In ordinary families, the Little New Year is a day to improve food and welcome the beginning of the New Year. However, the copycats are different. Except for a few patrol personnel outside, the rest must return.

More than 200 people are older and today they gather together in the forbidden area of ​​the mountain village during the day. A small wooden house is not large in size, standing quietly in the snow, surrounded by several dry trees.

The overall age of more than 200 copycat personnel was aged, all of whom were solemn and they were automatically arranged in neat lines. They stood outside the wooden house, and they all bowed their heads without saying a word.

Each time one can enter the cabin, there is no slight disrespect. Mr. Pang and Jin Sanduo stood at the door, looking at each member entering the cabin with no slightest smile.

Even the little Bu Shi and Xiaowu were not spared, and they still went through strict inspection. The child was in a state of vagueness and was pulled out of the bed in the early morning. At this time, he was full of resentment. But he did not dare to have an attack.

Xing Zhen was strictly required to enter this ranks and was the last one to enter the cabin. Mr. Pang and Jin Sanduo followed around.

Xiao Nian'er has special significance to Xing Zhen. She didn't want to participate in this event. She had no choice but to resist the counterfeit force.

The first thing that caught my eye was Old Man Yang. Today I changed into a neat and clean black dress. I was gone from the rags of the past, and my face was extremely clean. It can be seen that Old Man Yang carefully picked up something today.

Not only that, the hunched body in the past is slightly upright today. The old man's face is a little flushed, obviously because he has been overstretched by his waist. Even the tobacco pipe pot that never leaves him is missing today.

Seeing Xing Zhen enter, Old Man Yang bent over and made a gesture of inviting him.

The traveler was very worried. Today, this old guy changed his temper. He didn't knock on his head with a tobacco pipe, but was polite. He was really a little uncomfortable.

Following Old Man Yang's gesture, Xing Zhen looked ahead. Suddenly his brain buzzed, as if he was hit hard by a hammer more than ten times larger than a tobacco pipe pot.

The strong and dull boy's eyes were instantly turbid, and two lines of heat flowed involuntarily in the eyes.

Looking at it, there was no spiritual sign in the so-called mourning hall. The incense burner on the table in front was burning with the sandalwood that had just entered the worship.

Sandalwood can tell at first glance that it is not an ordinary product, and this copycat will probably cost a lot.

Looking forward, a dark heavy sword was placed across the table, and the sword frame was more than one foot away from the table. It was lying quietly, as if it had not moved for a long time. Although the heavy sword was extremely quiet, there was no dust at all.

Behind the heavy sword is a wall, and a portrait is hung on it. What shocked Xing Zhen was the heavy sword and the portrait.

How many times the heavy sword looks like the heavy sword in the story of Old Man Guan. As for the portrait, Xing Zhen is so familiar with the people who have wanted to meet in their dreams many times, but they have never achieved their wish.

A woman dressed in white, and was not stained with dust, and rode on a tall horse. The woman was very tall, and she was much more prominent than her daughter's house who rode a horse in an ordinary family, and had a cool and heroic posture.

The white clothes danced with the wind, as if they were real, and you could see the subtle wrinkles of the swaying sleeves.

The woman held the reins of the horse with both hands, and the white horse raised her head in front of her. The tall woman looked ahead with a look of no other than me.

As for the appearance of a tall woman, Xing Zhen was deeply imprinted in his mind. It is impossible to say that she was obsessed with her. She was not someone else, but her mother who passed away at the age of five.

The mother in the portrait is not sick, with a rosy and vibrant face. A sharp gaze burst out from her eyes, which has nothing to do with her sickness.

The portrait is not only the mother in my impression, but also the master in the story of Old Man Guan. The woman in white dressed in a horse and heavy sword.

Xing Zhen is not interested in anything else now, and kneels on the ground with a thud. He rotates his knees forward and backward, and slowly walks to a distance of more than ten feet ahead.

Mr. Pang quickly walked into Xing Zhen and handed him three sandalwood and a fire note.

The latter signaled that he took the sandalwood and approached the incense burner and lit it. The smoke of sandalwood rose, and his mother's every move continued to appear in her mind.

The tall woman stroked the young Xing's head: "Child, you are not stupid, you are smarter than anyone else. Remember that your surname is Xing, and you are a man with a strong name."

The tall woman did the dirty work of a man, a pile of soil, a bunch of weeds and a bucket of water. The mixed soil was mixed with hay, and the earthen walls of the thatched hut were accumulated bit by bit.

The tall woman pointed at the tattered gourd and repeatedly reminded: "Xing Zhen, you must remember it, and the gourd must not be lost."

After the worship, Xing Zhen stood up and faced Old Man Yang for the first time. After bowing his hands and holding his fists, he said in a questionable tone: "Please tell me the truth by Mr. Yang."

Seeing that Old Man Yang was silent, Xing Zhen continued to ask: "Please tell me the truth by Mr. Pang."

"Please tell me the truth by Mr. Jin."

The three old men looked at me, and I looked at you, and nodded to each other. Old man Yang slowly walked into the table where the heavy sword was placed and picked up the heavy sword with both hands.

Then he walked to Xing Zhen's body heavily and bowed deeply for the first time. His body kept bent ninety degrees and said solemnly.

"If you don't want to disappoint your mother, please accept this sword."

Xing Zhenran, the answer is clear. The tall woman in the portrait is Xing Zhen’s mother.

The heavy sword is also Xing Zhen’s wife’s sword, but it didn’t know when it fell into the hands of the village. Fortunately, the whole village respects his mother very much and does not do anything disrespectful.

Xing Zhen raised his hand and gently stroked the heavy sword, as if he was stroking his close relatives and beloved. The thatched hut and the little gourd were the only relics left by his mother to Xing Zhen. Now there is another black heavy sword.

Xing Zhen continued to ask: "Please tell me the truth."

The latter also has its own insistence: "If you don't want to disappoint your mother, please accept the heavy sword."

The two of them could not answer more than ten times, but Xing Zhen finally compromised and said, "If I accept the heavy sword, will you tell me the truth?"

Old Man Yang still did not get up and continued to insist: "When you meet your mother's requirements, you will naturally tell the truth."

Xing Zhen thought for a long time and asked a question far away.

"Does Mr. Su and Uncle Shang also know the secret?"

Old Man Yang said bluntly: "No, otherwise there would be so many children and orphans in Qingyang Town, why would you only adopt you and take care of you?"

Xing Zhen decided to break the casserole and asked the question: "Mr. Su adopts the general, and Mr. Shang adopts Ji Leng. Is it the same as me that there is a secret?"

Old Man Yang said: "Yes, their respective life experiences are the same as yours, and they have secrets."

"Can you tell me the secrets of General and Ji Leng?"

"The same thing, when your mother's requirements are met, you will naturally tell you everything. If it doesn't work now, the vows will not allow, the conditions will not allow, and you will not allow it yourself."

“What are the requirements?”

"The current requirement is to become stronger and stronger. Being able to survive in a harsh environment, knowing that living is the most important thing, and being able to deal with all the enemies around you."

"Who is the enemy?"

"I can't say it now, please don't ask again. Please accept the heavy sword."

"I will definitely take my mother's sword, even if you stop me, I won't be able to stop her. Even if I have a bloody head and blood, no one can steal my mother's relics from my hands."

Old man Yang laughed: "Okay, very good, I hope you Xing Zhen can do it."

Then a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the old saying reiterated: "I don't want to disappoint you to rob a kiss, please accept the heavy sword."

I can't ask the reason at this point, but fortunately I took back my mother's belongings first.

Xing Zhen bowed deeply to the other three people in the ancestral hall, Old Man Yang, Old Man Pang and Jin Sanduo.

"Thank you for taking care of your mother's relics forever. I am so grateful for the Xing."

Then he held up the black heavy sword with both hands, and placed his hands on the outside of Old Man Pang's hands. He used a little force, and the heavy sword remained motionless.

Old man Yang smiled strangely and said, "Check the heavy sword."

Then he suddenly pulled out his hands and caught Xing Zhen suddenly bent down. Fortunately, one foot away from the ground, Old Man Yang held the heavy sword with one hand.

Xing Zhen was ashamed and asked in confusion: "It's at least more than 100 kilograms. It was my mother's sword before? I'm a little doubtful, how did my mother pick it up."

Old man Yang held up the heavy sword and stood up, his back was still slightly bent.

He said seriously: "It is indeed your mother's heavy sword. She can pick up the heavy sword that day and charge into battle. She will take the heads of the enemy generals from thousands of troops, and you will do these things in the future."

Xing Zhen nodded seriously: "I will do it, my mother's last wish will be firm. No matter how difficult it is, no matter how powerful the enemy is, Xing is really not afraid of it."

Old Man Yang didn't take this and reminded him: "I'll take it firmly. The sword is yours, so you have to take it yourself."

Xing Zhen squatted slightly with his legs apart, and his arms were pressed against his clothes. He took a deep breath and gradually adjusted the frequency of his breathing.

He said seriously: "Please, Mr. Yang."

The old man pulled out his dry palm, Xing Zhen did not move at all, but his arms were trembling slightly.

Old Man Yang said solemnly: "Your mother's first last wish is to keep the sword away, eat, sleep, practice boxing, and fight to the death. She must carry a heavy sword at all times."

Xing Zhen did not hesitate at all: "It must be done."

Then I asked: "I wonder how I wear this heavy sword, whether it is praising me or behind me."

Old Man Yang gave an idiot look: "Of course I am betrayed by you. Can you praise your slim waist?"

Then waved his hand: "Don't watch the fun, come and help Xing Zhen carry a heavy sword."

The three of them worked together, without scabbards, wrapped in heavy swords in circles. They took off Xing Zhen's top and carried the wrapped heavy sword behind Xing Zhen.

The heavy sword is too long, so the hilt of the sword is completely higher than Xing Zhen's head.

Looking at Xing Zhen bent down to salute and thank him, his actions were quite funny. If it weren't for the solemn ancestral hall, I'm afraid the three old guys would be able to laugh and scream.

Xing Zhen asked, "You can't tell your mother the secret. You should be able to tell the origin of some heavy swords, right?"

The old man nodded: "This is OK."

After sorting out his thoughts, he said: "This sword was originally named Zhenyu, weighing 108 kilograms. He is famous in the Kuanglong Continent. When you have the opportunity to walk the Kuanglong Continent, you will naturally know."

"Masao is a dull sword, without a sharp blade. In fact, heavy swords are not famous because of the sword itself, but because of the person who uses the sword."

"There is nothing special except heavy. In the hands of several martial arts masters, they cannot make the Zhenyu kill the enemy like a flying sword."

"The only person who does it is your mother. No one knows how it can be done, and you need to explore it yourself."

"Masayu's reputation is too great to avoid unnecessary trouble. Whether Xing Zhen travels around the world or the world with his sword, he cannot reveal Marayu's real name before he has not enough strength."

"We have already thought about it, and it is called punishment for the time being. Take the homonym of killing and shooting, and take the surname Zhen of Xing. The surname is the last and the first, and it is called punishment."

Xing Zhen had no objection to the newly acquired sword name, but instead had a lot of doubts about Mayu and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't Mayu as light as a feather? How can this heavy sword be lighter?"

Three rolled their eyes and flew over at the same time.
Chapter completed!