The hut was very simple, with a clean bed, a tea table, and there were not many things left. Such a simple hut was only held on to this point because of its identity. Zhang Kaifeng's eyes were sour. He was a barbarian and wanted to go back to his hometown at all times, but he could not go back.

"For so many years, I've been lucky enough to be with me." Zhang Kaifeng said with his fists.

"I have been used to what the young master said, "The old man has long been used to it." The old man waved his hand and it was fine.

"The senior has rare martial arts skills, and I don't know the name of the senior." Yu Xin asked.

"I have forgotten my name for a long time. The old man only remembers his surname Mo, but he is just an ordinary sword slave in the Demon Sword Dao. He can't be called a wife senior." The old man stood up and said respectfully.

It was the word "Madam" again, and the red glow on Yuxin's face had not yet faded, and it became stained again, saying, "You are polite, I wonder if Mr. Mo can tell me what happened to the Demon Sword Dao back then."

"Hmph, remember that back then, my Demon Sword Dao fought with the Great Yan. Facing the iron cavalry of the barbarians several times, the ancestors of the Demon Sword Dao discussed with the heads of various sects and sent several people to kill a large army of barbarians." Old Mo said slowly: "At that time, I was still young, but I was still allowed to go to the battlefield to hone my sword. But what we never thought was that this trip was actually a trap. We were immediately surrounded by the barbarian iron hooves and fell into a hard battle."

"The ancestors of the Demon Sword Dao fought bravely to kill the enemy, helping several masters of the righteous and demons escape, and let them go to help rescue soldiers." The old man's murderous aura suddenly rose and said with gritted teeth: "But! Those people went to rescue soldiers, but they used tricks to make the barbarian iron hooves surrounded by the Dayan army, but they threw out the Demon Sword Dao to be a sinner who colluded with the barbarians."

"What's the result?" Yu Xin asked.

"You can naturally imagine the result. When the two countries are fighting, too many relatives die. Coupled with the instigation of those who are interested, the ancestors of the Demon Sword Dao were naturally convicted of treason and were surrounded and killed by the barbarians and the Great Yan."

"But they underestimated the strength of the ancestors. They broke through the siege, but were seriously injured. They all died one after another soon. It was because I was incompetent and I have not been able to avenge my ancestors yet."

"What a vicious plan, this must be to destroy the demon sword path." Yu Xin's face turned pale.

"Who is the mastermind behind this game?" Zhang Kaifeng asked in a deep voice after hearing Ruojiu: "I wonder what Mr. Mo has gained from investigating Ruojiu."

"The mastermind behind the scenes is hidden very deeply. I am ashamed that if I take time for a long time, I can only find a little bit of it." The old man shook his head and said.

"We are not anxious about this matter, we have to make a long-term plan." Zhang Kaifeng said steadily: "Now, it's time for us to return to the Central Plains."

"Yes!" the old man nodded and said, "The old slave will take the young master to worship the ancestors of the Demon Sword Path."

"Okay!" Zhang Kaifeng nodded and went to the cemetery with the sacrifice.

The cemetery is not very far from the hut, and soon we arrived at the cemetery. It was a desolate cemetery, with seven tombs erected. The tomb is nameless and only swords are named after the sword. After death, only swords are accompanied by swords. Looking at home from afar, I could not go back even if I die.

Only Zhang Kaifeng was alone by the grave. Both Mo Lao and Yuxin retreated. The sun shone, and the white man remained silent. A cup of sake belonging to his hometown was sprinkled in front of the grave. Seven lonely graves drank wine that could not taste for decades, silently.

Muran, the cold light rose, and the sound of the sword moved the heaven and earth. One man drew his sword and slashed, the sword and the sword were silenced. The heaven and earth seemed to have fallen for this sword dance, and the sad rain fell. The people in the rain did not see tears, because the tears had long been silent and had already merged into the heaven and earth. After a full stick of incense, the sound of the sword stopped, but one man was kneeling in front of seven graves, and was still silent, allowing the heavy rain to fall on his body.

"roar!"

Suddenly, the kneeling man roared to the sky, his face full of ferociousness, his eyes full of endless hatred. His true energy exploded, and his extremely fierce true energy rushed forward, scattering the heavy rain, and then fell down again.

It was not until the heavy rain stopped that Zhang Kaifeng got up, returned to the hut, and said seriously: "Please give me advice and help me complete my swordsmanship as soon as possible."

"My method is, can you bear it, Young Master?" Mr. Mo asked worriedly.

"I can, please don't keep your back." Zhang Kaifeng said.

"Okay!" Mr. Mo agreed.

On the other hand, on one side of the hut, a garden sword formation about 100 meters was placed. The sword energy in the sword formation was surging, and the passage was terrifyingly sharp, and the void was torn apart by these sword energy. Zhang Kaifeng in the sword formation splashed his sword intent and kept flashing. The sword moves continued to change with the sword energy of the sword formation, the heavy sword broke through a thousand pounds, and the fast sword was like a wind breaking through bamboo.

Two different sword techniques kept changing in his hands. Although they were covered in scars, the hands holding the sword never trembled. Even if the sword in the sword formation was fierce and sharp, the hands that waved the sword were still the same.

Every day, from morning to night, he walked out of the sword formation with scars all over his body, and he was almost exhausted. However, Zhang Kaifeng did not rest there, but instead adjusted his breathing inner essence. Then he recalled the day of the sword practice, where was there any imperfection or rigor in the rigorous practice, and then continued to deduce.

Although Yuxin felt distressed, she also knew what he was thinking. She only applied medicine every day when he came out, and occasionally returned to Guanyin Temple to help save people and treat diseases.

As time passed, Zhang Kaifeng practiced in the cruel sword formation every day. Mr. Mo also continuously increased his sword intent and sword energy to hone him according to his progress.

Zhang Kaifeng, who was working hard to practice among the barbarians, knew nothing happened to the outside world.

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At the border between the barbarians and the Dayan national border, the small fortress, a small town baptized by war has now been restored. His Majesty himself named Lieshan Town, and the village has been greatly renovated. Although the sadness has faded, some of it can still be seen on people's faces.

Luo He was still alive, but lost an arm and still served as the general here. Xiaolin, Han Zhan, Zheng Ming and Wang Jing all survived, but they were seriously injured. Fortunately, they were not missing a broken arm and a broken leg, but their brothers were all dead. Zhang Kaifeng was unaware of life and death, which made them extremely sad.

The private school built by the villagers themselves was still there. Lang Lang's reading sounded on time every day, and then there was a noise. The children's learning was not delayed, and a new teacher was appointed as the teacher.

And just today, a woman in white clothes arrived. She came to this small town that had just walked out of her sadness. She was no one else, but Murong Qingxue. She secretly left the Murong family a few days ago, and the followers of the Murong family were soon dumped by her.

She didn't know why she came here. Originally, she just wanted to look around and be a hero, but along the way, she repeatedly heard the name Zhang Kaifeng, which made her want to come here to see.

Although the villagers in the town were amazed when they saw her, they did not come forward to say hello and let her stroll on the street. There were many people coming here these days, and they had long been used to it.

Murong Qingxue knew that the people here were ravaged by the barbarian iron hooves, so she didn't want to shed their wounds, so she said hello rashly, but wandered around alone. She came to a thatched cottage without realizing it, and unconsciously pushed open the fence and walked in.

The thatched cottage is very clean, with a small pond with a teapot on the stone table. A white plum blossom and a chair lying calmly below. The breeze blows, and the chair moves with the wind.

In the pond, a white lotus was swaying, and the water droplets on the lotus leaves dripped, and the fish below dispersed. A few casual manuscripts were placed on the stones, and the wind blew. Her fingers unknowingly passed by everything here, as if there was a sense of intimacy, which made her fascinated.

"Big sister, who are you?" Suddenly a tender voice rang.

Murong Qingxue was stunned and woke up after hearing this sound. She turned around and saw a little girl in red clothes holding a book and looking at her curiously.

"I--." Murong Qingxue was stunned and didn't know how to explain for a moment. After all, she had not received permission from her master yet, so she was already rude.

"This is the former residence of the gentleman, please leave with the eldest sister." Niu Niu said.

"Sorry, I'll leave right away." Murong Qingxue pushed the door and left.

"Is the eldest sister a friend of the gentleman?" Niu Niu asked suddenly.

The sudden question was caught off guard. It should have been denied, but he said for some reason: "Yes, may I ask, is your gentleman here? I want to see him."

"Sir----." Niu Niu's eyes turned red, her tone even choked, but she suppressed this emotion and said, "Sir is out. Since the eldest sister is a husband's old friend, please give in. I just hope that the eldest sister will not act casually with the husband's things, just look at it."

"I understand, thank you." Murong Qingxue returned. She could guess the situation of the person from the little girl's expression, but she didn't say it: "Don't worry, I'll just look at it, I'll guarantee that I won't go through your husband's things."

"Yes!" Niu Niu nodded and left with her Shu in her arms.

The sudden person is familiar and unfamiliar. The simple room is neat and orderly, symbolizing that the owner of the cottage is very ordinary. But why does a familiar feeling emerge from the depths of memory? He clearly does not know the owner of the room, but after flipping it around, he draws out the book that comes to mind.

She was the only one left here. She sat at the desk unconsciously and opened a book with sharp fonts but not attractive. One handwriting and one action seemed to be in line with the past.

For some reason, this room gave her a good feeling. Without her, she was everywhere, and it felt very difficult to say. It seemed that she was familiar with all of this.

A volume was drawn from the rainbow beside the desk and slowly opened it. This was a painting scroll, which depicts a woman. The owner of the thatched cottage painted with a black brush.

The woman in the painting is like a divine lotus blooming, with a black waist that is as soft as a willow, and her eyes are a little cold. Her belt is fluttering, and her white clothes are better than snow. Her mouth shows a smile and anger.

"This person is so familiar, it's me." Murong Qingxue was surprised. It was incredible why a person she had never met had a portrait of her. In her memory, why there was no such memory? Someone had painted her. The following sentences touched her heart.

"If you don't have the chance, why do you have a smile on me and only meet you?"

"If you have the fate, after the lanterns are full of knots, the three-foot snow will be white overnight. It is speechless at this point, but there is only ashes and no rekindled."

With just a few words, like a dull knife pierced into her heart. The tears in her eyes were not clear about why they were flowing down, and she could not stop them. The deep-buried memories surged, but the dusty memories were like the strongest seal. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember anything.

"Who are you?" Murong Qingxue kept repeating this sentence.

"A Xue." Muran, a voice broke her chaotic thoughts from outside the door.

"Brother Changtian." Murong Qingxue looked up and saw the man standing outside the door.

"If you throw away your entourage, I know you will come here." Murong Changtian walked in, reached out to wipe the tears from her face, sighed, and said, "Axue, it's time for us to go back."

"Brother Changtian, do you know the owner of this thatched cottage?" Murong Qingxue asked.

"Know." Murong Changtian did not hide it.

"Do I know him?" Murong Qingxue said in pain with tears on her face: "Why have I felt very familiar with the owner of this thatched cottage since I came here? My heart hurts so much."

"How could you know the master of the thatched cottage?" Murong Changtian shook his head and said, "However, the owner of this thatched cottage has now died in the grassland."

"Diet in battle?" Murong Qingxue's pale face turned pale a little, but she still asked unwillingly: "You said that the owner of the cottage doesn't know me, why does there be a portrait of me?"

"Don't you know that you are the daughter of the genius of the Murong family now?" Murong Changtian laughed in silence and said, "Who is the martial arts talent who doesn't admire you today? Maybe the owner of this thatched cottage has the chance to see you and draw it."

"Really?" Murong Qingxue was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Of course, when did I have lied to you?" Murong Changtian explained: "The martial arts conference in the southwest is about to begin, let's go! The elders are all very anxious."

"I understand." Murong Qingxue suppressed her inner doubts and heart-wrenching pain, and followed Murong Changtian to leave the cottage.

Looking back at the cottage, a complex look flashed in Murong Changtian's eyes.

When the people who used to appear again, they died in battle again. When will the old friend return? I regret not fighting with him. If he grows up, he will definitely be a peerless swordsman. Unfortunately, he can't stop the surging waves of the martial arts world.

The cruel martial arts world is like a dangerous river, which blocked many martial arts heroes' path to the top. Only by constantly going upstream can they reach the top. Unfortunately, at the peak of this martial arts, hundreds of boats compete for the current, and if they don't advance, they will retreat. How many people end up with hatred? It's unknown.

Looking at the woman beside her, Murong Changtian regretted not stopping Axue, making Axue sad. If he had been a little cruel at the beginning, it would have been better. Now Axue's practice of Xiaoxiang is getting better. If she practiced this mental method to the end, she might have completely forgotten that person. Even if she remembered it one day, she would never feel anything again.

Withdrew his gaze, Murong Changtian took Murong Qingxue away from the town and went to the martial arts conference. Where is the place where their younger generation competes.

(End of this chapter)
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