After a night passed, when the big rooster from the neighbor's house crowed and cried, Xiang Yang just yawned and stretched his waist, patted his numb face, and stood up to wash.

This night is of great significance to Xiang Yang, no less than the day of rebirth when he travels through time and is reborn, because it was this night that made Xiang Yang, who was originally nervous and fearless, no longer confused.

The appearance of the wordless heavenly book gave Xiang Yang the confidence to be able to live in this strange world. The tasks released by the heavenly book made him full of energy in a short period of time and would not spend time in vain because he had no goals.

When he opened the door bolt, a cool breeze blew over his face, which made Xiang Yang, who was still a little drowsy, shivered in an instant. He tightened his mourning clothes on his body, looked at the dark and gloomy sky, and then walked to the water tank in the yard to wash water, poured water on his face, and looked around.

This is a small farmyard. There are a lot of weeds growing in the black soil. The chicken coop and duck house on the left are empty. Obviously, there have been no poultry for a long time. There are only a few stone locks for practicing arm strength. On the right is a water well, with a wooden barrel and thick hemp rope beside the well, which is used for daily water fetching.

The east side of the yard is where the mourning hall is located. It was also the place where the Xiang family received guests in the past. It was considered a living room. There were two houses on both sides, namely the residences of Xiang Daniu and Xiang Yang.

Near Xiang Yang's room was the kitchen. Before Xiang Yang was ten years old, Xiang Daniu cooked and cooked for him. After he was ten years old, this became Xiang Yang's territory. He had three meals in the morning, noon and evening. Although he was simple to eat, he was also made by Xiang Yang, who had a talent for cooking.

The wooden fence hut on the right away from Xiang Daniu's room is a thatched hut. The outer wall is covered with sandalwood shavings to remove odor and isolate the volume, which is very effective.

"It's okay, it's not considered a family's bare wall. At least compared to the ancestors who have to sleep on the streets as soon as they travel through time, I am already at a well-off level."

He wiped his face with a white towel on his shoulder, and then used willow branches to dip them in salt water to brush his teeth. Xiang Yang returned to the mourning hall and picked up the cold bun left by Aunt Wu last night and started to chew. Although it was cold and hard, it could not hold back the empty stomach. He killed three big buns in just a few seconds.

After eating, Xiang Yang even smashed his mouth, his eyes showed melancholy. He remembered that although his life was a little dull, he at least had a good meal. He occasionally went out to pick up a skewer, a KFC wing bucket, and a few sips of soda. It was so pleasant, but now?

However, when Xiang Yang turned his gaze to the Yanling Knife leaning against the brick wall on the left, he felt no pain in his heart. Swords, like guns and cannons, are men's yearning. They sing and sing wildly and sing promisingly in the world. With the three-foot sword in their hands, they can eliminate injustice and be a hero. Which man doesn't want to?

Now, he has such an opportunity, not to mention that there are countless magical skills waiting for him to practice in the future. Compared to the desire to speak, such a life is what he wants.

With his right leg stretched out and his feet hooked, the Yanling sword beside the wall was thrown directly to Xiang Yang's chest, with his left hand in his arms, and his right hand drew the sword. The crisp sound of a bell echoed in the empty hall. It was so pleasant and pleasant in Xiang Yang's ears, and it was three points more beautiful than the fairy sound and witty words.

The long sword in his hand is different from the standard thick-backed official sword in Anyuan County. The sword is three feet and five feet long, the blade is narrow and long, and the blade is flat and smooth. Just gently stroke it, and you will feel a sharp feeling of creepy like a ray of light on your back. Even if Xiang Yang doesn't understand the sword and knows martial arts, you can see that this is definitely a good sword.

In Xiang Yang's memory, the Yanling Knife was given by the benevolent man who promoted Xiang Daniu to leave. Since then, Xiang Daniu has been wearing it and regarded it as a treasure.

"Although the original Yanling Knife was sharp, it never had such a texture. It must have been refined by Uncle Li using a precious iron essence for many days to achieve this miraculous effect. This gift is too heavy."

Xiang Yang flicked the back of the knife with his index finger, and he was moved. Uncle Li was just an ordinary blacksmith. It was already a result that he had only worked hard to recast the Yanfeng sword into such a state. Although money is expensive, it is not as heavy as this heavy friendship.

Seeing that it was still early and there was still some time before others came to worship Xiang Daniu, Xiang Yang became interested and walked into the courtyard with a geese-ling sword and waved it.

When people dance with swords, they naturally use a few tricks, using arm strength, one left and one right, one first and one second, and one second, and basically they are chopping and chopping, and there is no other way.

However, Xiang Yang's sword dance is different. He uses force on his waist and abdomen, his wrists are flexible, his body is upright, and his lower plate is very stable. It looks like that. What's more important is Xiang Yang's sword dance. In addition to chopping, he also has basic skills such as slashing, slanting, straight poking, horizontal stenting, flat cutting, etc.

This set of swordsmanship was naturally passed down by Xiang Daniu, and was also given by the county magistrate back then. The name is unknown, but it only contains some basics for practicing swords. The eight methods of swords, such as sweeping, chopping, plucking, plundering, slashing, killing, and raiding, and covering everything. It is just enough for farmers who don’t know a big word. If it is more complicated, I’m afraid Xiang Daniu won’t be able to practice it.

After such a wave, Xiang Yang realized that he had underestimated this body. He was definitely not a boy with no power to tie a chicken. On the contrary, this body was polished by Xiang Daniu since childhood, and his basic skills were quite solid, so that Xiang Yang would not have to start from scratch.

"Sure enough, my basic sword technique came from my father. My father has practiced this sword technique for more than ten years, and his skill level is even greater than that of me, and his strength is even more amazing.

Not to mention killing two inconspicuous bandits, with the sharpness of the Yanling Sword, even if there are ten or eight more, they can be killed. How could it be so easily killed? It must be Hu Qiang's move, that's absolutely right."

Xiang Yang is not born with divine power, nor does he practice internal strength. He uses his strength to perform basic sword techniques. In just a few minutes, he was already a little breathing and sweating appeared on his forehead. He slowly put away the knife, stood there and pressed his lower abdomen and slowly inhaled and exhaled to calm the turbulent blood and energy. At the same time, there was frost that could not be dissolved in his eyes.

Except for the three leaders of Heifeng Mountain Village, they are all composed of ordinary mountain people. They may be more powerful because of doing farm work, but they have never practiced martial arts systematically.

Xiang Daniu is different. Although the sword technique given to Xiang Daniu by the county magistrate back then was very basic, no matter how crude it was, it was a set of martial arts. Xiang Daniu had been practicing hard for more than ten years and fought against some bandits who only knew brute force. It was almost impossible to be killed. Only strong people like Hu Qiang, who were born with divine power, could use their strength to defeat cleverness.

"Hu Qiang is just a killer, and there is another person holding the knife. This person must be very familiar with his father, so he can kill people with a knife. He even colludes with Hu Qiang, otherwise he would only send some bandits to kill his father."

After retracting the knife and returning the sheath, Xiang Yangli pondered in the middle of the yard, and remained motionless for a long time. In fact, he had already doubted the three tasks issued to him by Tianshu last night. He was familiar with his body's strength and sword skills this morning, which further confirmed his speculation and suspicion.

Since Xiang Daniu's beloved wife has difficulty giving birth, she has been devoted to raising Xiang Yang. She rarely makes grudges with others, and not even many people are familiar with her, let alone know Xiang Daniu's strength.

"The magistrate of Anyuan County, Captain Wang, and more than a dozen constables who worked with his father may be the murderers, and some have been found."
Chapter completed!