The sword light and sword shadow are the bridges in martial arts novels, if according to normal logic, they should not appear in front of Chu Feng.

In those boring classes thousands of years later, he was also addicted to the words of Jin Gu Huang Liang Wen, and even when he first came to the Northern Song Dynasty, he also fantasized about whether there was internal strength and light power here, and in this era, whether there were stories worthy of special books such as Guo Jing's Shou Xiangyang.

He had even inquired about these things, but the results were naturally unsatisfactory.

The dream of learning to fly the eaves and walk the wall and discuss the sword in Huashan was shattered, but fortunately, the gathering of water and Liangshan was always true, but it did not have the atmosphere and arrogance as in later novels, although I did not see it with my own eyes, but from the mouths of people related to the imperial court such as Xiao Ting, it did make Chu Feng feel a little boring.

In the end, the war is all about one knife and one shot, there is no hundred steps through Yang, there is no chic spirit of ten thousand troops taking the head of the general from it, and there is no indifference of "killing one person in ten steps, leaving no line for a thousand miles" in Li Bai's "Chivalrous Journey".

If cold weapons are viewed in the eyes of later generations, there is always a taste that makes people indescribable, and it can even be extended to a romantic feeling, which probably explains many people's obsession with swords.

But people living in this era in the north don't need to be idle and have a nostalgic feeling for the ancients in front of swords, guns, swords, and halberds. This is the same as the people of later generations who can't express too much emotion in the face of the mobile phones that everyone has. Things that are too ordinary always make people subconsciously take their attention away.

This was the day before the sudden appearance of the knife light in the alley, on this day, He Junhao, who had never noticed the weapons at home, looked at the dagger on the table, and stood aside in a stunned daze for a while.

"Son of a bitch! If you don't do things well, you can't do it, and if you blame it. I won't help you carry it! Get out of here! ”

There was a sound of angry scolding in the inner room of the room, and He Junhao could almost think of his father's thunderous appearance in his mind.

With this scolding, there were also subordinates who ran out of their hats and urinated.

He Junhao's father's subordinates blushed at this time, with a mixture of resentment and self-blame. When he saw He Junhao, this person didn't forget to give him a salute.

He Junhao just wanted to say something. There was another sound of broken porcelain in the room. The subordinate was frightened, did not dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly ran out of the gate.

Looking at the back of that person, He Junhao didn't have too many feelings in his heart, such a picture, he had been watching it since he was a child, and he was already numb.

He had always been ashamed of having such a father.

The Kyoto garrison sounds like a good official position, but actually. It's just a thing that even eight or nine civil officials can call and drink.

The imperial court's emphasis on literature and light on military force is not as simple as casual talk.

In a place like Tokyo City, where there are many imperial relatives and dignitaries walking the streets, the Kyoto garrison is more like a small official who serves the officials everywhere, and in the days of swallowing his anger, he will still be ridiculed and sneered a few times, making the whole person's day dull and irrelevant.

There is no sun today.

Because it's raining outside.

The rain is heavy rain, not a downpour. But the noise was so heavy that it was impossible to ignore.

The subordinates who fled like a rout. Because he was in too much of a hurry to escape, he didn't have time to close the door, so the rain blew in with the wind, and a few drops of fluttering silk fell on He Junhao's face.

The heavy rain in the scorching summer has poured the heat over the entire city of Tokyo.

But this kind of rain poured on He Junhao's heart. But it only made him feel colder and colder.

With a blank face, he stepped forward and closed the door. With a clear creak, the rain was much quieter.

"Who's out there?"

Father's voice came from within, and there was anger in his tone.

He Junhao is no longer as afraid of his father as he was when he was a child. Because he has understood that his father is really just a paper tiger. After provoking anger from the dignitaries outside, he ran to his house to vent his anger on the women and children.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he hid under the covers and listened to the voices of men abusing and women crying in his parents' master bedroom. Those memories are like ghosts, haunting forever in the dead of night, forever lingering.

Walking into the inner room, He Junhao looked at the smashed wine jug on the ground, and said lightly: "I'll call someone to clean it up." ”

"It's you."

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, almost pungent.

The father frowned and glanced at He Junhao, looking at the other party's expressionless face, and the unhappiness in his heart became more and more serious.

"Did you win it back?"

"What?" He Junhao was puzzled and raised his eyes slightly to look at him.

"Didn't you say that you lost to that person named Chu Feng in Fan Lou? Now that more than half a month has passed, have you won it back? The father was disgusted to repeat what he had said, and his low voice betrayed exasperation.

He Junhao's brows gradually furrowed. He took a deep breath and stopped his desire to turn around and leave, and kept his voice calm: "What I said, calligraphy and painting are not martial arts competitions, and it is not easy to judge the superior. ”

"Huh!" Father sneered very disdainfully, "Didn't you lose to Chu Feng in Fan Lou?" Now that everyone in Tokyo knows about it, do you still want to bluff me? ”

The middle-aged man waved his arms, his eyes were wide open, and anger loomed: "You were born by Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu has eaten more salt than you have eaten!" You little rabbit, you think you can fool me? Don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't understand anything without reading! Phew! I shouldn't have listened to your mother and sent you to read that bullshit book! I couldn't pass the imperial examination, so I went to learn painting again! Now, hehe, let's see, in the end, there is still nothing, even his mother's body and bones are weak, and he can't take the military job if he wants to! It's just a little rabbit cub who can't do anything, and it's hard for your deceased mother to treat you as a baby! ”

"Shut up!"

He Junhao couldn't hold back any longer, rushed forward and grabbed his father's collar, eager to bite the throat of the man in front of him with his teeth.

"You beat my mother to death! She has worked hard for you, served you all her life, and you dare to mention her! ”

"Hey!" The father sneered, a sneer flashing in his eyes. This is He Junhao's most unbearable gaze, "The little rabbit cub dares to bare his teeth with me?" However, it's a pity......"

The man, who had practiced good martial arts since he was a child, moved his hands slightly, and without even lifting his buttocks, he twisted He Junhao's wrist and imprinted a kick on his chest.

He Junhao fell out, poofed to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

It was so dark in front of him that he couldn't see anything clearly. My head was buzzing, and I couldn't hear anything.

The father stood up, sneered twice, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"You're just a defeated subordinate of Chu Feng, either go and win against him, or admit defeat. It's just a simple thing, you're such a big person, can't you still understand this kind of thing? Don't always dangle in front of my eyes when it's okay in the future, I feel ashamed to see you. ”

I couldn't see the face above my head, only a vague outline similar to my own face, and a low voice with a violent atmosphere.

He Junhao felt that some of the accumulated emotions in his chest were blocked there, and he couldn't express them.

Chu Feng.

He thought about these two words, and the accumulated aura was like a black cloud in the sky outside, gathering more and more.

Chu Feng.

He read it in his mind, and something was spreading upwards from his chest, engulfing him.

Chu Feng ......

He Junhao didn't know how long he had been lying on the ground, and that feeling of darkness and dizziness had finally left him. He scrambled to his feet, remembering the dagger he had seen on the table outside.

Clutching his chest, he dragged his two stiff legs out, and with his trembling, almost uncontrollable right hand, he picked up the dagger and carried it into his arms.

He hasn't been out for half a month.

He didn't dare.

After the incident in Fan Lou, he almost ran away.

Because he saw that painting, Chu Feng's painting, like that...... Well, it's a height he will never be able to reach.

Hey, what a ridiculous thing that's about.

He Junhao grinned, leaking an ugly smile.

He worked hard all his life, but he still did it after all. He is inferior to others, inferior in origin, and inferior in talent. So he retreated to the second, he believed that God rewarded hard work, he practiced like a life, and worked hard, but it has come to an end...... In the end, he is still inferior to others.

Never as good as others.

Never as good as ...... Chu Feng.

Only...... Chu Feng.

That's not to say. If Chu Feng didn't exist, the problem would be solved?

He Junhao found a light in the rain, and the light in front of him was so bright, brilliant and brilliant.

He began to feel a faint sense of excitement, feeling that he had found a way forward.

This direction made him a little daunted, but also a little excited, he clenched the dagger in his hand, feeling the coolness of thought through the scabbard, and his heart was about to move.

He spent the night with the dagger in his arms and his eyes open. Then I got up and stepped out of the house for the first time after what happened in Fan Lou.

He Junhao's hands were a little trembling, so in order to stop this trembling, he went to the restaurant in the early morning.

He drank a lot of wine, and drank it for a long time, and this drink reached noon.

He Junhao, who was drunk and drunk, finally put his heart down, found the mansion of Fan's Mansion from Fan's Calligraphy and Painting Shop, and finally found Chu Feng's trace after asking a few people on the side.

He Junhao looked at the back and suddenly felt very innocent.

Obviously, you didn't do anything wrong, you did everything very well, you Chu Feng, why did you suddenly appear and come to stir up the situation?

Innocence turns into grief and indignation, grief and indignation turn into resentment, and resentment turns into murder.

This process, as it turns out, does not take much time.

The alley passes leisurely past the shadow of the guest, and it blows down, and a little cold light appears. (To be continued.) )