A deep footstep gradually came from the deep alley.

The soles of the black leather boots fell to the ground, and the muffled sound echoed throughout the empty alley, like a death knell.

One by one, not in a hurry, not sooner or later.

The black clothes in the shadows of the alley, actually did not look dull at all, but a little shining feeling, a faint light flowed in the void, with the progress of the footsteps, the air began to show some violent atmosphere.

The old wooden door at the end of the alley was ajar, and there was not a sound in it. The alleys surrounded by floors, free from all the hustle and bustle of the city, are extraordinarily quiet, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and only blood flowers can make ripples.

And at this time, a scrawny man appeared in the door amid the sound of footsteps, looking at the tall man who came like a hurry, his eyes suddenly sharpened, obviously recognizing the identity of the person who came, and also knowing the other party's intentions.

The man took two wrong steps out of the door, stood in front of the door, and the hand behind his back completely closed the half-covered door, without revealing a gap, and heard the sound of a random lock.

When his hand came out of his back again, he already held a shiny watermelon knife.

The watermelon knife is just an ordinary watermelon knife, just like the one that I just bought from the store. There are no traces of use on the body, and the handle is brand new, there is no cold light, and there is no sharp edge, just an ordinary watermelon knife.

However, when the owner of the footsteps saw this watermelon knife, he paused and stopped in the middle of the alley.

The dull footsteps stopped abruptly, there was no sound of wind in the alley, the two people were far away from each other, and the sharp light met the smooth watermelon knife, and bursts of fluctuations rippled in the air, and the space between the two seemed to be torn apart.

"Are you sure you want to?" Guan Shantong finally opened his mouth, his leather boots lightly crushed twice on the ground, and the electric light flowing on his body became more frequent and irritable.

And the skinny person on the other side, holding a watermelon knife, didn't react, just looked at Guan Shantong coldly, the watermelon knife in his hand was a little tighter, carefully observing Guan Shantong's movements, his eyes were so sharp that people couldn't look directly, and his body, which was originally silent, began to faintly burst out with a terrifying momentum.

Feeling this momentum, Guan Shantong's face began to become more and more serious, if he was not wrong, the person in front of him who looked like he was about to die should be called Ai Chong.

Of course, on the rivers and lakes, he has another more resounding title - Watermelon Taro.

It is rumored on the rivers and lakes that before Ai Chong became a killer, he was just a hairy boy from a melon farmer.

His father is a melon farmer, his grandfather is a melon farmer, and his great-grandfather is a melon farmer.

If nothing else, when he becomes an adult, he will also be a successful melon farmer, and inheriting the melon planting experience and technological means accumulated by his family for generations, he is likely to become the most successful melon farmer in the entire Three Thousand Empire.

However, in Ai Chong's view, melon farmers are just melon farmers after all, and they will always be the ones who can't get on the stage, facing the loess with their backs to the sky. Even if his watermelons are sold all over the country, even if his watermelons are sold to foreign territories, he is just a melon farmer.

But what else would he do besides growing melons?

Just like a hundred years old is only several times stronger than ordinary people, except for things related to planting and selling melons, Ai Chong has no talent at all in other aspects. His grades in school were not satisfactory, and he wanted to go out and break out, but he was sent home by the garrison as a missing person.

When he grew up to the age of sixteen, the young Ai Chong finally began to recognize his position, and began to reluctantly follow his father and grandfather to start a melon planting and selling business.

According to the tradition of the Ai family, every offspring who is about to become an adult has to go through a trial.

Of course, the trial is not a real fight, nor is it to let him go out alone to explore the rivers and lakes, but to give him a piece of land, let him rely on the knowledge he has learned, rely on the most primitive means to grow a melon field, and then sell all the melons produced in this melon field.

If the income of this land reaches the average of all melon fields, then it means that the people who planted this melon field have enough qualifications to inherit the family industry, and will not discredit the melon planting business passed down by their ancestors for hundreds of generations.

Of course, Ai Chong also needed to go through such a trial, so he got a piece of his own land, got his own seeds and start-up funds, and then planted the melon field, relying on the talent he didn't like and the education he received since childhood, the melon field was lush.

Soon, summer arrived, and so did the time to sell watermelons.

Ai Chong set up a pergola selling melons on the main road near the melon field, pulled a cart of large, round, and good-looking watermelons, carried two watermelon knives, and began to sell the watermelons he grew in the pergola.

However, Ai Chong, who has never been good at words, because he did not shout, and he could not bargain with customers, used psychological tactics, and only sold five watermelons on the first day.

This result was a bit unexpected for him.

In his opinion, selling watermelons is just selling watermelons, as long as I am willing to buy them, you also have people who want to buy them, just follow the price. All my melons are good, why do you still have to pick and choose, and ask me all kinds of questions, and if you can't answer them, you just don't buy them?

Is this the world so troublesome?

Ai Chong began to feel that planting melons is simply the most comfortable thing in the world, after all, it is much more comfortable to face melons than to people.

But the trial of the family still has to be passed, and Ai Chong can only rack his brains to find a way to sell these watermelons smoothly. And his father and grandfather, who were secretly observing, also began to worry about him.

This trial of the Ai family is actually not for the purpose of studying the melon planting ability and buying and selling ability of the family members, after all, these abilities are not important in the current scientific and technological society, as the controller of 10,000 acres of melon fields.

The most important thing is that this trial is to exercise the emotional intelligence of a family member and the most basic interpersonal skills. If you don't even have these abilities, you can't make progress, and you can't keep it enough, then the family will only get worse and worse.

But apparently, Ai Chong didn't want to communicate with anyone.

He came up with his own way to sell the watermelons without paying any more cost, so that customers could accept the higher price he had set.

First, he divided the watermelon into three parts, one part of which was left untouched and sold whole. The other part was taken out, and relying on the knife skills that he had trained for many years, he cut the watermelon into cubes on the spot, put it in a bowl made of the original watermelon skin, and sold it to passers-by.

In the last part, the skin of the watermelon is carved into a beautiful pattern and placed on the outermost part of all the watermelons to show others, but the carved watermelon is always only one and a half.

In this way, if the people who want to buy the carved watermelon do not come alone, those who do not get the carved watermelon, in order to make up for the regret, will generally buy one or two ordinary watermelons.

It was by such a small means that Ai Chong sold a whole cart of watermelons the next day.

However, he was not satisfied, nor did he feel the thrill of selling the watermelon. He still reflected on whether yesterday's unwillingness came from the failure of his business, or was he dissatisfied with becoming a melon farmer in his heart?

With such questions, Ai Chong began his third day of selling melons.

Because of the things in his heart, Ai Chong was a little careless when he cut the watermelon, and accidentally cut a wound on his finger.

And at this time, an old man who had been standing by and watching spoke: "The mind wanders with a taboo to use a knife, and when a knife goes down, the heart must have no scruples and fearlessness, so that the knife can be fast and accurate." ”

Ai Chong glanced at the old man, and remembered that when the old man passed by, he saw himself cutting melons, and he looked quite interested. Ai Chong thought he was here to buy melons, but the old man just kept watching and watching, so Ai Chong just thought he was an idler.

But now, when the old man said this, the color of appreciation in his eyes was evident to even Ai Chong himself.

So from that day on, Ai Chong disappeared in the melon shed, and he never returned to his home, and of course he didn't need to inherit the family business.

Two years later, a thin killer with two watermelon knives was born, and he appeared on the rivers and lakes for less than a month, killing an assassination target who had not been able to succeed for twenty years, and became famous ever since.

And his name is called Watermelon Taro.

Since then, Watermelon Taro Ai Chong has become a bright new star in the killer world, with a very high success rate and intensive number of shots, which has made all those who have become targets of assassination known and admired by all peers in the industry.

And Ai Chong, just when he was a killer, found what he wanted most, simple happiness.

When the relationship between people is only life and death, there are no too many words, there is no communication, and there is only one knife to see each other in this life.

Such a simple and happy life makes Ai Chong want to stop.

However, just when he was in the limelight, another young man was born.

This young man is not only not a genius of a family of cultivators, nor is he a treasure of various forces, let alone an ascetic who has been practicing since childhood, but a ...... Relying on the double/cultivation method, the lucky one who ascended to the sky in one step?

One day in the past, Ai Chong received the task of killing Wei Fangyuan.

At that time, Ai Chong was a killer with a perfect master realm, and his highest record was to kill two Void God Realm powerhouses in one battle.

At that time, Wei Fangyuan was the highest cultivator of his generation in the imperial capital, with countless friendships, groups of wives and concubines, and he was also in the realm of masters.

No one knew the battle between the two people, and of course Ai Chong chose a place where Wei Fangyuan could not receive any help to assassinate, and Wei Fangyuan was also very arrogant and provided convenience for Ai Chong. The two of them then engaged in an unknown battle in an unknown place.

The final outcome of the battle, obviously.

Ai Chong, the killer rookie who was in the limelight, disappeared, and Wei Fangyuan was still Wei Fangyuan, and it didn't even take more than twenty years to cultivate to the realm of grandmasters, control the laws of space, and officially become the last success.

And Ai Chong, who failed, gradually disappeared from this world in the midst of losing all his attention and accepting all his regrets, and there was no news about him anymore.

People have speculated that Ai Chong may have been killed by Wei Fangyuan, and may have escaped with serious injuries and lost his ability to fight. may even be disheartened and return to his hometown to start planting melons again, and some people say that they once saw Ai Chong with a lame leg in a melon shed.

Ai Chong did have a lame leg, but he did not lose his ability to fight, nor did he return to his hometown to sell melons, because he appeared in front of Guan Shantong.

"A few decades ago, the first generation of young people, and a few decades later, the first person of the younger generation. Should I say it's a pleasure to meet you two, or should I say unlucky? Ai Chong held a watermelon knife in his hand and looked at Guan Shantong in front of him.

This young man is far more brilliant and dazzling than Wei Fangyuan back then, and now he is only forty years old, and he is already the strength of the grandmaster realm.

Guan Shantong heard Ai Chong's words, but he didn't admit it too much, and shook his head directly and said: "The first person in the younger generation today should be An Xiaoyu, the flower whisperer, not my Lei Zi Guan Shantong." ”

Ai Chong and Guan Shantong stood at opposite ends of the alley, they had never met before, and of course they had never fought each other, but they were like a pair of old friends across time and space, talking very calmly.

"Flower whisperer, Ann whispers. I've heard of it, but she's still young, and she hasn't even reached the master realm, isn't it too much for the so-called first person of the younger generation? ”

"Excessive?" Guan Shantong shook his head disdainfully: "An Xiaoyu's realm is indeed in Yunxing, but now he can already kill a half-step void god, but after a few days, I think his realm will inevitably improve, and when he reaches the master realm in one game, he will definitely be able to compete with the martial arts cultivation of the god or even the god level." ”

"So powerful?"

"So powerful!"

The two men looked at each other, and the electric sparks in the air began to burst out again.

The emergence of An Xiaoyu means the end of an era, which means that the era of Wei Fangyuan, Guan Shantong and Ai Chong has officially ended. The definition of the younger generation is no longer what it has agreed with in the past forty years, but in the next forty years, it belongs to the era of An Xiaoyu and their group.

And at the end of their era, it is time for them to draw an end to each other.

The beginning of an era inevitably represents the rise of a person, and the end of each era represents the end of countless people.

Now, it's time for them to come to an end.

"Are you sure you don't need to tell me anything more?" Guan Shantong pulled out the Purple Thunder Sword from behind him, held it in his hand diagonally, and stared at Ai Chong's face that was no longer young, at his no longer strong body, at his goosebumps, and at his broken leg.

Ai Chong smiled and shook his head.

He is a killer, even if he no longer takes on tasks to kill, but the persistence of the killer, the principle of the killer, is still deeply embedded in his body. Even if after this battle, he will die; Even if there was no need for him to fight in this battle; Even if he knew that after this battle, he would no longer have meaning in this world.

However, he will never reveal anything about his employer.

The watermelon knife in his hand was clenched, there was only one, and there was no other.

The purple thunder sword in Guan Shantong's hand was also clenched, there was only one, of course there was no other.

In the alleys deep in the city, a wordless battle has been fought completely. In the sword light, sword light, and thunder light, the two figures missed their bodies in the narrow alley, did not use any attack methods, did not use any internal breath, only relied on their bodies and skills, and within ten seconds, they fought more than thirty knives in a row.

However, the next moment he landed, the watermelon knife in Ai Chong's hand was completely broken in two.

This pair of watermelon knives was bought from the small supermarket in front of the master's house when he was completely out of school.

Ordinary watermelon knives, ordinary steel, and even the engraved date of the factory on the body, have not been sharpened once until now, and have not been injured once.

The master taught him that killing people is like solving a cow, and the knife must be done with ease, and being able to prevent the blade from receiving any damage is the most clever knife technique, and being able to make every knife can make the blade not hurt is the most brilliant assassination technique.

From the moment he killed his master, Ai Chong did it.

With a relieved expression on the master's face, he finally died at the hands of his own apprentice, which is the final destination of every killer.

And now, the two watermelon knives have been used until now, and one of them has been completely shattered, and when he was broken by Wei Fangyuan when he broke a leg, he was directly crushed by Wei Fangyuan.

The remaining knife, which has accompanied him for so many years, has almost become the only thought in his life, and today, the knife he left behind was also cut off by Guan Shantong with a sword, completely cutting off his thoughts.

Ai Chong finally understood what kind of expression the master had on his face when he returned home with two watermelon knives and told the master to eat a watermelon today.

He had thought for many years about where that expression came from and who he was going to show it. The master already knew that he was going to die under his apprentice's knife in the near future, but when he was facing death, why did he show such an expression.

He couldn't figure it out.

I didn't understand it back then, I still didn't understand it after killing countless people, I still didn't understand it after being defeated by Wei Fangyuan, and I still didn't understand it just now.

However, just when the watermelon knife was broken, Ai Chong understood.

The body fell to the ground weakly, and the blood gushing from the wound on the throat could not be stopped. The entire throat and carotid artery were sliced open, and life slowly flowed out of it, to the ground, soaking his body.

He looked up at Guan Shantong, and Guan Shantong also walked over.

The footsteps were dull, like a death knell.

At this time, a layer of crimson light suddenly appeared on Ai Chong's body, and his body also regained some strength in an instant, and the half-handled watermelon knife suddenly shot out of his hand, Guan Shantong couldn't avoid it, and a wound was cut on his face.

When he looked down again, Ai Chong was completely out of breath, with a strange expression on his face, some happy, some sad, some relieved, and there were many traces of the past.

Guan Shantong reached out and touched the wound on his face, looked at the blood on his fingers, and frowned.

What is the red mang just now?