Kill people, kill ghosts, you are born to do it!

The knife is cut in the hand, and when it is cut off, there is a way out

But what about knives?

"Teacher...... I don't have a knife ...... yet."

"Silly boy! It was the first person to have a knife, and there was no knife when there was a person! ”

"Oh...... Got it! ”

"Let's go if you get it!"

"Hmmm......"

……

"Hey, hey, Zhou! What happened to you? ”

Gao Ziming couldn't understand why Zhou Yan suddenly started talking to himself, and now he walked towards those ghosts by himself. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Zhou Di! What are you going to do? Hey, hey, hey! ”

No matter what Gao Ziming called, Zhou Yan didn't have the slightest reaction, as if he had fallen into evil.

There was obviously no one by Zhou Yan's side just now, why did Zhou Yan still seem to be talking to himself as if someone was around.

Shangguan Xunqing only relieved his breath a little at this time, barely got up from the ground, and then gave Gao Ziming who was beside him a hard blow.

"Gao Ziming! What do you shout! Didn't you feel that the spirit of Brother Yang Zisang was here just now? ”

Then his gaze turned to the small building behind him.

"These people like to do things! Tut-tut......"

The conversation between Gao Ziming and Shangguan Xunqing was just a breeze for Zhou Yan, and the breeze gently drifted through his ears, could anyone hear what he was saying?

At this time, all that sounded in Zhou Yan's ears was the howls of those filthy ghosts. What appeared in Zhou Yan's eyes was only the hideous appearance of those filthy ghosts!

Zhou Yan raised his right hand, but his hand was empty.

Countless years ago, when the first human ancestor raised his hand, that hand was empty.

So the first human ancestor picked up a stone, a stone or a bone, and that was the earliest knife in his hand!

Zhou Yan didn't go to pick up the stones, because he already had a knife in his hand.

This knife is very common, very ordinary, very unique, very rare.

For example, a kitchen knife for cutting vegetables, a meat knife for chopping meat, a boning knife, a peeling knife, a machete, a long knife, a short knife, a large knife, and a small knife...... Even scissors in the hands of female workers, razors in the hands of barbers, scalpels in the hands of doctors, brick knives in the hands of cement makers, sickles in the hands of peasants......

There are many, many knives, but in the end they are all one knife.

It's the rock that was picked up in the first place, whether it's a stone or a bone.

A slender knife in Zhou Yan's hand, the blade of the knife is black and slender, with the lines of mountains, rivers and plants, and on the sheath of the knife, there is also a inscription.

Die young!

The mourners are those who died young, those who sacrificed their lives for the country, those who died, those who were once alive but have died!

A man dies and is still a man!

Ghosts are also ghosts when they live!

"Filthy ghosts! Death! ”

The long knife is either chopping, or obliquely chopping, or picking, or piercing, cutting melons and chopping vegetables, such as flowing water!

Countless imps disappeared under Zhou Yan's knife, but countless imps came more and more!

But the more the little ghost came, the more comfortable Zhou Yan's heart became.

The more goblins you slash, the sharper the knife becomes.

It used to take two or three cuts to kill one, but now it only takes one. Even after a while, two or three were taken away with a single sword!

The imp is still like a tide, showing no signs of abating.

But Zhou Yan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he had never been so awake in sixteen years.

"It's so sharp, it's such a killing knife intent!" Shangguan Xunqing closed his eyes and carefully comprehended the scene of Zhou Yan's killing of ghosts.

"Scholar...... Zhou died...... Is it drunk? Gao Ziming couldn't get used to the bloody scene in front of him, his face turned a little pale, and he thought about it for a long time before asking timidly.

At this moment, Zhou Yan's face is red, his sweat is as big as a bean, and he is like drinking alcohol, isn't he drunk?

Shangguan Xunqing nodded with a smile and said, "Yes!" Isn't it filled with new wine? ”

Looking at the scene in front of him, the smile on his face became stronger, and he said: "The ancients used the Book of Han to drink, but today I can use Zhou Yan to kill ghosts into poetry, wonderful!" ”

After that, he really chanted the poem, saying:

Ryoma flower snow hair, golden saddle Wuling Hao.

Autumn frost cut jade sword, sunset pearl robe.

Cockfighting is a multiplication, and Xuan Gai is high.

The bow destroys the Nanshan Tiger, and the hand is connected to the Taihang Tiger.

After drinking, compete in style, three cups of treasure knife.

Killing ghosts is like cutting grass, and the drama Meng travels together.

Angry to go to Hangu, join the army to Lintao.

After a hundred battles, the Huns fled.

returned to make the wine smell, and refused to worship Xiao Cao.

Shame into the original constitutional room, absurd and hidden basil.

When he started singing, he couldn't help but clap his hands and applaud: "Good, good!" Li Taibai's "White Horse Chapter" and Zhou Yan's ghost killing really complement each other, wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"Roar!" An angry roar suddenly sounded, and it turned out to be the one-eyed ghost just now!

"Evil beasts! Can't wait to die? Shangguan Xunqing also shouted to him, "It's just a fantasy condensed by Brother Zisang, and he really thinks of himself as something!" ”

"Roar!" The one-eyed ghost was furious, and his big hand slapped Shangguan Zhuoqing like a mountain and a sea, vowing to slap Shangguan Zhuoqing into a ball of meat paste.

"Scholar! What should we do? It's all your fault! So much to say! Gao Ziming, who was young, kept yelling, and when he looked like that, he almost cried.

Shangguan Xunqing was very calm, and said with a smile: "This is just an illusion, although there will be pain, but it won't cause us much harm......

Before Shangguan Xunqing's words were finished, the big hand had already arrived!

"Ahh Gao Ziming's screams were a little heartbreaking.

"Okay, okay, there's nothing ...... at all" Shangguan Xunqing wanted to continue to joke, but at this moment he suddenly stopped.

There was nothing wrong with the two of them, not because all this was an illusion in front of them, but because there was a person before the big hand.

Zhou Yan still remembers that night, in front of the big ghost. There is also a person in front of him.

Although the person was no longer there, Zhou Yan never felt that she had left.

Zhou Yan was also in front of this big ghost, just like that person.

Teacher Zhang...... Hello! ”

We only met yesterday, but we haven't seen each other in a long time!

Zhou Yan's knife is burning!

Countless clusters of flames flickered on the blade, as if countless dancers were dancing on the tip of the blade.

Their dance is done in pain, but their dancing is beautiful!

"Is this fire?" Shangguan Xunqing was already shocked by the scene in front of him.

The great ghost, in such a glorious way, perished, was reduced to nothing in the flames.

Gao Ziming was almost speechless: "This ...... This is...... This is a general-level ghost......"

As soon as the big ghost is gone, the hundred ghosts dissipate.

The sky is clear and translucent again.

Zhou Yan carried the thin knife and stood in the sun.

All around, a piece of Qingming.

There was a flame on Zhou Yan's knife, which shimmered brightly in the wind and light.

It is also in this wind, light and flame that Zhou Yan is independent.

Like a dancer, like a king.

Shangguan Xunqing murmured in a low voice:

"There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years!

Yunxi, Zitong, Dongli...... We'll be able to rest ......."