The gray-clothed people around reacted one after another, reloaded their crossbows, and aimed them at the black-clothed man who was surrounded in the middle.

The cold-faced man forced the grief in his heart and asked fiercely, "Pang Feiyang?"

The man in black shook his head: "I don't know." ”

The cold-faced man looked carefully, and found that this person was covered with a layer of heavy armor, the surface of the black armor was dull, and there were countless scratches on it, and he was wearing a round helmet on his head, and a few long white hairs were exposed in the gaps.

Those white hairs made the black-armored man look like an old man, but he was burly, with a straight back, and he walked even more vigorously, and he couldn't tell how old he was.

"The loser is dead, and death is empty. Even if there is a deep hatred, it is not appropriate to humiliate the corpse again. The white-haired black-armored man didn't care about the posture of the gray-clothed people around him, and his voice was calm and persuasive.

The cold-faced man's lifeless gaze swept over him: "Who do you think you are?"

As soon as these words came out, the gray-clothed people around who were already a little nervous all held their breath, and the blue sky outside the sky was obviously extremely shocking, and they were afraid that this black-armored man really had something to do with what seemed unattainable to them.

Even the cold-faced man who inadvertently asked this sentence cautiously asked: "Your Excellency is a person from outside the sky?"

The white-haired black-armored man looked around, looked at their reactions, and replied coldly, "What is the blue sky outside the sky?"

The cold-faced man nodded: "Then I'll be relieved." With a wave of his right hand without warning, before the word "put" that he ordered to fire was out of the air, the white-haired black-armored man suddenly moved and rushed straight forward.

In the eyes of the gray-clothed people around him, the movements of the black-armored man were not very fast, and they all tracked his figure with the crossbow in their hands.

When the cold-faced man's voice of the word "put" broke out, the black-armored man had already appeared strangely in front of the cold-faced man and the dozen gray-clothed people.

Hearing the launch order, forty or fifty gray-clothed men holding crossbows involuntarily pulled their crossbows under the action of inertia. They had been chasing the black-armored man until the crossbow arrow was fired, and they realized that they had been pulled and changed direction.

More than a dozen gray-clothed men gathered around the car were just about to surround them, and the flying crossbow arrows were mercilessly nailed to them, and even the four gray-clothed men next to the crossbows on the wooden cart were shot over.

The cold-faced man realized that something was wrong, listening to the screams of his accomplices, mixed with the clanging sound of crossbow arrows shooting on the armor behind the white-haired black-clothed man, he reappeared with silk threads in his hands, and tied a cocoon-like chrysalis in front of him, trying to block the fierceness of the black-armored man.

Immediately after that, he saw a fist break out of the silk thread that could entangle the sharp flying sword, and it seemed to hit his chest slowly but forcefully.

The dense silk net hung down weakly, and the man in gray watched the white-haired and black-clothed man walk by, he tried to turn his head sideways, and out of the corner of his eye, he watched the white-haired and black-armored man pull up a crossbow with one hand, and then heard the exclamation of those gray-clothed men holding the crossbow.

The white-haired and black-armored man kept pulling the two crossbows, and a puff of crossbow arrows flew out, and the screams in the ears of the cold-faced man rang out, and in just a moment, the surroundings returned to calm.

The cold-faced man wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, the blood in his chest gushed out, he had a full stomach of questions, but the only thing he wanted to ask was "Who are you?" ”

The white-haired black-armored man standing on the car adjusted his angle slightly until all the crossbow arrows in the crossbow were fired, and he calmly watched the gray-clothed men fall one by one, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Without even looking at the cold-faced man who was trying to stand, his throat was rumbling but he was still desperately trying to speak, the white-haired and black-armored man slowly turned around and left.

The cold-faced man behind him finally exhausted the last bit of strength and slowly fell to his knees. The woods were as silent as ever, except for nearly a hundred more corpses on the ground.

In his spare time, Zhang Zhao sewed a leather sheath in the shape of a strange knife, hung the strange knife around his waist, collected the meat case and eaten, picked up a piece of pork belly left, and walked to Uncle Wang's house.

Uncle Wang's house is not far away, although there is a town west and a town east, and it will be there after a while. After living in the same town for many years, Zhang Zhao never hired a car, and Uncle Wang went to buy meat by himself, he knew the location of Uncle Wang's house, but it was the first time he came to the door.

Seeing an old horsewhip stuck in the door from a distance, Zhang Zhao walked over and patted it, and heard Uncle Wang answer inside: "It's dark, hire a car to get up early tomorrow." ”

Zhang Zhao shouted: "Uncle Wang, it's me." I only heard the sound of shoes and tapping inside, and before the door was opened, Uncle Wang shouted: "The meat delivery is coming." After opening the door, he grabbed the pork belly and said, "Come in." Then he hurried into the house.

Zhang Zhao entered the courtyard, and the courtyard was paved with stones, which was much cleaner than hanging a skin in the east and drying a piece of meat in the west. On the east side of the courtyard there was a stone table, two stone piers, and beyond that was the stable, and the carriage leaned against the wall, and the two horses seemed to have just been washed, and there were still traces of water on the tips of their hair, and they stretched out their heads to eat the fodder in the trough.

He saw that Uncle Wang hadn't come out for a long time, and was about to enter the house, when he saw Uncle Wang carrying a wine gourd in one hand and a plate in the other, and the pork belly on the plate had been cut into thin slices and fried in oil.

When he walked in front of the stable, Uncle Wang bit open the lid of the gourd with his mouth, and poured some wine into the trough, and the two horses sniffed and snorted, and were very excited, and stretched out their heads to eat.

Uncle Wang sat down at the stone table, spit out the lid in his mouth, raised his head to drink, grabbed a piece of meat with his other hand and put it into his mouth like a flowing water, ate it clean after a while, and drank a gourd of wine to the bottom of the sky, burping.

"Zhang Zhao, this fried meat is really ...... with wine" I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't come up with a word to describe it. Shaking his head, he stretched out his thumb and shook it. "It's great. ”

Zhang Zhao smiled: "Uncle Wang loves to eat, and I will send Uncle Wang a piece every day in the future." If it wasn't for Uncle Wang's help last time, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to come back home. ”

Uncle Wang smiled and asked, "Are you still afraid kid?" ”

Zhang Zhao thought for a while: "I'm still a little scared, but in order to cure my father's illness, I think it's worth being afraid." ”

When Uncle Wang heard this, he put away his smile and nodded: "Okay Zhang Zhao, your father didn't raise you in vain." Then he thought about it and asked, "Zhang Zhao, does your father know about this?"

Zhang Zhao scratched his head: "I told him about the road, but he didn't believe it, I was afraid that he would worry about learning knives, so I didn't dare to tell him." ”

Uncle Wang nodded: "Your father actually loves you very much." If it weren't for his bad health over the years, I'm afraid that even the pig wouldn't let you kill it. ”

He looked at the sky: "It's not early, you can't stay here for too long, come into the house." ”

Zhang Zhao followed Uncle Wang into the house, lit the oil lamp, Uncle Wang didn't say a word, walked straight to the big box next to the bed, turned out all the clothes on it, and found a strip-like burden at the bottom of the box, shaking it off layer by layer, but it was a knife about three feet long.

Uncle Wang held the knife in his hand and pulled a few knife flowers, Zhang Zhao only felt that the old man who was smiling and grinning on weekdays seemed to have changed as a person, and Uncle Wang said in a deep voice: "I was originally a disciple of Wanshengmen in the Xuanjin Domain, and later for a crystal vein, we had a conflict with the Golden Sword Pavilion, and after several battles, Wanshengmen no longer existed, and those who were lucky enough to not die like me went into exile to make a living." ”

Thinking of the past, he sighed: "I promised to teach you, and I also want you to have some self-defense skills, but you can think about it, after learning this thing, if something happens, it will inevitably hurt someone." When it comes to the point of using a knife, life and death are up to you. ”

Zhang Zhao thought for a while: "Then I will also learn, as long as others don't really want to kill me, they won't be able to use the knife." ”

Uncle Wang nodded: "Okay, I don't need you to kowtow to the master with these two strokes, now I will teach you how to hold the knife." ”

Zhang Zhao smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, I still don't know how to hold the knife?" said as he reached out and held the strange knife in the sheath in his hand, and waved it a few times: "Isn't that it, just hold it." ”

Uncle Wang shook his head: "You can't kill a pig, if the pig doesn't let you tie it to a stake, you learned from your father, just kill the motionless livestock, but if the pig can move, can you guarantee that it will be stabbed every time?"

Zhang Zhao thought about it honestly. Shaking his head, he said, "I haven't tried it, but if I think about it, I shouldn't be able to hit it every time." ”

Uncle Wang said: "That's it, it's useless to talk about it now, what you have to practice now is how to grow a knife in your hand." ”

Zhang Zhao was again: "Grow on your hands?"

Uncle Wang nodded, slowed down his movements, and the three-foot-long knife changed several postures on the front and back of his hand, and his fingers flipped the knife back and forth like acrobatics.

looked at Zhang Zhao's puzzled expression. Uncle Wang kept his hands on his hands, and said in his mouth: "You can't let the knife in your hand hurt yourself, where there is a blade, where is the back, where is the long, where is the short, how to swing it out to ...... people" looked at Zhang Zhao: "How to swing it out, in order to kill the pig you want to kill." ”

Then the technique changed, the knife in his hand stabbed out, and he stopped to look at Zhang Zhao: "When killing a pig, you have to stab the center nest with a knife." ”

Raising his hand is another horizontal slash: "When dividing the meat, cut the throat with a knife." ”

Turn the knife upside down, and the blade is pulled downward: "When disemboweling, you should cut the abdomen with a knife." ”

The knife in his hand turned over and slashed: "Take it out and go into the water in one go." ”

Zhang Zhao nodded again and again: "It turns out that Uncle Wang, you have also killed pigs." After speaking, I realized that Uncle Wang changed these metaphors so that he could understand.

Uncle Wang slowed down his movements and let Zhang Zhao follow the moves, most of which were movements that Zhang Zhao usually did thousands of times, but they had never been connected together. Now that he has practiced with Uncle Wang one by one, Zhang Zhao feels that it is not difficult.

In less than an hour, Zhang Zhao learned a few postures almost the same, and Uncle Wang saw that he was full of interest and wanted to practice again, so he interrupted: "Zhang Zhao, you go back, it's not early, you practice like this every day, and when you can make the knife listen, I will teach you new things." ”

When Zhang Zhao left, he asked with great interest: "Uncle Wang, what is the name of our sword technique." ”

Uncle Wang was stunned, thinking that this thing can't be called Wansheng Knife: "It is said that the move is created by people, and you call it the pig killing knife method." ”

On the way home, Zhang Zhao took out the strange knife and played with it in his hand, thinking that the old butcher was going to ask, but as soon as he entered the door, he heard a deafening snoring. With a fairy crystal hanging around his neck, the old butcher who had been covered with comfort recently fell asleep early.

Since then, Zhang Zhao has insisted on getting up early every day and doing some weird postures according to broken books. When the knife is started, he does not leave his hand, changing various tricks and constantly playing the strange knife in his hand. When the old butcher saw that he was idle, he scolded a few words and stopped asking.

Since the strange knife arrived, Zhang Zhao has always regarded it as a treasure, and he is reluctant to use it for cutting meat, and he has never even sharpened the blade. On this day, he was playing with vigor in his hands, forgetting to change the heavy chopping knife he usually used to chop meat, so he walked to a slaughtered pig and cut it down with a knife.

With a sound of "snort", the whole pig hanging upside down with its hind legs tied up was separated in half, Zhang Zhao only felt that his hand was lightly cut to the bottom, and the work that usually took about 20 cuts with a chopping knife was over at once.

"Huh?" Zhang Zhao suddenly became interested, looked at the flat cut of the pork in front of him, and carefully examined the strange knife in his hand. Turn in front of the other pig and cut it with a hard knife in your hand.

There was a muffled sound of the "pit", and the strange knife did not even cut the skin on the pig's buttocks, leaving only a shallow mark on it. Zhang Zhao tried left and right, but he couldn't achieve the same effect just now.

He felt that the strange knife in his hand was a little unusual, and after repeatedly cutting and slashing to nothing, Zhang Zhao calmed down and tried to recall the situation when the scene just happened.

According to the action just now, the strange knife in his hand flipped and danced back and forth, pretending again and again that he had no intention of going to the pork and chopping it down, but the result was still very disappointed.

Zhang Zhao is kind by nature, but he has a tenacity in his bones that does not admit defeat, and the strange knife in his hand chopped the pork hundreds of times, no matter how he changed his tricks, the scene just now seemed to be an illusion.

Later, even Zhang Zhao was a little skeptical that he had forgotten about the pig after cutting it before, but he immediately rejected the idea. There wasn't even a single scrap of meat on that heavy machete, it must have been the work of the strange knife.

couldn't keep tossing like this, Zhang Zhao had to change the machete and break the other pig in two pieces with one blow. He had always thought that he was used to this way, but after experiencing the brisk cutting, he felt that every swing was so clumsy now.

A few days later, Zhang Zhao went to Uncle Wang's house again with pork belly in his hand. As soon as he entered the door, Uncle Wang took the meat and complained: "Just a few times, it took you so long to practice?"

Seeing Zhang Zhao's performance, Uncle Wang was a little surprised, he taught Zhang Zhao that set of hand styles, just wanted to change Zhang Zhao's understanding, and he couldn't use the knife as a dead thing.

In just one month, Zhang Zhao not only easily let the strange knife in his hand circulate and fly, but also added some tricks that he inadvertently came up with, and Uncle Wang couldn't help but praise: "It seems that you kid is really a piece of material for using knives." ”。

He didn't even care about eating the pork belly, so he went back to the house and took out his knife: "Boy, you feel it in your hand now." What you need to practice in the future is flexibility. ”

Zhang Zhao repeated this word, which had never appeared in Lao Tu's household registration: "Flexible?"

"Yes, you are now standing in front of the livestock with the same knife, feeling the right direction and stabbing it in. How many animals can you kill at a time now?"

Zhang Zhao smiled: "Of course it's one." I always kill one head, bleed it, and then kill the other. ”

Uncle Wang said, "Have you ever thought of this? He gestured with his hand in front of him: "Suppose this is a pig." Another gesture behind him. "Here's another pig. How do you kill?"

Zhang Zhao's childish temperament, when he heard that he was playing, he walked up to Uncle Wang and stabbed him: "Then I will stab like this." Then he walked up behind him and stabbed him again. "One more stab. ”

Uncle Wang laughed: "Then why don't you do this." After saying that, he stabbed with a knife in his hand, and then turned into a backhand, and the head of the knife turned, and then it went backwards again.

Zhang Zhao shook his head: "This doesn't work, my father said that he would stab accurately." Otherwise, the animals will be sinned and troubled. ”

Uncle Wang said: "Why not." You've been killing pigs for so long, can't you change your position? With that, he turned around and walked to the back.

Zhang Zhao followed Uncle Wang to the backyard. Through the light, I saw that there were several wooden stakes scattered in the backyard, and if I looked closely, it was a little different from the stakes for tying livestock, the stakes of my own house were short and thick, but they were strong, and Uncle Wang's house was staggered, and they were all high by one person.

Uncle Wang stood in the courtyard, and a few wooden stakes faintly encircled him in the middle. "Zhang Zhao, you see, these stakes are like a few livestock. ”

After speaking, the knife in his hand pointed forward, stabbed a wooden stake in front of him, his body was slightly sideways, the blade of the knife flipped over, stabbed obliquely at a wooden stake on the side, his body leaned back, his arm bent back, stabbed the wooden stake behind him, and then waved it on the leftmost stake. These four actions were done in one go, and Zhang Zhao could see clearly, and the four wooden stakes were all stabbed.

"You can try it. ”

Uncle Wang pushed Zhang Zhao to the middle of several wooden stakes, Zhang Zhao followed his example, pulled out the knife, stabbed forward, stabbed obliquely, stabbed back, and stabbed each once, his strange knife was shorter, except for a stab in the front, the other three stakes were not even touched.

Uncle Wang shook his head when he saw it and said: "Every time the knife goes out, it can't be empty, no matter how big or small the strength is, the distance is far away, since the knife is going to be stabbed, move your body and do it again." ”

Zhang Zhao tried again, this time slowing down, the swing of his body increased a lot, his arms stretched as long as possible, and finally stabbed four wooden stakes.

Uncle Wang looked at it and praised: "You kid is good, just like this, go back and you continue to practice, when you are familiar with the practice, I will teach you something else." ”

Zhang Zhao nodded, practiced a few more times between the four wooden stakes, and said goodbye and went home.

The old butcher lived in the town for decades, relying on buying some live animals from the livestock dealers, killing and selling meat to the people in the town for a living, and there were several hunters in the town who made a living by hunting animals, and also sold him big game such as cattle and deer that could not be eaten after being caught and eaten cheaply, Zhang Zhao was very familiar with the sons of several hunters.

On this day, Zhang Zhao finished his work, and Cui Meng, the second son of Cui Bao, an Orion in the town, came to him and invited him to go to the woods to collect the animal traps he had laid a few days ago.

Cattle and deer and other large prey have to walk half a day to the dense forest in the distance, now is not a good time to hunt, the forest where the beast trap is laid is not there any fierce beasts, just to catch some small beasts to drink, there is no danger at all.

Walking in the forest all the way to collect the clip, Cui Meng picked up two rabbits, Zhang Zhao put a little badger on his shoulder, and listened to Zhang Zhao talk about what he saw and heard in Aoki City as he walked.

Walking to a bush, Cui Meng pointed ahead: "There is another one, let's find a place to roast a rabbit to eat after harvesting." The two men walked around the bushes, and finally the trap was placed at the end of a low tree.

After walking a few steps, they saw a small boar in the trap of the beast, and at the same time noticed that the back half of the boar's body had been eaten by something.

Cui Meng said: "Why is it still half eaten? Is there a wolf?"

A huge beast's head stretched out from the shadow of the tree next to him with his words, and took a bite on the wild boar, and the sound of squeaking and chewing was clearly audible,

The two green eyes on the beast's head shone in the shadows of the trees, and then a beast gently leaned down and walked out, and it turned out to be a blue-eyed gray wolf the size of a calf.

The two were so frightened that they scattered, Cui Mengxiao heard the adults say that after the beast tide, there were some fierce beasts fleeing in the woods, and the huge blue-eyed gray wolf was one of them, and it should have been cleared by the hunters for decades, how could there be one in the woods next to this town.

The two teenagers were sweating on their backs, and they were very uncomfortable, and the two looked at each other and quietly moved back, although the blue-eyed gray wolf was eating the wild boar, it was hard to guarantee that it didn't want to change its taste.

As soon as the two of them retreated a few steps, the blue-eyed gray wolf looked over with a pair of green eyes, and Cui Meng shouted, "Run." The two men turned and ran.

The blue-eyed gray wolf barked lowly, then chased after him. The two of them didn't run slowly, and the blue-eyed gray wolf chased faster. When they arrived not far from the two of them, they were about to jump up and knock down one of them, when suddenly their eyes flashed, and they lost the figures of the two teenagers.

Cui Meng and Zhang Zhao coincidentally got into the bushes together, and the two young men were familiar with the road, and their hands and feet were used to drill left and right in this place full of branches and leaves, and they disappeared into the bushes in a few clicks.

The blue-eyed gray wolf refused to give up and chased after him. The two of them quickened their pace and ran desperately, panicking, and the woods in front of them were beyond the range they were usually familiar with.

From the very beginning, the two teenagers chose to drill in the place where there were many dense branches. If it was an ordinary beast, it would have turned around and gone back a long time ago. But this blue-eyed gray wolf is really stubborn, so he doesn't let it go.

The wolf is the longest, and the two gradually felt weakness in their legs, and Cui screamed: "Run separately." Zhang Zhao responded, and the two fled separately, one left and one right, and the blue-eyed gray wolf immediately stared at one and chased after him.

Zhang Zhao ran a few steps, heard some sounds behind him, and knew that the blue-eyed gray wolf was chasing him, he quickened his pace, no matter what was in front of him, he went headlong into it, just hoping to get rid of this guy first and then find his way home.

After running for a while, it was nearly half an hour before and after, Zhang Zhao felt that although the strength in his body was getting longer and heavier every day when he did those strange postures every day, the trees in front of him began to gradually become thicker and thinner. This makes it even more difficult to get rid of the blue-eyed gray wolf chasing behind.

Zhang Zhao really couldn't run, he saw that these trees were a hug thick, in a hurry, he jumped up and climbed a pine tree, and climbed up with a few strokes of his hands and feet, until he was more than two feet above the ground, then he stopped holding the branches and panting.

He looked down and saw that the blue-eyed gray wolf had also reached the bottom of the tree, looked up at the prey that was about to reach its mouth, and walked back and forth around the tree a few times in anger.

Seeing that the wolf couldn't hurt himself, Zhang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked down again, he almost screamed, just a few steps away from his pine tree, there was a person sitting under a tree.

This man was dressed in black and the same color as the pine tree behind him, and when he tried his best to escape, he didn't even notice it, it seemed that it was an old man with gray hair, sitting under the black pine tree with his legs stretched out, one hand on his knee. A few rays of sunlight shone on him from above.

Looking at it, he could only see the side of the old man's body, Zhang Zhao only felt that his heart was beating wildly, even faster than when he ran away, and then he saw that the white-haired old man who was originally motionless seemed to be about to stand up.

Zhang Zhao was so frightened that he shouted: "Don't move, don't move, there are wolves." He shouted, but the white-haired old man stood up as if he didn't hear it, Zhang Zhao saw that the situation was critical, only to feel a surge of blood in his chest, stretched out his hand and pulled out a strange knife and jumped down from the tree, and slashed at the blue-eyed gray wolf that pounced.