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"You are an orphan. I don't know who your parents are." The gray-robed monk helplessly told him.

Even though Yuan Zhou's heart was about to shatter, he didn't expect this kind of result. His nose twitched and he began to cry while squatting on the ground. He cried until his face was full of tears, feeling very sad. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared. Humans are sad and happy, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy taste in this, greediness and insolence who can detoxify.

The gray-robed monk's face was cold and his heart was warm, but he knew that at this moment, it was best to not disturb him and let him have a peaceful few days of peace. Life is hard to have a few wishful, long is not as short pain.

"Why did you lie to him?" Suddenly, Scholar Xiao appeared from the side.

The gray-robed monk recited the Buddhist chant loudly and sighed: "Amitabha! The outsider was a merciful and compassionate person. This child was born with misfortune, but was still able to live through it. In this White Horse Temple, he could still do nothing. If they descended the mountain, it would be hard to predict their fortune. This world has never truly been at peace. You should know that I have put in a lot of effort! "

Scholar Xiao's eyes moved as he said with a smile, "I see that he's crying very sorrowfully!" With a sudden change in tone, he continued, "I feel that this child and I are fated to meet. This time, I'll stay for a bit longer."

The bamboo forest at the back of the mountain was lush and verdant. The fragrance of the osmanthus flowers was still lingering in the air. A pitiful child hid in the bamboo forest and cried. Other people's children would be loved by their parents and elders. Why didn't I have one? Why am I an orphan? Why is the heavens so unfair? Where are you, Father and Mother?

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in the forest. It was exceptionally dazzling in the deep and cool light. When Siyuan looked over, a sharp treasured sword fell from the sky. A crisp sound rang out as it deeply embedded itself into the granite. The residual force was endless, and the longsword was still trembling slightly within the stone. The solid rock actually caused several cracks to appear on its surface. Such terrifying swordsmanship and strength was truly amazing. A dazzling light was condensed on the blade of the sword, glittering with a cold light. It caused the child's eyes to light up, unable to bear looking at the light. This was the charm of the sword, a cry that came from the depths of one's heart. The blood of men surged in one's chest. Siyuan seemed to feel the joy in his heart as an inexplicable power seemed to awaken in the depths of his heart. A cold gleam shone from a single sword strike, bringing joy and enmity to the nine prefectures. How carefree and joyful was this domination of the martial arts world?

Siyuan forgot to cry and struggled out of the silence. He tried to draw his sword and felt the unparalleled charm of the sword. His heart could not help but become infatuated with it. However, this sword seemed rooted to the ground and didn't move at all. He didn't believe this at all. He used every ounce of strength he had, but in the end he still didn't move at all.

"The sword is not pulled out like this!" A middle-aged man's voice came from behind Siyuan. It was the blue-robed monk that had been friends with the gray-robed monk for many years. Siyuan had seen him before, so he naturally had an impression of him. Especially that eagle-like gaze, it was unforgettable. He smiled at Siyuan as if he was watching a joke.

Siyuan saw the mockery in his eyes and retorted, "Then can you?"

Scholar Xiao walked over and unblinkingly pulled out his sword with a clang. The sound of the sword clashing was extremely terrifying. He smiled and said, "This treasured sword is mine. Do you think I can?"

This move was so light that it didn't require any effort at all to blow away Little Sha Mi. Siyuan was still shocked by the miraculous effect and was extremely shocked in his heart. Just how much strength did this man have? His longsword moved as easily as his arm. If only it were me. I want to be like him. He stretched out his hand and touched the sword longingly, feeling the charm of this godly sword.

Scholar Xiao handed the sword over and whispered, "Grab it!"

Siyuan was given a fright as he retracted his hand. After hearing his words, he thought for a moment before taking the sword with a trembling hand. Scholar Xiao felt his hand sink as the treasured sword was stabbed into the ground. He was still not convinced and tightly grasped it, not wanting to let it go.

"Do you like it?" Scholar Xiao asked. Siyuan did not say anything, but nodded vigorously. His eyes blazed with longing. This is the sword, if only it were mine.

"Give it to me!" Seeing the joy in his eyes, Scholar Xiao stretched out his hand to speak.

Siyuan was still holding onto his treasured sword, dodging it in his arms as he hurriedly said, "No!"

"This child!" Scholar Xiao laughed and teased him, "This sword is mine!"

"Nope!"

"I'll buy you some candy. Give it to me!" Uncle, I don't eat sugar. " With a helpless expression, Scholar Xiao licked his lips and did not say anything.

"Does it have a name?"

"Yes, it's called the treasured sword of the Dragon Spring. The cry of the night on the Dragon Spring Wall was its sword intent. This treasured sword also had life, and it also had a soul. You like it, it's your destiny. Then use your life to protect it, and it will protect you with all its heart. Sooner or later, you will become its true owner. " Monk Xiao's gaze was distant, as if he were narrating a distant past. Several generations of famous swords were battling fiercely on the cliff. The sword aura of the Dragon Spring Sword was surging with vigor, just like his master's endless killing intent.

At this time, the mountain breeze blew and refreshed people's minds. The sound of the bamboo forest beside their ears also refreshed them. It was as if he could see his future in this child. What he saw was a peerless famous sword of his generation, the future of a sect. My Dao is not alone, but the Solitary Sword Intent will eventually be inherited from him. However, this child's path is still very long and far away, so how long can I accompany him?

"Have you cried?" Scholar Xiao asked.

Siyuan's nose twitched, but he did not speak.

"Can you tell me why?" Monk Xiao asked in a soft voice.

Siyuan pouted and said, "I don't want to talk."

The middle-aged man let out a helpless smile and sighed. "Follow me down the mountain. Perhaps you can find the answer in your heart."

"Really?" Siyuan was getting a little interested.

"Let's go, your master is almost here."

That afternoon, the entire White Horse Temple was in chaos. Under the roof of the Green Platform, there were many figures of monks anxiously searching for the figure of little Shamsi Yuan, like ants on a hot pan. But in the end there was nothing. The gray-robed monk was so angry that his beard was trembling, and he involuntarily chanted: "Amitabha! A family member should not be angry or greedy. Kids don't understand, they must have snuck out to play. Could it be that that damnable Fellow Xiao took him away!? This despicable fellow, he was careless in making friends! "

Three days later, he indeed received a letter from his old friend. Siyuan had really been brought down the mountain by him. How could he find the two of them in the vast martial world like Yan Guhong? Not to mention, with his skill and disposition, as long as he wanted to run, no one would be able to find him.

The gray-robed monk had the impulse to slam his head into a wall, he laughed bitterly and said: "Amitabha! What should I do? "

This world had never been truly peaceful. Life was rough and bumpy. The people of this world had their hands full with ordinary matters. It was impossible to tell good from evil. In this world, there were many corrupt officials who were like wolves and tigers, and the martial arts world was full of dangers. Only after experiencing it for a long time would one finally understand. Where did all good and evil come from in this world?