(ps: Please give me a monthly ticket, Momoda, there is another chapter.m.)

Of course no one will save a child for no reason.

But there is a saying about luck in this matter.

If the child was not caught, he would not have met the swordsman in prison.

The swordsman thought he had made a big mistake, so he sealed the sword, deliberately let someone catch him, and entered the prison, without any other thoughts, just waiting to die.

He was so devoted to his death, who had no other thoughts about the world.

It just so happened that his sentence was the same as that of the child, so he was locked up in the same cell.

Nothing hit the mark at first sight.

In the first few days, the swordsman and the child did not speak.

After all, the child was too thin and too short, and no one thought he was suitable for anything. Perhaps death was his only belonging.

Until one day later, the swordsman accidentally grabbed the child's hand.

It was an extremely thin pair of arms.

The swordsman held it up and looked at each other.

The swordsman saw many things, and the children could feel many things.

So when things came to this point, it was natural that he became the disciple of the swordsman. The disciple no longer had any attachment to the world, but he would not watch a good seedling being killed by these mortals.

So on a dark and windy night, the swordsman sent the child out of prison.

He did not leave because he did not have any attachment to this world anymore.

The child left the prison and carried a sword scripture and a sword.

At this point, I began to travel around the world.

He has walked through many places.

When I walked through these places, I also killed many people.

Among the people who are killed, there are good people and bad people.

But in general, most of them are bad people.

After traveling in the world for almost a hundred years, the child grew up, but still had a short figure. He hung his very long sword and became an ordinary person to a Taiqing swordsman.

He was originally from a small matter and suffered a great disaster. It was normal for him to be a little weird.

It's just because of this that my temperament is too paranoid.

Because his family was destroyed, he always felt that if he wanted to avoid being bullied, he would become the most powerful person in this world.

Fortunately, his talent is not low, otherwise the swordsman in the prison would not have accepted him as a disciple.

Three hundred years later, he finally became a swordsman climbing the tower.

It is only a thread away from the sea.

Maybe if you think about it, you can cross it.

It was just for some reason that he had not taken that step for a long time, otherwise there might be another swordsman in the sea in this world.

Of course, this is his own idea.

Until one day, he heard a sword sound in the mountains.

Then he saw that many swordsmen went to White Fish Town.

He understood what the sound of the sword meant, but he ignored it, because not everyone in this world is worthy of relying on.

Not everything is worth your life.

It's not even worth it in danger.

So that time he did not come out of the mountain, but sent his disciples to inquire.

Not long after, he learned about the reopening of Jianshan.

You need to choose a head coach.

At first he was not interested in this matter.

His thoughts in this life will probably become a vast ocean and will not be influenced by others.

Until one day afterwards, because of something.

He chose to go out of the mountain, so he arrived at Jianshan.

The child of that year became the current Bai Weng.

...

...

“This story is stink and long.”

Bai Weng looked at the things that appeared in the wine glass and was very disgusted.

The old man smiled and said, "Looking back on your life, you don't feel that there is a little bit of pride, it's indeed not a good story."

Bai Weng was still in a cold mood, "The good stories will come in the future."

The old man said: "Some of the past stories have not been presented. Why do you want to be the head teacher?"

Bai Weng was speechless.

The old man took a few sips of wine and sighed: "This mountain is not another mountain, and it is not something that people with ulterior motives can touch it."

Bai Weng said, "I can stop me and talk about it."

After saying this, Bai Weng didn't plan to waste it here anymore. He raised his sword and handed it out at the old man.

This is an ordinary sword, with nothing fancy, like a child, handed out a sword and pierced the old man's body.

No blood.

The old man is not a real person.

He looked at Bai Weng and still smiled, "Why do you think you are such a person?"

Bai Weng ignored it.

Draw back the sword.

The courtyard disappeared.

There is only a mountain road ahead.

He looked away and continued to walk forward.

It is better to have a story with a beginning and an end, and it is naturally the same for doing things.

Bai Weng's back gradually disappeared on the mountain road.

...

...

Not long after, a young man in gray robe with a tired face came here.

Wushanhe.

He also saw a small courtyard.

There is still a square stone table in the yard, but there are no pear trees.

Wu Shanhe pushed the door open and saw the young man in gray robe sitting by the stone table.

The young man looked at Wu Shanhe and whispered: "Why do you have to fight?"

Wu Shanhe walked into the courtyard without sitting down, but just stood and said calmly: "Because we should have fought."

"I kept saying that this is my sword mountain."

The young man asked, "Why do you have to think this is your sword mountain?"

Wu Shanhe said: "Why isn't mine?"

The young man knocked on the stone table with his hands and said, "There is no reason."

"There are so many unreasonable things in this world, but what I did cannot be said to be unreasonable."

Wu Shanhe looked plain and pressed the Shanhe sword at his waist.

The young man said, "Please drink."

When he said this, he took out a wine bowl from somewhere and put it in front of Wu Shanhe.

There is wine in the wine bowl and stories in the wine.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be another story.

But Wu Shanhe just took a look, then reached out and picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one go.
To be continued...