Before dawn, the mountains and mountains got up together and came to the yard to wash and clean. Dashan patted Xiaoshan's back, "Good boy, I don't sleep in, it's like practicing martial arts!"

"If my mother wants to take care of her younger sister, I have to do more family affairs and share more for her. At that time, I was still young, and my mother had to take care of two children alone and work. Fortunately, I had the help of the village uncle. Now that I am older, I should take care of this family! Usually, I go to find firewood every three or five days, but it is already autumn. Maybe one day it will snow heavily, and it will be difficult to find firewood again, so I have to go up the mountain today!"

"Not bad, I'll go with you, I can't eat it for nothing, right!"

Xiaoshan liked to stay with Dashan, and was so happy that he couldn't stop talking. He rushed into the house, pinched the remaining food last night into a few balls, grabbed a few vegetables and put them in a linen bag, and then picked up the hatchet to gesture to Dashan twice. The two walked out of the courtyard and gently pulled the gate to the courtyard.

The small road by the river was winding, but the two walked very fast. They had not seen the sun before they had arrived. The hill was familiar with the road and entered the dense forest, carefully selecting the trees they were cut. This was a pine forest, growing extremely lushly. The hill said that they would choose a different area every time so that it would not have much impact on the forest. The pine trees here were flammable and would not grow too high, just right for the hill. He reached out and patted a half-dead old pine tree, blew a breath into the palm of his hand, then waved the hatchet, and cut it down, leaving half a finger-shallow mark on the trunk. Dashan saw that he enjoyed it very much, so he just sat on the side and watched, took out the rice ball from the cloth bag and ate it with green leaves. This time, the eating style was very graceful, like a rich woman, who swallowed slowly. Xiaoshan didn't care and was still competing with Laosong.

Soon, Lao Song fell down, and Xiaoshan picked up the hatchet and broke it up, and passed it cleanly. Dashan saw that the hill had finished cutting, and then finished the remaining rice ball in one bite, wiped it randomly on his clothes with his hands, then walked to Xiaoshan and took the hatchet.

"Go to have a meal quickly, look at mine."

Xiaoshan pointed to a few old trees, the mountain walked to one, and patted it.

"Old brother, you are almost dead, so you can be considered doing good deeds. My family is worried about not having any firewood. In the next life, I will try to be reincarnated as a human being. I will use a hatchet to cut off a few more big trees and I will be angry!" After saying that, Dashan pushed it lightly and the trunk fell backwards. Xiaoshan was stunned and could no longer swallow the food he was talking about.

The mountain pulled the fallen old trees together, cut the branches into normal length, and tied them with a hemp rope, leaving two sections of shoulder width for carrying. This large bundle had a total of about two or three hundred kilograms, so the mountain tied another hemp rope.

"Uncle Dashan, you are so amazing. Can you teach me?"

"I'm just a little stronger, and the methods are actually the same. When you grow up, you will definitely be even better than me!" Dashan touched Xiaoshan's forehead, "But these trees will suffer even more in the future."

The two looked at each other and smiled, sat on the pine needles together, enjoying this moment of tranquility. The light and shadow flashed, and thousands of copper coins were sprinkled.

"Stay for half an hour."

Dashan touched his head, suddenly stood up, picked up the hatchet and walked in the direction he came.

"Wait for me here and come back soon!"

In a moment, the mountains dragged a large branch back,

"On the other side of the river, peach branches, I found them when I came. You may not pay attention to them, otherwise you could pick a few more peaches to eat."

Dashan cut down a straight section and gently stroked it with a hatchet, and the wood chips suddenly flew. He used the knife skillfully, and the knife was fast and accurate, and the force was just right. After a while, the branch of the branch had already formed and was a peach wood sword. Dashan carefully carved it, and the wooden sword seemed extremely delicate. He held the hilt tightly and drew a few in the air, and the wooden sword whistled.

"Do you want to engrave a few words on the sword?"

"While carving Li Xiaoshan is engraved, Li Dashan is engraved!" Xiaoshan shouted without any haste.

Dashan took back the wooden sword and engraved the letters gently. Although Xiaoshan knew how to write his name, he recognized the letters for a long time after seeing them.

"Give it to you!"

Dashan threw the sword to Xiaoshan. Xiaoshan couldn't put it down and kept exploring on the sword. It was obviously because he was very caring. Dashan saw that he was happy and was extremely happy in his heart.

"Hey, why can I make a wooden sword? It's really strange!" Dashan patted his head and murmured.

"The so-called people in the martial arts world like swords, and there are also young masters who study. If the sword is destroyed, it looks like a dead mother. Next time I open an iron shop, I will take the opportunity to break the sword, and then post the four words "Ancestral Sword Repair" at the door of the store, and put on some fancy sword ornaments to ensure the prosperity of business!" Dashan raised his voice and smiled knowingly.

"With a broken sword, you can give you a fairy-like spirit? Or can you be more handsome and elegant? Or can you tell others that I have a sword in my hand, which is the one you can't afford to offend? They are all fucking farts, and when they fight, they run faster than the other! Some people say that swords are the ancestors of weapons, and it seems that it is true. Many masters also use swords. But on the battlefield, the two armies are not fighting alone, and the effect of swords is really limited. But even so, those generals all wear swords, as if only swords can enter the great hall." Dashan said helplessly,

"In general, the sword is just a helping force, and the person who uses the sword is the key. I can kill people with a wooden sword." Dashan smiled awkwardly.

"What kind of murder, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah! Xiaoshan, I hope that you will marry a wife in the village in the future, respect your mother and love your sister. This is great. Although it is wonderful outside, it is definitely not as you imagined. I can't say where I came from, and I can't remember it, but I came here, I think it's very good. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Xiaoshan kept playing with the wooden sword, and only heard it in three or two minutes, looking at Dashan with a puzzled look on his face. Dashan smiled and stood up, stretched his waist.

"Let's go home."

"Go down the mountain!"

The mountains and mountains carried firewood on their own and rushed back.

"Xiaoshan, you cut down more next time, and this tree will be much lighter after it is dry! Xiaoshan, lift the hemp rope and wear out the little waist in a while! Xiaoshan, I'm hungry again, have you finished the dumpling just now?! Xiaoshan, your neighbor's sister-in-law is really beautiful, and she is even better than the lady in the city. She is such a beautiful mountain, good water and good woman! Xiaoshan..."

"Xiaoshan, throw the broken wooden sword at me, you can't hear me talking!!!" Dashan said angrily. Although his tone was very strong, his heart was full of warmth. Xiaoshan knew that he was intentional and smiled at him, and still held the wooden sword in his hand and kept playing with it. The two of them were carrying firewood, one of them spoke, and the other one played the sword, and no one affected each other, which was extremely harmonious.

When they walked to the place where they met, the two of them put down the firewood at the same time, and had a very tacit understanding. Then they took off their clothes and jumped into the river together. The river surface was more than ten feet wide, and Dashan always had to be one length ahead of Xiaoshan. But in two years, it was hard to say. At noon, Dashan pulled Xiaoshan up from the shore and patted his dark back. Seeing Xiaoshan's shoulder calluses, thinking of the child being so young, he was carrying the heavy responsibility of the family. Dashan felt a little sad. Seeing Dashan covered with scars, half of his face covered with masks seemed to reveal sadness. Xiaoshan gently stroked the scars with his hands, with tears in his eyes.

The two continued to walk back, and the situation on the road was as usual. From time to time, they had to enter the village, and suddenly a soft call came from the grass beside the road.

"Small hills, hills..."

Ershan stopped and looked into the grass. Half of his head slowly appeared in the grass. Xiaoshan looked carefully.

"Liu Lao, why are you here?"

The old lady shrank timidly and replied,

"What happened, something happened! The officers and soldiers came and stabbed the Seventh Boy's wife to death! The villagers picked up the guy and were about to fight with the officers and soldiers! Poor that young wife, who was pregnant for seven months, often wandered around the village with the Seventh Boy during the day. The Seventh Boy loves her so much! What a good couple! It's so pitiful, one corpse and two lives..." Old Mrs. Liu cried while crying, and finally she couldn't help but cry. She still suppressed her emotions and continued,

"The villagers asked me to come here to stop the people who returned to the village from the mountain. Don't go first. Most of the children and women in the village have gathered in the Mizi Forest, so there will be no danger for the time being."

Dashan was stunned, then put down the firewood and said,

"Xiaoshan, you are here with you, Liu Lao. I'll go and see. Don't follow me, don't hear me!" Xiaoshan didn't say anything, but she burst into tears. Dashan handed Xiaoshan to Old Lady Liu's hand, pulled out two of the firewood, and flew towards the village.

The mountains are still near, and loud shouts come from afar.

"You are the village chief, except you and that kid, everyone else has been killed. How about you, the young master, not seeking death!" A swordsman with a swordsman held a big knife in his hand and waved in front of the thin old man with his hands tied.

The old man cried in a daze,

"You damn god, fuck your ancestors. I will not let you go when I go to the underworld. I will strangle you to death with my own hands..." The old man's snot and tears flowed.

The soldier kicked the old man over to the ground and laughed.

"You are here to pinch me, haha!" The soldiers around them also laughed.

"Brothers, how can this old boy solve him?"

The soldiers rushed to agree,

"It's still too good to behead your head. It's too cheap. This old guy, so why not think of some powerful methods!"

Someone robbed the way,

"My brother can bet once. Use this little blade to see which one he can kill him. I think he can hold on to ten times. What do you think about it!"

"Hang a rope by the river and drown slowly, let him drink it like that big belly! Then break the belly! Haha!"

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The leader of the army listened to his opinion,

"I think the third brother's intention is good. Today, this incident has arisen because of this big-bellied woman. If this old man dies like a woman, it will be so satisfying!" The soldiers yelled together.

The old man was filled with water, his stomach was already bulging high, and it was impossible to pour it again. The soldiers tied two ropes on the old man's body, one after the stone, and the other for dragging after death. The soldiers burst into laughter and pushed the old man to the bridge. The two picked up the old man and the stone horizontally, preparing to put them into the river at the same time.

Just at this moment, two firewood suddenly flew to the foreheads of the two soldiers. The two were injured, their bodies shook, and then fell backwards. After losing both hands, the old man turned to the bridge. All the soldiers were shocked and looked up at the green water. They saw a blue shirt, a silver-black mask on their head, and a left eye was full of anger. They held an old hatchet in their hand and rushed towards this side fiercely. Before a soldier could react, his neck had been cut by the hatchet, and he stroked his hands.

Blood gushed out of his fingertips, and his mouth was also gushing blood. He couldn't save him again. The man in the blue shirt was light and ruthless. After a few turns, all five soldiers in the head formation were cut off their throats and died on the spot. After killing people, the blue shirt floated several feet away and stood opposite the other soldiers. This person was Li Dashan, who stayed in the village of Lushui the day before. He saw his blue hair hanging down about a foot, covering most of his cheeks, and his chest was undulating as usual. He seemed to have been accustomed to killing people.

"Why do you kill innocent people... Why do you kill innocent people... Why do you kill innocent people!" The roar was heartbreaking, alarming countless birds. The soldiers' faces changed drastically, and they were frightened. Looking at their dead companions, they were frightened. Both sides were stunned on the spot, and no one moved for a while.

Li Dashan looked at the many dead bodies lying by the river, with only anger in his eyes. Except for the five soldiers whose throats were cut, the rest should be green water villagers, including men and women, hoes and hatches all over the floor, and sticks and brooms that the woman threw in her hands and brooms after she died. Some were penetrated by arrows, some were cut off from their hands and feet, and they were thrown far away. Finally, they were stabbed into their lower abdomen with a knife, and some were penetrated by a spear bucket. The body was hung high like this. Some were only half of their heads left, revealing their blood-red brain marrow, and their lonely body could not find his head...

There was another living person in his body, "Brother Qi". His hands and feet were tied together, and he lay on the ground with blood stains on his clothes, his eyes were covered with blood, and he stared at a fuzzy thing in front of him. It was an unborn child who was picked out from his womb and put in front of "Brother Qi". Now, it was just a piece of flesh and blood of three or four kilograms. "Brother Qi" not far away was broken, and his abdomen had already sunk. Most of the blood was frozen, and only a little slowly flowed into the green water, but it was enough to dye the green water scarlet.

"Shoot the arrows, shoot the arrows!" The leader suddenly yelled.

Several soldiers reacted and reached out to pull out feather arrows from the quiver. Li Dashan suddenly rose up and rushed to the soldiers in an instant, cutting off their necks in one breath. The other man just picked up the feather arrow, but the mountain broke it from it. He pushed it hard, and the feather arrow penetrated his chest. One man had already pulled the bow strings, but the arrow was caught by the mountain and could not be shot out. Dashan bumped with the situation, and the man flew backwards and was penetrated by his companion behind him.

More than 20 soldiers suddenly became in chaos, and no one stepped forward to resist and retreated indirectly. Li Dashan's eyes were red and his hatchet was swung. Wherever he went, he died of dead bodies with his throat cut. What's ridiculous is that these people who bully good can only act as a blessing in front of the people, and they have no power to fight back when they meet strong enemies. It seems that it has a lot to do with the power behind him, and it is just a fox and tiger power. The leader of the armored soldiers found that the situation was wrong and rushed to the bridge. He jumped onto the war horse and was about to run, but something behind him broke through the air and was instantly embedded in the back of his head. It was the hatchet. The war horse neighed and took the way, and the armored soldiers were corpsed across the road, without seeing the light of the sky. The remaining soldiers resisted for a moment, and were also snatched by the sharp blades of the mountains and wiped their necks. They died so hard that they could not die again.

Li Dashan was bloody from head to toe, and several blood marks on his mask were frightening. Blood slowly dripped down his long hair, and the ground under his feet was red. Li Dashan held a long knife in his hand and trembled slightly. He walked behind the village chief, cut off the rope with a knife. The village chief came to his senses and vomited constantly. The village chief looked at the corpses all over the ground and cried bitterly. "Brother Seven" was very calm. He held his wife into his arms, and a smile was squeezed out on his face.

"I will come to accompany you soon, wait for me, wait for me..."

I saw "Brother Seven" stand up, pull out a long knife from the soldiers beside him, and walk silently outside the village. At a glance, I knew that I was going to avenge my wife and children. Li Dashan pulled him back,

"These minions dare to be so arrogant, and the power behind them should not be underestimated! You go here to die. After dealing with this place, I will accompany you. Anyway, I have killed so many, so I don't care about so many more. Also, without me, you can't kill them!"

"Brother Seven" looked back at Li Dashan and smiled bitterly, laughing even worse than crying. He is a smart person. How can he avenge a great revenge with his own strength? If you can't avenge, then death will not make any sense.

Not far away, a child stood there with tears on his face. The mountain slowly walked to the child and held him in his arms. The child was unexpectedly strong,

"Is mom here?"

"No, it should be in the honey forest."

"Who are those?"

"The dogs who act like a domineering dog are just considered to have killed several dogs."

The two of them were speechless.

The mountain waved to the distance, and Old Mrs. Liu jogged over, tears gushed out, and the whimpering sound from her mouth made the listener heartache, and the listener burst into tears.

"Stop crying, Xiaoshan is left to you." Old Mrs. Liu took Xiaoshan's hand, Xiaoshan clenched his hand, and looked at the soldiers in the pool of blood with fierce eyes.

"The village chief, transfer all the remaining people in the village. I'm afraid I won't stay here anymore. By the way, is the Mizilin you mentioned safe enough?"

"Often people can't find it there. A few years ago, officers and soldiers came to snatch livestock. In order to prevent accidents, I asked someone to arrange food and quilts to put them there. Unexpectedly, it was really used." After the village chief said that, he cried again. Dashan patted his shoulder.

"At least there are still people alive. Village chief, you have thought it through carefully! You should take Old Lady Liu and Xiaoshan first. Whether you can survive in the future depends entirely on yourself."

"Why don't you hide with us?" The village chief looked at Dashan seriously, and Xiaoshan also raised his head and looked at him.

"You must live well, I..." Dashan said, his fingertips towards "Brother Seven", and then said,

"That guy definitely won't go, so let him go with me. I won't let him die easily. To be honest, these seven sons are not simple, they are really not simple..."
To be continued...