In the blink of an eye, time rushed by like flowing water. On the bluestone slab outside the martial arts hall sat a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, looking at the blue sky in the distance.

"It's been five years, time flies so fast, I can go home to see my father and mother today, the last time I went home was half a year ago, alas~ It's time to go back and see. I don't know who he was talking to, but the young man in front of him was more like muttering to himself. After that, the young man also got up slowly, gently wiped the dew off his clothes, turned around, saw the weapons placed in the field, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, thinking in his heart, 'The past five years of hard work have not been in vain, but I have also practiced some fist and foot kung fu.' Thinking to himself, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Xuanyuan Xiang, what are you doing here alone?" I saw Shi Qing come out of the pavilion, looking like he had just woken up, and five years had made him much more handsome.

Asked by this, Xuanyuan Xiang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Senior brother is early" Shi Qing didn't seem to hear it, walked to the venue alone, picked up a long sword casually, and danced a set of swordsmanship; Xuanyuan Xiang didn't care, and walked straight to the building, wanting to pack his luggage earlier, after all, he couldn't go home every day.

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After half a year, I returned to this deep alley, as if the past was still vivid; when I closed my eyes, I seemed to hear Xiao Ying's silver bell-like laughter, and I seemed to see two children sitting on the west mountain watching the sunset; the corners of my mouth also flashed a faint smile, when I opened my eyes, I saw Cao Ying's home, and sighed in my heart, "I don't know how Xiao Ying is now, since she went to the Emei faction five years ago, there has been no news, is she the same as me now? Can she still remember me now?" Thinking about it, my feet unconsciously quickened my pace.

With the sound of pushing the door, the two people in the courtyard looked out of the door at the same time, and their faces showed indescribable joy.

"Xiaoxiang, you're back, it just so happened that my mother made a few good dishes, come and eat." Yang Caier was walking towards the house with her food, and she was still chattering happily.

"Okay, mother. Xuanyuan Xiang looked at the warm scene in front of him, and the sigh just now became very brisk.

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Xuanyuan Xiang sat down at the table and raised his eyes to see his father eating by himself, but his mother kept looking at him, and her eyes showed excitement. "Mother, let's eat too. Xuanyuan Xiang said softly. "Well, Xiaoxiang, you eat more, you have lost a lot of weight in the past six months. After speaking, Xuanyuan Xiang and Yang Cai'er began to eat.

"Stinky boy, bring me a jar of wine for your father. Xuanyuan Ao didn't even look up when he spoke. Xuanyuan Xiang heard his father's words, and obediently went to get wine, but he took several jars in a row, but they were all empty, so he had to say to his father: "Dad, our family has no wine, I will go and get you a jar of wine now." After speaking, Xuanyuan Xiang picked up the wine jar and walked towards the Fulai Inn. Yang Caier looked at Xuanyuan Ao dissatisfied, and Xuanyuan Ao was still eating by himself.

Xuanyuan Xiang, who walked on the road, looked at the lively Qiandeng Town, and had a long-lost impulse in his heart, after all, he had not come back for a long time, and he looked left and right like a child; Brother Zhang, I'll make an altar of wine, and make a jar of daughter red. ”

"Okay, Xiaoxiang, are you back from the martial arts hall?" Because at lunch time, there were a lot of guests in the Fulai Inn, so Zhang Fu was already sweating profusely at this time.

"Yes, there is no wine at home, so I came to make wine for my father. Xuanyuan Xiang wiped the beads of sweat on his head and said innocently.

"Yes, come, Xiao Xiang, give you wine. While speaking, Zhang Fu had already made a jar of wine for Xuanyuan Xiang, and after Xuanyuan Xiang paid the bill, he went home with the jar of wine. While walking, you can also enjoy the lively scene of Qiandeng Town. Suddenly, there was a commotion from the front, followed by shouting and beatings, interspersed with a few moans. Xuanyuan Xiang looked up and saw that there were already a lot of people in front of him, Xuanyuan Xiang, who wanted to go home early, under the guidance of curiosity, Xuanyuan Xiang squeezed into the crowd with the wine jar in his arms. In the midst of this, there were a few more moans, which sounded like the voice of an old man.

After squeezing into the crowd, I saw only three people in yellow brocade clothes, viciously beating an old man on the ground; the old man was already curled up in a ball, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth and eyes; those three people in yellow brocade clothes, who could they be if they were not the disciples of the Divine Leg Sect? The marks of his childhood still appeared in Xuanyuan Xiang's mind, and now he met them again on the narrow road of his family.

Although this Shenjiao Gate is not a famous faction, it is also called on the martial arts, there are many disciples, but there are internal and external doors, Xuanyuan Xiang has never seen the inner disciples of the Shenleg Gate, but he often sees the outer disciples of the Shenjiao Gate, rampant and domineering all day long, for the disaster in the township, these three people in front of him are the outer disciples of the Shenjiao Gate; the inner disciples usually learn much more profound martial arts than the outer disciples, either walking the rivers and lakes or in the sect's sect - Cui Island. These outer disciples usually rely on the support of the sect and act as a bully in the local area, and most of them dare not speak out.

Xuanyuan Xiang looked at the old man on the ground again, wasn't the person on the ground the old man Tian from Zhenxi? Xuanyuan Xiang thought of when he was a child, Uncle Tian loved him very much, how could he stand by and watch at this time. Xuanyuan Xiang only felt that the burden of being a chivalrous man, eliminating evil and promoting good was on his body, and he felt an inexplicable excitement when he thought that his kung fu that he had practiced hard for five years could also be shown. Xuanyuan Xiang stepped aside and put the wine jar in his arms on the ground.

With a loud shout, Xuanyuan Xiang stepped forward.