iron bags, one box is full of gold cakes, the second box is very fast, the outermost layer of brocade, after opening the brocade, and tightly wrapped a thick layer of silkworm cotton, finally, the core part turned out to be a piece of cabbage-sized azure jade, priceless treasure, the third box, is full of all kinds of pearls and agate rare objects, hair, absolutely big.

After cleaning up the traces on the road and repacking the things, everyone carried their dead brothers on their backs, supported their wounded companions, and carried their lives in exchange for their finances, and staggered to the camp.

On the mountain road, everyone looked at Zhang Ran's eyes, more grateful, and more awe. What kind of young man is this, is this still a young man, Shi Biao is jealous.

The iron sword was unusable, the blade was rolled, the tip of the sword was broken, and Zhang Ran smiled bitterly.

He sat cross-legged on a cliff.

Are the rivers and lakes like this, you live and die, blood and pestle, what should the rivers and lakes be like?

In this short half a day, for the first time, I saw people being killed in blood, and for the first time, I killed myself.

Once upon a time, my father's cowardice was treated unfairly, and once upon a time, what was not a hundredfold humiliation that I had repaid for my patience and forbearance.

The green mountains were speechless, and the mountain wind murmured.

Hmm, it's my own obsession. There is no eternal truth in this world, and the most important thing is your own heart.

If people treat me as a gentleman, I will repay them with peaches and plums.

Whoever treats me with hatred, I will repay him with a sword in my hand.

Now Zhang Ran has more perseverance in his heart.

Zhang Ran made a great contribution to the cottage this time, and the owner of Yang Zhai was overjoyed, not only full of praise, but also quickly awarded a heavy reward, 10,000 taels of silver tickets plus a green steel sword of excellent material. This is the first time in his life that he has a huge wealth that makes countless people's eyes and hearts beat, especially this green steel sword, Zhang Ran can't put it down.

After resting for a few days, Zhang Ran's spirit was much better. It's time to do that, he faintly expects in his heart, the contents of that box should be the most important besides the box, otherwise it will not be collected by the dead old man.

Carrying the green steel sword, Zhang Ran, as usual, walked out of the periphery of the cottage along the stream of the valley. Half an hour later, Zhang Ran appeared on the official road where the last fight was. Seven or eight days ago, there was no trace of the madness and tragedy that had happened here, and everything was back to nature.

He remembered very well that the grass where the box was hidden was more than ten zhang away from the official road, and there was a large turtle-shaped stone next to it. Zhang Ran couldn't help but get excited, his eyes were shining, and he was about to move. A feeling of uneasiness that grows from the heart, as if there is an illusion of being targeted. Not in a hurry, holding his pace, he glanced behind him as if intentionally or unintentionally, and a black shadow flashed away.

Zhang Ran laughed and said lightly: "Come out, I saw you." Now he is very calm, and his tone of voice is casual and natural, as if he is greeting an acquaintance.

A boulder more than one person high, Shi Biao flashed out, and a pair of Wu hooks on his shoulders were dazzling.

"Little brother is looking for something. ”

"Why, just to feel the murderous aura here. ”

"Oh, that's okay, haha, little brother can really laugh. ”

"Believe it or not, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm curious, little brother, you have been in the cottage for less than two years, and I am very interested in this strength. After Shi Biao finished speaking, a murderous intent appeared in his eyes, this kid must have hidden extraordinary exercises.

"Do you really want to try?" Zhang Ran tilted his head to the side, his long black hair brushed to the side, revealing half of his face.

The air froze suddenly.