Baima Town was full of life under the red light of the first day. People were already walking on the stone-paved road. Some were running shops, while others were walking on the main road, enjoying the warm morning light. This was a gentle town full of business, ordinary and lively, but now it was filled with the breath of death. The Ma family, the largest family in the town, was slaughtered without a sound overnight. No one could have imagined that such a tragedy would not be discovered until the next morning. With the exclamations from the backyard, the news spread... In Yuxiu City, the Baixiu Building was crowded with people, and it was really very lively. Two men were sitting in a private room upstairs. One of them was wearing a feather fan and a scarf, like a young master of Yuxiu, laughing and talking. Opposite him was a sloppy man who looked to be about 18 years old. The whitened blue cloth clothes and the several torn cuffs all showed the man's desolation. But the man didn't care at all, and continued to sweep the leftovers on the table and talk about the world. And every time he swept, he would pause for a moment on a wooden sword placed beside his left hand, his eyes would smile more and his tenderness more evident. Even so, it was hard to conceal the peculiar temperament of this down-and-out man, which was quite like the temperament of a rogue. Half a minute later, the cups and plates on the table were almost gone, and only a few peanuts were left on the plate. The down-and-out man patted his slightly bulging belly with satisfaction, continued to pick up the remaining peanuts, drank the Yuhua wine that was poured, and said with satisfaction: "It's really a long time without eating delicacies. My stomach is empty, and I have tasted all the poverty in the world in one day. Brother Sun, thank you very much!" As he said that, he wanted to get up and leave with the sword. "Ah, no, no, no, no, Brother Ren, I heard that Brother Ren is noble, if there is nothing important today, how dare I trouble Brother Ren?" The handsome man hurriedly got up to block his way. It turned out that the down-and-out man's surname was Ren, not his name. Although he had some martial arts, few people knew about it. "What's the matter? Tell me." "Brother Ren, do you know that there is a stronghold called Yingxiong Stronghold on the hill nearby?" The handsome man suddenly lowered his voice. "What broken stronghold? I don't know." Ren Buzai obviously didn't care, but criticized the word "hero": "What a bullshit hero? It's better to call him a bear, which sounds better." "Sh ... After thinking about it, I decided to go and test his mind. So I said to the man, "I'm afraid there's something fishy about this matter. I'll go to the mountain to meet him for a while. You go get some paper and pen, and take a gourd of good wine." "Okay!" The man was overjoyed to hear that, and hurriedly asked the waiter to prepare pen, paper, inkstone, and a gourd of Yuhua wine. Ren Buzai wrote the article, writing it down without hesitation, not at all like before. He folded the paper, took the wine gourd, and took the wooden sword, and left. He only left a sentence, "I'll take care of this matter." Ren Buzai went down the stairs and saw the crowd surging downstairs, which was really spectacular. He couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart: "Why am I so miserable? These people squeeze my firewood-like body, I'm afraid it won't be squeezed out." He sighed in his heart, regretting entering this Baixiu Building, while swimming out through the gap in the crowd. It was strange that although Ren Bu Zai was suffering, he swam freely in the crowd. He even brought the gourd of wine and the long-handled wooden sword, and walked as if there was no one. In a short while, he came out. But it didn't look like he was squeezed out, but like a fish swimming out. It was just like a fish swimming in the shallows, leaving ripples on the water, and a bird flying over the eaves with the sound of the wind. It seemed easy, but Ren Bu Zai was sweating profusely when he came out. Ren Bu Zai wiped his sweat and thought to himself: "There are so many people, if they don't squeeze me to death, they will annoy me to death. I have to eat here and squeeze with so many people, what's the point?" While thinking, he walked towards the tea shop that turned left in front of him. Pedestrians on the road were like flowing water, coming and going; vendors were like katydids, calling non-stop. Such a lively scene would make anyone happy, but Ren Bu Zai was the only one who had no joy. Why? It turned out that Ren Bu Zai liked quietness. If he was in a sea of ​​people, he would feel a little uncomfortable. Although it was not inconvenient, he always felt a little uncomfortable. Although Ren Zai Bu was not walking slowly and his steps were not big, he always seemed to be taking much bigger steps than he should have. So in the eyes of passers-by, Ren Zai Bu seemed to take a step and then flash to land in front, then take another step and then flash to land in the distance. Therefore, wherever Ren Zai Bu walked, pedestrians and vendors all looked at him sideways, as if they had seen a ghost. "Tea!" Ren Zai Bu shouted as he walked outside the door. The people inside the house also responded, "Okay!" Sitting aside, the tea doctor had already served tea and asked, "Young man, you look so glorious today. I think you have eaten and drunk enough, but why did you come to our shop?" "You eat Tang Monk's meat and drink fasting tea. You talk too much nonsense. Really, I won't let you down. Hurry up and bring some fruits and peanuts." As he said that, he took out some silver and handed it to the man, but Ren Zai Bu actually put his hands into the man's hands that were used as a dustpan, and the man quickly put away the silver. If someone stood next to the tea doctor, he would have seen a piece of white paper in the silver. The man shook the silver in his hand, said, "Wait a moment," and went into the room. After drinking for a while, the sun was already three o'clock. The heat was surging outside the door, but there were still many pedestrians. Ren Buzai took the remaining peanuts on the plate, picked up his sword and carried the gourd, said "Excuse me" and went out to the north. In fact, Ren Buzai knew that there was a high mountain to the north of the town, called "Hero Mountain", and there was a mountain village on the mountain, which was the "Hero Village". The two places were ten miles apart, and the scorching sun was merciless, making Ren Buzai sweat profusely and his sleeves wet. He felt the ground was hot when he stepped on his worn-out shoes, and hated the long road in the heat.

Originally a lazy man, today he had to walk ten or eight miles under this hateful scorching sun. With a slight wave of his arm, he felt that there was a pit of fire everywhere, and when he was about to lift his foot, he felt that the world was difficult to walk. He limped along, and walked on. He did not stop even if there was a place to rest under the shade of a tree. But he became more and more angry, and was determined to find the bad luck of the Bear Village when he reached the top of the mountain. Thinking about it, with his extraordinary lightness skills, he actually reached the foot of the mountain at noon. He saw the green trees towering into the sky like pillars, and the streams on the paths were like peach trees. Ren Bu thought to himself, "This bandit really knows how to enjoy himself. He found such a beautiful place with clear water and mountains. The mountains are high, the water is clear, and the green forests are lush and bamboo. It must be a summer resort." He stepped up the mountain. Suddenly, two people jumped out from the bushes on the side of the road. One of them was holding a knife and looked ferocious, and the other was holding a gun and was cruel and brutal. The two people seemed to scare Ren Bu when they jumped out. "Ha!" Three sounds came out at the same time. The two men were surprised: "You lazy guy, what are you laughing about?" "What are you laughing about?" "This is the territory of the Hero Village, hand over your wine gourd and leave by yourself? It's just right for me to satisfy my cravings." The man with the knife said viciously. "That wooden sword looks pretty good, let the brothers play with it, and count it as your protection fee." As he said that, the man with the gun rushed forward and wanted to grab it, but the man was helpless every time he was about to catch Ren. After grabbing a few times, the man rubbed his eyes, looked at the half-smiling man in front of him, and couldn't help but trembled and said: "Brother, we are not running into a ghost in broad daylight, are we?" The evil man with the knife was also scared. Ren Bu Zai couldn't help laughing and said, "Even if I'm a ghost, this damn sun should have made me a ghost among ghosts." The two said in fear, "I wonder which god it is? If he wants to see our boss, I'll go and report it right away." Ren Bu Zai said, "I'll treat your boss to a pot of wine. There's no need to report it, I'll go find it myself." He shook the wine gourd in front of the gun-wielding villain. As he said that, he walked past the gun-wielding villain. The two men were in a state of disaster. They knelt in front of Ren Bu Zai, all with an expression of fearlessness, and kowtowed, saying, "This young man, you are not a great hero, no no no, this grandpa. Please rest here for a while, and let me report it. Otherwise, our lives will be in danger!" When the two raised their heads, Ren Bu Zai was still there? The two villains were stunned at the same time, not knowing what to do. Ren Bu Zai passed the two men and had already reached the mountainside. Although the mountain road is steep, there are tall trees on all sides, green leaves covering the forest, and occasionally a few rays of light shine down, but it is no longer as violent as outside the mountain, but has become gentle and well-behaved. Just like counting cold stars at night, it is really quiet and cool. Walking along the way, Ren didn't let the sweat on his body dry up. He inserted the wooden sword behind his back with his left hand, opened the mouth of the gourd, and drank it in small sips. Then he walked all the way to the top of the mountain. Not far away, he saw several people split into two sides. When they saw the ragged boy coming up the mountain, one of them entered the mountain village, obviously to report. The others stood upright with knives, obviously ready to resist the enemy. The first person shouted loudly: "What are you doing in Yingxiong Village? It's not polite to ask for the mountain guards' notice, right?" Ren Zai Bu laughed and said, "I'm inviting your village chief to have a drink. What notice do I need? Please make way." How could the men not be angry? They rushed to him, slashing with knives and axes, hitting all the vital points; stabbing with swords and spears, hitting all the soft spots on his body. More than ten people surrounded Ren Zai Bu in the middle. After fighting for a few breaths, they didn't hurt him at all. Instead, Ren Zai Bu separated him one by one and just passed through the wall of people. When everyone saw this scene, they knew that a real god had come, so they didn't dare to go forward. The one holding a weapon in the distance asked: "You are challenging our Yingxiong Village alone, but do you know what the consequences will be?" "I'm not interested in talking nonsense with you. Where is your village chief?" Ren Zai Bu suddenly waved his hand and pulled the trembling man next to him and asked. The man was scared, and after being pulled by Ren Zai Bu, he actually knelt in front of Ren Zai Bu. Seeing the humiliation, the crowd was emboldened by the number of people, and they were ready to attack from behind with guns and swords. But Ren Buzai was like he had eyes open behind him. When the tip of the gun was less than an inch behind him, the wooden sword behind him suddenly turned, and he knocked down the stabbing swords, spears, swords and halberds one by one. The man kneeling on the ground was even more frightened when he saw this scene, and he cried out: "Sir, please spare my life. I only do this for a living. Please spare my life for the sake of my mother at home!" He wiped his nose and tears while saying this. "I asked you where the village chief is? Why are you talking to me about these things?" "Village...Village chief..." "May I ask what you want to see Su for?" Suddenly, a voice came from afar, like a surging wave, with a heavy and steady force. Although the voice seemed to come from a hundred meters away, the man walked out of the door slowly before "Your Excellency" finished speaking. Looking at his appearance, he was sharp-edged, handsome and thin. Hearing his voice, one can tell that he has strong internal strength, and is definitely not an ordinary person. The voice came first and then arrived, which shows that this person's Qinggong is also first-class. Ren Buzai couldn't help but admire him secretly in his heart. He didn't expect that a small hero village could actually hide a crouching tiger. As soon as the man surnamed Su appeared, the kneeling man had already rolled and crawled to the side in shame. Ren Buzai looked up and down at the village chief, and the village chief also looked up and down at Ren Buzai. But he saw that the village chief was heroic and handsome, not like the big man with a beard in Ren Buzai's mind. He seemed a little disappointed. "This little brother is so young, but he has already mastered martial arts. I wonder where he learned it from?" The village chief cupped his hands. A pair of sharp eyes stared at Ren Buzai like an eagle or vulture staring at its prey. "What is your surname, Village Chief Su?" Ren Buzai smiled secretly when he saw this, drank a sip of wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and laughed. "Little brother, you really like to joke. My surname is Su, and my given name is He. May I ask what is your name?" Su He smiled with a wry look in his eyes.