Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River!

On a high mountain, a trace of rain and mist drooped. At first glance, it was hazy, like a poem and a painting. Two figures stood side by side in the rain. The man was dressed in white and looked handsome, but his face was a little pale and held an oil paper umbrella. The woman beside him was wearing purple clothes, and her long black hair naturally drooped to her waist. She had an exquisite face, with black eyebrows like picturesque eyes, and her beautiful figure was like a banished immortal.

"Kaifeng, I'm leaving, you have to take care of yourself." The woman's voice sounded as nice as a nightingale.

"Qingxue, you have to take care of yourself." Zhang Kaifeng's eyes finally felt sad when he heard this, but his tone was very firm: "But, you believe me, it won't take too long, I will go to find you."

"I believe in you." Qingxue said to him.

"It's getting late, it's time for you to leave." Even if you are reluctant to leave, Zhang Kaifeng knew that he could not protect her at all now.

He watched Yiren go away until the misty rain and fog flooded Yiren. Zhang Kaifeng held the oil-paper umbrella for a long time and did not take back his eyes. He knew when he would meet again. After a long time, Zhang Kaifeng left the top of the mountain and returned home.

Shannan Town is where Zhang Kaifeng was born and raised. The town is not big, with more than a hundred households. Except for some wealthy families, the rest are simple lower-class people, who rest at sunrise and sunset every day.

Walking on the street, Zhang Kaifeng's heart was hollow, and his feelings that had never been seen before were permeated in his heart. There was a sentence in the book that suited his current mood. "The boy didn't know the feeling, but he sighed that the feelings were difficult."

"Oh, isn't this Kaifeng? Are you very capable? Why don't you chase Qingxue back, you coward." A sharp shout came, and a Taurus dressed in a civilian roared angrily: "If you don't say it, won't you let her leave? Now you haven't done it."

"You trash, have you surrendered so much?" Taurus became more and more angry as he spoke.

Zhang Kaifeng pursed his lips and said nothing. Taurus grew up with him, so he naturally witnessed everything about him and Qingxue. The reason why he was angry was of course dissatisfied with him so easily leaving Qingxue.

The noise quickly attracted many people. These people knew Zhang Kaifeng and Qingxue, and of course they also learned about the matter. Seeing that Taurus became more and more fierce as he scolded him, some people couldn't bear to speak out.

"Taurus, how do you know that Kaifeng doesn't want to recover it?" an old man persuaded.

"Yes, what a good kid, it's a pity that their identities are different after all." The aunts felt sorry and had no choice. After all, their identities are too big, and even if they help, it would be useless.

"Forget it! The fate is different, no matter how hard you ask for it, you can't force it."

“………………”

Cracked, pushing open a somewhat dilapidated house, a deep well in the yard and a white plum tree. In the corner of the house, an old farm tool was placed there, and there was no one in the house.

He was the only one left in the family. When he walked into the room, the spirit sign was on the main hall, and there was a white silk hanging on it. His mother had been dead for two years, and he wanted to mourn his mother for three years.

For three years, Qingxue has been with him, and now Qingxue has left. He needs to continue to mourn alone in the remaining year. Qingxue is the daughter of a famous martial arts family in the Dayan Dynasty. Not long ago, her tribe members found her and took her back.

"Young man, I know what you feel with Qingxue, but now you are not suitable, and you are not able to protect her."

"Qingxue is the blood of our Murong family. If she marry someone who cannot practice martial arts, how can we view our Murong family in the martial arts road?"

"You'd better give up! Let Qingxue return to Murong's house, the path she will take in the future is different from yours."

Yesterday, for example, today, the difference in identity was heard. Even if the two of them were unwilling to do so, they could only compromise. After all, he was not a martial arts master. It was impossible for those people to be matched with the daughter of the martial arts family. Kneeling in front of the mourning hall, Zhang Kaifeng remained silent. In front of him, there was a yellowed bamboo slip written in small seal script.

"Demon Sword!"

The dark font caught my eyes, and Zhang Kaifeng suddenly felt a fierce aura coming to his face. He seemed to be in the blood sea of ​​corpse mountain. This was a nearly domineering sword art, and the cultivation method in it was almost the magic method.

This was what he saw after his mother passed away. The Zhang family was also a martial arts family a long time ago. The magic sword created by his ancestors was famous in the martial arts world, but the cultivation method was too harsh. No one in the turbulent martial arts world dared to say that it has lived forever. After several generations, the family declined, and the reason for this was that they were tired of the world.

Of course, this sword technique is not a martial art that evil people in the heretic martial arts world practice with strange people, but is in the process of cultivation, not a gradual method of the right path, but a method of improving oneself with a nearly self-abuse method.

After reading, Zhang Kaifeng couldn't help but gasp. The ending was unpredictable if he wanted to practice this almost magical sword technique, but he had no way out. For Qingxue, he had to go on even in the hardships.

The mother's advice is still in my ears. If one day you fall in love with someone, don't retreat because of the difference in your identity. It is not easy to meet someone you like, because who can be sure of the many people you like in this life?

Now that he thought about it, his mother must have expected that Zhang Kaifeng would definitely embark on the road of martial arts in the future, and the reason why this magic sword art was not destroyed was self-evident. Of course, the reason why his mother did not destroy this sword picture was that if he entered the world, he could have a skill and not be bullied. However, with such domineering martial arts as Magic sword art, his mother naturally did not want him to learn it, but unfortunately she left early.

After thinking through his mother's good intentions, Zhang Kaifeng's eyes couldn't help but shed tears. Nowadays, martial arts practice has become a trend, and everyone hopes to make a name in the martial arts world. Zhang Kaifeng naturally yearns for it, but his mother does not want him to go.

There have been several times when Zhang Kaifeng confronted his mother and asked her why she didn't let him practice martial arts. She made her mother cry several times. Now she thinks about how unfilial she is, but her mother's biggest wish must be to hope that he will live well, and not to hope that he will be silent in sorrow.

Holding the Demon Sword, Zhang Kaifeng knelt in front of the mourning hall and slowly began to study. During this period, except for burning incense or eating, Zhang Kaifeng was devoted to the Demon Sword, and the martial arts gates completely attracted him.
Chapter completed!