(for @星空 Jiageng)

Everything has to pay attention to a sense of ritual.

The sense of ritual is gone, or it is less, and things will become sour.

The little carpenter walked Xichuan for more than half a year, measured most of the mountains and rivers of Xichuan Province on the soles of his feet, saw countless faces along the way, and made some friends, some of them were very low, just like the well-off people in northern Shaanxi who taught him to sing Xintianyou, and some were very mysterious, just like Li Mengsheng of Nantong Prefecture who had just been sent away a few days ago......

These people, these things, have become the little carpenter's precious life experience, and have become his own practice.

And now, he will start another experience, such a process, should not be placed in such a shack area where sewage flows cross-flowing, and debris is full.

In case of a conflict, it is difficult to catch up, and the place is small, and it is easy to injure others by mistake.

Although the people here are poor, they cannot meet the food and clothing, and their lives are as cheap as mustard.

But the little carpenter didn't want anyone to be harmed.

Cherishing, even revering life, is also a practice.

Half an hour later, the Yang Mansion under the night looked a little dim, after all, the owner was more economical, and the oil lamps in the night could be saved, except for a few main places with bright lights, most of the other courtyards were already black-lit, and they could only rely on the moonlight, barely looking.

Several figures, like ghosts, climbed up the courtyard wall, then slid down again, and then touched towards the backyard.

They go up and down for a while, as if they were in a no-man's land.

Soon, the four black shadows had arrived in the backyard, their faces were all covered with black cloths, the two of them occupied the side wall, the two of them walked to the middle of the courtyard, and a long knife slipped down, one left and one right, and rushed quickly towards the main wing.

As they were about to rush to the door, suddenly a torch appeared in the courtyard, and then the caretaker rushed out of the room.

It turned out that Boss Yang felt that this place was dangerous, so he arranged for the nursing home to keep vigil here.

The two sides just collided.

However, the two of them had obviously expected it, and the man on the left stepped forward with an arrow, and the ghost head knife in his hand was raised mercilessly, and slashed towards the leading courtyard.

Swish......

The sword light swept by, but a head rose into the sky, blood splattered all over the ground.

This frightened the rest of the guards hurriedly retreated, and shouted warnings, the lights in the room turned on and off, someone jumped out of the window of the west wing, trying to run from the side, but the person standing on the side wall immediately reacted, jumped down directly, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at the person who rushed to the front.

Clang!

Seeing that the man was about to succeed, a cold light stood in front of the man.

The little carpenter arrived in time to block the man's fatal blow, and then the cold snow knife waved, three or two times, but with that "spinning" force, the opponent's dagger was picked away.

The dagger flew up and landed on the ground with a clatter, and Boss Yang, who was rescued, shouted in surprise: "Mr. Gan!" ”

The little carpenter turned around, nodded at Boss Yang, and said in a low voice, "Protect yourself." ”

With that, he held the knife in his backhand and pounced on the guy who attacked Boss Yang.

Staying behind the broken wall, it is naturally a master, this person's dagger was suddenly picked up, but suddenly turned around, but pulled out a soft sword from his waist, his hand shook, the soft sword was straight, like a swimming dragon, butterflies flying, constantly fighting, as if ten thousand points of starlight, all fell in front of the little carpenter.

The man's face was covered, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his eyes were as sharp as lightning, and his sword was fierce and fierce.

When the little carpenter saw this, he was not alarmed, but a little excited.

The other party didn't run away, obviously he had made up his mind, he must kill Boss Yang, and he still had the confidence to deal with him, so the little carpenter was also tense at the moment, and the long knife was swung up, and he slashed twenty-three times in a row against the colorful soft sword.

Each knife fell on the power point of the opponent's soft sword, making the opponent suffocated and difficult to cast.