As the sun set, the wild clouds burned red, and a young man stood on a large rock, his eyes shot into the distance, and the bangs covering his eyes on his forehead were blown up by the wind, revealing his entire face. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info young, it is the time of youth and high spirits, but there seems to be a melancholy between the eyebrows, which is confusing. But the whole body is full of a heroic spirit, which makes people have to be interested in this young man.

The peasants carried the day's harvest, the boys and girls snuggled up, the calves followed the cows, and the lambs followed the ewes, all on their way home.

Only the boy stood still, and from time to time someone cast a puzzled look at him.

The young man's horse drank enough water after drinking for a long time, and looked up at the young man who stood with his head held high, like a docile cat, and did not even kick and neigh. I want to be impressed by the lonely boy in front of me. Suddenly, the boy jumped down from the stone and landed on the horse's back, and when he heard the boy "ride", the horse flew out like an arrow off the string.

The boy returned to his lodgings, beat his horse to the backyard of the house to graze, and took up his own sword. As soon as he had practiced a stick of incense, he heard a group of people outside walking towards the courtyard where he was. So he stopped practicing his sword, went out, and met the men. Those people are all little hooligans who usually deceive good and fear evil, and do everything except good things. Although the young man looked down on these people in his heart, he still asked them politely.

"When I first came here, I didn't interact with you, so I don't know what you are doing when you come here today?"

"You don't ****** talk nonsense, do you know that this is our brother's territory, anyone who comes here will pay tribute to our brother, it's good for you to ******, you've been here for some time, you haven't even let go of a fart, you haven't put our brother in your eyes at all, I'm here to bring you a word today, you are limited to bring twenty taels of silver before noon tomorrow and kowtow to our boss to apologize and admit your mistakes. Otherwise, let you kid taste these sticks in the hands of grandfathers."

"Everyone, you laughed, you said that I didn't even put a fart, but I didn't put you in my eyes, it's really unfortunate, I have a smooth stomach these days, and I don't have a fart to put out, but this is easy to do, wait for when the next bloating, fart, that is to put everyone in your eyes. Please don't be surprised."

After hearing this, the little hooligans were all furious, thinking that people always shouted "uncle" when they saw them on weekdays, what a majestic thing it was, but today this kid said that it was a stinky fart, and everyone wanted to beat the kid in front of them all over the ground to find their teeth, and kneel at their feet to call grandpa.

So they all grinned, and walked towards the boy with a club in his hand, and the boy stood motionless, waiting for the men to come, and his eyes were fixed on them. But there is also a kind of aura called aura, although those people are holding sticks to beat the young man, but no one dares to look directly into the young man's eyes, as soon as his eyes meet that kind of eyes, there is an inexplicable fear in his heart. They were all shocked by the young man's aura. When he walked up to the boy, he was already in disarray. There is no longer the arrogance and abomination of the previous one. A group of people cowered and showed fear, as if they were children who had made mistakes, and they were a little pitiful when they were reprimanded by their parents. It is in stark contrast to the previous flying and domineering.

The boy coughed before breaking the dead silence.

"Boy, count your luck today, I just remembered that the master gave me a hang when I went out today, saying that I should not beat people today, so I will let you go for the time being, brothers, let's go." A group of little rascals ran faster than rabbits, as if there were swords chasing after them.

After a while, after the gang of rogues had finished running, the boy returned to the house. As soon as he closed the door, he heard a voice behind him.

"The young man can not use his hands, and his aura alone can make the enemy tremble, and he will scatter birds and beasts, which is really rare. Many people who have practiced martial arts for decades cannot reach such a state. And the young man is young, the martial arts are mediocre, he has such an aura, it can only be said that the young man is talented, is a natural martial arts training material, if he can meet a good teacher in the future, teach according to his aptitude, he will be able to make achievements and dominate the martial arts. Seeing such a genius today, it is not in vain to wander the rivers and lakes for half his life. ”

An old man with a kind face flashed out of nowhere. It's a little weird.

"The old gentleman has won the award, what kind of martial arts wizard am I, but I know some superficial moves, and I only believe in the six words "people's hearts are right, and the world is wide" when I walk the rivers and lakes on weekdays. I am never afraid of these rogues, even if they are better than me, I will not grovel and beg them for mercy, it is nothing more than death, and the eldest husband will live brightly for a while, how can he live in the world secretly. ”

The old man nodded and approved: "Since the young man has said so, the old man can only say some good things, but if he says good things again, it will become a pat on the back of the young man, I don't know where the young man's family lives and what school he is from?"

"Don't hide it from the old man, the martial arts in the next place are taught by my father. ”

"What's Lingzun's name, and where is it now?"

When the young man heard this, his eyes were stunned, his throat slid down, and then he continued: "I wonder if the old gentleman has heard of the 'Sword Qi Villa' twenty years ago?"

The old man was also stunned, and said: "Twenty years ago, the Sword Qi Villa was a powerful martial arts, and the owner of the village Dugu and his swordsmanship were outstanding, and he had asked Liang Lang, who was as famous as the 'Changhong Sword' at that time, to fight on the wall of Bianjing City for three days and three nights, and finally won the reputation of the world's first swordsman with a move 'Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect' to break Liang Lang's 'Changhong Guanri'. At that time, I was still young, and I witnessed that once-in-a-century duel under the city of Bianjing City. After coming back, I couldn't calm down for a long time, and I wanted to worship Dugu and Daxia as teachers. I don't know what the young man has to do with Sword Qi Villa?"

The young man didn't answer, but continued to ask, "What happened to the Sword Qi Villa in the end?"

"That Sword Qi Villa was very prosperous for a while, so all the sects on the rivers and lakes wanted to win it over and use it for their own use. But what a free and easy man that Dugu is, how can he be willing to be at the mercy of others. So they angered the sects in the rivers and lakes, they joined forces and worked together to destroy the Sword Qi Villa, they were afraid that the descendants of the Sword Qi Villa would retaliate in the future, so they cut the grass and eradicated the roots, and killed people when they saw them, and even the babies in the swaddling clothes didn't know how many they had killed. In that battle, I don't know how many martial arts masters died. ”

Hearing the old gentleman say this, the young man's mind came to mind the scene of the six major sects killing his family twenty years ago. His eyes looked straight at the dancing flames in front of him.

The young man said: "I told the old gentleman a secret, in fact, in that battle, not all the people of the Sword Qi Villa were killed, only a child escaped along the secret passage. ”

The old gentleman had a frightened expression on his face, and immediately seemed to have a sudden realization, and said: "If the old man didn't guess wrong, the young man should also be surnamed Dugu, right?"

"Yes, under the arrogance of Dugu. ”

"God always opens his eyes this time, after the hero, if Dugu and the hero know under the spring, they should be able to smile at Jiuquan. ”

The young man didn't answer the old man's words, but just quietly watched the flames. The night was already deep, and the moon hung on the treetop of the tree in the corner, like a shy girl, who did not dare to come out to meet people for a long time.

"Then I don't know what the young man's plans are in the future, is it to avenge his father?" the old man asked again.

"The old gentleman underestimated me, and although I didn't read much, I knew that what I was going through was not the most painful. There are many people in this world who are more miserable than me. Besides, to be honest, after so many years, those enemies at that time have become gray-haired old men and loving grandfathers in the eyes of their little grandsons. I don't have a hatred for them anymore. Do you want to take revenge like those people for the sake of a thing called face, and do you want to impose on the innocent people the pain you have endured?"

After Dugu Ao escaped from the secret passage at that time, he cut his wrist and vowed to avenge his family. While studying the sword book left to him by his father, he also kept an eye out for the movements of his enemies.

Once he inquired that one of the enemies of the year, the deputy leader of the beggar gang, had no longer taken care of the affairs of the gang and was idle at home, he felt that the opportunity had come. So I walked for half a month to find the enemy. He was secretly observing the iron sword unsheathed, and was about to make a move, when he saw the enemy holding a pink babbling baby in his hand. Teased the baby with his gray beard.

Dugu Ao thought that his grandfather might have hugged him like this back then. Grandfathers all over the world hold their grandchildren like this. There is really no way to connect the bloodthirsty madman who killed his family more than ten years ago with the wrinkled, peaceful and cloudy old man in front of him. The hand holding the iron sword suddenly lost its strength.

After that, Dugu Ao fell into deep thought, and it was not until he met an old monk that he understood the Zen saying of Buddhism about when to repay grievances.

The practice of mortals is to go to the temple to practice, and they practice Hinayana and perfection. They don't understand that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people, they can practice. That's where the practice comes from.

And Dugu Ao didn't escape into the empty door after seeing through it like ordinary people, if he did that, there would be no such story, he was fighting a long sword, walking the rivers and lakes to take a good look, what the world is like, spend his life to do a practice, not to cultivate perfection, not to cultivate fate, just cultivate sentient beings once.