On the banks of Xizi Lake, a woman in white riding a donkey was passing by with a book, carrying a beautiful sword with a sword sheath around her waist, and an eleven-year-old child was surrounded by a zither. The donkey was carrying the bags of the two of them, and the bags were changing clothes and some dry food.

After traveling hundreds of meters, the child asked, "Sister Liu, I have traveled with you in the past few years and have also traveled a lot of places. You said you came from Jiangnan and now you are back in Jiangnan. But you have been traveling for a long time and want to go home?"

The woman riding a donkey looked down at the child. This child was a child of a kendo-obsessed person. She was named Zeng Jian by her father. She thought to herself that even the child’s name was replaced by a sword. How obsessed with swords was like this. The day they met was dusk. The father and son squatted in the corner of an inn. The father seemed to be injured. The child knelt on the side of the road begging for his father for some food. The woman saw the pitiful posture of the father and son. She thought in her heart that there were also a group of half-grown children in the family, and she couldn’t help but feel in love with the scene and gave some silver. The child was obsessed with her at first, but later she reacted and kowtowed and said, “Thank you, Sister Bodhisattva.”

Although a woman is not a peerless figure, she is also beautiful and handsome. In her early years, she practiced immortal martial arts in an immortal sect on Kunlun Mountain for several years. People have gained a trace of fairy spirit for no reason. It is not an exaggeration to think that she is a fairy.

The woman looked at the child only, and the look was similar to a little bastard from that time. When she thought of the man, she couldn't help but feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and she felt so nervous that she didn't have time to say a few more words to the child, so she hurried into the inn. She thought she had no social relationship with the child, but she never thought that fate was something that ordinary people could not say.

She slept until midnight. At night, the woman dreamed of the kind-hearted and kind person many times. She dreamed of the heartless person again and again, and woke up again and again, but she couldn't sleep well. She heard the clapper ringing downstairs several times. She thought it was dawn, but she didn't want to get up. She just lay lazily on the bed and stayed in this inn for a while before leaving. Anyway, she absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Although she was not yet in the realm of fasting, her demand for food was not so great. As she thought about it, she fell asleep again in a daze. She felt that after a long time, she felt that after only a while, she heard a noisy sound of shouting and killing from outside. When she opened her eyes, the genius was bright, and a trace of white fish belly rose from the sky. The white line was a black sky above and the white line was a black world below.

She could no longer sleep, so she leaned against the head of the bed and listened. She heard a rough voice below saying, "Zeng Bufan, you killed 16 disciples of my gang. How do you want to calculate the calculation?"

Then another voice spoke, perhaps the man named Zeng Bufan, who said: "It is natural to kill someone to pay his life, and to pay the debts. A sixteen disciples of the Guigang bullyed the weak and beat the two elders of Zhang. The two elders were over 70 years old and were beaten to death by those scumbags. The woman surnamed Zhang, the granddaughter of the two elders, was stripped naked by sixteen strong men and made fun of her. If I arrived half a moment later, would there be something even more unsightly? The woman was virtuous and was saved by me and still committed suicide. I couldn't treat her. I had already explained the cause and effect that if Zeng still had to calculate the account, Zeng would be with her sword to the end."

The previous voice said, "Hmph, Zeng Bufan, you are too busy with your care. You are not the sour literati of Confucianism, why do you like to meddle in these nostalgic business? Could it be that you fell in love with the daughter of the Zhang family?"

Zeng Bufan was perhaps angry and coughed twice: "Don't talk nonsense."

A cold snorted from the other side: "You killed 16 people from my gang. My gang leader was furious and gave an order. All my gang disciples, Sixiangtang, and 16 branches. Anyone who saw you Zeng Bufan will chase you and never die. Let me tell you the truth. The little leader of the 16 people who died was the younger brother of the gang leader's wife and the brother-in-law of our gang leader, so he spared no effort. The other brothers in the gang didn't know, but I knew it better. I had wanted to kill this hypocritical old thing long ago."

Zeng Bufan laughed and said, "The deputy gang leader has always wanted to seek the life of the gang leader. Your gang is really a group of wealthy tourists who value love and friendship. It is unprecedented, unprecedented, and unprecedented."

"What do you know?" The man opposite seemed to have been poked into the pain point, and he became a little hysterical. "That old thing should have been mine, I should be the leader of the Golden Knife Gang. The master passed the throne to him, which is probably biased. I am not as good as his character and appearance? Humph, Zeng Bufan, I have been chasing you for more than half a month, and I could have killed you seven or eight times, but I just hurt you hard and not take your life. Do you know why? I still want to give you a chance to kill that old thing for me, and I can successfully take the position of the gang leader. At that time, I will not only revoke the pursuit order for you, but also give you a thousand taels of silver as a thank-you gift. How about it?"

Zeng Bufan laughed even more happily, and even coughed: "I don't know why respecting the teacher should pass the throne to the current leader of the gang, but you are not as good as him, so I don't agree with the character. Leave no nonsense, Zeng has practiced swords for half his life, and the sword is a gentleman in the army. How can he be with you like a little girl? Even if you are burned, you will never be able to live in silence. Son, please dodge it." Then a child said "Yes". This reminded the woman of the father and son begging in the corner when she was staying in the hotel, but this has nothing to do with her. She is not a meddler.

Next, there was a symphony of swords, accompanied by the sound of swords entering the flesh. The child shouted, "Dad!" The response to him was the rough voice of the previous one: "Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will give birth again. Today, even you, a little thing, will bear fruit together. If you want to blame, blame your father for not being polite. In the next life, find someone who knows the current affairs as a father." The child shouted, "Help!" At this moment, the woman couldn't sit still, not because of pity, but because of the child's eyes that were similar to that little bastard. She thought, at least save him, as if he had accumulated good deeds.

The woman broke out of the window, and before the figure arrived, the sword first arrived. The man looked over forty years, and was raising a golden knife high to slash the child. The sword in the woman flew to block it. The man said in surprise: "Who?"

The woman didn't answer, and landed lightly, with her hands behind her back, slowly walking towards the man.

Seeing that it was a young woman, the man felt relieved and said, "So he is a girl. Humph, don't delay the uncle's work. If you want to have a good time, wait until the uncle finishes his work, find a place to play with you."

The woman still didn't say anything, but she threw the sword into the ground and shone a faint blue light. The man then discovered that the sword was still in the scabbard and inserted into the ground with a scabbard, which made him start to feel scared. He saw that it was a woman before, which made him look a little contempt. At this moment, he discovered that a woman who could fall from the sky and throw a long sword at such a long distance and penetrated the scabbard into the ground with a scabbard, was definitely not an easy person.

"Who are you?" This is the second time the man asked her.

The woman hooked her fingers and the long sword inserted into the ground was unsheathed. The sword light passed by, and the man's hand holding the knife fell to the ground. After a breath of time, the man screamed out loud, and then said, "Use the energy to control the sword, are you, are you from Shushan?"

People in the world only know that Shushan has such mysterious skills, but they don’t know that there are many immortal sects besides Shushan. The woman did not answer him, but said: “This sword is a small punishment, pick up the broken arm and leave quickly. I will protect this child.”

The man deeply understood what the situation was better than that of a man, and he wanted to take a break after picking up his broken arm. Unexpectedly, the child picked up the sword left by his father. Taking advantage of the chaos of the man's mind, he did not notice his whereabouts, and inserted a sword from behind into the man's vest. The sword passed through his chest and came out of his body. The man sobbed twice and fell to the ground. The woman was a little surprised and surprised, and finally returned to peace. She knew that some people were born vicious and vicious, which was destined by God.

She said to the child, "You shouldn't have killed him."

The child killed a person, sat on the ground and slugged for a long time. Hearing the woman talking to him, he got up and said, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

The woman shook her head. The child was still in the mood to say this at this time, so she said again: "You shouldn't have killed him."

The child just disagreed: "You shouldn't let him go. If he leaves, he will definitely take revenge. When the time comes, he will let the tiger go back to the mountain, and there will be endless disasters."

The woman said, "He won't."

The child asked, "Why?"

The woman said, "He is afraid of me."

The child said again: "If it were me, I would definitely kill the things I was afraid of first, so there would be nothing I was afraid of."

The woman felt that the child's heart had been eroded by darkness and killing. She no longer entangled with him. She just asked him: "What's your name?"

The child replied to her: "My name is Zeng Jian. Jian is the sword of the sword."

The woman asked again: "Have you read a book?"

The child replied, "Yes, I have read it for a few years."

The two of them had nothing to say. The woman was not a good person who was good at talking and dealing with people, especially when facing such a child with such a young man. The last child with such a young man with such a young man was heartbroken.

Zeng Jian broke the silence and said, "Sister, can you lend me some money? I want to bury my father."

The woman thought he was not bad, but she was a little cruel. After all, she knew how filial she could be bad, so she agreed and took her in the city for another day to settle Zeng Bufan's funeral.

When he was putting the coffin and covered the soil, Zeng Jian said, "This is inevitably a relief for my father. My mother died shortly after giving birth to me. Because my father was obsessed with practicing swords and his family was poor, my mother fell into the root of illness when she gave birth to me and died after having no money to treat her. He was chased by someone for more than half a month. On the one hand, he had to take care of me, and on the other hand, he had to avoid the pursuit. Most of the wounds on her body had become purified and she couldn't sleep every day. After her mother died, he drank and no longer practiced sword skills. There was no meaning to live like this. Of course, this was what he told me when he got drunk, and he said he was sorry to my mother and me. I don't know if my mother would forgive him. Anyway, I think my father deserves me, and he has treated me very well."

The woman suddenly felt a little sorry for the child. She was a kind person, so it was not wrong for Zeng Jian to call her Bodhisattva. She said to Zeng Jian: "From the future, you can follow me, you can carry the zither for me and carry the bag. Anyway, you have no place to go, right?"

Zeng Jian looked at the beautiful woman and didn't speak for a long time, as if he was confirming the authenticity of the woman's words. It took him a long time to ask: "Sister, what's your name?"

The woman replied to him: "My name is Liu Wenqing, just call me Sister Liu."
Chapter completed!