"Huh?" The people in the forest didn't seem to expect that after they made a move, there would still be people who would be able to get away with it. But he laughed and said, "I didn't expect that there was a good sign among you little guys." ”

With the old man's voice, an old man who looked kind and kind walked out of the dim woods, this old man looked at it with his eyebrows hanging his shoulders, and he was already looking like he was running out of oil and lamps in his last years, and he even trembled a little when he walked, but Ouyang Demon Tribulation was like facing the abyss, and he didn't dare to be careless, when did this old man come here, with Ouyang's current martial arts cultivation, he didn't have the slightest sense, not to mention that the old man's shot just now seemed to be grandiose but not hurtful, obviously it was just a small warning, but if he didn't know about it, I am afraid it would be a real disaster。

"This trick is not the rumored 'rain and smile Jinsha', dare to ask the seniors, but the Xinghe Valley Tianyuan Zi Chu let the three Chu seniors, huh? No, ......" Ouyang Demon Tribulation was obviously intimidated by the unfathomable skill of the old man in front of him, and his tone respectfully guessed the origin of the old man.

"Oh, little guy, you have some eyesight, you must not be a nobody, there are not many people in the martial arts today who can see that the old man's trick 'Ganges Sand Number' is different from Chu Xiaozi's 'Yuxiao Jinsha'. ”

Although the old man seemed to be praising Ouyang Demon Tribulation's eyesight at the moment, his tone was always cold and stiff, and there was no half joy and appreciation. This made Ouyang Demon Tribulation even more uneasy, and he didn't dare to act recklessly until he figured out the old man's intentions, in fact, for the mastery of Xinghe Valley Tianyuan Zi Chu Rangsan' Yuxiao Jinsha'Ouyang Demon Tribulation He has only heard of it a little and has never seen it, not to mention the subtle difference between the old man's trick Ganges River Sand and Yuxiao Jinsha, but the age of the old man in front of him is quite different from the rumored Chu Rangsan of the Star River Valley, Ouyang Demon Tribulation made him suspicious because he thought about this, but he didn't expect that this old man was really not Chu Lao in the Star River Valley.

"Dare to ask the senior Gao surname and the name to come here late at night, I don't know what the so-called thing is?" Seeing the branches, what Garuda Ouyang Demon Tribulation was most afraid of at this time was what was the relationship between the unfathomable old man in front of him and Xiao Wanshan and his wife, the target of his trip, if he was allowed to save Xiao Wanshan and his wife here, Ouyang Demon Tribulation really didn't know how to explain to the sect leader Emperor Hades.

Ouyang Demon Tribulation was in a dilemma, but the old man did not reveal his identity, but took a step, seemingly slow, but he had already crossed Ouyang Demon Tribulation and came to the front of the Yin Envoy, tremblingly picked up Xiao Yao who was still sleeping from the hands of the Yin Envoy who was unable to move the acupoint, this old man obviously never looked like a baby, and his methods were extremely stiff, but Xiao Xiao Yao who was sleeping had little chance to protest.

Ouyang Demon Tribulation At this time, the limbs and muscles of the body were tense like a tightened clockwork, and he watched the old man walking slowly in front of him in the twilight of the dragon clock, holding the sleeping baby in his arms, and there seemed to be flaws everywhere between his steps, but there was an indescribable rhythm.

Because of the excessive strength, Ouyang Demon Tribulation's originally dry and tough hands had already begun to crack in some places, but in the end, he still didn't have the courage to reach out and stop the old man in front of him.

The old man was quite surprised to see that Ouyang Demon Tribulation did not make a move, but instead glanced at Ouyang Demon Tribulation approvingly, and the staggering figure slowly disappeared into the vast night step by step, only the old man's voice came from afar: " You are a very smart little guy, it's a pity that you have embarked on the wrong path, your Xuanluo Divine Sect's infighting old man should not have interfered as an outsider, but the Xiao Shizhu had some fate with the old man in his early years, Xiao Shizhu had a lot of blood debts in his life, and the old man was inconvenient to save him, but God has the virtue of a good life, this ignorant little doll is innocent, and the old man took away this doll today It can be regarded as a close relationship with Xiao Shizhu, as for the rest of you, whether you live or die, it has nothing to do with the old man. ”

Speaking of the old man's previous moment' The sand of the Ganges River is impartial, but it envelops all the people in the forest, even Xiao Wanshan and his wife, who are not far away, are also hit by the chess pieces that suddenly fly in, and the couple who can't move can only watch the two-year-old Ai'er Xiao Yao being carried away from this murderous forest by a strange old man, Yangsheng Xiao Wanshan's steel teeth clenched and used the secret method passed down by his teacher Yudu to forcibly reverse the Xuanxiao Divine Skill, and in an instant, the meridians were shattered and displaced, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, but they finally forcibly unlocked the acupoints of themselves and Lin Yunyao.

"Yao'er!!!!!" Lin Yunyao's mournful shout resounded through the silent night, the long wind blew through the wilderness, and the cold moonlight seemed to be contaminated with a little sadness......

Abandon the sword and seal the knife to be free, cut the old grievances of the rivers and lakes, let the martial arts be sold, the ugly windows of the firewood are smiling and the wind is blowing, the love is curling and the love waves are surging, hating every night, and the waves are thrown for many years.

Autumn is high, people are old, but when they wake up at night, they are good when they wake up, forest guns and rain swords and sea volcanic knives, but they can grow old together, so they only smile.

-- "Sending Ten Thousand Mountains and Thousands of Mountains"

The old man who shot before had already left the boxwood forest outside Kaifeng Mansion, and at this time, the mournful cry of Lin Yunyao, the mother of the baby in his arms, from the forest behind him, actually made him already as unhappy as an ancient well, and set off a slight ripple.

I saw the old man bow his head and read softly like a dream: "Floating like a dream, white clouds and dogs." Wrong, right, right, grievances, and grievances, in the end, it is just the sun and the moon silent, and the water passes without a trace. Those who are difficult for sentient beings to abandon are only obsessed. But how can this obsession be so easy to give up. Little doll, you are a descendant of the Xiao family, the old man will call you Xiao Yao in the future, I can't imagine that the old man has spent his life in penance, this old man retired from the world, but he lost Xiao Yao, hahaha. ”

With that, the old man strode away and never stayed here again.

Six years later, in a wooden house in Taohuaxia, Wuling Mountain, Huguang area

"Grandpa~ Grandpa, why are you playing chess with Grandpa Whitebeard again, and you don't play with Xiao Yao. At this time, Xiao Yao was eight years old, but his eyes were smart, smart, white, and tender, as pleasing as a porcelain doll.

Speaking of which, it's no wonder that Xiao Yao's bloodline parents, Xiao Wanshan and his wife, were both powerful martial arts masters in the world, Xiao Yao seemed to have been poured into Xiao Wanshan and Lin Yunyao when he was a baby.

"Come on, Xiao Xiao Yao, come to your Grandpa Sword, guess what gift Grandpa Sword brought you here today, hahaha. ”

The white-bearded grandfather in Xiao Yao's mouth doted on Xiao Yao who ran over, and swept around Xiao Yao's white and tender little face with his snow-white and soft beard, until Xiao Yao grabbed his proud white beard, and then took out a delicate wooden sword from his arms and handed it to Xiao Yao.

"Wow, that's great, is this a sword? haha Xiao Yao has a weapon, or is it the white-bearded grandfather you feel most sorry for Xiao Yao, unlike my grandfather who gave Xiao Yao on weekdays is either pen and paper or ancient books, and last year he gave Xiao Yao a guqin that is bigger than Xiao Yao, it's boring to death." ”

Xiao Yao said as he gestured to the size of the guqin, which was fashionable and had short arms, and he stretched his arms hard to describe the huge size of the guqin.

The white-bearded old man was very proud when he heard Xiao Yao say this, and stroked his snow-white beard with a smile, as if he was very satisfied that he could compare his grandfather to Xiao Yao here.

"Then Xiao Yao shouldn't always be called Grandpa Whitebeard, how nice it sounds to be called Grandpa Sword, besides, your Grandpa Ling is much older than Grandpa Jian, you see that his beard is longer and whiter than Grandpa Sword." ”

The white-bearded old man tried to further woo Xiao Yao.

Xiao Xiao Yao snuggled in the arms of Grandpa Whitebeard, holding the wooden sword in both hands, tilting his little head and thinking hard, raised his head and said:

"However, my grandfather doesn't have white hair, Grandpa Jian, you see that you have white hair or you look older. ”

Old man Ling stood behind the two of them, and when he heard this, Lao Huai laughed with relief, and the white-bearded old man looked at Xiao Yao's grandfather, Old Man Ling's bare head, and he really didn't expect that the silver hair he was proud of was not as good as his own grandfather's bald head without hair in Xiao Yao's opinion.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another six years have passed

In an open stone cave at the bottom of the Peach Blossom Canyon in Wuling Mountain, Huguang, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young man was constantly flipping and moving, and a polished shiny wooden sword in his hand repeatedly stabbed out with gusts of wind.

"Xiao Yao, why are you lazy here, have you completed all the homework that Grandpa assigned to you a few days ago?"

Grandpa Ling's voice sounded outside the stone cave, Xiao Yao saw that his grandfather came to look for him, and hurriedly hid the wooden sword and walked out of the cave, Xiao Yao has long been accustomed to his grandfather's elusiveness for more than ten years, and he knew that Grandpa Ling didn't like him to practice martial arts and swords, although he didn't understand the reason, but in order not to worry his grandfather, Xiao Yao could only take time to hide and practice secretly every day.

Before the person came out of the hole, he opened his mouth and complained: "Grandpa, Xiao Yao has been able to recite your "Book of Chess" of the Tang Dynasty upside down, and the "Forget Worries and Qing Music Collection" of the Song Dynasty is about to fall apart. ”

Seeing that his grandfather seemed to be about to speak, as if he knew what he wanted to say, Xiao Yao followed closely and said: "That book of "Xishan Qin" grandson has also been twisted, didn't you force you to assess the 'high mountains and flowing water' yesterday, as for the Song Dynasty calligraphy and paintings that grandpa threw to his grandson, among which Ma Yuan's "Hanjiang Solo Fishing Map" should be a fake, I think that Ma Yuan was born in the Danqing family to inherit the family learning, and take the law Li Tang, but it is better than the blue and has its own faction. He paints mountains, rocks, peaks and peaks with a brush like a giant axe splitting wood, square and hard and angular, when painting trees, flowers and birds, many horizontal and oblique twists and turns, painting pavilions and pavilions are mostly used to use the boundary ruler and lining dyeing, although the ink and wash are vigorous and vigorous, but the changes in the emphasis on the shade are far and near. Because its composition often takes a corner and half of the scenery, so it is called "a corner of the horse" by the world, grandpa, your "Hanjiang Solo Fishing Picture" although the imitation technique is superb and wonderful, but the composition style is slightly different from Ma Yuan, the most important thing is that the paper used in the painting is the current Xuande paper is old, when it is a fake. As for Lu Yu's "Book of Tea", the day before yesterday, Sun Erfang gave it to your grandfather, so don't repeat it today. ”

Watching Xiao Yao say a series of words as if he was reciting a book, he looked at himself pitifully after speaking, and that appearance made Old Man Ling angry and funny.

Since that day Qilipu rescued the young Xiao Yao from the hands of Xuanluo Divine Sect Jialuo and others, it has now been a full fourteen years, and the old man Ling raised Xiao Yao since he was a child, so he naturally knows how Xiao Yao's talent is outstanding, and he knows that this child's understanding is also an excellent choice.

But Ling Lao still didn't expect that whether it was piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, or poetry and tea classics, or Xiao Yao in the year of the weak crown, he would be able to practice a little bit, but Xiao Yao's mind was not on these literary styles and elegant things, but was extremely curious about dancing and snatching sticks.

Old man Ling has been fighting involuntarily in the rivers and lakes for decades in his life, and he is very tired of the deceitful battles in the martial arts, so he really doesn't want Xiao Yao, a piece of jade, to fall into the endless fighting in the martial arts, so in addition to the subtle mention of Xiao Yao in some kung fu to strengthen his body and strengthen his body, Xiao Yao is not allowed to fight with others on weekdays.

The grandfather and grandson were walking up from the bottom of the Peach Blossom Canyon, but they didn't go far before they saw a figure walking in their direction.

"Hahaha, old man Ling, you see why you are still so foreign after so many years, you are old and still brought Xiao Xiao Yao to greet the old man in person, Jian is really ashamed. ”

The tall figure of the Sword Sect appeared in front of the grandfather and grandson, he and Ling Yinzi were old friends, and the secluded bone mound was also in the Wuling Mountain and was very close to the location of the Peach Blossom Gorge, although the Sword Sect himself was also old, but because of his obsession with the way of the sword, he had never married and had no children, so he found a way to drink tea with the old man Ling, in fact, to put it bluntly, it was also a lonely and secluded place, and most of the people who came to this Peach Blossom Gorge on weekdays came to see Xiao Yao.

"Grandpa Jian, you are here, then grandpa, you will chat with Grandpa Jian first, and Xiao Yao will go to the stream on the other side of the mountain stream to catch a few fresh fish for you and Grandpa Jian to drink. ”

"Heh, Xiao Yao, this kid is really getting more sensible as he grows older, remember to catch a few more big red carp, you know that your sword grandfather is the best, hahaha. ”

Xiao Yao woke up. Xiao Yao said that he gave up the two grandfathers and went straight back to the wooden house where the two lived in the valley, took the fishing gear and bait, and then ran away with a cheer.

After Xiao Yao walked away, the Sword Sect and Old Man Ling returned to the house and sat down.

Sword Sect looked at Xiao Yao's back through the wooden window and suddenly sighed: "Elder Ling, Xiao Yao has such a good talent for martial arts, as long as you are willing to carefully train him, you will definitely become the top master in the world in the future, even if you are inconvenient to teach because of the harsh rules in your door, but Jian and I are not so tired, even if I let Jian teach Xiao Yao, I can't think of ten years to say that it is not impossible to surpass the achievements of you and me, but why do you insist on this." ”

"Old sword, I have said before that the life experience of Xiao Yao's parents has heard from you, this child was born soon after he was burdened with a sea of blood feud, when Yue Qiuyu Suzang Zen Master six masters put down their faces to besiege Emperor Xuan, the six people ended up with one death and three injuries Mingyue Palace was removed from the name before changing the life of Emperor Xuandu, that is, I hope that after the death of Emperor Xuandu, the Central Plains martial arts can calm down, but it backfires after Wu Ming, the king of Hades, took over the position of the head of the Xuanluo Divine Sect, although it is slightly restrained on the surface, but in the secret it is even more intensified, and now the Xuanluo Divine Sect has completely degenerated into a cult and acts unscrupulously to ravage the martial arts, sooner or later, one day he will meet those people of the Xuanluo Cult, and what awaits him at that time will be endless blood and vendetta. ”

Ling Lao paused at this point and continued:

"Old sword, do you remember your old name?"

The Sword Sect didn't know why Old Man Ling suddenly remembered to ask this, but he still replied:

"I can't remember the name, but I can barely remember the last name. ”

"Sword Sect, you are luckier than the old man, but the old man has completely forgotten his surname and name, and the only thing he remembers is Lingxuzi, the Taoist name that is on the lips of others. Speaking of old sword, before you retired to the rivers and lakes, the Bone Mound Sword Sect was also known as the top master in the world at that time, not to mention the old man himself, who was also thin and famous, but are we really happy in this life? You and I are both poor people who have been swallowed up by this blood-stained river and lake road, even if our skills reach the sky, what can we do. I know in vain the peerless martial arts that countless people dream of, but I can't remember who I really are. Alas~~ If it weren't for the old man who saved the young Xiao Yao on a whim, I'm afraid that a hundred years later, there would be no way to find even a person who picks up bones. ”

The Sword Sect listened to what Ling Lao said in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, he had nothing else to do alone in this life, although he was much younger than Ling Lao at the moment, but he was more lonely than the Lingxu Zi who had a sect. Just thinking about himself, he listened to the spirit of the void son continue:

"Our two old guys are used to seeing the dark and despicable in the martial arts in their lives, and everyone knows in their hearts that on this blood-stained road of rivers and lakes, it is not possible to go down with a good martial arts, Xiao Yao, he is pure by nature, and the old man doesn't want to watch him who was raised single-handedly embark on the same path as his parents back then. ”

At this point, the Bone Mound Sword Sect looked at the Ling Elder in front of him fixedly, and finally stopped persuading, raised his hand and slapped a large jar of fine wine on the table to open the mud seal and drink it all on his back.

Since that day, the Sword Sect and Ling Lao avoided Xiao Yao and had a long conversation in the house, the dense peach grove in the Peach Blossom Canyon of Wuling Mountain has turned to spring in the blink of an eye, and the peach blossoms on the trees have bloomed twice again, and in the past two years, Xiao Yao has completely grown into a handsome young man with sword eyebrows, ape arms, and bee waist.

In the past two years, his grandfather Lingxuzi finally stopped forcing Xiao Yao to study poetry and books all day long, which is also due to Xiao Yao's talent is really extraordinary, in addition to martial arts, the foundation that Ling Lao has learned has been taught, as for the final achievement, it depends on Xiao Yao's situation in the future, and it needs to be washed by time.

As for the Sword Grandfather Bone Mound Sword Sect, when Xiao Yao was young, he liked to let Xiao Yao climb on his old man's lap and listen to him tell him stories about the chivalrous warriors in the martial arts, but in the past two years, he has completely kept silent about the things in the rivers and lakes as if he had changed as a person, but the seeds of martial arts have germinated in the young heart, but they are not so easy to wither.

"Grandpa... Grandfather... I came back from hunting, today Xiao Yao met a big black bear in the dense forest behind the canyon, it took a lot of effort to lead it into the pit, Xiao Yao first peeled the bear skin and cut four bear paws and brought them back, and after a while, he picked up and made a red braised bear paw. The left forepaw with the best taste is reserved for you, the right forepaw is reserved for Grandpa Jian, and the remaining two hind palms are left for Xiao Yao himself, hahaha. ”

Sixteen-year-old Xiao Yao was dressed in a simple hunting suit, with a powerful half-human-tall hunting bow straddled behind him, and he looked really heroic and extraordinary.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you, Xiao Yao is talking to you, why don't you ignore people. ”

As soon as Xiao Yao entered the door, he saw his grandfather meditating with his eyes closed on the mat in the house. I thought that my grandfather was asleep as before, so I stepped forward and gently pushed my grandfather's shoulder, but I didn't expect my grandfather's loose body to fall on the couch with a gentle push.

"Grandpa!!!!!!"