Since the inscription of the poem Qingting Restaurant, the business of Qingting Restaurant has been making money day by day, and Zhao Guangcai has made a lot of money, but Han Tongwen has been idle, and the shopkeeper does not dare to let such a baby do these chores. It's just a fixed half a month to leave some questions in order to attract those crazy scholars, and then teach Zhao Xiangxiang to learn to write at night.

Zhao Xiangxiang, Zhao Guangcai's only daughter, Zhao Xiangxiang's mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to Xiangxiang, Zhao Guangcai regarded Xiangxiang as a pearl in his palm, Han Tongwen taught Zhao Xiangxiang to read every day, and the shopkeeper looked at it in his eyes and was more proud, he really picked up a treasure, and the shit fell from the sky impartially and just fell into his mouth!

Every morning Han Tongwen will go to the secluded hill outside the city to practice, Jingyuan City is located at the junction of the two countries, although the war broke out, but the Great Xia Empire has broken through Xizhou, Jingyuan City is relatively calm in general, and even if there are some blind thieves, Han Tongwen's small Wuxianggong has been slightly successful, so he is naturally not afraid. Because the residents of Jingyuan City are all collecting firewood in this mountain, this mountain is also called Chai Mountain. It's a cold winter, yesterday's heavy snow made the hill look cleaner, Han Tongwen stepped on the snow and made a sound of Garz, there was an indescribable sense of loneliness in his heart. The present of the previous year, Han Sledgehammer

He must be carrying Han Erhammer on his back to walk the streets and alleys to gossip, showing off his white child, while Han Cuihua is pinching dumplings at home and waiting for the father and son to have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

"Ah......" Han Tongwen couldn't suppress the depression in his heart and roared to the sky, kicked a dead branch and danced wildly, just wanting to vent the bitterness in his heart.

"Breaking the sword!" With the dead branches in his hand, Han Tongwen was like an elf in the snow, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into a madness

"Broken knife style!" The branches were drawn, the internal strength came out, the snowflakes were fluttering, Han Tongwen danced in the snow, the whole person jumped up, and the branches fell to the ground and then flew again, like the most beautiful dance!

"Broken gun!"

"Whip Breaking Style!" Dugu Nine Swords is the most exquisite swordsmanship, with the body to perform the sword, three hundred and sixty kinds of changes, there is no retreat! The moves are all attack, the enemy has to defend, the stronger the enemy is, and even if the internal force is insufficient, it can also rely on many mysteries to defeat the enemy, but because of its subtlety, the load on the body is also very large, at this time Han Tongwen is already sweating profusely!

"Rope breaker!"

"Broken palm!" At this time, Han Tongwen was already physically exhausted, I don't know if it was tears or sweat that blurred his eyes, and it snowed heavily for a whole month...... There were 20 households and 93 people in the village, and he was the only one who survived, and he will never forget the bloody scene

"Am I still human?" Han Tongwen's voice was miserable

"Ah......" Han Tongwen rolled wildly in the snow with his head in his hands, as if he was greatly stimulated

"Arrowbreaker!"

"Breaking the air!" When the last style was finished, Han Tongwen fell directly into the school ground, with his now undeveloped body, it was extremely difficult to use such a delicate sword technique, not only exhausted all the internal strength, but also suffered some damage in the body, a mouthful of blood spurted out, Han Tongwen looked at the sky with empty eyes. He didn't know that there was an old man in the distance who was already dumbfounded, he had seen countless magical techniques for many years, but he had never seen such exquisite swordsmanship!

"It would be nice if the sledgehammer was still there," Han Tongwen burst into tears at the corners of his eyes

"Towards the clouds, the sound of the wheel is like water. The toad is thousands of miles away, and it has illuminated twenty households in the quiet village.

Feihong has passed, and there is no day and night for thousands of knots. Approaching the West Mountain, looking back at the township, there is no home. Han Tongwen closed his eyes, he seemed to see the dilapidated village again, heard the childish voices of Han Dashu and Han Huahua again, seemed to see Han Cuihua busy in front of the stove again, and saw Han Dazhui sitting on a cute doll on his shoulder in the sunset!

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that a moment has passed, even if Han Tongwen does not want to wake up, time is still passing by second by second.

"Where did a young doll get so much sorrow" I don't know when, there was already an old man sitting next to Han Tongwen, the old man was full of silver hair, and he looked more like a beggar, seeing that the old man was not malicious Han Tongwen didn't mind too much.

"A broken family, a person who shouldn't be alive...... No, maybe I'm no longer a human being, but I'm still lonely."

"The old man only knows that since he survives, he should spare his life even more, and sometimes it is not easy for people to live"

"I know it's easy to die, it's even harder to live, because I'm not living alone, I want to live more excitingly" Han Tongwen's eyes had a hint of vitality

"If you want to live a more exciting life, why do you want to damage your body and use such a mysterious swordsmanship, but it also opens the old man's eyes!

"Dugu Nine Swords!"

"Dugu Nine Swords, why has the old man never heard of it, could it be created by a hermit master? Can you explain it in detail to the old man?" the old man was surprised.

"Dugu Nine Swords, created by the sword demon Dugu seeking defeat, he has used four swords in his life, the first is a nameless sword with blue light. Fierce and fierce, invincible, and the weak crown competes with the world's heroes. The second is the "Crape Myrtle Soft Sword", which was used before the age of 30 and was abandoned due to the ominous injury of the righteous by mistake. The third is the "Xuantie Heavy Sword", which has no edge, is ingenious and unworked, and is rampant in the world before the age of forty. The fourth is a decayed wooden sword, after the forty years of Dugu's defeat, it is not stuck in things, and the grass, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords.

He has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for more than 30 years in his life, killing all the enemies and traitors, defeating all the heroes and heroes, and there is no resistance in the world, and there is nothing to do, but to live in seclusion in the deep valley and take the eagle as a friend. In life, I can't get an opponent, and I can't get it, and I'm embarrassed to be lonely." No matter where he lives in seclusion, the old man must pay a visit, not to compete with each other, but to drink and laugh" The old man seemed to be very excited

"Dead, dead for hundreds of years" Han Tongwen doesn't know if there is such a person in this world as Dugu seeking defeat, but seeing that this old man has a serious meaning, if he grabs himself all over the world to find Dugu to seek defeat, it will be miserable.

"Dead ......" the old man's expression seemed to be very lonely

"Why are you with this expression, are you the same as Dugu seeking defeat?"

"Old man, hahahaha!" The old man smiled, and the snowflakes around him were raised without wind, and the two of them became a snowless land with the two of them as the center, this old man's strength was absolutely extraordinary, Han Tongwen thought.

"Do you want to hear the story of the old man?"

If you want to say it, just say, "Even if he is the first in the world, Han Tongwen has no intention of getting up."

"When Dugu seeks defeat and death, he must end up depressed, but when he reaches the top, he finds that no one can be called an opponent, that is the real invincible master"

Han Tongwen was also the number one in the world, although he was only twenty years old at the time, but no one in the entire ancient martial arts world was his opponent, even the strongest Four Heavenly Kings, so he could also experience a trace of loneliness.

"Old ghost, do you want to play a song with me?"

"Can you play music?" The old man has been in the middle of his life, and he is respectful and sycophant everywhere he goes, and now when he hears someone call him an old ghost, he is not angry but happy.

"Of course, I know everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and the piano flute is a must, but it's not good now, let's do it another day."

"Coincidentally, the old man is the same as you, he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs" The old man was very proud, but immediately changed his face again, and his expression was all on his face, "But why do you want to change the day"

"Your brain is not sick, how can I play it for you if you don't have a musical instrument" For some reason, Han Tongwen had a feeling of confidant to the old man, "And there is no score, how can you play"

"Okay, then tomorrow, there is an unfrozen spring in this mountain, there is a viewing pavilion by the spring, the old man is waiting for you there, I am full of expectations for you kid" The old man smiled, "But your injury ......"

"The injury is fine, see you tomorrow"