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Mist, white mist.

There was a familiar bamboo hut in the mist.

There was a teenager in front of the hut.

Since the governor of the young man, he has practiced swords in front of the house, practicing swords for eight hours a day, and the thunder cannot move.

There are only eight wind chimes under the eaves that accompany him every day, and the rhythm of the wind chimes is different depending on the wind every day.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, wind chime sounds.

When a teenager is tired of practicing knives, he will always look at these eight wind chimes in a daze, and there will always be wind chimes in his ears.

The wind chime is his friend, the wind chime can understand his knife skills, and the wind chime can understand him, as if it is.

He is lonely, and the knife is also lonely, the eighty-eighty-sixty-four road soul-boosting knife has been practiced by him to the extreme, and no one in the same realm can catch his knife, but he is still not satisfied.

He still practiced hard every day, over and over again.

He was afraid that if he stopped, he would fall into disgrace and not know what to do.

Eight years have passed, and it has been like this for years, months, and days, which is boring but interesting.

Until one day, a woman who played the piano came here and played the Baxuanqin.

No matter what kind of wind blows, how the rhythm of the eight wind chimes changes, the woman's piano sound will always fit the rhythm of the eight wind chimes, and it will be one and the same.

From that time on, the hours of the boy's sword practice began to plummet, from eight hours to seven hours, six hours, five hours, four hours, three hours, two hours, and one hour.

Slowly, the boy stopped practicing knives, only listened to women play the piano every day, and only watched eight wind chimes every day.

The sound of the piano and the wind chimes fit together perfectly.

Since then, the boy's knife skills have been different.

The boy forgot the 64-way knife technique handed down by his family, and only remembered the sound of the eight wind chimes, the tone of the eight strings, and the knife technique was only eight styles.

On the day when the eight-style knife technique is practiced, the wind and thunder are broken.

Even the boy himself couldn't believe it.

His father Zhao Hao once commented that this eight-style knife technique is a magic knife, the first four knives and the last four knives are a heaven and a earth, a knife is stronger than a knife, and the terrible thing is that this knife method can capture people's hearts, and those who are hit by the knife seem to have heard the sound of wind chimes, and they die inexplicably.

"Kuo'er, you have to remember that this knife technique should be used with caution, this knife technique has a demonic nature, you don't want to lose yourself......"

The sound of my father's advice seemed to be in my ears.

The eight genolins do not stop, and the sound of the piano is bleak.

Then there was a gentle voice in his ear, "Brother Kuo, there is a war on the front line, are you going, will you come back?"

"I'll be back. ”

……

"I can't come back, take care of yourself. ”

The boy was killed by ten thousand arrows.

……

It's like a dream.

Bai Zewu woke up from a dream, his eyes were sour and he wanted to cry, and his back was full of cold sweat.

"Are you awake?"

When he opened his eyes, in front of him was the old hairy face of Divine Doctor Xue with a mean smile, and his hands were full of gauze.

Bai Ze sat on the bed, his face was pale, he couldn't cry, and the corners of his mouth were hooked subconsciously, but he wanted to laugh.

Doctor Xue said: "It's hard to have me, otherwise even if you can kill the Black Crow Daoist, you will have to hang up yourself." ”

Bai Ze smiled, didn't say a word, and laughed very ugly.

Doctor Xue said: "I didn't expect the wind chime eight knives to be so powerful, it makes sense to call you the first in the sword technique among the sons of the family back then, but you have crossed a big step to kill." It is said that you used three knives to kill the black crow Taoist, but in fact, there are only two knife techniques, one move is drawn from the bottom up, the first knife blows the bell, and the second knife, the sound of the piano starts, but it is the knife method that jumps up and splits. I remember that the third knife seemed to be called the bell and the ringing, and the fourth knife was ...... The fourth knife, have you ever made a fourth knife?"

Divine Doctor Xue said that he also gestured with his hands, but there was a sense of joy, "Do you know the history of qi refining in the past few hundred years, and there are only two people who can kill the peak masters of the star state during the foundation period of qi refining. One is the Sword Monarch, the twenty-two road treading cloud swordsmanship, even the clouds. The other is the Demon Lord Chu Fei. ”

Bai Ze still smiled, without saying a word, and his expression was dumbfounded, as if he was not interested in Doctor Xue's words.

Divine Doctor Xue sighed again: "Actually, the masters of this era are far less powerful than those of our era, the avenue of this era is lacking, and it seems too easy to advance, you must know that in that era, I had no talent for martial arts, so I fished for three days and dried nets for two days, and I even practiced to the peak of the star state by relying on the scattered tricks in my memory." ”

Bai Ze's eyes changed, and he looked at Divine Doctor Xue strangely.

Divine Doctor Xue was stunned and said, "Don't you know yet?"

Bai Ze shook his head gently.

Divine Doctor Xue said: "Time has changed, and when you advance to the star state, you will find a difference. ”

Bai Ze gathered his mind and asked, "What time is it?" ”

It was dark outside the window, this house was not his own home, but a strange room, the furnishings were very luxurious, but it was very quaint, it should be Xue Shenyi's own private residence.

Doctor Xue said: "You have been in a coma for two days and one night, and now it is dark again. ”

Bai Ze sighed, and took out a blue and white porcelain wine jug filled with the blood of the enemy from his chest, "That is to say, the day after tomorrow is the time for the funeral, and at that time, I will sacrifice my dead uncle with the ancient rites of Zhao Guo, this is my greatest respect." ”

Sprinkle the blood of the enemy before the grave, and the dead will have the peace they deserve.

*******

The day of the funeral, the day of sending my uncle away.

Grandpa doesn't cry anymore because the tears have dried up these days.

There is a kind of pain called mourning is greater than heart death, and the white-haired person sends the black-haired person.

Uncle's cemetery was really provided by Yang Xiu, and he also came on the day of the funeral, Bai Ze smiled at him.

Laugh at the grudge!

Hatred between men is sometimes so simple that women can't always understand it.

For a few days after the burial, the atmosphere in the house was strange.

Grandpa is now sick and basically lives at home, and basically everything that can be sold at home has been sold by Bai Ze, except for beds and some daily necessities, it is really a family with four walls.

Grandpa couldn't speak, but Bai Ze didn't say either, the two of them were busy with each other, and they didn't say anything to each other.

Bai Ze always insisted on cooking for his grandfather, although he didn't do it well.

Although the residual poison in the grandfather's body has been removed, the poisoned body has been destroyed after all, and he has the sequelae of not being able to speak.

There is no way around Western medicine.

Doctor Xue is really powerful, Ning Fengliu is a family heirloom, Bai Ze still believes in him.

Xue Shen has been conditioning in pharmacy for a few days, but his grandfather can pronounce it, but he can't speak clearly, and he stutters a little.

Doctor Xue said: "At present, it can only be like this, I am not an immortal, I can't make something out of nothing, it's good to be able to do this." ”

Bai Ze didn't say anything either.

Master Li is very good, he comes to see Bai Ze from time to time, and sends a lot of necessities to Bai Ze's family, Bai Ze doesn't want it, but Master Li is a hard fortress.

The two always play Go and are considered chess friends.

Bai Ze didn't like to be favored, so he wrote out some of the literary classics of his time in the past, which are now solitary or unfound, and then gave them to Master Li one by one.

Master Li always regarded it as a treasure, and gave too much, but he didn't accept it, so he bought it from Bai Ze at the price of 100,000 yuan.

I don't know if Bai Ze took advantage of Master Li at this price, or if Master Li took advantage of Bai Ze.

The value of this thing is for people, just like the water pattern green dragon pendant, no matter how expensive it is for mortals, it is valuable, but for monks, it is rather than exchanged.

Some things can only exert the greatest light and heat when they are put into the hands of those who really need them.

There is no other person in the family, so Master Li and Doctor Xue often come to visit the door, and there are many doors, but Doctor Xue is not doing much, but Master Li is temporarily living in, and it is not comfortable to stay in a hotel.

Master Li is much older than his grandfather, but he always likes to chat with his grandfather and talk about some parents' shortcomings.

Halfway through, Chen Hu of the public security came once, wearing a suit and leather shoes, but he wanted the formula of Baihua Brew, saying that once this is quantified, it will be money, and he came to Bai Ze to talk about cooperation.

Bai Ze just smiled and pointed at Divine Doctor Xue who was basking in the sun on the side.

Doctor Xue didn't know what to say to Chen Hu, but Chen Hu ran away in a gloomy manner, but Bai Ze gave this gluttonous ghost a bottle of Baihua Brew funny.

It doesn't matter if this bottle is given away, but it spreads in the Public Security Bureau, every time a banquet is for guests, Chen Hu is like bloodletting, pouring out a little bit for others to taste, so that he waits for others to be surprised and envious, and then Chen Hu no longer pours it to others, but pours himself and drinks, exhaling the fragrance of flowers, which makes people salivate, beat his chest and can't get it.

Although Baihua Brew is not openly sold, there are always people who come to Bai Ze to buy Baihua Brew, Bai Ze ignores it, but the director and deputy director of the Public Security Bureau want to go from him.

Every day is always like this, boring but interesting.

Bai Ze stayed at home for a while, and his grandfather just spoke sharply, but he asked Bai Ze to go to school.

Master Li also followed suit, saying that he always had to learn at a young age.

At this time, Doctor Xue laughed and laughed very happily.