That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 1 Wedges
In 40 years, spring and autumn have come and gone, and the flowers of two generations have bloomed and withered.

Xiaofangzhai can only be regarded as a third-rate village in the northwest. The land is barren and cannot support many people.

The young and strong people in the village, whoever has a little ambition, don't want to plan food in the soil, and go out to make a living one after another.

For those with lofty ambitions, go directly to the imperial capital, or to Jiangdu, the world of flowers and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.Those who are a little bit short, go to Zhongdu, the land of Longxing, the Taizu of this dynasty, or go to the capital of Shanzhou.The worst thing is to go to Danxia Village, the largest village in Xiheyuan.

Leaving aside how many of these young people can gain a foothold outside, we only need to say that there are only [-] families left in Xiaofangzhai today.Most of these thirty families are old and weak, women and children, and they seem to be forgotten people, living in this barren land without contending with the world.

It wasn't until an old man passing by passed by here that the tranquility of the village was broken.

The old man did not know his age, with white hair and a tall stature. He wore black clothes all the year round and carried a long wooden box on his back.

There is a cliff behind the stockade.

On this day, the old man sat cross-legged on the cliff with the wooden box across his knees.

Although it was already summer, the strong wind from the northwest was still howling, making the old man's robe rattle. After the old man sat motionless on the cliff for two hours, a little boy came to the old man's side. In the distance, he held a newly caught Xia Chan in his hand.

The child looked curiously at the old man and the wooden box on the old man's lap.

The old man smiled and asked for the first time, "What's your name?"

Zhitong was very angry, not afraid, but a little shy, "My name is Xu Beiyou."

The old man patted the ground beside him, "Come and sit."

Zhitong hummed, ran to the old man, and sat down cross-legged like him.

The old and the young sat side by side on the cliff, looking at the scenery outside the cliff and listening to the howling wind.

The childish eyes still stayed on the wooden box wrapped in brocade, hesitating for a long time, and finally summoned up the courage to ask: "What's in it?"

The old man replied flatly: "It has a sword."

Zhitong's eyes widened, filled with surprise.

He has never seen a sword since he was a child!
The childish boy hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly sent the Xia Chan in his hand to the old man, and said seriously: "I'll give this to you, can you show me what the sword looks like?"

There was an inexplicable smile on the old man's face, and he asked, "A cicada?"

The childish boy named Xu Beiyou shook his head and said seriously, "It's a summer."

The old man froze for a moment, then laughed loudly, reached out to take the childish Xia Chan, and took off the wrapped Shu brocade, revealing the red sandalwood box under it.

The well-mannered old man stood up slowly, and the sword box stood up on its own as if it had a spirituality.

The old man reached out and pressed the top of the sword box, and said softly: "The country's hatred is old before Xuexue, and there is a sound of the fairy sword in the box at night. Little guy, take care!"

As the words fell, the sword box trembled suddenly, first wisps of cyan sword energy seeped out of the sword box, reflecting the old man and the child in a bright green, and then as the old man asked for the sword, the sword box opened wide.

First, the sword energy rushed straight to Xiaohan and shot the bullfighting bull.

Later, a three-foot Qingfeng appeared in the world.

Someone once held this sword and ran across the world.

Xu Beiyou's eyes couldn't hide his shock.

Sometimes, one cicada covers the whole summer.

Sometimes, a single sword overturns most of the world.

(End of this chapter)