Hundreds of miles outside Jianwang Mountain, and a long time ago, there were more fields.

It is originally located in a remote place, with no one's house here, only this thatched cottage.

The man in the woods is an old man with sparse hair and a twilight age. Just looking at his clothes, he is like a farmer who mostly works hard for most of his life. No matter how he looks at it, he is an honest and honest old man, and his legs are already

It is a bit unfair, and it is trembling when going out all day long. It is not forgotten to stick a few plain cicadas in the deep forest, which are mostly used to fill the household use.

There was also a young man next to the old man, often wearing gray clothes, but he was less arm than ordinary people. He was often listless and sleepy. If he was not satisfied, he would scold the old man for a few words and vent his anger for dozens of miles.

In the market outside, many vendors have seen such a strange sight. The young man in gray who lost his right arm chased the old man who was staggering and scolded him all the way, but the old man still looked dull, as if he was

I suffered from ear disease and never heard the one-armed man scolding. Vendors in the same market bought a lot of grain and grass seeds, and even two bags of tree seeds. They left slowly without being anxious or impatient.

Today, the thatched cottage is extremely hot. Originally, if the surroundings of the cottage are surrounded by ancient trees, they can still block most of the sunlight, the rain will stop for several consecutive days and rise, like steaming wine, besides the heat waves rolling.

The moisture is very strong. Ordinary people stand in the thatched cottage, and their bodies seem to be covered with water vapor. Water droplets roll down everywhere on the four walls of the thatched cottage.

Yuan Benmo sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the window frame in front of him, holding Mei Palm fan with his left hand, and fanning the air desperately, but he couldn't feel any coolness. Now he wished he could be exposed to the sun all day long, and he didn't want to be there.

This is a humid and hot area that causes miasma, so I feel more and more upset. The palm-leaf fan almost broke the fan rod, but there was no wind outside the window. The cool breeze that was finally blown was so cool that it was not a bit cool. The hot and humid air was blowing in my face.

, no coolness at all.

"Damn, I don't choose a better land to settle down. Others build huts to carry on warm winters and cool summers. But the old bastard specializes in this remote and broken land where winters and cold summers are hot, and sooner or later, I will die of anger and die of desolation in this wilderness.

ridge."

It is hard to bear to put down Yuan Benmo, who was rolling down the hot weather, and put his left hand up, and staggered to the outside of the cottage. He felt bored again. No matter whether it was the inside and outside of the cottage, there was a lot of hot flashes, and it was not moving at all, and it was difficult to find a breeze.

At the moment, I was not angry at all. I said to the old man sitting cross-legged with his back to the cottage not far away, "You are so smart, you are amazing. You can die here like meditating. But I can't bear it. I want to go to the mountain stream.

Take a cool breeze and don’t go back tonight. Just ask for blessings. Just don’t die outside on your own."

There is a stream in the deep forest, and the stream water is always clear, which is a rare cool thing in the deep forest in this summer.

God knows that it has just entered summer, and Yuan Benmo has been soaked in the mountain stream for so long. In the end, there is no one in the fields. So he simply soaked in the stream naked, so he can let go of all kinds of chaotic and complicated thoughts. Of course, he would rather come.

Here, you don’t stop in the thatched cottage.

"I'm not going to teach you great swordsmanship?" The old man with his back to the cottage smiled, stood up and shook his clothes on the floating soil, his eyes calmly, "It's better to say that you have never taken this step,"

It is not easy to say. I have been holding a sword in my right hand for more than ten years and suddenly I was cut off by an arm. Then I switched to using my left hand to move my sword. It is not easy, at least it is much harder than the rumors in the world."

Since the sword energy rose straight in the rain that day, Yuan Benmo has never used the sword energy again. He originally spoke loudly, but since he came to this world, he never mentioned the issue of learning sword, and the old man was even more calm.

, also never talked about the realm or sword energy, but I was like an ordinary farmer. I bought a lot of vegetables and grass from the market, and watered the garden all day long. It seemed that I had forgotten the two of them.

talk.

"If you are happy to pass on it, why wouldn't I not learn it?" Yuan Benmo was so angry that his whole body trembled slightly, and pointed at the old man's nose and cursed, "Since he looked down on one arm, why did he persuade him again and again before? Now that he has really come here,

If you don’t mention learning sword, you obviously look down on me. Since that’s the case, why should I give up? It would be better to drag it down with you to ask for swordsmanship with you, which is also a worry-free food and clothing."

The old man was as angry as before, and his expression remained unchanged. He pointed to the long sword inserted into the soil three feet away in front of the cottage, with a kind face.

"The sword is just inserted there, it is not difficult to pull it out. The right arm is gone and the left arm is gone. If you want to draw the sword, you can pull it out anyway. You might as well think about it, I want to pass it on.

Is the sword skill really the most important thing for you? It would rather spend a few sticks of incense in a day and stare at the sword, than hold it in your hand. This is

swordsman."

"You don't even dare to hold the sword, or you don't have that kind of energy to hold it, so why do you say you can learn sword?"

After saying something, Yuan Benmao was speechless. He rolled his throat twice before lowering his head angrily and vomiting out turbid air.

Although I have never seen the old man take a serious sword, his words are extremely sharp and just pierced into his heart. The word "heart" is indeed the most difficult to nourish. At that time, the thin young man on the Sword King Mountain who was like a wild mountain monster, had sword skills.

No matter how good Yuan is, he is not as good as Yuan's head, but when he really moves his sword, he clearly has many flaws all over his body, but no matter how he draws his sword, he is hard to have any advantage. Instead, the thin young man seems to have a quick look and never forget his talent.

In the meantime, Yuan's sword skills were clearly distinguished, and there was no chance of winning.

Now, in Yuan Benmo's sleep, he often can see the young man's cruel smile and a brilliant sword, which is very easy to miss. However, every time he goes deeper, he always feels that he accidentally enters the Senluo Hall of the White Tiger Hall, and is murderous step by step, and is shocked.

Wake up in the middle of the night.

"A person's talent is born with high or low status, but you may not be inferior to that wild boy. At least the sword energy I have never seen when I stepped out of the mountain gate. It is also a talent for accumulating strength." The old man still looked at Yuan Ben and the same as the same expression.

Depressed, careless, walked to the latter, "If everyone lived by talent, wouldn't this world have long been determined? Who should be the leader, who should be the Tanhua, but in the end, those positions

Since the young man showed his strengths, he never asked about the top of the martial arts mountain."

"Don't rush to argue. I have been serving you for several years, and I have long known it. When the boy never came, you are a talented person who is not born in the Sword King Mountain. The successive winnings have long made you lose your humble and diligent thoughts.

, the tricks are simple and you will stop. I always think that others are not as good as you, and there is no need to spend time exploring the subtleties of other people's tricks. Even if the young man has never gone up the mountain, at most two or three years, you will sooner or later be defeated by the sword of others."

"It's better to say that you lost to the wild boy, you lost to yourself, and you were so lucky but suffered such a big loss when you were proud. It's not a good thing, but it's definitely not a disaster."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Yuan Benmo's left arm teasingly, "God also left you an arm holding a sword, what's there to think about?"

Only Yuan knew the truth, and the old man said this almost everywhere.

Even if he is a swordsman, who would like to turn himself into his current appearance and willing to abandon his sword. In the end, he would be confused and do not know where he is.

So Yuan Benmo, who was in gray, trembled his left hand and slowly walked to the long sword buried deep in the soil. He trembled and stretched out his arm, just like a young man who had not been involved in the world, and was taken to the tram after the first time.

He looked at the sudden vent of spring sunshine in front of him, and he was afraid to reach out.

The hilt of the sword is cool and extremely comfortable, and it is even more refreshing than getting up in the mountain stream.

So when Yuan Benmo, who was originally declining and pale with a messy beard, touched the hilt of the sword, it was like a fish that was almost suffocated to death on the shore, finally landing in the water again.

In the deep forest, the sword energy was almost unable to suppress it. It tilted out in an instant, smashing many towering ancient trees, shaking up many mud and stones on the ground until it rushed out of the deep forest, reflecting a lot of sunlight.

The old man always stood aside and watched, unable to hide his relief.

The sword energy of Yuan Ben's sword when he held the sword today was actually evenly matched by the long streets of sunset and rain. The two times he walked out of the mountain gate were actually different, and there was no sign of decline. Some people hold the sword, not to mention their wealth, life and life.

Tied in a sword, it is always the case that this sword is separated from it, and no matter what it is done, it seems insignificant.

"Maybe I can really teach an amazing disciple before I'm trapped in this life."

The old man swept away the plainness of his original facial skin, turned around and looked towards Jianwangshan. His eyes lit up, and countless blue lights rippled in his robe, trying to compete with Rihui who was penetrated from the forest.

And Jianwangshan, hundreds of miles away, the thin young man who had moved to Yuan Benmo's house was cross-legged at the disciple who was practicing swordsmanship outside. Look at this person and looked at the one who was contemptuous.

I felt that sword skills were ordinary, so I yawned for no reason. I wanted to go to bed first, but suddenly I felt something was different, so I pushed the door and walked out of the house, walked straight to the near the mountain gate, and looked towards the mountain with my back.

Xin Yuchen, who was pretending to behave, had already been scared by this moody and unparalleled hunchbacked boy who was hunchbacked with unparalleled swordsmanship. Seeing the boy walking to the near the mountain gate with a strange expression, he frowned and looked out of the mountain, and then rushed forward to please him and said with awkward smile.

"I don't know what the elder brother is looking at. Did you think of the girls outside the mountain? If this is true, when I go down the mountain to experience training next year, I will go downstairs to find some girls at the foot of the mountain to let the senior brother get close to each other."

The hunchbacked boy grinned, showing his neat fangs.

"You have done a good job of planning and are willing to do so."

Before he finished speaking, the sword that had just been sent from the foot of the mountain fell on the hunchbacked boy's hand. He immediately stretched the hilt of the sword and slapped the former's face and took more than ten steps back to stabilize his body.
Chapter completed!