Evil Xiaoqi crouched on the side of the cliff rock, and the waves crashed against the stones, setting off bursts of white waves, like large tumbling white clouds in the sky. The moisture soaked his robe, but his black hair was soaked, and his forehead hair was wet against his cheeks, with a cold taste, but the corners of his eyes were bent to accumulate some warmth. The young man was like entering a fantasy world at this time, everything around him lost the meaning of existence, and there was only the ethereal and bizarre knife intent and the perfect condensation trick in his eyes.

The waves hit the reef with a loud sound that destroyed the gold and cracked the stones, shaking Evil Xiaoqi's heart thumping, as if he was about to jump out of his chest at any time, but he squinted his eyes and tilted his head and still couldn't hold back the excitement of the explosion. Because Evil Xiaoqi knew that the real battle began.

That is also a battle that Evil Xiaoqi has never seen, and the real meaning of the battle.

The wide kudzu cannon of the weeping Kou made a whirring sound, and the two cuffs seemed to be filled with water, rising to the point of deformation. The knife in his hand was no longer visible, like a dark phantom. Wielding a soul trembling with ancient sword intent, that kind of sword light is really terrifying.

Evil Xiaoqi read such a book in the early years, and he can't remember the name anymore, it is probably a very old sword book written by the knife clan.

Evil Xiaoqi's eyes widened, and he saw that half of Luo Waikou's face was shrouded in a knife, his eyebrows and eyes flashed with traces like streamers, and he was still ruthless and stubborn, the knife was the demon in his heart, and once it was released, it would have nightmarish power. At that moment, Evil Xiaoqi thought of the ancient map, and couldn't help but secretly admire the wisdom of the Dao Clan's prophecy.

The ancient knife people have an independent and introverted personality and do not like the lively city. Most of them live in small coastal areas, or in the barren and cold desert frontiers. The knife people who are not good at cultivation have their own set of means to make a living, and the craft of forging knives is absolutely breathtaking. In the year 232 of the Great Calendar, there were several good knives that shocked the heavens, which are said to be the masterpieces of the elder monks of the Dao Clan. The sword of the long wave fell into the hands of the Gentiles, and they drank the blood of the warriors of the Dynasty.

So the Son of Heaven was furious, and more than 800 elite people on the iron line swept across the desolate desert frontier and fought until the north of the frontier. Wiped out countless foreign warriors, and the blood stained the Banner River. Recover more than a dozen scattered tribes. and severely suppressed the already low-key knife people.

But this does not mean that the people of the Table Knife have disappeared forever, but just survived in another way. Maybe it's a small merchant and peddler, or maybe it's running around in the bustling city and the rivers and lakes. Like another embarrassing non-governmental organization, the Wolf Tooth Guard, gradually being silenced by the muddy dye vat of the world, no longer daring to have a trace of arrogance, quietly withdrawing from the stage of history.

Evil Xiaoqi had met the elders of the Sword Clan, and it was a depressed autumn. The hoarding of fried goods that had been abandoned for a quarter had been accumulated for a long time, and several old men in the evil mansion discussed whether they should go to the north, where there was a larger market for fried goods, and the demand must be very good. At that time, Evil Bulu was not the head of the evil family, and in order to reverse the decline, he took the initiative to ask to go to Bajiu City, where he was unfamiliar with his life.

Evil Xiaoqi was only about ten years old, and he was caught by his father on horseback and galloped on the official road in the autumn breeze. Many years later, Evil Xiaoqi understood why his father wanted to take him to the north at that time.

The morning was gray, and I couldn't see the people and things in the distance. Old Yang Tou lit a fire on the stove in the outhouse, and the firewood that had been left overnight was a little damp. Stacked in a messy wayway, he leaned out halfway to pick up a few dried elm lumps and threw them into the clay-made improvised scone oven. The flames burst out of the flames, and the burnt aroma of the sesame cakes soon filled the humid air.

In the distance, there was the crisp sound of horses' hooves hitting the bluestone slab, Lao Yang's head was flustered, he straightened up and turned around to look at the gray sky, his nerves jumped in an instant, and his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.

A few horses came in the mist, and the knights on the horses quietly approached the old Yang's head, led by the knights wearing red tassel pointed iron helmets, and wearing fish scales and leaves waist-length Ming armor fur edges. Tie Qing's face was chilling with murderous aura.

"The old gentleman is a local, right? The tone is low and deep, although polite and polite. It's also extremely uncomfortable to listen to, and it oozes a lot of pressure.

Old Yang Tou had been selling baked cakes in this town for some years, and it was the first time he had seen a warrior in such costumes, and he noticed that several of them had golden cloud dragon logos on their chests. I can't help but think of the legendary Jin Yunwei, who is a ruthless character. At the moment, my heart was beating like a drum, and my words were not good: "A few masters, old and decayed... Early in the morning, early, early, just outside this shop, I haven't seen anything, people, "

The pair of hook-like eyes squinted at Lao Yang's head for a while, then turned around and snorted coldly: "The pipeline is a road in your town from the south, and that knife woman is injured, can she still fly?" Search for me, you must search carefully inside and outside the shop." ”

... In another forest twenty miles away from the town, Evil Bulu galloped with Evil Xiaoqi on horseback, and Yang raised a cloud of smoke and dust.

Walking under the big elm tree at the intersection, Xie Bulu suddenly grabbed the reins of the horse and shouted loudly. The horse neighed a few times, and its front hooves raised. The black mane is shiny and shiny, fluttering in the wind like black satin. Evil Xiaoqi was shaken, and his center of gravity was unstable, if it wasn't for his father holding his shoulders in time, he almost fell under the horse.

Evil Xiaoqi soon saw the young woman lying on the ground.

The gray kudzu robe on his body was tattered, revealing a few bloody blood marks, which looked terrifying.

The woman raised her chin slightly, there was no excessive expression on her face, and her eyes were very indifferent.

"This is the Knife Clan, we have been hunted down and killed here, we are out and about, we must not get into trouble. Daddy whispered in Evil Xiaoqi's ear. Evil Bulu hugged Evil Xiaoqi tightly with one hand and protected him tightly in his arms. Grasping the reins with one hand, he turned the horse's head and flew back.

Suddenly, the woman's brows furrowed, her lips pursed, and her body stiffened. This scene was engraved in Evil Xiaoqi's mind like an imprint, and he didn't want to fade away for a long time.

Bypassing the forest, although I ran a little longer, I finally arrived at my destination safely, and found a nearby inn. Evil Bulu tied a bag of good Ming Qian tea and pickled bacon that he carried with him, and prepared to take it as a gift. Tell Evil Xiaoqi that the grass and trees are all soldiers at the moment, and the streets are full of wanted documents from the knife clan, and he must not go out without authorization. When everything stopped, he went out to talk to someone about business.

However, it was drizzling outside, and Evil Xiaoqi looked at the suddenly hazy sky, and couldn't help but think of the knife woman.

"Maybe soon that person will be found and killed by the officers and soldiers. Evil Xiaoqi sighed lightly, thinking that it was also a life after all.

The young heart is filled with simple pity, called by the instinct of the heart. Evil Xiaoqi decides to take a risk to save people.

The blue-gray sky was full of gray rain clouds, dark gray clouds, flying so low that they seemed to be able to catch a piece with a single hand. 35 Assassination

I don't know where the courage came from, the young evil Xiaoqi took out a few silver ingots from his father's bag. I hired a carriage from the shopkeeper and hurried to the woods.

The carriage stopped on the side of the road, and Evil Xiaoqi shuttled through the forest alone to look for it, and finally saw those eyes in surprise under the cover of low vines, still staring at him expressionlessly.

Evil Xiaoqi revealed his intention to the woman and said that he could take her back to the city to heal.

The woman was scarred, but a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. She told Evil Xiaoqi that even if she could escape from this place, she would not be able to escape the pursuit of the officers and soldiers. Anyway, it's a dead end wherever you go, if you really want to help, bring this bamboo to the Elder of the Sword Clan.

Picking up the bamboo knots engraved with complicated retro texts, for a moment, Evil Xiaoqi had an illusion, as if he was completing a sacred mission.

So by mistake, in the spring of the second year, Evil Xiaoqi met the elder of the Sword Clan and obtained an ancient book.

Now that I think about it, Luowee's knife technique is somewhat similar to the "Changhong Sun" of the Sword Clan. It's just that it is more flexible to change, and Evil Xiaoqi looks at the demon who is as bright as a ghost. The weeping face gradually lost its clarity. His limbs seemed to lose his balance, and he muttered indistinct words in his mouth, which was very strange.

Master Tianshui twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and his mouth was still full of words, not moved by the crazy knife momentum at all.

Evil Xiaoqi looked at Luo Weeping Kou's sword intent at this point, slowly fading its edge, and the reckless sword soul was no longer visible after the ten thousand white electric lights passed.

The candle waves were like a sea of clouds churning, and the waves crashed against the rocks, churning and roaring like boiling water in a boiling pot.

The weeping Kou with beads of sweat on his forehead finally put away the knife, and the loneliness on his face overflowed with words and sighed helplessly: "The master is worthy of being a master, and his skills and cultivation are all better than Xiaosheng, and Xiaosheng is willing to bow to the wind." ”

Under the initial pale white light on the horizon, Master Tianyi's face was calm and white, like porcelain and jade, his eyes were deep and shining, and he was silent in the distance, unable to tell whether it was resentment or excitement.

No joy or sorrow, no joy or sorrow.

The figure of the weeping Kou finally turned into a black dot and disappeared into the vast skylight.

Master Tianshui suddenly smiled: "Come out, the absolute learning is not seen with the eyes, but realized in the heart." ”

Evil Xiao Qileng paused for a moment, looking at Master Tianshui's eyes always looking at the distant horizon. Even more unsure if he had found himself, he looked around in horror, but there was not even a bird to be seen around except the sound of the waves and the wind.

When I was hesitating to show up. The master who was as quiet as a virgin and as steady as a rock smiled open-mindedly: "There is no monk in the world for a long time to cultivate the true road." Then it drifted away like a cloud. Leaving an ignorant evil Xiaoqi.

There is no monk in the world.

On the way back to the house, Evil Xiaoqi suddenly realized when he patted his head.

The previous Chen Zi was injured and rescued by the monk, the monk Dharma number can't be called, but in the Buddhist language is difficult or nothing, no monk will be no monk?

Back in the evil mansion, as soon as the evil Xiaoqi stepped into the house, he shouted steamed buns and prepared horses.

A path stretched out from the verandah at the side door, and the evil Mu'an in the hall happened to hear the sound of the evil seven shouting. The nerves in his face twitched involuntarily as if they had been pricked by needles.