The north wind was howling, and the sun in the ruins was not hot at all, but a little cold.

He Jian was dressed in gray, his eyes were cloudy, he was holding a ten-inch-long carving knife in his hand, he was still plain, his speech was uninhibited, and the aura on his body seemed to be nothing.

But even if Ou Yangming used his strong spiritual power to probe, he still couldn't see his depth.

In Longevity Alley, although Master Duan likes to behave in front of people, he has no bad intentions, and he is warm-hearted. Jiang Yingrong is inextricably linked with the Heilongjiang family, and her strength has also reached the peak of the spirit. Of these people, Ou Yangming can see one or two.

Only He Jian seems to be plain, but it is like a deep pool, whether it is the origin of cultivation, it is extremely mysterious, and it is difficult to guess at all.

"Let's go!" He Jian's voice was flat, like a worldly old man who was accustomed to wind and waves.

"Senior He, where should we go?" asked Ou Yangming with a smile.

"Let's get out of the city first, as soon as it gets dark, something will run out of the darkness, and those things are not easy to deal with, we have to find a foothold in advance." He Jian played with the carving knife and spoke softly.

Ou Yangming nodded, of course he knew how difficult things were in the dark.

At the beginning, he took Xiaoman for a few days, and naturally knew how dangerous it was in the ruins, which could be described as a crisis everywhere.

As soon as he took a step, he followed He Jian and walked out.

Xiao Man was in the courtyard, holding a carving knife in his left hand and an unformed wood carving in his right hand, which was carved by Ou Yangming. Looking at the backs of the two of them gradually moving away from the crack in the door, he took a heavy breath, and there was a faint melancholy in his heart.

Jiang Chengcheng walked out of the house, and the beads spun around twice.

His voice was as gentle as water, and he said, "Oh, Xiaoman, how about playing with my sister?"

Xiao Man ignored it, and carved the wood carving seriously, which actually gave people a feeling of sitting in danger.

"You're very rude, didn't you hear me talking to you?" Jiang Tingcheng pinched his waist and roared in a low voice.

Xiaoman still ignored it, shook off the sawdust on the wood carving, and immersed himself in his own world.

Jiang Chengcheng: "......"

Xiaoman, still silent.

Jiang Tingcheng's chest thrust forward, but after seeing the "small and weak" chest, he shrank back timidly, and looked at both sides in a panic, seeing that no one was paying attention, he breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his voice, and said with a mysterious face: "Xiaoman, let me tell you, as long as you play with me, I will take you to catch fish, and pick cucumbers, even the kind of cucumber butt is not bitter, how about it." ”

The cold color on Xiao Man's face finally faded a little, and he was a little more eager at such an age, he raised his head, as if talking to himself: "I haven't eaten cucumbers yet......"

"Then let's go!" Jiang Qingcheng was overjoyed and took the initiative to take Xiao Man's hand.

Xiao Man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't break free.

"It's so cold, and there are a lot of scars. Jiang Chengcheng muttered in a low voice, pulled Xiaoman and ran out together, in her heart, since she is older than him, she must protect him, and she still has an unknown careful thought in her heart, even Jiang Yingrong doesn't know, this is the secret of her growth.

In the room, Jiang Yingrong was carefully sewing clothes, and when she saw this scene, she sighed heavily.

I secretly said in my heart, Xiaoman's heart is too obsessed, and the resentment is too heavy, is it good or bad for Allure to get so close to him? I have lost my husband, she is my world now, all I have.

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The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Two figures, one old and one young, were hurrying on the desolate land, it was Ou Yangming and He Jian.

He Jian made a "click" of the carving knife in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Brother Yu, what do you think is a sword?"

Ou Yangming shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I'm just a spellcaster, how can I know what kind of sword." It's probably just picking flowers and leaves, everything in heaven and earth can be a sword or something!"

He Jianshen glanced at Ou Yangming and sighed: "Brother Yu, you are not sincere, when you fought with Ji Qi, I still cheered for you, now you say that you don't understand swordsmanship, I don't believe it." He glared fiercely, looking imposing.

Ou Yangming slandered in his heart, he was silent on weekdays, and he couldn't beat a fart with three hammers, why did he talk so much today?

He didn't know that He Jian felt the breath above the Sword Peak on him, and this changed his normalcy. Otherwise, with his temperament, he wouldn't have said so much.

Although he thought so in his heart, he said in a low voice: "I really don't know swordsmanship, but I have a little experience in marksmanship." ”

He Jian seemed to smile and said, "Then you can tell me what a gun is, a gun, a sword, a knife, and a halberd...... These eighteen kinds of weapons seem to be different, but in fact, they have the same goal, and it is said that everything in the world cannot escape the words "Dao Zhi Jian". ”

Ou Yangming smiled without a hint of Chengfu: "It's not easy for Senior He to say such a thing. His eyes froze, and he said softly: "A gun is a gun, just a dead thing." ”

He Jian's pupils shrank inward slightly, and he sighed: "If you can understand this, even if you learn the sword, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort, the things in this world are not so complicated, what is complicated is the human heart." ”

As they spoke, a tavern appeared in the field of view of the two of them.

He Jian said: "Let's go, drink wine to warm up." ”

Ou Yangming naturally agreed. Outside the tavern, the yellow sand is all over the sky, the storm is raging, but inside the tavern is quiet and peaceful, the candle flame is dim, just like the color of rice paper that is naturally emitted by the precipitation of time, warm and soft.

There was no good wine in the ruins, it was all cloudy wine, but the two of them drank happily.

He Jian pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed, his face twisted together, smiled heartily, and said, "This wine tastes good." ”

Ou Yangming accompanied him to take a drink and tasted it in his mouth, but he was really a little speechless.

In the ruins, although there is an extremely strong combat power, in other aspects, there is still a big gap between the spiritual world. Not to mention that it is compared to the spirit world, even if it is compared to the lower world, this drink is nothing more than that.

After a while, He Jian asked casually, "Brother Yu, I don't know if you have ever met a kendo master?"

Ouyang Ming was about to shake his head, and the old man who swept away the sword blade with a sword on his back immediately appeared in his mind, but he still replied, "No, I used to want to use a sword, dressed in white like snow, dragging the long sword on the ground, killing one person in ten steps, not staying for a thousand miles, how domineering! But he didn't get a decent sword trick, and by now, the marksmanship has become small, and he doesn't want to learn it." ”

He Jian nodded, his eyes cloudy, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next day, just after dawn, the two braved the yellow sand and galloped forward.

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood came from more than ten miles away, Ou Yangming's face was slightly cold, and his speed exploded to the extreme, chasing forward.

He Jian didn't speak, his eyes were gloomy as water, and there was a faint guess in his heart.

After the tea, a mutilated idol appeared in front of the two of them, this idol was stained with blood, and a strange symbol was printed on it, which was disconnected. Behind the statue was a desolate village, the cold wind whined, the village was haunted by blood mist, the rich smell of blood came out, and a sense of dead silence echoed.

"Come in and take a look!" He Jian's voice was extremely eager.

"Hmm!" Ou Yangming nodded heavily, with a very bad premonition in his heart.

Blood, blood everywhere.

The village was almost submerged, and the soil was dyed crimson.

There were stumps and severed arms everywhere, and the faces on the skulls were extremely distorted, and the pupils were sunken, as if they had seen the most horrific picture before they died.

White bones, five internal organs, six internal organs...... Everywhere you look, even a three-year-old child is hung from a mast, with a teardrop on his eyelash and a look of horror.

An indescribable anger rose up, and Ou Yangming's fists clenched tightly. Although he did not know the people who died here, no one would be indifferent to this tragic scene.

The Heavenly Phoenix Fire was blazing, and the air within ten zhang around him as the core instantly distorted, and a white flame rose into the sky.

He Jian's pupils contracted suddenly, his heart was terrified, and he secretly said in his heart, what kind of power is this, it seems to be able to destroy everything, it is too violent.

Ou Yangming's voice was as cold as coming from hell, and it was extremely cold: "The person who did this should be damned!"

He Jian glanced around, took a heavy breath, and said in a low voice, "It's not people who do this. ”

"Not human?"

"Yes, not human, it's alien. The alien race that has absorbed the blood of the dragon and phoenix, with the human race as rations, as long as the idol is broken, they will take advantage of the weakness to enter and devour the human dantian and temper their own aura. He Jian's voice also carried a majestic killing intent, and even his beard was cocked.

Ou Yangming was silent for a long time, and said hoarsely: "Blood debt and blood repayment, these people don't deserve to die." ”

His eyes were red, and it was unforgivable that there were more than a hundred households, and how many people were there? Even children were hanging on the mast.

He Jian pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "Brother Yu, do you have a sword?"

"Yes!" Ou Yangming didn't hesitate, flipped his wrist, and took out a magic weapon long sword, the sword was three feet long and three feet wide, carved with a delicate carving, exuding a chill, and handed it over with both hands.

He Jian took the long sword, and he was not too dirty, and sat on the ground. The fingers bent and flicked the sword lightly on the tip, and a melodious and crisp sword sound rang out.

"Good sword!" he took out a pot of turbid wine and took a few large sips of it.

Leaving a mouthful in his mouth, he sprayed it on the blade of the sword with a "poof", and said in a low voice: "The sword is a good sword, but it also needs to be opened, and it needs to be stained with blood, so that it can have a spiritual rhyme." Today, I will take you to kill the enemy and make you stained with blood!" A sharp sword intent rose into the sky and pierced into the sky.

"The old man has been practicing swords for decades, carving swords with wood, and smiling proudly in the contemporary era. Hehe, with the pinnacle of the spirit, in the hands of the Venerable One, he walked three moves without defeat, and got out calmly. In his eyes, the brilliance was dazzling: "The old man has been sealing the sword for many years, and he thought that he could escape from the world, but he didn't expect that this sword ...... But there is still a day of opening. ”

At this moment, he is no longer an old man carved in wood, he is a generation of sword gods.

At this moment, what kind of waves will the sword god set off?

He Jian's sword is a roar if it is uneven, and it is unyielding in the world.

Every sword is just majestic, so that people can't avoid it,

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