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When the heavy snow had passed, the heaven and earth were vast and desolate! In a certain mountain forest of Xiangxi, a man who looked to be in his thirties stood with his back against the wind. His long figure stood firm in the cold wind, just like a sturdy pine tree standing tall. 。He wore a black coat to block the cold wind, his hands slightly bent in front, holding a one or two-year-old child. The child had clear eyebrows and bright eyes, somewhat similar to this man. A pair of eyes closed, sleeping soundly!On this man's face, a white-haired old man stood behind him with his hands clasped, his gaze fixed on the child in the man's hand 。Speechless! Only the howling north wind raged, unrestrained! Suddenly, a gleam flashed in the young man's eyes, and finally made a decision. He knelt heavily on the snow ground with a thud. 。"Grandpa, here's the child!"Saying that, she held the child in one arm and placed a large bundle at the old man's feet with her other hand. She bowed three times heavily, then left without looking back. 。At this very moment, the old man spoke, his voice filled with tragic grandeur, echoing through heaven and earth. 。"A man, forged like iron, even if wrapped in horse leather he would not regret! A man's heart, worth a thousand gold, even nine deaths he would not regret being a Han!" The departing man stiffened slightly, then stomped his foot hard. This step was actually three or four meters away. Like a swimming dragon, in a few steps, he disappeared into these vast mountains. 。The old man let out a long sigh, and two clear tears rolled down his cheeks. 。"To the good men of the house, secretly protect the soul of Huaxia! Men do not hesitate to die, heroes do not mind living. Iron-forged warriors, splendid mountains and rivers spring!" In a sigh of regret, the old man's hand grasped at empty air. The little boy on the ground, along with his large image, was lifted as if by an invisible hand, and fell into his palm. 。The old man held the child, looking at his sleeping face. A rare smile appeared on his aged countenance. 。"Walk in all four directions, spread righteousness, the heavens are vast and ever-changing, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement! Child, from now on you shall be steadfast like heaven, aspire to the sky!" The child asleep, seemed to hear the old man's words, a sweet smile appeared on their little face. 。"Hahaha... you agree too, right? Good child!" The old man laughed loudly and strode away in the snow!Xiangxi has many mountains, one after another, lush and green, stretching endlessly for miles. 。And countless small villas are nestled among these mountains, born from the mountain and living alongside it. 。Xiangjiazhuang was just one of countless mountain villages. 。The village is surrounded by mountains on all sides. It's over seventy miles to the nearest town, and it's a real mountain road! The kind of path where you can't carry anything if you walk, and have to climb if you carry something. It's a rugged trail. 。Their ancestors lived in this mountain village for generations, living a life almost isolated from the world, except for purchasing some essential necessities. 。This situation continued until the Reform and Opening Up. 。A villager went out and, after seeing the outside world, didn't understand why their ancestor had chosen to settle in such a place. 。However, the ancestral records do mention that at the end of the Song Dynasty, the ancestor of the Xiang family fled here to escape the persecution of the ruling government. 。Xiangjiazhuang lived in isolation from the world, living a self-sufficient life. 。Unfortunately, the glamorous world outside ultimately broke their hearts. They decided to move their entire family away from this generation's mountain manor. 。By the early 21st century, there was only one family left in Xiangjiazhuang. 。A family, two people 。The old man was over a hundred and thirty years old, his hair and beard completely white, like a child... 。Don't let his age fool you, he's incredibly strong. He can carry dozens of pounds from town and back without resting or slowing down, and he moves at a surprisingly fast pace. Most people couldn't even keep up with him walking empty-handed. 。The youngest one is his great-grandson — Xiang Gangtian 。This kid is only seventeen years old, he's six feet tall, and looks thin, but if you put him on the scale, he weighs over two hundred and ten pounds. He would definitely shock everyone's eyes. 。His lower body was strong, like iron, powerfully built, sturdy as a tiger cub. 。To say nothing of, even a single point proves his perversion. 。Xiangjiazhuang is almost eighty miles from the town high school, making the round trip over one hundred and fifty miles. 。Going to school at Gangtian meant leaving early and returning late, and he never once was late. 。to the point that for three years of high school, his classmates and teachers all believed he lived in town. 。Pretty amazing, right? And this amazing thing started when he was just twelve years old, in middle school. 。He didn't get so powerful just by being born that way. It was the result of years of training from a young age. 。The ancestor of the Xiang family was a descendant of Xiang Shishi, a famous general of the Southern Song Dynasty. Back then, Xiang Shishi was harmed by Jia Sidao, and only one son escaped. He traveled south all the way to this mountain and settled down. This man is the ancestor of Xiangjiazhuang!What this ancestral skill is, no one knows anymore. The entire Xiangjiazhuang, if it is said that the most complete preservation of this ancestral skill, is the Xiang Gangtian family. 。Except for some older people, almost all the young ones have stopped practicing. 。It stands to reason, in a world full of distractions, there's not enough time to play every day, let alone waste it on this. Xiang Gang Tian is perhaps an exception among the younger generation of the Xiang family village, because he has been practicing martial arts since he was three years old, and now he is fourteen years old. 。Time pushed to June 9th, this is Xiangang Tian's last day taking the college entrance exam, when he walked out of the examination room, he smiled very relaxed and carefree. 。After three years of hard work, we finally didn't disappoint everyone. The on-site performance was also very good. 。Although getting a perfect score is impossible, I'm giving it my all at Yan University. 。Remembering what grandpa said when I went out this morning, Xiang Gang's smile faded away. 。After the gaokao, when you turn 18, you are legally an adult and it's time to know some things. 。 Leaving school, Xiang Gang didn't care about being seen in broad daylight. Anyway, everyone was used to him running like this. 。Even in crowded places,
it still restrains itself and doesn't go too fast.
。The speed of the "Daichu Zhenzi" was even more astonishing than before, having doubled. It really rushed home like a streak of smoke. 。The eighty-mile mountain road took less than an hour to finish, even faster than usual by twenty or thirty minutes. 。Back at their wooden house, he saw from afar the gate wide open. His grandfather was sitting in the rocking chair made for him by Xiang Gang, eyes closed and gently rocking back and forth, looking very peaceful. 。Seeing the old man's demeanor, Xiang Gangtian smirked playfully on his face. He gently placed the bag on his back on the ground, wiped his waist with his right hand, and when he looked again, there was a seven-inch long dagger in his hand. 。This blade is pitch black, not gold nor iron, yet it is extraordinarily sharp. Even under strong light, it does not reflect... 。The hilt is carved with a dragon head, lifelike and vivid. 。On the blade, two ancient seal script characters are engraved—Dragon Soul. 。However, Xiang Gangtian likes to call it Dragon Fang Blade. 。The Dragonfang Blade was the old man's treasured possession. When Xiang Gangtian was sixteen years old, he won it from the old man through his own skill. 。With the Dragontooth Blade in hand, he seemed a different person altogether. His steps became lighter than a whisper, almost silent on the ground. 。In a few twists and turns, the person had silently entered the room from the window. 。The old man wasn't far from the window. Xiang Gang rolled to the ground like a weasel, and when he stood up again, he was beside the reclining chair. Without any hesitation, his dragon-tooth blade shot downwards, aiming straight for the old man's mouth. 。 Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else! ? |
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