The mountains and forests are covered with mist in the early morning, and unknown birds cry in the morning sun.

Thousands of feet south of the peak, in the valley at Qingyuan Mountain, and along the mountains and waters, there is a village with smoke rising from the cooking stove, and a peaceful area.

By the river, a group of children gathered together, looking carefully at the person in the distance, and whispering from time to time.

"Who is he?" a child asked in confusion.

"I know, I know," a big kid continued, "I picked it up on the road when Uncle Zhong came back from the mountain last night!"

"Pick it up?" Another child compared the height of the man by the river, and couldn't believe it, "Can such a big person be lost?"

"Who knows! Maybe he's a fool!"

"Ah? Why do you say that?"

"I heard from adults that he doesn't know who he is!"

"That's how it is!"

"What a terrible look!"

"Then you tell me, why did he wear an iron mask!" A little brat with snot bubbles sucked his nose.

"Maybe he is ugly, afraid of scaring people!"

"Don't you think this looks more terrifying?"

“…”

“…”

The iron-faced man looked at the face with half a hideous mask reflected in the water, touched his chin and mouth that had never been covered, and then looked at his fair hands, and suspected that he was a man or a woman.

After watching for a while, the iron-faced man sighed and turned his head to look at the children not far away.

Although he was far away, unexpectedly, he heard what they said before, so he smiled friendly.

What embarrassed him was that the group of children instantly scattered, as if they had seen something terrible and hid behind the haystack in the distance.

The iron-faced man was puzzled and reached out to cover his mask, looking at the uncovered part reflected in the water, and smiled. Although he felt inexplicably ashamed, he still looked very good.

"It's pretty good, what's wrong?"

...

"She smiled so beautifully!" Behind the haystack, a child was still thinking.

"Are Goudan'er stupid? He's obviously a man." The big man slapped Goudan'er's head.

Gou Dan'er touched her head aggrievedly, thinking you've ever seen a man who smiles like a flower?

Just when the iron-faced man was playing in the water, he never noticed that there were two people observing on the short and frustrated Qingyuan Mountain beside him.

One is a middle-aged man with a tiger back and a bear waist, strong qi and blood, and a long sword in his arms. He was standing respectfully behind an old man with a hunchback. The old man looked ordinary and even felt like he was about to die, but the light flashing in his eyes from time to time showed that this man was not simple.

"Is this the one you picked up?" The old man said to break the silence.

"Yes!" the middle-aged man responded respectfully, "I was already unconscious when I met him. I was worried that the news here would be leaked, so I brought him back!"

The old man nodded without comment, "What other situations are there except people?"

The middle-aged man put his hands on the sword he held in his arms and said, "There is this sword!"

A long rusty sword.

The old man hesitated for a moment and drew his sword. He found that it was just a common green steel sword. Apart from the traces of rust, there was nothing magical, so he threw it back with his back hand.

"Have you ever found out whether he has the cultivation level or whether he has the qualifications to practice?"

"Well, I've already investigated it. I'm just an ordinary person. As for the qualifications for cultivation, you know, I'm not good at it!" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The old man nodded and took a step directly outside the cliff and walked towards the iron-faced man. Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly followed!

The iron-faced man seemed to have some awareness, but when he turned around, he saw that there were suddenly two people behind him.

A smiling old man, a middle-aged man with a expressionless face.

I was inexplicably panicked.

The old man carefully sensed the thin person in front of him and confirmed that he was an ordinary person. He greeted kindly: "Hello"

The iron-faced man was stunned for a moment, "Hello!"

After thinking about it, I bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. for saving my life!"

His hoarse voice was a little hot. The old man looked at his smooth chin and fair hands in surprise, thinking that he was so handsome, why was his voice so ugly?

Then the old man grabbed him and walked out of the air and went up Qingyuan Mountain.

He put down the panicked iron-faced man without saying anything, but just quietly recalled his investigation just now.

It was a bit weird, but it still needed further inspection, but he was only slightly involved. "It seems that he is going to trouble him!" The old man sighed in his heart.

"This mask,"

Suddenly, the old man pointed to the iron-faced man's face and said, "Can you take it down?"

"I don't know why, but I feel that he seems to be on my face and can't be taken down no matter how hard it is." The iron-faced man shook his head helplessly. He always felt inexplicably uneasy about this.

"Do you remember what happened?"

The iron-faced man frowned and pondered for a long time, and shook his head.

"Where is the name?"

"Um!"

The iron-faced man scratched his head and said uncertainly: "Bai...bai...wait, let me think about it."

The old man said kindly: "Don't hurry, think about it slowly!"

After a long time, "I forgot!" The iron-faced man was very free and easy, "I only remember that his surname was Bai!"

The old man turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man inexplicably, then turned around and looked at the scenery at the foot of the mountain without saying anything.

The iron-faced man stood there for a while and followed him to see.

On the hillside, the fields are lush and full of vitality and the scenery is pleasant. The water in the rice fields at the foot of the mountain reflects the sky light, reflecting dazzling light, shining brightly in the sun, and is particularly charming.

The iron-faced man was a little stunned and was fascinated by the quiet and distant pastoral scenery.

"Then you should remember what your identity is!" The quiet atmosphere suddenly broke, and the middle-aged man looked at the iron-faced man with a scrutiny.

"Identity..." The iron-faced man's face showed a thoughtful look again. As he thought about it, the iron-faced man waved his hand a little depressedly.

"It's better to call Bai Manchuan, why not green all over the mountains and the mountains!" the old man suddenly looked back and said.

The iron-faced man thought for a while and nodded and responded. However, he caught a glimpse of the sword in the middle-aged man's arms, and pointed at him and said in surprise: "I remember this, that sword is mine!"

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the old man. Seeing that he had no objection, "Then let's play with your swordsmanship!" As he said that, he threw the sword over.

Bai Manchuan stretched out his left hand to take it, and took the sword in his hand with a sword sheath and pulled it into a sword flower.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man nodded. The hand he had just now was enough to prove his ability to control the sword.

"Let you see what a real swordsman is!" Bai Manchuan roared to the sky and rushed straight into the sky. Then he tightened his left hand and held his right hand on the hilt of the sword, making a move to pull it out.

Seeing this, the old man narrowed his eyes. For some reason, although Bai Manchuan acted like this a little stupid, he always felt that the ordinary person in front of him would inevitably be earth-shaking when he set out his sword, but he was obviously an ordinary person!

Although he was puzzled, he still watched quietly.

For a moment, the air was a little quiet. Although it was early in the morning, there was a little more murderous atmosphere. The old man and the middle-aged man held their breath and looked forward to the performance of the ordinary person in front of him.

"Uh~" The old man hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Why did the young master, why didn't he draw the sword?"

Bai Manchuan still maintained the same appearance as before, with a conceited smile on his lips.

Taking a deep breath, coughed awkwardly, and said with a heartbeat that he didn't blush and said, "Don't be anxious, let me brew it!"

The old man was puzzled when he heard this and had never heard of such a thing. "Is it because of something new that he didn't know about in the outside world?" Thinking of this, he immediately looked forward to the performance of the person in front of him.

Bai Manchuan once again held the hilt of the sword forcefully and tried to pull it out. The blue veins suddenly appeared on his arm, the gritted teeth and the sniffled roar in his throat, all of which proved that he had used great strength, but the sword in his hand was still like that, and he had never pulled it out at all.

The old man and the middle-aged man looked at his red neck, feeling puzzled, but he didn't say anything.

After a while, he slowly stopped the movement in his hand, lifted the sword beside him, and said to the old man in awkward and polite manner: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that my master once warned me not to show my martial arts to others easily."

“…”

The old man turned his head again and looked at the middle-aged man, and he knew it.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and said stiffly: "It's okay, it's okay, understand and understand!"

After saying that, the old man coughed, put his hands behind his back, and quickly left, not wanting to talk to this fool again.

The middle-aged man scratched his head, "Well, since your surname is Bai," he said, looking at the iron mask on his face, "Then I will call you Xiao Tie!"

Bai Manchuan twitched his mouth, thinking to himself, what does this have to do with my surname Bai? Could it be that I still have to call me a tyrant when I get old?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the middle-aged man took him down the mountain and shouted in the distance: "Godan'er!"

"Hey!" The voice fell, and the iron-faced man saw a child jumping out from behind the haystack not far away.

"Uncle Zhong, why are you calling me?"

"come over!"

"Here's here!" As he said that, the child ran over, looking at Bai Manchuan with black eyes drippingly. His wandering eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable. He always felt that his eyes were a little shy, but the problem was that you were shy towards a man!

"What's wrong?" Goudan didn't know what Bai Manchuan was thinking, and looked at the middle-aged man with a gaze.

"Ahem, that, I remember there is an empty room at your house. You can take this little Tie to your house!"

"But……"

"What's the point?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, then took out a handful of nuts from his arms, cursed and handed them to Goudan, "That's it, get out of here!"

"No problem!" Goudan saw the nut's eyes lit up, and hurriedly took it, happily put it in his arms.

He pressed it with his hand, looked up and said to Bai Manchuan, "For the sake of this fruit, come with me!"

After saying that, Goudan jumped and walked in front.
Chapter completed!