"Chen'er, promise your mother, no matter what you see, don't come out, and don't make a sound!"

The woman who could not see her face clung to the three-year-old child, weeping bitterly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mother, do you want to play peek-a-boo with me?"

"Yes, yes, my mother just wants to play peek-a-boo with you, you must ...... Don't hide from ......"

The woman's voice choked up, and she barely managed to squeeze out a smile and said softly.

"Okay, good, Chen'er is amazing, my mother must not find Chen'er. ”

"Good...... Good ......"

"What are you going to do!"

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It's night, and it's slightly cool.

The teenager opened his eyes and woke up from a nightmare.

Reaching out and touching it in the corner of his eye, it was cold and there were tears.

"This dream again?" the young man's eyes were a little confused, "Why have I always had this dream for more than ten years?"

"Will the person in my dream really be my mother? Why, why can't I see her face clearly?"

He sighed, rolled over and got out of bed, pushed the window to look at the moon, and was stunned.

He can't remember exactly when he had the same dream almost every few days, in which the woman was hiding with a little child, whom he knew was called Chen'er.

And in his name, there is also a morning character.

He has no father or mother since he was a child, and it was the master who adopted him to raise him, and he has nothing to remember about his parents, and from the bottom of his heart, he is naturally extremely eager to know the news of his biological parents.

So every time this dream appeared, he tried his best to see the woman's face clearly, but everything in the dream was so blurry that he could not see the woman's face clearly for more than ten years.

There was only one thing that was clear in his dreams, so clear that it was unforgettable.

It was a sword.

It was a sword that pierced through the heart.

It was a sword that had taken a woman's life in a dream.

The sword, blood red.

Thinking of the blood-red sword, the young man took a long breath, his whole body trembled, and there was a deep fear in the depths of his eyes.

"Why? It's just a dream, why am I so afraid of the sword in my dream, so scared that I resist the sword so much?"

The boy was puzzled, and he yelled at himself countless times: "That's a dream, that's just a dream!"

But it didn't work, his body, and even his brain, still faithfully proved a fact for him.

He can't use a sword, he doesn't dare to use a sword!

The young man laughed at himself: "It's ridiculous, I'm in the Sword Gate, I'm learning swordsmanship, and I even have the word 'sword' in my name, but I'm ...... Don't dare to use a sword. ”

Sunrise in the East.

Nourishing Qi Temple.

One old and one young sit opposite each other, pranayama and qi.

"Master......" The young man looked at his master and stopped talking.

Say. ”

"I ...... I don't want to practice swords. The young man's face struggled, and he finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Why?"

The young man was entangled for a long time, and finally sighed slightly, and in a blink of an eye, the gloom on his face was swept away, and he was replaced with a naughty smile:

"The rivers and lakes are so big, what is not easy to practice, why do we have to practice swords?"

"You said that if you practice swords, you should practice swords, there are so many sword factions in the world, like the Shushan Sword Sect, the Pure Yang Sword Palace, this name sounds so powerful, but why do we have to call it Sword Shrine......"

"Also, our ancestor is really, there are thousands of materials for forging swords, why does he have to get a piece of real silver? With this real silver sword on his back, I will be very embarrassed when I mix the rivers and lakes in the future!"

“...... Go out, Zama, three hours. ”

Qiyun Mountain, Baiyue Peak.

The place where the sword is buried for thousands of years, the sword mound.

Jian Chen stood under the scorching sun, bored and stung on his horse, staring at the handful of newly grown weeds on the martial arts training ground in a daze.

He didn't dare to use the sword, a fact he wanted to tell Master countless times, but each time it ended in failure.

Because he was afraid.

It's not that he is afraid that the master will expel him from the sword shrine when he finds out, but he is afraid of losing the two relatives in this world who he thinks are the only two.

Jian Chen became more and more convinced that the dream was real, and the woman who couldn't see her face clearly in the dream must be his mother.

But his mother was killed by the bloody sword.

His mother died, but what about his father?

Jian Chen didn't dare to think about this question, he still had a trace of luck in his heart after all.

It was precisely because of this dream that Jian Chen was afraid to use a sword, which was a knot for him, a dead knot.

Although the master is usually strict with him, Jian Chen knows that the master loves him, and even his own name was chosen by the master.

Master said that when he was wandering and passing by a barren mountain range, he found a young child who was dying, and he found that there was no one within a radius of 100 miles, and he did not know how there could be a young child in this place.

Out of kindness, the master took the child back to the sword shrine to raise, and from this child, the master found a beautifully carved jade pendant, on which was a big word "morning", so the master decided to name the child "morning".

However, if you have a name, what should you do with your surname? Master is a Taoist priest who has long since left behind the world, so it is not good to use his old man's Taoist name as the surname of a young child, right?

Fortunately, the master is also a decisive person, and after thinking about it for less than half a breath, he waved his hand and used the sword character of the sword mound as the surname of the child.

Therefore, his name is Jian Chen.

Whenever he remembered the origin of his master's name, Jian Chen couldn't help but smile slightly.

For more than ten years, he has regarded Master as his biological father.

Because of this, he didn't want to tell his master about the blood sword.

If the master knew about his heart knot, he would definitely go all out to investigate the true face of the blood sword, so as to untie this knot for his apprentice.

However, how could Jian Chen bear the fact that his master, who was already seventy-three years old, would be tired of running around for himself again? What if there was another accident in it?

So Jian Chen decided that he would rot in his stomach about the blood sword, and he would never reveal it to anyone, he would find out by himself, why his mother died tragically, whether his father was dead or alive, and find out the blood sword that scared him!

"Senior brother, have you been punished by the master again?"

Just when he was thinking a lot, a gloating voice sounded behind him, and he hurriedly tried to move his facial expression, and his sadness and loneliness were never shown in front of others.

You don't have to look back to know that it was his junior brother Yin Xiukong who spoke, and besides the master, he was the closest person in this world.

At this hour, well, I should have just come back from picking up water.

Sure enough, there were two muffled bangs behind him, and Yin Xiukong put down the burden of carrying water, rubbed his somewhat sour shoulders and turned to him with a grin.

Jian Chen glanced at him, and said weakly: "Please remove the word 'big', as if you still have a second senior brother." ”

Yin Xiukong said with a smile: "Doesn't it seem that we have many Sword Shrine Senior Brothers." ”

Speaking of the sword mound, Jian Chen's face was a little dark, and he said sullenly: "Xiao Kongkong, you say, why do we have to practice swords?"

He had wondered more than once that if he practiced knives, would there be one less trouble?

"We're in a sword mound, if we don't practice swords, can we still practice guns? ”

"And the master said, our sword mound's unified swordsmanship is very powerful, and when I learn it, I can go out of the mountains and fight the sword rivers and lakes, and I will be happy to enmity and hatred, think about it...... Handsome!"

Yin Xiukong's eyes had already begun to have little stars.

Seeing that his eyebrows fluttered, Jian Chen smiled, and couldn't help but want to hit him, "Xiao Kongkong, how about making a bet?"

"Bet on what?"

"Let's fight, you use the unified sword technique, I use the ......" Jian Chen's eyes swept around, and he saw the scoop of water in his bucket, and shook it in his hand, "I use a wooden scoop." ”

Yin Xiukong's eyes widened, "Senior brother, Master said that proud people don't live long." ”

Jian Chen said: "You just say dare or not." ”

Yin Xiu said: "Why don't you dare, just say what to bet on!"

Jian Chen said with a smile: "Whoever of us loses if his weapon is knocked out first, and the one who loses carries water for a month." ”

Yin Xiukong said: "Okay, look at the move!"

He carries a steel sword with him for practice, and he will take it out to play as long as he has nothing to do on weekdays, so although the entry time is not as long as the sword morning, he has also gained a trace of the essence of the Guiyi swordsmanship after diligent practice.

Yin Xiukong's body was displayed, and the first style of the Guiyi swordsmanship "Qi Penetrating Changhong" shot, and the steel sword turned into a pair of exercises and stabbed Jian Chen's left shoulder.

Jian Chen smiled, he and Yin Xiukong's brothers and sisters had a lot of exchanges on weekdays, every time this kid made a move, ten times out of ten, he made a move with "Qi through Changhong", so that although Yin Xiukong suddenly attacked, he was not in a hurry.

The body was slightly to the right side, just enough to let Yin Xiukong hold the steel sword in his hand, and the wooden scoop that lifted the water was buckled, and when it sounded, it hit the sword body, causing Yin Xiukong to stumble.

Yin Xiukong's body is stagnant, he has practiced the first few styles of the sword technique, according to the move, after "Qi through Changhong", the steel sword should be picked up, and the "sunrise east mountain" should be continued.

But Jian Chen's strength was not weak, and he struck his steel sword suddenly, and the "Sunrise East Mountain" naturally couldn't be used.

"You kid, won't you be flexible?"

"Like this...... Immortals show the way!"

The scoop made a sword move, and the round head of the wooden scoop hit Yin Xiukong's wrist with the sword, woo...... The sound of breaking through the air was particularly eerie.

"Ouch!"

Yin Xiukong was trying to adjust his body, but he couldn't prevent the wooden scoop from hitting, and he was caught off guard by holding the sword's wrist in the middle, his wrist was numb, and the steel sword couldn't hold it, and when he was stunned, he fell to the ground.

Yin Xiukong looked at Jian Chen incredulously, he really couldn't understand how this usually lazy and lazy senior brother practiced martial arts, he practiced sword practice every day until his arm was sore, and he still couldn't walk two moves in the hands of the senior brother, and the senior brother still held a wooden scoop in his hand.

However, the senior brother's smart Yin Xiukong knows that in the past, the master taught him to practice the sword between the two of them, and the senior brother always learned it once, and he had to practice dozens of times before he remembered it.

"Senior brother...... You, why are you so good?"

"Hehe, Xiao Kongkong, you have to use your brain to practice martial arts, and you can't memorize moves. ”

There was a hint of a smile in Jian Chen's eyes, and he gently put the wooden scoop in his hand, turned around and left.

Yin Xiukong was speechless, staring blankly at the wooden scoop that his senior brother used to defeat him in his hand, and suddenly, a doubt buried deep in his heart suddenly popped up, and he couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed out:

"Senior brother, why do you never use a sword?"

Jian Chen's footsteps paused suddenly, did not turn around, and said in a low voice: "Children, don't ask." ”

Yin Xiu was annoyed, Senior Brother, are you only a month older than me, okay? Where are you still a child?

He has been in the field for five years, and he has the impression that the senior brother has never really used a sword, and on weekdays, when the master teaches swordsmanship, he always uses some branches and sticks to stuff it in the pond, for which he has been reprimanded by the master, but he has not changed.

But Yin Xiukong remembered that the senior brother had a sword, and he was scolded by the master so badly, the senior brother would also pick up the sword to practice swordsmanship, but his sword was ...... It had never been unsheathed, and Yin Xiukong even wondered if the sword had been rusted and couldn't be pulled out?

He thought a little too much for a while, and then came back to his senses, where was Jian Chen's figure in front of him?

"Senior brother, where are you going?"

He shouted in a hurry.

All that answered him was the endless echoes of the valley one after another.