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The Swordsman
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The great hero acts for the country and the people. For thousands of years, there have been folk tales about a group of people known as The Swordsman, who are righteous, punish evil and promote good, safeguarding the peace of the people while passing down the secret arts of the Five Elements from generation to generation.
In this region, there stands a monument with the three large characters Peach Blossom Village inscribed on it, resembling an entrance. From afar, one can hear the bustling sounds of the streets, with bun shops, taverns, and inns arranged in an orderly manner. This vibrant scene is the result of the Ancient Heroic Swordsman’s guardianship for a thousand years.
In the bun shop, Ran Xing is busy with her mother, Xiao La Jiao. Today, the business at the bun shop is particularly good. You can hear the sounds of chopping filling in the kitchen; soon, delicious buns will be served at Ran Xing's hands.
However, the mischievous Ran Xing always wears a traditional coat while holding an inappropriate book, working and studying at the same time. Occasionally, she performs a move or two in front of everyone, making them burst into laughter.
Ran Xing chuckled, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the storefront logo: a sleeve badge with three floral patterns and the word "spicy." Without hesitation, he "went on duty with the certificate."
Xiao La Jiao nodded: "That's more like it. Put away the book and get to work quickly."
In the time it took to say these words, he had already prepared more than a dozen baskets of steamed buns. With a wave of his small hand, Ran Xing immediately understood and started working alongside Xiao La Jiao.
However, the meticulous preparation today had another purpose: to wait for his sister's arrival. Ran Xing's sister is named Ran Yi. She is a grown woman in the town, with short hair, a sweet and gentle voice, simple yet elegant clothing, and has become the goddess of many young men in the town. They all vied to give her gifts in the hope of meeting her, but without exception, Ran Yi rejected them all.
However, the siblings were exceptionally close. Wherever Ran Xing went and whatever he wore, there would always be a pendant on his waistband. It was a doll that his sister had given him as a gift on his seventh birthday, modeled after herself. He had carried it with him, missing his sister who had been gone for six years.
The customers in the shop gradually dispersed, and finally, one person arrived. This person was dressed in a black robe, with short hair covering their eyes and a hoarse voice. Upon entering, they didn't say much, just shook their head slightly.
Xiao La Jiao let go of the bowl containing the buns, and it shattered into pieces on the ground in an instant.
"Old Hu, are you sure?" Xiao La Jiao glanced back at Ran Xing, who hadn't reacted yet, then turned back. Old Hu just stood there blankly, accompanied by sighs.
"Uncle Hu, where is my sister?" Ran Xing approached and found that the street behind Old Hu was empty, with inexplicable clear skies and sudden rain.
It seemed that there was no need to say much more; the result was already very clear.
"I couldn't save her, Xiao La Jiao, you..."
Xiao La Jiao also understands what Old Hu means, although tears have already dropped to the ground, he still comes to the back kitchen area with a very calm demeanor, takes out a bag, and hands it to Old Hu.
"It's my fault for not keeping an eye on the child. This package is yours, you've worked so hard for so long and can't go hungry."
"Ran Xing, Uncle Hu has something to tell you... ..."
Old Hu takes the package, squats down, and calls out to Ran Xing.
"Ran Xing, I hope you won't blame me. I couldn't keep my promise to help you find your sister. The road ahead might rely on you from now on."
Ran Xing listened to Old Hu's words, and began to doubt his own ears more and more. It wasn't until Old Hu opened his left hand that the mark made Old Hu feel as if he had seen hope. He thought of the old man's words on the mysterious mountain peak, "The auspicious Qilin, transformed into unique patterns, engraved in the palm. Those who have this pattern..."
But somehow, Old Hu gradually became unfamiliar, and Xiao La Jiao disappeared without a trace. Even the bun shop in front of little Ran Xing turned into a stormy night, only hearing his sister's heart-wrenching words: "Run!"
Listening to Old Hu's words, Ran Xing became increasingly unable to believe her ears, until Old Hu opened his left hand. The mark made Old Hu feel as if he had seen hope, reminding him of the old man's tale on the mysterious mountain ridge.
"Qilin auspiciousness, transformed into unique patterns, engraved in the palm; anyone with this pattern..."
But for some reason, Old Hu gradually took on a strange appearance, and Xiao La Jiao beside him also vanished. Even the bun shop in front of little Ran Xing transformed into a stormy night, and all she could hear was her sister's heart-wrenching voice: "Run!"
Ran Xing finished reading the letter, then looked up at the locked door in front of him. Outside the door, he could faintly hear Xiao La Jiao crying.
Speaking of Xiao La Jiao, she is the owner of the steamed bun shop in this town. Her husband was killed by a creature called the evil spirit while gathering herbs in the mountains years ago. Since then, she never remarried and only has one daughter, who is involved in the Ran Yi.
Ten years ago, at the foot of Taoyuan Mountain, Xiao La Jiao found a boy abandoned and on the brink of death while gathering herbs. He had red hair, unlike anyone else in the town, and strange patterns on his hands. Out of pity, Xiao La Jiao decided to take the boy in and raise him as her own, and that's how Ran Xing came to be.
Soon, the sound of crying disappeared.
However, locking the door was a trick that was easily deciphered, as recorded in the book. As the saying goes, "constant dripping wears away the stone." This is the essence of inch-punching. Recalling what was written in the book, Ran Xing followed the steps of the martial artists in the book, and between inhales and exhales, he exerted force for the first time.
With a bang, the lock cracked open, and the wooden door shook a few times from the violent impact. Seeing that it was effective, Ran Xing continued to attempt to break the door, but ultimately, he was limited by his own abilities. He only managed to crack the lock open, leaving a large fissure, but it remained hanging there, unmoved.
Looking around, he uncovered a staircase hidden under a colorful box. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Xiao La Jiao's flour storage room!
Ran Xing finished reading the letter, then looked up at the door in front of him. It was locked. Outside the door, he could faintly hear Xiao La Jiao crying.
Speaking of Xiao La Jiao, she was the owner of the steamed bun shop in this town. Her husband was killed by a creature called the evil spirit when he was gathering herbs in the mountains years ago. Since then, she never remarried and only had one daughter, Ran Yi.
Ten years ago, at the foot of Taoyuan Mountain, Xiao La Jiao found a boy abandoned and on the brink of death while gathering herbs. He had red hair, a feature never seen in the town, and strange patterns on his hands. Out of pity, Xiao La Jiao decided to take the boy in and raise him as her own, and that's how Ran Xing came to be.
Soon, the crying stopped.
However, locking the door was an old trick, and it was the easiest to break according to the books. As the saying goes, "Water wears away stone," and the same principle applied here. Thinking back to what he had read, Ran Xing adopted the footwork of the heroes in the book and, between inhales and exhales, he exerted force for the first time.
With a bang, the lock cracked open, and the wooden door shook a few times from the violent impact. Seeing that it was effective, Ran Xing continued to try to break the door, but he was ultimately limited by his own abilities. He only managed to crack the lock open, leaving a large fissure, but it remained hanging there, unmoved.
Looking around, he uncovered a staircase hidden under a colorful box. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Xiao La Jiao's flour storage room!
I don't know what kind of magic Xiao La Jiao used, but he actually brought a broken temple bell over and trapped Ran Xing inside, causing a moment of confusion and darkness.
"Mom, what are you doing? Let me out."
Ran Xing assumed the stance of the inch punch, striking the bronze-made bell with each punch. Filled with rage, somehow a blue light enveloped his fist, and a golden light emanated from the mark on his left hand. With the explosive force of the inch punch, Ran Xing was ready to strike.
"It's useless. Do you think you can leave today?"
Ran Xing assumed the stance of the Inch Punch, striking the bronze bell with powerful punches. In a fit of rage, a blue glow unexpectedly enveloped his fist. His left hand's Mark also emitted a golden light. With the explosive force of the Inch Punch, Ran Xing was already preparing to make his move.
"Useless, do you think you can leave today?"
Ran Xing was suppressing his anger while talking to Xiao La Jiao outside the room.
Xiao La Jiao knew he was in the wrong and didn't continue to argue.
"Do you really have to go?"
I only heard the sound of the clock being pulled up, and the glowing Ran Xing inside shocked Xiao La Jiao, but she quickly calmed down.
Ran Xing was stunned. Although his sister was something he had been trying to find, where was she? Where did the person who took her away go after that rainy night? Where should he go next? Currently, this series of questions seemed to have only one answer: unknown.
No matter how Ran Xing continued to recall, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.
"What really happened that night?"
This question left Ran Xing speechless.
Xiao La Jiao watched Ran Xing staring blankly ahead, then walked up to her and hung a jade pendant around her waist.
It was a jade pendant engraved with the Tai Chi symbol, which was part of Xiao La Jiao's dowry when she got married. Once, she and her husband encountered a disaster, and this jade pendant emitted a sudden golden light, dispersing the evil spirit at a critical moment.
This question left Ran Xing speechless.
Xiao La Jiao looked at Ran Xing who was lost in thought, took two steps forward, took out a jade pendant, and hung it around Ran Xing's waist.
This is a jade pendant engraved with Tai Chi, which was Xiao La Jiao's dowry when she got married. Once, she and her husband encountered a disaster, and this jade pendant emitted a sudden golden light, dispersing the evil spirit at a critical moment.
Ran Xing I was stunned. This is my mother's amulet. How can I easily give it away?
Could it be that the time of parting has come?
"Child, take the steamed buns with you. It's a long journey, and if you get hungry, you'll have something to eat and something to remember."
Ran Xing was stunned. This was his mother's talisman. How could he easily give it away?
Could it be that the time of parting had come?
"Child, take the steamed buns with you. The road is long, and when you're hungry, you'll have something to eat and something to remember."
Xiao La Jiao hung a basket of buns on the backpack and handed it to Ran Xing.
At this moment, the mother and son said a lot. It turned out that on that stormy night, the man in the black robe and boots with silver hair walked towards an unknown direction, and the girl he took away was...
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