The boy held the sealed gun in exchange for his own life, and he thought that if he held the gun, he would hold the whole troubled world.

"Quick! Hurry up! Arms straightened! ”

The man stood in the corner with his hands clenched into fists on his chest, with a cold face, looking at the swaying young man's body in the courtyard, frowning, and shouting loudly.

The scorching sun hit the side of the boy's face, and the drops of sweat were already blinding his eyes, and he tried to blink his eyes, but to no avail.

His arched legs were no longer half of sensational, the arm holding the knife was also swinging violently, his body was stiff and sore, and he suddenly wanted to faint in place, but it seemed that something was missing.

Basking in the summer afternoon sun, the towering ancient trees nearby are hanging green leaves, the cicadas chirp one after another as if playing a grand ensemble, and the whole world is silent in the ears of the young man, without a trace of movement.

"Wouldn't the simplest flat thorn? Where does the strength of the waist go? Look, where is the tip of the knife pointing? ”

The man only glanced at it cursoly, and his face was already cloudy, he had never seen such a stupid student in his life, and the simplest one was to turn his waist and flatten the spur for three days without putting on a general appearance.

Even though he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, he straightened up, walked over quickly, and slapped away the long knife in the young man's hand, his face was extremely gloomy, and he roared angrily.

"I ......"

The young man only felt a huge force in his hand, and knocked off the long knife he was holding, and his stiff and floppy body could no longer hold on, and he only heard a thud and collapsed on the ground like a landslide.

"You can't hold a knife, what knife do you learn, what knife do you practice!"

The man in black saw the young man's downfall, and his anger rose three feet in his heart, and he shook his sleeve robe and knocked away the long knife on the ground, and his tone was cold.

"You've been just a beggar all your life, it's my Wang Xiu who made a mistake!"

The young man trembled and stretched out his hand to wipe away the sweat that was still rolling down his forehead, with a miserable smile on his face, rubbed his sour eyes, looked at the teacher who threw himself away, and then looked at the long knife that was blown into the corner, and bowed his head and was silent for a long time.

"Giggles, you, you're just a beggar, how can you be like an insect turning into a butterfly and flying on a branch!"

The young man laughed quietly, with endless bitterness and sadness in his laughter, his eyes were long and far-reaching, and his fingers on the ground made a few deep marks on the ground.

The sunlight hit the boy's thin back, leaving a slender shadow on the ground, and the boy lowered his head and remained silent, hiding his head in his own shadow.

The man sitting cross-legged in the shade under the tree glanced at the man who was slumped on the ground and struggled to get up to pick up the long knife, and whispered in the courtyard The young man who practiced flat stabbing looked lonely, and gently stroked the long object wrapped in black cloth in his hand, muttering to himself.

"The hundred-year-old warriors have been reduced to ashes, and now there are only me and you left, wandering around the world, being hunted and fleeing all day long.

What was once such a glorious organization, how can you say that it is gone, like a pavilion built with sand, when the wind blows, and when the rain rains, it is gone, and it collapses! ”

The man raised the object wrapped in black clothes in his hand and stared obsessively, as if he was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world, "If you really have a soul, then tell me what I can do to pick up our lost glory and return to our homeland one day!" ”

The man held the black cloth wrapped in both hands, staring at the white clouds floating in the sky in a daze, and the continuous killing for many years suddenly quieted down, the man only felt a little bored, but the road ahead was slim and he didn't know where to go, and he couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"Thorn, thorn, ah!"

The young man held the long knife in both hands, his body writhed awkwardly, his eyes scorched with a burning light, and he gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

"Not enough, not enough, fast, faster!"

The figure of the young man in the courtyard moved slowly as if it had been filled with lead, which was a symptom of the last strength of his body, but the young man still bared his teeth and roared, and even though the scenery in his eyes had begun to rotate, the young man still swung the blade with all his might.

"Boom!"

In the eyes of the man, the talented and dull young man finally waved the long knife with difficulty, the angle was still wrong, and then the whole person fainted heavily in front of the ground.

The man couldn't help but sigh, got up and walked to the young man's side, wanting to take the fainted young man back to the house to rest, but when he reached out to take out the long knife in the young man's hand, he found that the blade had not moved, and the young man had already held the long knife in his hand, even when he fainted, he did not let go of his strength.

The man paused, shook his head and smiled for a long time, picked up the boy with a knife and took him back to the house.

When the boy woke up again, the moon was already high, the breeze was blowing, and the man was sitting in front of the fire with his back to him, motionless.

"Teacher, did I faint?"

The young man looked at the long knife in his hand, lifted it gently, and slowly walked to the fire and sat down, but when he leaned over, he only felt that his whole body was extremely sore, and he couldn't bend down for a while.

"Well, I'm exhausted and fainted!"

The man took down the dough from the fire and handed it to the boy who was rubbing his shoulders, and the boy moved his eyebrows, covered the flatbread and blew on it twice, and then began to swallow it heavily.

"Teacher, where are you from, you haven't told me yet!"

The boy gobbled up steaming flatbread and asked vaguely.

"Far away!" , The man's figure was stunned, and he said as plainly as usual.

"Teacher, what did you do before, a ranger, or a soldier who joined the army, the teacher is so powerful, he must be a general!"

The young man seemed to choke, picked up the water bladder on the side, raised his head and drank several sips, and let out a pleasant lip smacking.

When the man heard the young man's words, his face was stunned, his originally cold gaze became softened, he looked up at the stars twinkling in the distance, and sighed in a quiet tone, "I am a samurai, a samurai with glory!" ”

The young man showed an envious look, looked at the man beside him, looked abruptly lonely, and muttered, "The teacher is so good, but his students are very bad." ”

"My knife is the first knife technique of Da Zhou, and it's actually normal that you can't learn it!"

The man raised his eyebrows, glanced at the young man with a depressed look, but he didn't know how to comfort him for a while, just touched the object lying horizontally on his lap, paused for a moment and said.

When the young man heard this, he sighed again, his expression was a little gloomy, but he saw the stick-like object wrapped in the black cloth on the teacher's leg, and for a while the young man's curiosity was aroused, and he asked suspiciously.

"Teacher, what's that thing wrapped around your leg? I always see you holding it. ”

The man looked down at the appearance tightly wrapped in black cloth, first frowned, and then his expression changed, but his originally calm face was faintly excited, and his eyes were also a little solemn and remembrance, and he said in a low voice.

"It's a weapon, a weapon that everyone wants, a weapon with a soul!"

"How can a weapon have a soul?" , The young man said with an incredible expression, with his mouth open.

"He is unique, and he is the masterpiece of the ancestors of Ruishi!"

The man gently stroked the black cloth, and there was a high respect in his tone.

The young man straightened up, his head was closer, his eyes were a little excited, and he couldn't help but say, "Then, teacher, can I take a look at him?" ”

The man frowned and was about to refuse, but he thought of the great world again, and the glory of Ruishi was already a thing of the past, and the young man in front of him was stupid but also his own student, and he should also belong to Ruishi, and he should also see this holy relic, and then smiled faintly and untied the layers of black cloth.

A spear was exposed to the cold moonlight, it was a seven-foot-seven-inch spear, and the black blade glowed a faint dark gold in the moonlight, like a bronze star in the sky.

There were no fancy spear tassels, twisted tigers wrapped around the neck of the spear, and the nine-inch spear blade was like a half-cut sword.

The refined wrought iron has been wrapped nearly two feet and five inches in front of the barrel, and the rest of the barrel is exposed to the red sandalwood color of the barrel.

This is a gun with a special shape, dignified and solemn, like a calm tiger.

Tiger Roar, its name among the Sharps, is a blood-soaked weapon of steel, length, and center of gravity that can easily pierce through triple iron armor in a single stab.

Looking at Jiuzhou, only the most skilled casting master has spent several generations of painstaking accumulation and half a lifetime to polish and forge, in order to condense such a profound killing machine on a piece of stubborn iron.

This is the weapon that all the samurai are eager to obtain, and it is the pinnacle of the weapon, it is rumored that Master Ouyang Zi used the spring thunder to forge it when he opened the front for this divine weapon, and finally fed the furnace with himself, and the gun rang for more than three days after the attack.

It is an evil spear that is said to give birth to a soul of its own, so that whoever holds it will involuntarily go crazy, and eventually become a madman who only knows how to kill.

He was built by the first generation of Ruishi, went through circulation, and finally was refound and taken back by Ruishi when Emperor Zhou became emperor.

The young man's eyes were blazing, looking at the quiet gun in the moonlight, he had never seen such a charming weapon, as if at the first sight of it, he was captured, as if someone was whispering in his ear, he was distracted and stretched out his hand.

"Touch it, don't be afraid, touch it."

Just as the man couldn't stop him, the boy had already grasped the handle of the gun.

The boy trembled and reached out and caught the handle of the gun.

A terrible burning sensation suddenly poured into his body, as if to do it

Burst his veins. The boy roared with all his strength, and in an instant, life returned to his body, his blood was full, and his voice was as powerful as a dragon.

The spear roared itself in the moonlight, not the roar of metal, like a giant primeval dragon standing behind the boy. In an instant, the king was above the world.