The wooden house beside the river.

The world is full of mortals. More than that, there are many people who aspire to join the sects and academies in order to become the immortal practitioners in the mortal population.

At the edge of a small town in the Land of the Small World, there was a small river with crystal clear water.

Many plants and animals have settled here to reproduce.

At the edge of the river, there was a wooden house built with wood, although the wooden house was simple and even a bit shabby in the eyes of the rest of the people. But inside it lives a young man, a young man who has only seen his parents once since he was a child.

Every day he went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables, went down to the river to catch fish, and lived happily. Occasionally, a few old men would enter the cabin to accompany the teenager for a few days.

The teenager's name was Liu Renjie. But just can be heard from the mouth of those few old people, the town's people will not make things difficult for the teenager, but also not too much to see him.

The teenager is fourteen years old this year, although young but has seen all kinds of people.

In a few months, he will leave the cabin to join a nearby clan, just because a few old people said that his parents had also practiced there.

The teenager would lament why his parents had abandoned him here to fend for himself, only to be lectured by a different old man more often than not.

Today was the first day of the month, the night of the full moon.

Liu Nongjie sits alone on the lawn thinking about joining the sect in the future, thinking about being able to be able to find traces of his parents in the sect, thinking about the secrets that the old man told him after he became a cultivator, and even more so, thinking about what he should do if he does find his parents.

A moment, the old man inside the door shouted nonjie into the house do not catch cold. The old man saw nonjie enter then opened his mouth and said: "small nonjie ah, after most months you will leave here, grandpa Chen gave you practice sword spectrum cultivation how ah."

Nonjie nodded his head and said that he had been practicing this sword manual in the recent days, but he was still curious and asked why there were only basic sword techniques in the manual but no other sword techniques to learn.

Elder Chen gave a kind smile and said, "The world's sword techniques and sword manuals are all created from the basic sword techniques, if you can't even do the basics, how can you practice the sword. "

Nonjie had already gotten used to Chen's strictness, he smiled and said that there are only fourteen basic sword techniques: draw, lift, stab, point, crash, chop, slash, hang, cloud, strike, chop, cut, tease and press. If he can create the fifteenth kind of sword art is not even the creator.

After hearing this, Chen Lao silently looked at Nonjie and thought for a while before saying: "Creating basic sword techniques is not an easy thing, the basic sword techniques you are practicing now include fourteen kinds of swordsmanship, which is already good. This is still something I accidentally found when I was young and chopping wood."

Nonjie revealed his surprise upon hearing this, so the ordinary sword techniques he practiced every day in his eyes were actually so powerful. It was no wonder that Nonjie thought so, he lived in a remote area from the town all year round, and it was only in the last few years that he learned about cultivators.

Subsequently, he vowed that he would learn all the sword arts before attending the sect screening so that he wouldn't lose Elder Chen's face.

Elder Chen laughed heartily after hearing this and pushed Nonjie to the dining table to eat.

After finishing the meal, Chen Lao said that he would be leaving in a few days and was not sure if the other old men would be able to come back in time. He hoped that Nonjie would take good care of himself and continue practicing his basic sword skills.

In the morning after the night, Nonjie started practicing the sword without stopping, although he had heard of other weapons such as swords, rulers, guns, fists and even pens. However, he still believed that he should cultivate the Way of the Sword as his main focus, with the rest being supplementary. Whenever he gripped the sword, he felt that his mind was relaxed and any worries could be dissipated.

It did not move for time, but only for cultivation.

Once the sword art cultivation was complete, he planned to go into the mountains to pick vegetables. Going into the mountains was almost a daily task for Nonjie, whether it was picking wild vegetables or hunting, he was comfortable with it.

The mountains also distinguished between outside and inside the mountains. Outside the mountains, there were usually only ordinary animals, and the more vicious ones were only carnivorous. But inside the mountain was a different scenario, with most of the demonic beasts that could only be killed by cultivators. Occasionally, there would be some demonic beasts outside the mountain, but they were all mild demonic beasts.

After organizing his tools and bidding farewell to Elder Chen, Nonjie took the sword that Elder Chen had given him and entered the mountain.