The gap between people is actually not obvious from afar, at least when Seventeen was still on the mountain, he didn't think that he was much worse than Xiao Ziyu.

Her talent is not bad, and because she is working hard for fear of lack of food, she can single out her older brothers and sisters when she is a teenager. There are losses and losses. Although there are more losses, the brothers and sisters will be very good. Tell her seriously that she is really good.

So even if the luck was so bad that Xiao Ziyu, who was the strongest in the draw, she didn't want to give up until today.

Seventeen touched his face, and suddenly thought of Xiao Ziyu's sword in his mind.

The sword is like a broken bamboo, but it does not leak. It is natural to use offense as a defense. She has tried to break with strength and hit the tip of someone's sword.

If Xiao Ziyu hadn't reacted quickly and kicked her face back, she would have lost an ear even if she didn't die.

Xiao Ziyu's hands were merciful, just to let her know that the gap was as big as the sky.

03

Seventeen angrily returned to the mountain and practiced hard for three years. When he was fifteen, he was as light as a swallow when he went down the mountain.

——She originally planned to practice martial arts as hard as she could, but the master told her that the Xiao family's swordsmanship is quick to win and break through.

Only after she came down the mountain did she realize that Xiao Ziyu had become famous all over the world.

—— In a martial arts event, he won a long-established predecessor. The white-clothed long sword is no different. It is the look that every young man who wanders through the rivers and lakes yearns.

Xiao Ziyu became famous in the first battle, and the people who came to her for the contest lined up from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. They took the wooden signs one by one and left. The advantage is that there is no need to stand there and wait, but the disadvantage is that their identity will be exposed.

Seventeen thought that she was a killer, and such a serious battle really didn't fit her identity, so she put on night clothes in the middle of the night and was ready to touch Xiao's Villa again.

Unexpectedly, the Xiao family has been studying well in the past two years, and the defense is tight. As soon as her feet fell on the wall, she heard the bell ringing crisply, and the fire was everywhere, and a group of disciples from Lingshan surrounded her in the center.

She was not talking about playing in the three-year retreat. At this time, she was fluttering in the crowd and dodged like a flexible fish. No matter how many people there were, she couldn't help it. Of course, she couldn't escape.

After a while, some people started to swear, cursing and screaming, and the hand was slow. Seventeen was waiting for someone to lose patience and sneak into the Xiao Mansion. At this time, when the time was right, he immediately rushed, and before he rushed out, there was a line in front of him. Bright white light.

Sword light is like practice, and people are cold like a sword.

A girl as old as her came under the moonlight, behind her as a picturesque galaxy, and then overturned her with a sword.

Seventeen plunged his head into the soil, rubbed off the masked black cloth, and stared at him incredulously.

Xiao Ziyu took the sword into its sheath, paused, and frowned when he saw that she was still buried in the soil, and he frowned. Just when Seventeen thought she would order her to be thrown out, Xiao Ziyu reached out to her.

The young girl's delicate eyebrows were serious: "You must follow the rules."

——Probably think she is here to compete.

Seventeen choked, for a long time, he nodded hesitantly, and then limped into the darkness.

She is a killer, and the murderer can't even see the target.

So she obediently went to the mountain gate to report her name and received a wooden sign, waiting for the martial arts competition.

She gnawed at the bottom of the mountain for two months of biscuits and then went up the mountain again with her sword.

Xiao Ziyu only accepts the challenge on a fixed number of days a month. He has picked six people in a row before the seventeenth, and his shots are not chaotic, but his breath has a hint of urgency.

Seventeen felt that Xiao Ziyu was merciful to her men twice, and she couldn't take advantage of the danger, so she shoved her sword into the sheath and said, "You can recover your luck first."

She thought that she was no worse than Xiao Zi after her retreat. The last time she was overturned by a sword was entirely because she was unprepared, and she had been surrounded and consumed too much before. One-on-one, she had confidence in herself.

Xiao Ziyu glanced at her, and there was also a hint of surprise in his always cold eyes.

After becoming famous in World War I, there were countless people who challenged her, but very few people really came to her to learn martial arts.

But this person is different. Xiao Ziyu couldn't help but glance at Seventeen, then nodded really, and sat down to adjust his breath.

After a quarter of an hour, Xiao Ziyu, who had finished adjusting his breath, gave this respectable opponent Pinnacle a sword with all his strength. Seventeen, once again, he was overturned by a sword.

It's just that this time it's even more tragic, because Xiao Ziyu's unrelenting shot left a hole in Seventeen's left leg.

When Xiao Ziyu was beaten and hugged into the villa, Shiqi was at a loss for a while.

Her legs thought they were fast, but they were not faster than Xiao Ziyu's sword. If Xiao Ziyu hadn't cut into thorns in the last instant, she might not have had multiple holes in her legs, but had just cut off half of her leg.

She began to feel that she was still practicing in the wrong direction. If she used her internal strength to fight against Xiao Ziyu, even if she couldn't win, there would be no problem with stalemate dozens of strokes.

But the bad thing is that the two are fast compared to each other. She is slow enough for a short time to be fatal.

Suddenly she wanted to deceive her master and destroy her ancestors, and beat her violently at the master who was fooling her death speed.

Seventeen in the Xiao family recuperating, eating and drinking every day and getting good gold sore medicine, living a leisurely life is a bit lonely.

She was defeated in the hands of Xiao Ziyu, and her confidence was hit. It happened that Xiao Ziyu's yard was right next to her wounded yard. She listened to the formations of swords separated by a wall every day, and every sword seemed to hit her heart.

She wanted to see Xiao Ziyu again, but as soon as she limped and walked to the door, someone stopped her.

She understood the swordsmanship of the famous family to prevent outsiders from stealing it, so she only looked at Xiao Ziyu from a distance.

The girl in white sweats like rain, and every movement from sunrise in the morning to dusk is as if measured by a ruler with awe-inspiring sword spirit.

Everyone's success is not accidental. Xiao Ziyu is a genius, but she has never slackened. What qualifications does she have to complain about herself?

The haze in her heart was swept away, like a ray of sunlight shining on her heart after the rain, she once again clenched the sword in her hand.

Three days later, she cut a cane and went down the mountain. She didn't say goodbye to Xiao Ziyu. It was not that she didn't want to, but that she couldn't see her. She was just an unknown man, and Xiao Ziyu was a famous young man in white clothes.

But it doesn't matter, she told herself that one day I will be the opponent that will make you face it.

Seventeen failed to descend smoothly. The reason was that people at the bottom of the mountain began to squeeze frantically on the mountain. Looking down from the top of the mountain, it looked like a locust crossing the border, and the black crowd swarmed.

Seeing this scene, Seventeen's first thought was to run.

The crowd was crowded, and those who performed lightly and slowly were hit by the people behind, and the seventeen who heard the screams were terrified.

But it's always wrong to run wildly without a purpose, so she limped and rushed forward, and asked the co-runner: "What happened to my brother? The big families finally couldn't help besieging Xiaoshan? "

The other party looked excited: Headmaster Xiao had a fight with a peerless master at the top of the mountain. I heard that there were hundreds of moves left without a winner. "

Seventeen didn't squeeze with the crowd now, and no longer cared about his unhealed legs, and rushed to the top of the mountain as if going crazy.

Xiao Dingshan, the leader of the martial arts, just the words of the leader of the martial arts can explain everything.

The top masters who have been famous for decades in the arena, with a single hand in the sword dance of Xiaoshan, are superb. Such characters say that they don't want to watch the battle are hypocritical.

Seventeen was close to the top of the mountain, and it was not too late when he arrived with a stubborn leg.

The place where the fight is against is the bamboo forest behind the mountain. The mountain wind roars and the bamboo leaves are flying, the sword light flies fast like lightning, and the green and white head robes are naturally Xiao Dingshan, but the black-clothed and masked person is so familiar. ?

That seems to be, Master.

Seventeen's hand that supported the wall flicked and almost didn't support the fall.

The match ended in a tie, and the man in black snorted and floated away. Xiao Dingshan looked serious and cleaned the bamboo leaves stuck to his clothes.

The Weishan faction did not say anything about this. When the seventeenth descended the mountain, only Xiao Ziyu personally led people to comfort the innocent people who were trampled on by a group of people outside the mountain gate and hurt innocent people.

A child who lives on the mountainside was accidentally hit by someone while going up the mountain to play, hurting his leg and foot. It was difficult for him to walk home. Xiao Ziyu carried the child and flew towards the mountainside.

The little child probably hadn't experienced this kind of light work that was almost like Yu Fei, his eyes opened wide, and he hadn't recovered until Xiao Ziyu let her down.

The child grasped the corner of Xiao Ziyu's clothes and refused to let it go. Xiao Ziyu probably hadn't seen anything like this before. When he stayed there for a while, he looked around, asking for help in his eyes.

Seventeen felt that he was about to be unable to hold back a smile, and suddenly suffered two thuds on his head.

Seventeen turned his head angrily and fainted the moment he saw the person coming.

The master changed into a gray and white shirt, in tatters, without a trace of mastery.

Probably just now, he was accidentally scratched by the sword qi. The corners of his eyes were a little broken, and his two asymmetrical eyes were a little disgusting: "How did you get the legs?"

He snorted again, and added: "The skill is not as good as humans. What do you do when you go out and be embarrassed? Seeing your embarrassed appearance, you are so angry as a teacher!"

Seventeen silently glanced at the torn black clothes under the master's shirt, and said in his heart, each other half a catastrophe.

Seventeen couldn't hold back when he went back with the master, and turned his head.

The famous young man and the kid who had just been frightened stood together, with big eyes and small eyes, his eyes were exactly the same innocent and blank. After a long time, Xiao Ziyu raised his hand and wiped it with his clean, spotless sleeves. Dust on a child's face.

That was the first time Seventeen saw Xiao Ziyu's white clothes stained with dust.

She stayed with her master at the foot of the mountain. The master ate wontons and she ate sesame seed cakes, because the master was rich, but she didn't.

The master told her: "As a killer, it is shameful to have no money."

Seventeen didn't want to pay attention to him, and after eating a pancake, he asked, "Why did you fight with the head of Xiao?"

"Someone bought his life from me," the master wiped his mouth chaotically after eating, and took a silver coin in his hand: "Deposit."

Seventeen one was stunned: "The dignified martial arts leader is worth this amount of money?"

The master looked depressed, "This order has been placed for ten years, and this is the last deposit."

Seventeen felt that the corners of her mouth were twitching wildly: "The guest didn't ask for a refund?"

In fact, Seventeen would like to ask, did the guests really not go up the mountain and smash the gate or find someone to hack you to death?

The master stared his eyes and said, "Don't think about it!"

Seventeen: "..."

Seventeen ate sesame seeds under the mountain for a year. On weekdays, he helped the owner pick two pallets of water to help the West family chop two bundles of firewood, and occasionally caught some game and sold it out, and finally did not starve to death on the street.

Master is more leisurely than her, but every day he drinks and practices qigong, and then he finds uncomfortable things for the head of Xiao.

Uh, well, it's actually more like finding yourself uncomfortable.

Although the master's martial arts is comparable to that of Xiao Zhang, he still suffers some small losses in his fists and feet.

The master cut a strand of head of Xiao's hair, and head of Xiao turned around and punched the master. Master scratched the clothes of head of Xiao with his sword spirit, and head of Xiao shot Master's **** furiously.

Seventeen: "..."

Is this an assassination of life and death with swords and swords? Is this?

Master went up the mountain to find it uncomfortable, so she followed Xiao Ziyu.

Master's martial arts are better than her. She always treats the guards of Liaoshan as nothing. Her martial arts are worse. She is often surrounded and beaten by the disciples of Liaoshan.

After being beaten dozens of times, Seventeen's physical strength and martial arts have improved significantly.

Xiao Ziyu’s life is almost stereotyped. He wakes up early to practice swordsmanship, reads from the rising sun to the bright sunshine, after lunch, reads books, sits at the desk for two hours, discusses swords with the seniors in the afternoon, and teaches homework by the elders in the door. Go back to the room to practice exercises at night and go to bed.

Seventeen stared at him for more than a month, but at the slightest chance of a sneak attack, he didn't realize that his mentality almost collapsed.

The master comforted her, "As a killer, you have to be patient. Besides, don't you practice swords when she practices swords? Anyway, her Xiao family lives in the back mountains to prevent the spread of swordsmanship."

After a pause, he continued earnestly: "Junior, you have to be patient."

The corners of Seventeen's mouth twitched a little, and his heart said, who is more patient than you. After spending ten years on Xiao Zhangmen, he was cut off every three to five years. After all this, he never gave up. This persistence is no one.

Compared with the miserable experience of Master, this is nothing at all, and the seventeen mentality collapsed again.

Turning around, I found a hidden hill in the mountain, while carefully practicing the sword, while staring at Xiao Ziyu.

One is outside the wall, and the other is inside the wall. From the autumn rain to the spring breeze, we have gone through the spring, summer, autumn and winter year after year, until Xiao Ziyu reached seventeen and went down the mountain according to the door rules. Seventeen did not find a kill. Her timing.

Speaking of which, seventeen that year was also just seventeen years old.