Tianhua City, located three hundred miles north of the Taihang Mountains, is not very prosperous here, perhaps because of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, but there is a wind of using swords. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Literati and writers wear swords, and heroes only carry knives, which has always been clear.

In Tianhua City, it is not like this, literati and inkmen wear swords, heroes and heroes also wear swords, and even bullies who are rich and unkind and do many evils are also like this.

It's just that the literati and inkmen treat each other with the courtesy of a gentleman, the heroic knights treat each other with kindness and righteousness, and the bullies and ruffians treat each other with murder.

Out of the city, it is an ancient road, connecting the official road outside the ten rites, which can also be called a short road.

The four seasons here are distinct, the sun sets and the moon rises, which have remained unchanged since ancient times.

It was late at night again, Tianhua City was slowly closed, and the last person to leave the city walked out of here.

It was a scholar, he looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in white, his face was handsome, and a little pale, his weak body seemed to be blown down by a sudden gust of breeze, and the funny thing was that he had a three-foot long sword on his back in addition to the package, and it was a wooden sword.

The sky was dark, but fortunately, the moon was like a round mirror, very bright, illuminating the way forward.

He walked and stopped all the way, and his physical fitness was extremely poor, and he had to catch for a while every time he walked.

Finally, unable to hold on, he panted weakly, looked at an ancient tree on the side of the road, and prepared to go over and rest.

The scholar walked over slowly, did not sit down, but took out a piece of cloth made of fine silk from his back package, spread it on the shallow grass, and then gently untied the wooden sword on his back, carefully placed it on it, showed a pale smile, and said to the wooden sword: "Brother Jian, the place is simple, adrift, only you are willing to accompany me!" When I find a good place to stay, I will study the way of a gentleman with you! ”

The sword was silent, and the answer was Xi Xi Night Breeze.

The scholar didn't care, so he sat under the big tree, let out a faint moan of his life, and slowly fell asleep.

Not long after, in the Silent Tianhua City, there was a person dressed in black, sneaking over the city wall, absconding out of the city, extremely fast, as soon as he landed, he popped out like a sharp arrow, rushing towards the nearby ancient road!

He was holding a sword in his hand, but it was cold and terrifying, full of coldness, stained with colorful blood stains on the top, under the moonlight, a little more demonic, and a slight smell of blood wafted in the air, it can be seen that this is a ruthless person who lives on the knife edge all year round.

He ran all the way, making sure that no one would chase him again, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood relaxed, but inadvertently, he saw a towering ancient tree, huge, surrounded by five or six people.

Slightly tired, he walked over quickly, and was about to take a break, but found a young scholar in white lying here.

He unveiled the black masked scarf, his appearance was rough, and there was a scar on the left side of his face, which looked hideous, and he was stunned for a moment when he saw the scholar, and then he showed a ruthless color, and shouted at him: "Where did the stinky scholar come from?" Hurry up and get out of the way! ”

The sound was like thunder, which exploded in the scholar's ears, and the latter suddenly woke up, and when he saw that it was a wicked man with a murderous face, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency?" ”

"Am I your dad or, hurry up and get out of my son!"

The wicked man scolded him, the long sword in his hand, shining with coldness, it was a murderous sword!

Seeing him so arrogant, the scholar did not flinch, but said angrily: "You wicked people, you do all kinds of evil all day long, oppress the people, kill people and set fires, you are too domineering!" ”

"Huh!" When the wicked man heard this, he looked at his thin appearance and sneered: "You are a stinky scholar, and you dare to teach me a lesson? Believe it or not, I can kill you with a sword! ”

The long sword in his hand shook slightly, and in the moonlight, a cold glow was reflected, and seeing that there was also a wooden sword beside the scholar, he said with a smile: "Let's do it, let's fight, if you can block my three moves, I will let you go!" ”

"No!" The scholar frowned and said, "My friend won't kill people easily!" ”

"Friends?" The wicked man was shocked when he heard this, pointed to the wooden sword on the silk on the ground, and said cautiously, "Is it it?" ”

"That's right!" The scholar straightened his chest and said in a deep voice: "You villains, who rely on a little ability all day long, kill people and set fires, do all kinds of evil, and sooner or later you will die under your own sword!" ”

"Stinky scholar, you are looking for death!" When the wicked man heard this, he was furious, and he raised his sword and slashed at the scholar.

At this moment, the scholar's frightened soul flew away, but he still held his chest up, did not dodge or dodge, and shouted loudly: "You thief, it's useless to kill me, sooner or later you will be punished!" ”

Seeing that the long sword was about to cut his head, the scholar closed his eyes in fear and waited for the moment of death to come.

I didn't think about it, there was no reaction for a long time, and then a sudden miserable howl woke him up, and the scholar opened his eyes and was immediately stunned!

I saw an ink-black long sword suspended in the air, emitting inky black gas, stabbing a bloody hole in the wicked man's body!

Before the wicked man died, his eyes were still full of disbelief, and finally he fell on his back with a "bang"!

"Buzz!" The ink-colored long sword let out a cheerful and soft roar, which shook the eardrums, and the scholar couldn't help but cover his ears, his face was painful, and he fell back to the ground, almost breaking the wooden sword!

"Who are you?"

The scholar fell back and looked at the inky sword with a look of horror.

The ink-colored long sword let out an eerie laugh, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm a sword soul ghost, and I'm here to kill all you humans!" ”

"Why do you want to kill us, we don't know each other!"

The scholar is a person who loves swords, even if he saw this scene, he just got used to it a little, and he began to become curious, and said, "You saved my life just now!" ”

"Save you?" The sword soul resentful spirit laughed and said, "I'm killing people, not saving people!" ”

"Yes, it's killing!"

At this time, a young man in white walked out from the other end of the ancient tree, with a calm expression and a handsome appearance, it was Ye Bai, who spoke for the sword spirit.

The scholar was a little surprised, then looked at the black ink sword and asked, "Are you going to kill me?" ”

"Huh!" When the sword soul resented the words, after a pause, the ink-colored long sword involuntarily deviated, and said: "I promised that kid that I would only kill one person a day!" ”

"Really? Are you so honest? When you go down the mountain, I can hear you say that you can kill as much as you want! Ye Bai opened his mouth and mercilessly stimulated the sword soul resentful spirit: "It's okay, I can't stop you, you can do it at any time!" ”

The latter said angrily: "I have the final say, I don't want to kill him today!" ”

Ye Bai waved his hand and signaled that it didn't matter: "You are with this scholar, tomorrow at dawn, kill him, and after that, it has nothing to do with me where you go!" ”

After speaking, Ye Bai turned around and left, no longer caring about them.

For a while, under the moonlit night, beside the ancient tree, only the dazed scholar and the jet-black sword remained.