The wind swept through with a slightly moist gas, and the sky in Los Angeles seemed to be snowing, it was already March, and it was the season when a hundred flowers were first waking up, but this Los Angeles was still immersed in winter, like a bear that refused to wake up and hibernated. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You have to fight with all your might, those who fall with the blade are defeated, and those who fall into the ring are defeated, begin!"

A middle-aged man lowered his hands behind his back, the thumb of his left hand gently rotated the agate ring on his other hand, and when his indifferent words fell, the air around him seemed to become even colder.

The knife-wielding man moved back slightly, his legs tensed suddenly, as if he had been tightened on a bowstring, and his four fingers slowly swept over the handle of the knife, tightening violently.

It was a silvery-white knife, the blade glowing faintly in the cold wind, and the dragon's head twisted on the handle seemed to be roaring against the dull sky. It was an extremely heavy knife, dignified and cold, like a wolf staring at its prey in the snow.

Hidden Dyeing Sword, this is its ancestral name. The body of the knife is stained with blood for many years, and the steel, length, and gravity are all perfectly matched. A warrior's slash is enough to shatter the heavy armor, and looking at the whole world, only the "Xuangong" clan can cast a piece of dark iron into a heavy knife that hides the killing machine.

The sword-wielding opponent knew the power of the sword, and he remained cautious. Slowly changing his position, the nearly three-foot ancient sword pressed into the scabbard and did not move, the hand holding the hilt of the sword kept turning, making it impossible to see his intentions, and the chaotic footsteps gradually spread out on the ground.

"Tick, tick" The sound of rain hitting the tiles brought a trace of cold to the land, and this sound also suddenly broke the silence of the two.

The knife bearer bowed his legs and leaped, and the big knife slashed sideways, and the sound of the wind breaking made people feel as if the wind had been cut by the blade. Tiny raindrops sliced across the blade and splattered into smaller droplets.

The sword-wielding's eyes changed slightly, but in an instant, small raindrops splashed into his chestnut eyes, he blinked extremely quickly, and his heart was cold, and the sword was suddenly pulled out by him and made a "whoosh" sound.

"Bell"

This moment was enough for him to block the oncoming sword, the roar of the tiger hit his eardrums, the sword wielder felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, his scarlet eyes looked directly at the knife wielder, violently blocked the big knife, there was no backward momentum and no change, he stabbed forward.

It's a stab with all your might.

The air drifted through the blade with tiny raindrops, and the vapor seemed to make the sword even colder.

"Bell"

A crisp and hurried sound sounded, followed by a "clanging", and the sword-wielder's long sword suddenly left his hand, piercing the ground like a bow and arrow off the string.

"You're losing again! You're so anxious. ”

The knife bearer put away the big knife, glanced at the ugly man, and silently turned around to leave.

"Xiang Yiming, you don't have a mother's teaching, what if you win against me?"

Seeing that the other party was leaving, the man who had just held the sword twisted his trembling hand, and roared out with a sense of panic in his tone.

The other party's footsteps paused, the knife in his hand trembled slightly, the sword bearer's tone paused, and he regretted what he said just now, he turned around and looked at the middle-aged man behind him with pleading eyes.

"Ming'er, you won, Li'er has been stubborn since childhood, you don't want to have the same knowledge as him. After saying this, he glanced at the young man who twisted his hand hatefully.

"I've won again, uncle!"

After saying this, the young man named Xiang Yiming jumped out of the ring without looking back and walked slowly.

After listening to the young man's words, the middle-aged man looked a little displeased, bent down with small steps, picked up the long sword that fell on the ground and handed it to the young man called Li'er, glanced at Xiang Yiming's back, and remembered the scene just now, the strength of the long sword was not at all what a fifteen-year-old young man should have, and the indifference under the dark blue eyes made people shudder.

"Your hands were shaking again. The middle-aged man lowered his head and looked at the thirteen-year-old child beside him, and said with a little doting in his tone.

"Dad, I looked into his eyes again!" The child named Li'er touched the knife in his hand and glared at Xiang Ming hatefully, with a slight self-reproach in his tone.

"It's okay, one day you defeat him, and you can fight in all directions. The middle-aged man patted the child's head on his side, took his hand, and jumped out of the ring: "Go to the library to read." ”

"Yes"

When the two walked away, the young man named Xiang Yiming suddenly turned around, his dark blue eyes seemed to have a touch of envy, and he looked at the backs of the two of them blankly, holding the handle of the knife in his hand and making a "quack" sound.

Until the rain was empty, and he was the only one left. He didn't seem to remember his father and mother, but silently let the drizzle drift on him, soaking his thin robe, and watching the backs of the two disappear into his eyes.

No one saw him anymore, he looked up at the dreary rain drifting from the sky, felt a slight moistness in his eyes, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang", and then he slowly spread it on the ground.

He let go of his hand, there was a crack in his tiger's mouth, the blood slowly flowed out and dripped to the ground, he gritted his teeth and smiled, ripped off the cloth on his robe and silently tied his hand, a few leaves with cold air floating above his head, he brushed it with his hand, picked up the knife on his side and stood up, and then tilted his head, like a lifeless stone statue.

He is a member of the Xiang clan, and the surname that used to be majestic, was annihilated under the wheel of history with the fall of the Zhou State.

His parents were also buried in the ground with the glory of the empire in the "First Battle of Makino", and in that war, his entire family was left alone, and it was also Zhao Wuke of this Yue Kingdom who rescued him in the war and took him captive to this cold Yue Kingdom.

He was five years old.

Since then, he has lived in Zhao Wuke's house, the two are called uncles and nephews, Zhao Wuke has taught him swordsmanship and spearmanship in the past ten years, and all the soldiers should know that he has given it to him.

"A hit, a hit!" Xiang Yiming muttered, spread his hand and shook it again: "It's a pity that I am a finch in the hands of others after all, and whether I can fly high is a question." ”

A low laugh came out of his throat, he closed his eyes and stood in place with a knife, lowered his head and walked along the deep alley, the rain became heavier and heavier, swallowing the laughter of this young man with the unique cold of the Yue country.

The back of the young man grew smaller and smaller in the bleak rain, and a woman of about fourteen years old stepped out from behind a pillar under the eaves, dressed in a light red dress, delicate and luxurious. Her bare arms were wrapped in a thin plain veil, her complexion was pale, her fingers were slender, and her chest was slightly squirming, and it could be seen that she was still a child.

There was still a faint childishness on her face, her apricot eyes were dyed with water vapor and looked at Xiang Yiming who was gradually walking away, she stood there quietly, like a beautiful picture in the hands of a painter, the wind pulled up her hair, she turned around and slowly left, her back looked a little weak.

She is Zhao Wuke's daughter - Zhao Qingya.