The prince is very fierce

During the Xuanhe period, Zhujia Jianmen in Youzhou.

At that time, the Sword Master wished Chou Shan his fiftieth birthday, and people from all walks of life gathered in Shanggu County. The knights who were waiting beside the official road were crowded together, watching a knight with a prominent reputation in the world riding his horse and whipping past, their eyes full of longing and yearning.

The Zhu family in Youzhou is as rich and famous as the Lu family in Qingzhou. They face each other from the north to the south. They are the two most prominent Jianghu families in the area.

In order to celebrate Choushan's birthday, the heads of the Tang family and Yanqi Villa personally came to visit. The Cao family of Junshan and the Lu family of Donghai also sent their nephews. The scale of the celebration was no less than that of a prince.

Outside the sword gate, the eldest son Zhu politely welcomed many distinguished guests. The sword master Zhu Choushan was in the village, chatting with old friends in the world.

On the hillside on the side of Zhuangzi, there is an old osmanthus tree. Under the tree, you can have a bird's eye view of the entire Jianmen.

Zhu Liu, who was still young, stood side by side with his wife Guo Shanrong under the big osmanthus tree, looking at the jagged buildings below.

The Zhu family is a family of swordsmen. In the past, they had a three-legged relationship with the Cao and Lu families. Now, with the sword master Zhu Coushan, they have dominated the world for a generation, and only a handful of people can compete with them.

As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog sons. Among Zhu Coushan's sons, the eldest son is stable and the second son is diligent. But these qualities are easy to have a place in the world, but they are far from enough to make further progress.

If you want to ride on top of the world and have a bird's eye view of all living beings, to put it bluntly, you only have to pay attention to "God will reward you with food". Only geniuses favored by heaven can reach heights in martial arts that ordinary people cannot reach. It is difficult to rely solely on diligence and perseverance. Make up for the inherent innate gap.

Zhu Coushan has reached the top of martial arts, and he understands this truth that may make ordinary warriors despair, so he has high hopes for Zhu Liulang. When he was three years old, he made up his mind to prepare the family inheritance. The sword was handed into Rokuro's hands.

Maybe it's because those who are favored are always confident. People with extraordinary talents often have more out-of-the-box ideas.

It's just like Xu Buling obviously has a lot of talent, but all he thinks about is a girl. Zhu Liulang has hardly ever taken the "right path" as long as he can remember. He learned a set of Zhujia swordsmanship and was still messing up at the age of twelve. Instead, he followed the knights in the world and learned a lot of marksmanship and swordsmanship, and he even boasted about it. said:

‘Swords are for women, men should use swords and guns’.

As a contemporary sword master, it goes without saying how Zhu Coushan reacted when he heard these words. He was reluctant to fight, and being reasonable was not the style of a sword master. In the end, he could only drive this unfilial son out of the house. When did he figure it out? When will you come back?

Zhu Liulang might have been spoiled, and he had a bad temper at that time. He even contradicted the sword master's father:

"You are getting old, and you have lost your ability to learn swordsmanship and magic. I will not be able to learn any good skills from you. When I become famous, you will have to beg me to come back..."

Then he was beaten out.

From then on, Zhu Liulang never returned to the Zhu family. He kept his name anonymously and wandered around like an ordinary wanderer. Then, like most of the wanderers, he met a pleasant person somewhere in a certain year. girl.

The two people were in love with each other, committed to each other for life, and found a place with the most beautiful scenery to settle down.

As for the heroic words when going out, I have long forgotten them.

Today I wish Coushan a fiftieth birthday and wish Liulang back, just because my wife is pregnant and I feel that I have to tell my parents about such a big thing.

But today there are many guests in Zhuangzi, including many familiar disciples of the same generation.

Zhu Liulang stood under the osmanthus tree and hesitated. He didn't know whether he should go back to tell his father the good news at this time. He was a little worried that his hot-tempered father would kick him and his sweetheart out in public, which would probably lead to another quarrel.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the round and plump Guo Shanrong looked at the endless building complex with her hands on her hips and said with a smile:

"Rokuro, our baby will definitely like this place when he grows up. Is that old man with the white beard my father-in-law, the great swordsman?"

Guo Shanrong is a little chivalrous girl in the world, who also uses a sword. She obviously admires her father-in-law very much. She chatters, but her eyes are very reserved, and she is a little afraid to go down.

Zhuangzi was full of guests, and Zhu Coushan and the guests were enjoying themselves, as if nothing was missing because of the loss of a son.

Zhu Liulang stood under the osmanthus tree. After struggling for a long time, he still walked down the hillside without moving, shaking his head and saying:

"Shan Rong, when I ran away from home, I said I would come back after becoming famous, but I ended up being too busy traveling around the mountains and rivers with you and forgetting to practice martial arts. If I go back now, I will definitely be looked down upon. Otherwise, in a few years, we will be a family of three Come back together, dad might be happier..."

Guo Shanrong came from a poor family, and he was too embarrassed to worship the contemporary sword master. Especially now that there were so many famous heroes and heroes in Zhuangzi, he had already become frightened. Hearing this, he nodded quickly:

"Okay, let's come back in a few years... But we agreed to let the sword master pick the baby's name. We can't wait until the baby is older. What should we do?"

Zhu Liulang looked back at Zhuangzi, who was brightly lit like daylight, with lanterns and colorful decorations, and was very happy. He thought for a moment and said softly:

"Let me choose a name. It's called 'Zhu Dashou'. It can be regarded as a name at home..."

"Wish you a happy birthday...it's so unpleasant to hear. What if it's a girl..."

Guo Shanrong shook his head quickly, touched his slightly bulging belly, looked at the century-old osmanthus tree behind him, and smiled:

"Call it Zhu Manzhi. It's suitable for both men and women. Let's come back when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms on the branches. We can also tell the baby about the origin of the name..."

"Yeah... that's okay..."

Zhu Liulang nodded, thought for a moment, and in order to leave a proof, he drew his sword and carved a line of small characters under the big osmanthus tree:

‘Zhu Manzhi, the eighteenth-generation grandson of the Zhu family in Youzhou, got his name from this tree. Zhu Liuliu. ’

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Five years later.

The manor, which was once full of distinguished guests, was now filled with smoke and desolate.

Under Jianmen, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The officers and soldiers drew their swords and drew their crossbows, surrounding the huge Zhu family manor, staring at it covetously.

Nearly a hundred members of the Zhu family and apprentices armed with weapons set up simple bunkers in the courtyard to defend it.

On the hillside, the old osmanthus tree has grown a little bigger, and the small characters on it have also become bigger.

After three days of bloody battles, he killed more than 700 enemies, but Zhu Choushan, who was still not stained with blood, held his ancestral sword ‘Tai’ and stood under the dense osmanthus tree, looking a little absent-minded.

At the bottom of the hill, Zhang Xiang, the chief officer of the Detective Department, Lao Yi and three hundred wolf guards were a hundred steps away. Tang Jiao of the Tang family, Yin Tong, a retainer of the Cui family, and others were holding weapons as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Zhu Choushan, you are already at the end of your strength. If you surrender, the emperor will still show mercy. If you disobey again, you can run, but the whole family of your Zhu family can't run away..."

Zhang Xiang's scolding with a bit of fear came from the bottom of the hill, and was blown away by the gentle mountain breeze.

Zhu Choushan's long white hair moved with the wind, and the sword in his hand was as steady as a mountain. He seemed to be oblivious to the noise of a group of ants.

Unfortunately, the world is too big, and the rivers and lakes are too small.

One person's strength can shake the mountains and the mountains, but it is difficult to shake the world.

Under the imperial power, everyone is an ant. Even Zhu Choushan, who suppressed the entire generation of the rivers and lakes, knew that the land under his feet had come to an end. Whether he surrendered or not, the Zhu family would be removed from the world from now on.

Looking at the line of small words on the tree trunk, Zhu Choushan's eyes became clearer. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little fortunate, fortunate that he had driven his most beloved son out of the house. Otherwise, the Zhu family would have no descendants from today.

"Manzhi... a good name..."

Standing in front of the handwriting left by Liu Lang at some unknown time, Zhu Choushan thought for a moment, raised the sword to erase the line of words, and then carved it again:

'Three thousand miles across, the sword shocked millions of people, today it is dead here, the grass is broken and still has roots, it is a blessing.

Don't worry about this vengeance, human power is limited, and God's will is like this, it cannot be avoided. '

After writing, Zhu Choushan shook the sword lightly, and once again killed the sea of ​​soldiers under the hillside...

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Ten years later, it was still under the old osmanthus tree.

Zhu Liu, who had regained the title of Sword Saint, was alone, like Zhu Choushan, holding a long sword, his hair moving in the wind, staring at the line of words that had grown a little bit longer.

The Zhu Family Manor at the foot of the hill had long since turned into a ruin. The seals affixed by the government were tattered, most of the houses had collapsed, and a few ragged beggars gathered there.

The entire Zhu Family only had a Jianmen Gate that had stood for hundreds of years, standing alone in the wind and snow. Occasionally, there would be wandering knights who came here to admire its reputation, and then left in disappointment.

"It is God's will, and it cannot be avoided..."

Zhu Liu knew that this sentence was left for him, asking him not to seek revenge, to live well with his wife and children, and to leave a legacy for the Zhu Family.

In this regard, Zhu Liuru did not listen to his father's words as he did when he was driven out of the house in the past. His eyes were as sharp as a sword and he shook his head gently:

"The hatred of killing my father is irreconcilable. If the blood debt is not repaid with blood, how can I live in this world with dignity!

What if you are the emperor? Even if I, Zhu Liu, overturn the sky, I will let you rest in peace in the underworld."

After saying this, Zhu Liu turned his head to look at the people in the Eagle Building below the hillside and raised his hand:

"Let's go."

"Yes."

The more than ten masters of the Ying Building immediately turned their horses and galloped towards the Tang family in Youzhou...