The sun is high.

The young man rode his horse and galloped, the sweat dripping from his cheeks mixed with the wind and dust on the way, turned into spots, crooked, and fell on his immature face, and the sunburn after healing was like a piece of dark red moss, which was very clear.

Fortunately, he was relatively dark, with a dark face, and a layer of oil shining in the sun, which was difficult to see if he didn't look closely.

Pursed his lips from the dry hair.

The boy tugged at the reins and came from the edge of the sky, which was a dry riverbed, convex on both sides, concave in the middle, and the cracked earth was like a bloody mouth on his lips, and the traces of the water flowed were hidden by the wind and sand in the middle of time.

On both sides of the riverbed, there are two steep stone walls, and the weathered surface has left many holes, from which the whistling wind passes, bringing bursts of ghostly whimpering and howling, and those who listen to it shudder.

But here, it is one of the few places in the desert that can shelter from the wind and rain, the junction of the desert and the Gobi, not only wild beasts, yellow sheep can come, wolves can come, but also people, some outlaws who hide in Tibet, commit crimes, set up enemies, can only hide in these inaccessible wilderness, avoid the limelight.

There are really people.

Outside the hole, there was a fire, green smoke, a leg of mutton, and a few unkempt men, tearing half-cooked meat, and eating wolf.

The young man's face slowly changed, he looked at the knife standing next to the group, the smile on his face was gone, and the secluded forest under his eyes was like a cold ghost fire, slowly dismounted, and touched the bone chopping knife on his waist.

"Where did you come from, little brute, get away, annoy your grandfather and me, be careful to chop you!"

Someone scolded impatiently.

The young man was a little embarrassed, but he was not panicked and helpless, but cunning like a wolf, ruthless like an embarrassment, and the two ghost fires under his eyes seemed to be swaying between light and extinguish with the change of his body.

Then, he drew his knife.

"Zheng!"

The bone chopping knife, which was originally used by the butcher to divide the meat and chop the bones, has a thick back and a wide face, the back of the knife is bent downward, the blade is wide, the blade is bent upward, and the tip of the knife is prominent.

The blade is slightly heavy, and it is still good at chopping.

On the desert, the knife was drawn, and the meaning of this is self-evident, you have to kill.

A few swordsmen over there laughed when they saw him take out such a knife, and their eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

Several people exchanged glances, and one of them sneered and stood up with a knife.

"Little thing, look at it, this is a knife!"

The man smiled cruelly, pulled out the knife at his waist, and went straight to meet him.

But before he could get closer, the bone chopping knife in the young man's hand suddenly came out of his hand, and the blade flew away, impartial, with a sharp and rapid wind, between the lightning and flint, the man did not have time to react, and the knife flew back and fell into the hand of the young man.

The person who was still laughing a moment ago is now standing in a daze, the pupils of his eyes are dilated, and then between his throat and neck, he sees a red mark as thin as a hair, as narrow as silk, slowly revealed, and then, the red mark is a thin blood mist.

Xu is knife was too fast, the man's eyes were still rolling, frightened, but his body could no longer keep up with his consciousness, standing in place, watching the young man carry the knife step by step, past him, and walk towards the person behind him.

"Greetings!"

The pupils of the remaining three people shrank, their faces changed, and they all drew their knives out of their sheaths, and the young man walked sharply, shrugged his shoulders, and rushed over.

His knife is like flying in his hand, the three of them are fast, but his speed is unusual, the wrist is twisted, the five fingers turn, the knife light is like a flower from the eyes of the three people, the last hair comes first, and it is the hand of the three people holding the knife.

Pong~

The cloth is broken, the muscles are broken, the flesh is broken, the bones are deboned and the skin is peeled, all in one go.

The knife that the three of them raised into the air suddenly couldn't be chopped down, the muscles and flesh were gone, the veins were damaged, and how could the hand with only the bones left move? Just because they live like ghosts doesn't mean they're really ghosts.

It was so fast, so fast that the three of them looked at their flesh-and-blood right hands, and for a moment they were in a state of confusion and puzzlement, and then their expressions were distorted and terrified.

The pain that I realized after I felt it came like a tidal wave, and I let out a terrible scream, hysterical.

The young man's face was expressionless, and his eyes were as dark as ever.

He carried the knife, his body turned, his feet rushed, the knife light was bright again, and behind the three of them, a knife mark had gone straight down the back of the head along the backbone, and the clothes were silently separated from the flesh and skin behind them.

It is said that a clever person can walk between the skin and flesh like water, separating the skin from the muscles, and when peeled off, the person is still alive.

The spine is shaped like a dragon, which is the root of the body, as if the tendons and veins have been broken, and the three of them are lying on the ground, unable to move.

When the boy saw this, he stepped forward.

But there were suddenly three sharp sounds in the air, his eyes changed slightly, he turned sideways to avoid it, and then saw three stones, poof, hit the temples of the three swordsmen, and the three were killed on the spot.

"Jingle Bell~"

When the bell rang, the boy's face froze.

He turned his head to look in the direction where the stones were flying, and saw that on the steep wall at the edge of the riverbed, forty or fifty paces away, a man with disheveled hair was looking at him condescendingly, his expression was full of careless laziness, and in his soft eyes, there was indescribable calm.

Su Qing.

The sprinkled shoes on the feet are almost worn out.

The four looked at each other, and Diao Buyu suddenly smiled.

"Big brother, why are you here?"

At first hearing the word big brother, Su Qing's eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was stunned, and then he was silent, he looked at the four corpses on the ground again, his eyes flashed, and he said softly: "Go back, Xiuxiu is almost going to cook!" ”

"Okay, then I'll go back now!"

Diao Buyu's eyes seemed to be gone again, no cunning and cruelty, scratching his head, smiling and turning over his horse, and rushing to the inn.

Only Su Qing looked at the corpses on the ground, walked closer and glanced at the injuries of the four people, and said to himself: "Seventeen knives!" ”

After a pause, he added:

"Two breaths!"

It only took two breaths to slash seventeen, how fast it must be.

Not only fast, but also accurate, more ruthless.

Since he didn't enter the inn, he was very diligent in his work on weekdays, and he never made a mistake, and he took care of the work of chopping meat in the stove room, this kid practiced knife skills day and night, and Su Qing's neat and neat killing methods were different, he practiced the treacherous way of taking the sword sideways.

What is pursued is a fast, but it is different from simple fast, dividing the muscles and peeling the flesh, and picking flaws.

When a person is willing to sink down and put on a single thing, practicing hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times a day, day after day, day after day, as long as he can survive, stay up until the so-called tricks can be imperceptibly and become the instinct of the body, his knife skills will be counted.

It's a pity that practicing the law is practicing the law after all, this kid is now testing the knife with people, presumably in the run-in with weapons, there is a difference between dead flesh and living people.

The sun is rising.

He silently looked at the corpse on the ground, and was about to squat down to bury it, but suddenly looked up at the upper reaches of the riverbed, and said "Huh".

"Anyone?"

Someone came, and there were quite a few men, and he didn't see it, but he heard it, and the sand and gravel trembled, and a great wave of people came.

Taking a deep breath, he only wrapped the bell on his wrist with a cloth and wrapped it in meat, Su Qing was already like an ape jumping over the stream, using his hands and feet together, turning around and climbing to the mountain wall quickly, walking like a fly under his feet, faster than a galloping horse, standing on a high place, looking into the distance, but seeing the dust and smoke like waves, the first thing that caught his eye was a flag, on which was a big "Cao" word, and then there were black flags erected on all sides.

"Divine Supervisor!"

"The Division is in charge!"

"E-word library!"

"Qincha, the governor of the Dongchang official school is a eunuch!"

His eyes changed slightly, and his gaze swept away, there must be about 3,000 horsemen, and there seemed to be soldiers behind him who had not yet arrived.

"I almost forgot about it!"

It was Dongchang Fanzi who came.

Seeing that Su Qing didn't say a word, he turned his head and ran.