Chapter 3 Young Jiang Hanye

Time flies, and 60 years have passed.

Wuniu Village at the foot of Shoucang Mountain is a very ordinary village. The villagers here are all ordinary people. They live a mortal life of eating grains and dying.

Jiang Hanye is the adopted son of the most common family in this village. It is said that he was picked up by his adoptive father from the field on a cold night. It happened that his adoptive father's surname was Jiang, so he named him Jiang Hanye.

The adoptive father's family is very kind and generous. They treat Jiang Hanye as if they were their own, and did not hide his background from him, which makes Jiang Hanye more deeply grateful to his adoptive parents and brothers and sisters. The villagers say that Jiang Hanye is the most diligent child in the whole village, and he starts to get up and work at the first sound of the chicken every day.

11-year-old Jiang Hanye was responsible for cutting firewood and cutting pig grass at home. He refused his adoptive father's request to send him to school, but chose to leave the opportunity to his eldest brother, who stayed at home to serve his parents.

This autumn is cool and the sky is high and the clouds are light. It is a good time to go up the mountain to cut firewood. At noon, seeing that there was not much firewood at home, Jiang Hanye picked up a hemp rope and put on a firewood knife, said goodbye to his adoptive mother who was doing needlework, and went up the mountain to cut firewood. Along the way, Jiang Hanye walked quickly, thinking that he would go early to fight for firewood so that he could have dinner with his family. Due to the hardships of life, people's families generally only eat two meals in the morning and evening, and this dinner is the most valued, because dinner is often when people who go out to work for a day go home to reunite. Even if there is only a light meal on the table, they will eat very sweet food.

Shoucang Mountain is a mountain stretching for hundreds of miles, which is famous all over the world because of a Wanjian Villa.

Wanjian Villa is actually at the other end of Shoucang Mountain, about 300 miles away from the capital Luoshui City. It is backed by Shoucang Mountain and facing the Luoshui River, which is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. However, Wanjian Villa is best known not for its beautiful scenery, but its owners.

From ancient times to the present, the martial artists in the world have unconsciously divided into two paths according to their cultivation methods and motivations. The cultivation of the right path is to cross oneself and become an immortal, beyond the mortal world, and will also benefit the people of the world. Although the original intention of the devil's Tao is the same, the methods used are very extreme. There are soul-sucks, bloodthirsty people and murderers, and all kinds of evil methods cannot be stated one by one. The right path and the devil path have always vowed to be two, and their struggle has lasted for thousands of years.

There are thousands of large and small sects on Dongsheng Shenzhou, but only four of them are worth mentioning: Xumi Mountain, Wanjian Villa, Baihua Valley and Blood Demon God Religion.

Xumi Mountain is located in the extreme realm of Shenzhou. It is a holy place of Buddhism. It is ethereal and extremely mysterious. Even for thousands of years, no one knows where Xumi Mountain is. Baihua Valley is located in Baihua Mountain in the middle of Shenzhou. The disciples in the valley are all beautiful women. They make good use of a good sword. Although they are women, they do not give up their eyebrows. Blood Demon God Religion Although it belongs to the devil's way, it is also a sect that can be parallel to the other three sects. It is also them who have tens of disciples, and it is they who have united the originally unconvinced sects in the right path to deal with the devil.

Although Wanjian Villa is not the largest and most powerful of the four sects, it is the most worth mentioning. Compared with the dynasty it belongs to today, Wanjian Villa has a much longer history. Its founder was Ji Qingyun, a lantern swordsman 3,000 years ago. It is said that Ji Qingyun is a descendant of Xuanyuan, which makes Xuanyuan swordsmanship powerful and invincible, which is also the swordsmanship that makes Wanjian Villa famous and growing.

Although Wanjian Villa is a sect of martial arts practitioners, it is inevitable to eat, drink and spread in order to survive in this world. No one can avoid this before really ascending to immortality. In order to survive, the Ji family practiced while doing business. Its history of doing business is even as long as the history of the villa. Over the generations, the accumulated wealth is countless, which is comparable to that of a country.

The owner of this generation of Wanjian Villa is called Ji Shangxuan, who is not only a highly cultivated warrior, but also the emperor of the current emperor of the Chen Dynasty. It is said that he is an emperor, but in fact, he just pointed to the emperor who used to be a prince and practiced a set of physical swordsmanship. But because of this, as soon as the prince ascended the throne, he issued an imperial edict, made Ji Shangxuan the chief great master, led the court and other salaries, and gave Shou Cang Mountain and the surrounding villages to his teacher.

For the above reasons, in fact, the teenager Jiang Hanye is also affiliated with Ji Shangxuan and Wanjian Villa, but now he has no idea about it. At least at the beginning of this day, he is still a simple and kind ordinary teenager.

"Lan is the king, the chrysanthemum is in seclusion, the bamboo is called a gentleman, and the pine doctor..." Jiang Hanye sang children's songs eavesdropped from the private school in the village, carrying a hemp rope and carrying a firewood knife all the way to the mountain.

There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. The weather is simply excellent. The green grass is fluttering in the wind on the ground, and the hillsides are full of gorgeous mountain flowers. On this side of Shoucang Mountain, the jungle is not particularly lush, so there are not many beasts on the mountain, which is a good thing for the villagers. At least there is no need to worry about tigers and wolves behind them.

Because he was thinking about his home, Jiang Hanye arrived at the ground to put down the hemp rope and buried his head in cutting firewood. In a short time, he cut a hug of firewood, tied it up and carried it on his shoulder and walked home. After entering the village, he just turned into the alley where his home was located and found that there seemed to be something wrong. At this moment, the former deserted door was like a city, surrounded by villagers, pointing fingers and talking about it. Is there something wrong with the family? Did the naughty little brother fall down while playing on the roof? Or was my mother scalded by hot oil while cooking? Thinking of this, Jiang Hanye's heart was tightly tied together, and all kinds of bad scenes appeared in his mind in turn. He threw down the bundle of firewood on his back and ran home. As he ran, he couldn't help shouting, "Mom, brother!"

"The night baby is back!"

"He's really lucky!"

"Yes, I didn't expect that Jiang's second family had a talent!"

"The boy who is silent on weekdays, I didn't expect to have this day..."

Talents, in this era of cultivation, are no longer the title of talented eight buckets and the title of the golden list, but refers to those who have the opportunity to enter the cultivation sect to become martial arts.

When the villagers heard Jiang Hanye's shouting, they looked back at him and talked. At this time, Jiang Hanye was already anxious and didn't have the heart to listen to what others said. He ran to the door and opened the crowd and entered the door. After entering the door, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Everything in the house is in order. My father is sitting in the yard eating tea with people, and my younger brother is still playing. Even the eldest brother who should have been studying in the school at this moment has returned, and my mother came out of the room with a plate of dried fruits with a smile. She happened to see the second son Jiang Hanye with a stunned face.

"Ye'er..." My mother loved Jiang Hanye the most because she loved his miserable life, so she usually treated him a little better than her two sons, "Come on!"

Seeing his mother wave to him, Jiang Hanye walked timidly and quickly to his mother. He didn't even look at the guest. The children in the countryside had never seen the world, and they were very timid.

Although he didn't dare to look at the guest, Jiang Hanye felt that today's familiar small yard was a little different from the past. It seemed to be a little more comfortable, and even the air was a little fresher than before.

"Mother." Jiang Hanye walked to his mother Jiang Liu and reached out to take the plate with all kinds of dried fruits. He had long been used to working for his parents. "I didn't say that there would be guests at home today?"

"Silly boy, look who that person is?" Jiang Liu looked at his son's little face with a smile and said.

At this time, Jiang's father also turned to Jiang Hanye and said, "Yeer, do you still remember this uncle?"

Jiang Hanye dared to look at the man carefully, and suddenly found that the man was also looking at him with a smile. The man looks about 30 years old, with a long black and elegant beard, wearing a black shirt and a pair of black boots. He looks clean and refreshing, spotless, which makes people feel very comfortable. Jiang Hanye frowned. He thought carefully, but he couldn't remember who the person in front of him was, but no matter who he was, he must not be a farmer and fisherman.

"Little brother, don't you remember me?" The man laughed.

Jiang Hanye shook his head.

"Think about it again, did you save someone on the mountain three months ago?" The man said again.

"Three months ago?" Only then did Jiang Hanye suddenly think of that...

Three months ago, it was still early summer. One day, Jiang Hanye also went up the mountain to cut firewood as today, and also hummed the children's song eavesdropped in the selfish school...

The mountain on which Woniu Village relies is actually neither big nor high in the Cang Mountain system. The people of Woniu Village privately call it Woniu Peak. Although the trees on the Woniu Peak are not very lush, there are also many towering ancient trees. It is this seemingly inconspicuous mountain that nurtures generations of villagers in the village and gives them light and heat.

The weather was relatively hot this day. Jiang Hanye only wore a thick cloth shoulder and a pair of cloth trousers, with his trousers rolled up to his knees and bare feet.

"Okay, let's cut it here." Jiang Hanye searched for a long time and finally began to cut firewood not far from the foot of the mountain.

Just as he was about to start, suddenly more than a dozen tall trees about a few feet away began to shake violently, and the leaves were shaken down. Even the mountains under his feet were shaking like some terrible beast hidden in the forest. Jiang Hanye was stunned. He hurriedly put away his machete, hid behind a stone, and looked carefully. At the same time, he was also thinking that if a beast appeared here, he had some hope to escape.

There were strange sounds not far away. The whole mountain forest was filled with flying sand and stone for a moment, and the sandstone hit the tree trunk and made a crackling sound, which was very terrible. Jiang Hanye huddled behind the stone. On the one hand, he was afraid, and on the other hand, he was very curious about what was in the forest that would make the former quiet mountains and forests become like this. Just as Jiang Hanye was thinking nonsense, he suddenly heard the sound of trees breaking, and then he felt that the sky above his head was rapidly darkening, and the sound of trees falling to the ground was getting closer and louder and louder. During this period, it was also mixed with the sound of connecting and breaking branches and leaves.

"Demon, I won't let you escape today!" A man's voice sounded in mid-air, which sounded very awe-inspiring.

"Hey...then...then try it!" Another man's voice is cold and evil, and his voice is sharp and very harsh.

When Jiang Hanye was determined to probe his head, he unexpectedly fell down with a loud blow, and the thick branches just covered the big stone he was hiding. Fortunately, he just wanted to get out, but he was afraid it would take some effort.

Wuniu Village is a small village. There are only dozens of families in the whole village, and all of them have lived here for generations. Even the private teachers in the village are all well-known young talents in the village. Now Jiang Hanye suddenly heard two strange voices, which makes him both surprised and good. Strange. After the sound, there was a sound of metal collision. Although Jiang Hanye's head was covered with thick branches and leaves, he could still feel a strange flash from time to time. After the fierce metal collision, he heard another scream, and a bang after a moment, as if something had fallen from a height to the ground.

Jiang Hanye held his breath and intuitively told him that something bad seemed to have happened here. He didn't dare to move. He just waited quietly. At least he didn't dare to come out until the two people left. I don't know how long it took before the silence returned to the outside. Jiang Hanye took out a firewood knife and chopped it from the inside out. It took a lot of effort to get out from under the top of the tree, but his clothes had already been scratched by the branches, and there were many skin and skin injuries.

Standing on the treetops and watching, Jiang Hanye looked at the scene in the forest in surprise. The towering tree that fell to the ground turned out to be more than this one, and he was lucky to be hit by the treetop instead of the tree trunk. The whole forest is full of fresh fallen leaves. Not only that, a few feet away, Jiang Hanye also saw two people falling there, which should be the two men who had just spoken.

"Cough..." Jiang Hanye coughed in a low voice. He didn't know whether the two people were dead or alive, so he coughed first, and then scolded himself as a fool. What if those two were not good people? What if they take themselves away? Jiang Hanye decided to escape home.

But looking at the branches and trunks of the land, he felt reluctant. After all, he came up the mountain to cut firewood. Jiang Hanye stayed for a while, and the two people on the ground were still lying motionless. It seemed that they were dead. He decided to boldly cut down a few pieces of the trunk branches on the ground and take them away.

When picking up firewood, Jiang Hanye forced himself not to see the two people on the ground, but after all, the child was a child. After all, he couldn't help but want to see it, so he peeked at them from time to time. One of them was wearing fiery red clothes, and even his hair was fiery red, which was very strange. He didn't look like a Middle-earth. The man was motionless, and there was a pool of blood and a black knife beside him. It seemed that he was dead. The other man was wearing a dark dress, with a sword at hand, and his face was full of blood and motionless.

After seeing all this, Jiang Hanye was a little scared again. He accelerated the speed of picking up firewood and planned to go home early, but for some reason, he picked them up, and he actually picked up the two dead bodies.

Dong Dong Dong!

Jiang Hanye was so nervous for the first time in his life that he even heard his heartbeat. He should have avoided the two dead, but Jiang Hanye felt that there seemed to be a powerful force forcing him to turn his head to look.

With his eyes tightly closed, Jiang Hanye actually turned his head again and was facing the red-clothed dead body. When he opened his eyes again, a blue light rushed to his face from the ground. He only felt a tingling pain in his left eye, as if something had opened his eyelids and drilled into his pupil. Jiang Hanye threw away the firewood in his hand and rubbed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, a scene that surprised him even more appeared - the body in fiery red clothes was slowly turning into dust. From the beginning, little by little it turned into dust and was blown away in the woods by the wind, leaving only the black in an instant. The black knife lay alone in the position where its owner used to be.

"Isn't there a ghost?" Jiang Hanye thought in horror. At this moment, he didn't care about the firewood and was ready to run away. Suddenly, there was a sound behind him, accompanied by a weak voice: "Save me..."

It turns out that the man in Xuanfu is not dead yet.

Jiang Hanye was a kind and generous teenager. Although he was extremely frightened at this time, he still stopped when he heard this sound. The man on the ground was obviously seriously injured, but his hands were still trembling slightly. Maybe if he didn't save him, he would really die.

Although he was very scared, he couldn't die. Jiang Hanye gritted his teeth and decided to take this man home. But this man is an adult man, and his weight is naturally not light. No matter how capable he is, he is just an 11-year-old ordinary child. How can he drag this man? Looking at the broken branches and leaves all over the ground, Jiang Hanye thought hard. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he had an idea in his heart. After cleaning up some useful branches, Jiang Hanye made those long and resilient branches into a simple stretcher that could be dragged, and then moved the half-dead man to the stretcher with all his strength.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and Jiang Hanye was anxious to go back to dinner with his family, so he planned to pull the stretcher home like this.

"My..." The man struggled and pointed to the sword on the ground. Jiang Hanye put the sword on the stretcher together. After thinking about it, he bent down and picked up the black knife and put it on it.

In this way, Jiang Hanye dragged the man back home little by little. When he returned home, his parents were waiting for him anxiously. The Jiang family were all kind people. They saw that their son brought back an uninvited guest covered with blood. Although they had doubts, they didn't ask much. They just asked Jiang Hanye to place the man in the firewood room and poured a little rice soup into the unconscious person. They planned to hire a doctor to help him treat him after dawn, but the next day When Jiang Hanye got up and went to the woodshed to see the man, the woodshed was empty, and the sword and knife were gone.

Although things are unusual, after all, this is only a small wave in Jiang Hanye's calm life, and it has not affected the daily life of the Jiang family, so they gradually forgot about it until today...

"Remember?" The mysterious man looked at Jiang Hanye with a smile and asked.

Jiang Hanye nodded: "I remember, are you the one?"

"You child, you are not so big or small, what kind of person and that person!" Jiang's father, who had always been kind, suddenly scolded, "Do you know who this uncle is?"

Jiang Hanye shook his head.

"Ha, Brother Jiang, don't scold the child. He is still young. How can he understand this..." The Xuanfu man quickly persuaded him when he saw this, and then turned to Jiang Hanye to introduce himself: "My surname is Ji, my name is Ji Feng, and I am a disciple of Wanjian Villa. That day, thanks to the help of my little brother, I came back today to thank him.

"Wanjian Villa?" Jiang Hanye was shocked. Only then did he understand why there were so many people around his house, and his feelings were all to see the living immortals.

Yes, in the eyes of these ordinary people, all the people in Wanjian Villa are living immortals. To see them with their own eyes is simply the smoke from the ancestral graves.

After Jiang Hanye was surprised, he became dull again. He didn't know how to communicate with this person, but subconsciously moved closer to his mother.

There is also a reason why Jiang's father suddenly scolded his son. It turned out that Ji Feng was going to take Jiang Hanye to Wanjian Villa to be a foreign disciple. For the Jiang family, this was simply a big pie falling from the sky, but he was afraid that his son would accidentally annoy others and not take him.

"In the past, you saved me, and today I will repay you. This Mid-Autumn Festival, we received ten foreign disciples in Wanjian Villa, which is not seen in a hundred years. Would you like to take me to Wanjian Villa to be a disciple with foreign surnames and learn some physical skills and ask for a way to live?" Ji Feng asked with a smile.

Go to Wanjian Villa as a disciple?? Jiang Hanye didn't even dare to dream about such a good thing, although he didn't know what the benefits would be if he became a foreign disciple.

"Stupid boy, what are you still doing?" Seeing his son's promising appearance, Jiang's father couldn't help but get up and stood up and slapped him on the back of the head. "Don't thank this uncle!" Although Jiang Hanye didn't know, these adults knew that the world was difficult. If they could enter the door of the Ji family, they could deal with their whole life.

Jiang Hanye then stepped forward and bent down and said, "Thank you, uncle..."

"Hey!" Ji Feng laughed and said, "I'm just a disciple of Wanjian Villa. If you really go, I'm just your brother in terms of seniority!"