Chapter 1 Han Fei

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled in the quiet town. The rising fog makes the people in the quilt grasp the warm quilt and cover the stars in the sky. From a distance, it looks like a moon palace fairy sprinkles soft white gauze, which is fascinating.

The town, which had been noisy all day, also put away its fun and went to sleep.

A few melodious snow crows played a sleeping song, and the distant barking of dogs cut through the quiet night sky. A thin figure quietly left the town with a big wooden sword and staggered.

Looking at several hounds barking at the gate of the town, the teenager carrying a big wooden sword high on his head quickly stopped him.

"Big yellow dog, don't bark again. This makes your parents sleep. If you wake them up, I will buy you and stew them tomorrow!" The young man is beautiful and his eyes are full of vitality, but his words are old-fashioned.

This young man's name is Han Fei. He is from Guanfeng Town, Tang Dynasty. He is only 12 years old this year. His parents are famous cloth merchants in the town.

At this time, Han Fei is going out to exercise his body and swordsmanship. On the first day of the Chinese New Year, Han Fei received a New Year's gift from his parents. When he opened it, it turned out to be a sword score. Hearing that his parents said that it was the swordsmanship practiced by the heroes of the famous Weiyuan Dart Bureau, he couldn't wait to go out to practice, regardless of the cold wind.

Seeing that the big yellow dog seemed to be afraid of himself, Han Fei smiled, tightened his tight leather jacket, carried the big wooden sword and walked out of the town in the wind.

Han Fei stole his father's big wooden sword, stepped on the snow and walked to the woods outside the town. During the day, Han Fei has already remembered the simple chopping action of the sword score, so he raised the big wooden sword and waved it without any astringency.

This comes from the strength he has exercised by carrying cloth with his father since he was a child. He didn't feel much weight by waving this big wooden sword. Jialai is still learning with empty hands during the day. Naturally, there is not much astringency in this way, and you can learn it simply.

"Cut vertically and obliquely, the focus is on the hilt of the sword, and the force is on the front, and the blade is down." Thinking of the guidance of the sword score in his mind, Han Fei kept repeating simple movements.

"Wow!" The wind blew, and with a cold current, the sky suddenly began to snow heavily. The cold flew carelessly and fell to the ground with a trembling all over. He smiled, looked up at the sky, and looked at the falling snow. Han Fei was stunned. After a while, he realized it and continued to wave the monotonous chopping action.

Late at night, Han Fei still kept waving the big wooden sword. The cold wind in my ear blew behind me and hit the dead trees, shaking off the accumulated snowflakes.

Suddenly, the small town in front of him suddenly burst into flames, and the chaotic shouts woke up Han Fei, who was concentrateing on practicing swords. What's going on?"

Seeing that the small town was full of fire, Han Fei could not practice any more. He grabbed the big wooden sword and ran back, leaving deep footprints on the snow one by one.

As soon as I returned to the entrance of the small town, I saw a few big yellow dogs struggling and roaring crazily, and their ferocious faces frightened. Look at the small town. On the wide street, dozens of people held torches and shouted angrily chasing the man in black running in front of them.

"Thief!" At a glance, Han Fei confirmed the identity of the person in front of him. He immediately picked up the big wooden sword, pointed to the thief in front of him, and shouted loudly, "The thief in front of you can't help but capture it. Don't ask me to give you a sword!" Drinking like this, Han Fei has grabbed the big wooden sword and rushed up.

Han Feile crooked. As soon as he practiced swords, someone came to try the sword. Isn't it a beautiful thing?

Seeing that a little boy in front of him also raised a big wooden sword to kill, the little thief was angry and happy. He scolded secretly as a thief and was timid. He was desperate to bump into Han Fei. He thought to himself, even if you were holding a wooden sword, he would hit you away.

Han Fei was overjoyed when he saw the thief in black bumping into him. He hurriedly stood firm, grabbed the hilt of the big wooden sword with both hands, and raised the big wooden sword over his head.

"The force point of splitting lies in the middle of the hilt and the blade. The force is smaller than cutting, but the accuracy is high, and it can split the enemy's life hole." The secret of splitting the enemy of the sword spectrum quickly flashed in his mind. Seeing that the thief in black was about to hit him, Han Fei suddenly stared at the neck of the thief in black, and his hands suddenly sank.

"Wow!" A sound of wind sounded on the flat ground, and the blade of the big wooden sword was quickly cut off. The thief in black did not expect that the cold wooden sword was cut so fast that it was hit in the neck in the blink of an eye. It was dark in front of him and fell down. Fortunately, the big wooden sword was a blunt sword, otherwise it would probably move his head.

"Dangdang!" The big wooden sword flew out of his hand. Han Fei seemed to have run out of strength. His hands trembled and sat on the snow, hehe giggled.

At this time, the chasing town residents chased after him, looked at Han Fei's giggle, surprised and happy, and then praised Han Fei for learning good swordsmanship.

A moment later, two people suddenly emerged from the crowd. Han Fei looked at it, and his heart suddenly thumped. He quickly jumped up, took back the big wooden sword and hid behind him, and lowered his head.

A man and a woman, who looks quite kind. As soon as the panic on their faces receded, they saw Han Fei admitting his mistake, and he was angry and didn't start. The middle-aged man is well-gone. Although he is not handsome, he is also a little chic. He raised his face and said, "Feier, where did you go in the middle of the night? Do you know how worried your mother is?"

Han Fei raised his head slightly and peeked at his mother standing next to his father. He was happy to see his mother smiling. Raise your head and grin and smile. I know, Dad, the child is wrong. I won't do it next time!"

Seeing Han Fei's smile, even if Han Yihong was angry, he suddenly vented. I could only say with a wry smile to Yang Yan, "It's all your favorite."

Yang Yan smiled, squatted down and hugged Han Fei, and said, "Feier is sensible. It's not my favorite."

Han flew to his mother's arms and rubbed it a few times. He felt very warm. He immediately dropped the big wooden sword and hugged his mother.

Han Yihong smiled bitterly. He went to the thief in black and searched for a few times and found a small gray bead. After carefully receiving it in his arms, he held his fist and said to the people with torches around him: "Thank you for your kind help, so that I can find the heavy things in the town store. Tomorrow I will definitely send you good cloth as a reward."

"Haha, Brother Han is polite. If there are thieves, let's catch them together, otherwise they will be slipped away, and everyone will suffer in the future." Several big men laughed out loud.

A slightly obese woman came out, took off the cloth towel on her head, and gasped, "What everyone said is that the shopkeeper should not spend money. It's not easy for you to do business. What's more, the thief was caught by your man. After saying that, he also expressed his admiration.

Han Fei was quite useful, his face was red, and he was indescribably proud.

Hearing this, Han Yihong glanced at Han Fei in surprise. When he saw the big wooden sword behind Han Fei, he woke up and laughed and scolded, "You are so bold. You dare to steal your father's sword."

"Oh no!" Han Fei shouted secretly and buried his head deep in his mother's arms.

When Yang Yan saw that the child was shocked, she gave Han Yihong a look and said an angry, "It's you who sent the child's sword score. The child is curious to practice. What's wrong with stealing your sword?

"Uh-huh...hehe..." Han Yihong was a little guilty by Yang Yan's eyes and hurriedly giggled.

"Hahahahaha--" The neighbors around saw that Han Yihong was embarrassed and immediately laughed.

Several men captured the thief in black to see the government, and Han Fei followed his parents back home.

As soon as he got home, Han Fei wanted to go back to bed, but when he looked at his parents' faces, he was shocked. At this time, there is no smile on the parents' faces.

Seeing that his parents were serious, Han Fei knew that he had done something wrong and sat at the table with his head down, silent.

After a long time, Yang Yan said, "Brother Hong, let's go."

"Go? Where can I go?" Han Yihong took out the little gray bead from his arms and said with a tired face, "How many people have paid their precious lives for it."

Han Fei peeked at the inconspicuous gray beads and said to himself, "It turned out to be for this bead. I thought my parents were blaming me."

Yang Yan rubbed Han Fei's head with a smile and said, "Son, I didn't want you to know so early, but since this happened, the danger must follow, and I have to tell you." After saying that, he motioned to Han Yihong.

Han Yihong sighed, looked at Han Fei, and said, "This is the treasure of the Han family, called the mixed original pearl."

"Mixed original beads!!" Han Fei was shocked, and then excitedly patted the table and stood up and said, "Is it the famous magical mixed bead outside?"